Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Lorcan, usually perceived as a man of pride, exuding an air of daring confidence, found himself in a surprising position — he sat before their professor, pleading with an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

This unguarded vulnerability was an unfamiliar facet of Lorcan to Ethan, a man he had known to be fiercely independent and resolute, one unlikely to succumb to the act of uttering honeyed words to appease a woman. The shift in his behaviour sparked confusion and disbelief in Ethan\'s mind, as he witnessed a side of Lorcan that seemed incongruous with the man he thought he knew.

Ethan had a hard time wrapping his mind around what was happening. Just a couple of days before Lorcan told him that he would take her, he told him with a joyous grin that he would break her until his desire was satisfied.

As he was watching, Jeanine slipped her robe and lifted her skirt for Lorcan to admire her body. Ethan\'s confusion turned to anger as he realized Lorcan\'s true intentions.

Lorcan then peered into her lace panties and started licking her inner thighs, sending a surge of jealousy through Ethan. He looked at her thighs, they had enough muscle and firmness, and the view of her womanhood was blocked by Lorcan\'s head.

Jeanine wasn\'t feeling whatever Lorcan was doing, so he dragged him up and pushed him on the floor. Then, lifting herself, she dropped herself on his manhood and started to rock him as she stared into Ethan\'s eyes.

Ethan\'s eyes, darting from down to up, stopped on her face as she bit her lips as she caressed her boobs on the fabric. Ethan was already used to watching Lorcan and his activities, but these seemed very different from what they had done previously.

Jeanine stared at Ethan with a lustful gaze, enticing him, he could only watch but not touch, and for a moment, he was lost in her gaze before being brought back by the grunting of Lorcan.

As she moved back and forth on him, Lorcan groaned and held her thighs. He was about to release her, and Jeanine reacted quickly and pulled out, but Lorcan had already sprayed her dress.

She clicked her tongue and stood up. "Can\'t you even hold five minutes?"

Lorcan, in the past, had only been with young girls, they were all inexperienced, unlike Jeanine, and he was the one who defloured them, and he was feeling ashamed of himself that he couldn\'t do what he wanted with her. He couldn\'t satisfy her, and that was all on his mind. On the first day, they were doing it continuously, and never once was he able to make her cum.

It was all him that got his stuff off-loading, and she never let him go until she was satisfied.

Jeanine then said, "Now, what have you been doing about that matter?" She said this as she adjusted her clothes and sat back on the couch.

She felt it was a waste to even do it with him; he was the only one who received the end of pleasure while she was left to her own devices.

Lorcan, burying his shame, got up. He never once thought that he would be humiliated in such a way. And Jeanine wasn\'t afraid of his status as a prince.

His pride restrained him from taking immediate action against her; instead, he sought to reclaim his lost sense of pride by besting her in a different way—through a victory rooted in pleasure. However, as much as his desire burned to seize back his former glory, pressing matters demanded his attention, compelling him to set aside this personal vendetta for the time being.

Lorcan looked at Ethan, who was still staring at him with disbelief in his eyes. He started, "Jaegar had returned to the academy, it seemed like he didn\'t go to his home."

"I plan to bring his aunt here."

Jeanine sighed, she felt she had overestimated the prince of the imperial family and given in too easily. For a man who couldn\'t satisfy a woman, he was rather a sex

Jeanine, for her part, had bigger ambitions, she said, "Other than women, what are you planning to do to him? Are you going to kill him?" She was keeping a straight face.

Lorcan and Ethan drew a breath of surprise and glanced at each other. They were seeing new sides of their beautiful and tender professor.

"Every time we try something, he always slips by and can\'t use our house\'s power. If we had, he would have been long gone," Ethan said as he scoffed.

Lorcan\'s intense gaze fixated on Jeanine, his mind awash with a tumultuous whirlwind of thoughts. He had gravely miscalculated her true prowess as a witch. Initially regarding her as a mere means to retaliate against Jaegar, he now realized she was far more complex and formidable than he had presumed.

Following a prolonged moment of silence, Lorcan broke the tension with his announcement, "I will be visiting the academy tomorrow."

The unexpected declaration drew both Ethan and Jeanine\'s attention, their expressions mirroring varying degrees of surprise and curiosity as they turned to regard him.

*

Jaegar, concluding a conversation with Pierre, retreated to the solace of his room. Shedding his cotton shirt, he exposed the bandage adorning his abdomen, a visible reminder of the recent battle.

Seated upon the bed, he carefully inspected his wound. The bandage wrapped around his midsection served as a tangible testament to the severity of his injury, a harsh reality emphasized by the healers at the spire who had admitted their inability to fully heal it. "This will definitely leave a scar," he mused solemnly, accepting the permanence of the injury.

Recollections of the woman he faced in combat flooded his thoughts. She had been a formidable adversary, an encounter that served as a stark reminder of the world\'s abundance of strength and formidable opponents.

Jaegar reflected on the eternal truth that no matter one\'s might, there would always be someone stronger. Despite this, he grappled with the lingering absence of the power and prowess he once confidently wielded. He felt like his control over the immemorial arts was a mess. He tried using the arts by summoning the magic, the crimson squares on his hand flickered on and off.

Lost in contemplation of the intense battle and the realization of a formidable world, Jaegar remained oblivious to the encroaching presence of potential foes. Wearied by his reflections, he gradually succumbed to the call of sleep, drifting into a realm untethered from the challenges and strife of wakefulness.

*

The following day, Jaegar roused late from slumber and hurriedly prepared himself to catch up with the day\'s classes, having missed the assembly.

He loved being a student again, maybe it had to do with his past, but he liked being in the academy, even though there was no need to attend the academy. As Angelina always pestered him, he said he would complete his three years in the academy.

Hastening directly to his scheduled session, he crossed paths with Pierre along the way. Engaging in the day\'s lessons, Isadora and Tara appeared engrossed in their teaching, affording little interaction with Jaegar, who, preoccupied with his own thoughts, made no particular efforts to engage them at that moment.

Isadora was behaving like she didn\'t know or that he cared. But he would remember if they met in the future. Jaegar knew this affair would end once he had completed his studies in the academy, so that\'s why he didn\'t develop any attraction towards her or any other women here. Tara had told him that her door was always open if he wanted a little fun.

As the classes drew to a close, Jaegar meandered back towards the dormitories. He noticed Pierre alongside Jennifer, both still within the academy\'s premises.

While navigating the corridors, a voice hailed Jaegar, beckoning him to Professor Jeanine\'s chambers. Piqued by the unexpected summons, Jaegar complied, making his way to her office.

Upon entering, an eerie silence enveloped the room; no one occupied the desk. Jaegar called out but received no response.

A muffled feminine voice emanated from an adjacent door, which was slightly open. Curiosity piqued, and Jaegar cautiously approached the door. The sounds were getting louder as he drew closer.

He could clearly tell there were moaning sounds from a woman.

Investigating further, he peeked through the partially open door and was met with an unexpected sight.

He was taken aback, his surprise mingled with a sense of incredulity, leaving him merely shaking his head in a mix of disbelief and bemusement.

The two people in the room were in an intimate position, the female was bent towards the windows while the male held her hips, humping himself into her.