Creation Mage 6 by Dante King (red scrolls of magic .TXT) 📗

enough to spur my imagination into overdrive, while showing more than enough to ensure that it didn’t have to drive too far.

“You’re a liar,” my tongue said, after I had picked it up off the ground and picked bits of fluff and fur off it.

“Oh, I know that generally,” Leah said placidly, running one bright pink nail across her stocking-covered thigh so that the thin material laddered in the wake of her finger, “but you sound like you have something specific in mind.”

“Well,” I said, “you did say back at the border burrow that you weren’t a big underwear wearer…”

A slow, lazy smile spread across Leah’s face.

“So I did,” she said. “What an excellent memory you have.”

There was a shimmer in the air around the pink-haired vixen.

The lingerie melted away into wisps and tendrils of red smoke.

“You see,” Leah said pragmatically, “I never tell fibs when it comes to things that are that close to my heart.” She reached down and ran a sensual hand across her silky thighs, brushing across the naked mound of her sex and tickling at her clit with little finger. “Or things that are that close to my naughty bits, truth be told,” she said breathily.

The sound of the fire burning in the grate was loud in the silence created by Leah’s sudden disrobing. In those few moments, when no one moved a muscle, my eyes swept the tent.

The interior of the tent was as far removed from most people’s traditional notion of camping as it was possible to be. The floor under my feet was solid wood, elevated slightly from the iron-hard ground below, and covered in rugs. There was a goddamn stone hearth and fireplace directly across from the bed—which, I suppose, explained the chimney. A few pieces of wooden furniture were placed around the room and, in one corner was—

“A hot tub!” I said incredulously.

“Well, duh, honey bunny!” Leah said.

She stretched her arms over her head, flattening her small, pert breasts out so that her pink nipples pointed up at the ceiling. The muscles in her skinny torso stood out, like they had been drawn on by a make-up artist.

“Do you have any idea how dirty Chaosbanes and their guests are by the end of an evening’s frivolities?” Leah continued. “Every tent has a hot tub. They’re all dug out of the ground and filled with natural mineral waters that are heated geothermally—or so Reggie once tried to explain to me.”

I looked down at myself. Then across at Enwyn, who was unfastening the clasps on the front of her coat, even as her eyes were fastened on the nubile figure lying on the bed in front of us.

“I do feel a little… grubby,” I said.

Leah flowed bonelessly to her knees so that she was kneeling at the edge of the large bed, just in front of me and Enwyn. She took the Fire Mage’s hands in hers and sniffed.

“Oh yes,” she said. “You are filthy. Let’s get you out of those clothes and into some nice, hot water.”

I’d say that mine and Enwyn’s clothes were on the floor in under ten seconds. It was the exact amount of time that Leah needed to roll off the far side of the enormous king-sized bed and step down into the sunken hot tub.

On closer inspection, when Enwyn and I padded around the bed, I noticed that the hot tub was literally a hole scooped out of the earth of the forest floor, sealed and smoothed with sorcery. Hot water, milky with mineral deposits, flowed in from a channel on one side of the tent and flowed out again through a channel on the other side.

It was a simple set up, but oh so effective.

Leah was already waiting for us, lounging on one side of the hot tub, basking in the water up to her nose, when Enwyn and I entered. I couldn’t see her smile, of course, as it was obscured by the milky color of the water, but her dark Chaosbane eyes were turned up at the corners.

I momentarily worried that there might be some sort of female friction between Leah and Enwyn. But I remembered the sight of the practically naked, prostate form on the bed when Enwyn and I had entered the tent.

I needn’t have worried.

Enwyn and I had slept together a few times now, and she had been with me from the very first day that I had set foot in this strange world. I still remembered the first time that I caught a glimpse of her womanly wiles and delights, while she had been taking a shower in my uncle's shop, after I had accidentally exploded one of her work colleagues. She had been my first peep into the female side of the Avalonian Kingdom, and still she got my pulse racing.

Leah, on the other hand, was an unknown entity. She was as capricious as the sea, as unpredictable as the movements of a shoal of fish, as dangerous and clever as a shark. She was the new kid on the block and, as such, there was an element of the unknown about her.

I had fantasized alot about this moment—about what Leah Chaosbane might be like in the sack. If she was half as crazy and as impulsive in the bedroom as she was outside of it, I would be lucky to come out of this encounter completely unscathed.

Definitely not unchanged.

Judging by the mischievous and excited smile playing around Leah’s lips as she sat up and surfaced from the hot pool, she had come to a similar conclusion.

“Come,” she said, with water streaming down her slender neck and perky breasts,  “here.”

Enwyn and I stepped down into the organic-looking hot pool. The water lapping at my knees was deliciously warm, the perfect temperature. The milky, gently flowing water had