WHO: Ten and Keara WHERE: The field behind Ten's house WHEN: Week 7. Sunday, late afternoon WHY: Ten's fucking up doing a job, WARNINGS: Some sex magic/mild sexual content, minor bloodletting.
Ten had spent the good part of his afternoon preparing for what would be his first significant spell since coming to Crescent Hills, and his first with Keara. He was a bit nervous given her lack of experience, but the spell was simple enough. Just to be extra careful, he had given Keara fair warning the night before, of what was to come, and what was expected of her. Full nudity, and the titanium collar. Not too difficult, Ten thought. He knocked on the door to the girl's room, not waiting more than a few seconds, before he opened it.
"About ready to go, then?" he asked.
This was ridiculous. She couldnt believe that she actually had to do this. Already, she was standing naked before the mirror looking at herself. In her own mind, she wasnt much. She wondered vaguely what Ten would think of her like this. He'd seen her before in the bath, but since then, he'd groped her at the store.
Hearing his voice as he opened the door, she turned to him. Keara didnt cover herself. There was little reason to right now. He would see it all anyways and had once in the bath. "I am. Did ye want ta put the collar on or should I just put it on?" Ten didn't consider himself an intensely sexual man, not the way he had seen some Master get. He had a strong enough appetite, enough to satisfy any lover he had taken, but going without for awhile wouldn't bother him. Seeing Keara naked gave him more of an appreciation for her beauty, more than anything else, though the understanding of what was to come did excite him.
"Well, sometimes it matters if I put it on you or not, so we'd best make a habit of it, I suppose," he replied. He picked the collar up from where it sat and walked over to the girl. Standing behind her, he swept her hair over his shoulder and placed the collar around her neck. A small pin in the back kept it in place, and made the metal look like an almost seamless ring. Ten ran his fingers between the metal and Keara's skin, feeling the smoothness.
"Are you ready?" he asked, speaking more of her mental preparedness, than anything physical.
Keara felt the cool metal around her neck and closed her eyes. It was strange to just let him do this, knowing what was probably going to happen. She'd prepared herself for it though, and if it was too much, she would run after this.
"About as ready as I could be." She offered finally as she shuddered at the feel of his finger against her skin.
"Come along then," Ten said, removing his hands from her skin, and crooking a finger to motion her out the door. She was a brave girl, this one, and hadn't even asked the details of what would be expected of her.
The house was close to town, but had enough space out back for some privacy, and to be able to cast larger spells. Ten led his slave out the back door, and down the yard, until just before the tree line.
"I need you there. In the middle of the circle,," he said, motioning to a ring of fallen leaves that had been placed on the grass. Ten was distracted, making sure everything was in its place, but he made sure to give her some instruction.
"Kneel, with your legs spread just a touch apart, arms at your sides. Do you think you can keep still, or should I tie them?"
Keara followed Ten obediently, still not sure how she'd gotten here or why she was even willing going about this. What was the other choice though? She could try to run and this would probably end up worse.
So she listened to the man and knelt down in the middle of the circle, spreading her legs ever so slightly and feeling completely awkward. "I can keep still." She said and blew some of her hair out of her face. Next time she'd braid her hair.
Tennison stepped over to Keara, carefully avoiding the circle of leaves, and brushed her hair back off of her face.
"This shouldn't take too long, or be very difficult," he said plainly, wanting to put her at ease.
"It's just some old biddy who's playing matchmaker for her daughter. Wants a bit of a storm to trap the poor boy inside."
Weather magic was one of his specialities, and there was nothing about this that worried him.