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In the ancient castle, moonlight pierced through the thin mist, shining on the mysterious and stern face of Iliad. His silver long hair gently covered his shoulders, as if it were the brightest stars in the night sky. Iliad stood in the spacious study, surrounded by ancient books and various magical instruments. His gaze was deep, and his fingers lightly slid over an open magic book.
Avira quietly entered the study, her blue and white dress lightly brushing the floor, making a barely audible sound. Her eyes fell on Iliad, and she couldn't help but smile: " Iliad, you are always so serious. Have you discovered something new in magic again?"
Iliad turned and looked at Avira, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, Avira. I just happened to discover a kind of magic that can strengthen the castle's defenses, which is very important for us."
Avira walked up to him, curiously examining the densely packed magical runes on the pages. "Can you teach me? I'd like to learn too."
Iliad nodded and gently placed a hand on Avira's shoulder, guiding her gaze towards the book. His fingers lightly touched the runes, and a faint blue light emanated from his fingertips, swirling around them. Avira felt a warm energy flow through her body and looked at Iliad in astonishment, saying, "This feeling... it's truly amazing!"
Iliad's eyes showed a hint of contentment as he softly explained the principles and techniques of magic manipulation. However, when his hand touched Avira's, their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze. A barely noticeable blush appeared on Iliad's face as he couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss Avira on the lips.
Avira's cheeks also showed a faint blush, and she lightly mocked, "Iliad, are you teaching me magic or demonstrating how to replenish mana?"
Iliad slightly withdrew his hand with a hint of nervousness, but quickly regained his composure and responded with a faint smile, "In our world, magic is everywhere, even the power of love is a kind of magic."
Avira couldn't help but laugh at his words, and she gently nudged Iliad: "With that kind of talk, I'm starting to doubt if you're really teaching me magic."
Late into the night, the study was filled only with flickering candlelight and a serene atmosphere. Avira sat at the heavy desk, engrossed in flipping through a thick book of magic, her deep eyes reflecting the faint candlelight as if searching for the glow of knowledge in this quiet night.
Iliad approached her with an almost silent step. His silver long hair shimmered with a mysterious light under the candlelight, and his handsome face carried an imperceptible concern. He walked slowly to Avira's side, his eyes deep and seemingly hiding a thousand words.
"Magic is not just the operation of the mind, but also the flow of feeling and power," Iliad began his teaching, his voice low and magnetic.
Avira looked up at Iliad with curiosity in her eyes. Iliad smiled slightly, a rare and precious smile, and gently reached out to touch Avira's shoulder, guiding her to feel the flow of magic within her.
"Feel this power, flowing from your heart to your whole body," Iliad spoke in a deep voice, guiding Avira's consciousness to follow the flow of magic. As his fingers lightly slid over Avira's skin, her cheeks unconsciously blushed, and her heartbeat quickened.
"Here," Iliad's finger paused at Avira's chest, gently applying a bit of pressure as if pecking at the magical point within her. "The flow of magic is particularly strong."
Avira tried to stay calm, but her breathing quickened slightly, and she felt a stir in her heart that she had never experienced before. She struggled to focus on learning magic, but found her thoughts constantly being led astray by Iliad's almost seductive hints.
With the light touch of Iliad's fingers, Avira felt a delicate magic sliding over her skin like silk, bringing an indescribable sensation. His fingertips seemed to possess a kind of magic, each touch making her magic flow smoother and inexplicably stirring her emotions.
Iliad's face appeared particularly handsome in the candlelight, with deep and mysterious light shimmering in his eyes. His calm yet profound voice continued to hum in the air, as if carrying a certain magic that involuntarily captivated people. "Every living being harbors a source of magic within, and these specific points are the bridges connecting your inner magic with external energy."
Avira tried to focus on the words of the Iliad, trying to ignore the disturbing sensations. However, when the fingers of Iliad lightly traced her waist and touched a new magical point, she couldn't help but shiver, an unknown energy resonating within her.
"This feeling... is truly amazing," Avira said softly, her voice trembling slightly but also revealing curiosity about this new experience.
Iliad A faint smile, rare as if the warm sun of early spring, brief yet precious. "Yes, this is the key to unlocking inner magic. But remember, to coexist harmoniously with the magic, not to be controlled by it."
Avira Biting her lip, she found herself oddly pleased by Iliad's almost teasing guidance. She cleared her throat, trying to regain her seriousness as a learner. "So, how do I control this power without letting it control me?"
Iliad's eyes became even deeper, and his fingertips moved slowly on Avira's skin, each touch accurately activating the magic points within Avira. His voice was deep and charming, "First, you need to learn to sense and regulate your inner magic. Let's start with simple breath control."
Avira took a deep breath, trying to regulate her breathing as Iliad instructed. She found that as she breathed deeply, the turmoil within her body gradually became more tumultuous, and the flow of magic became smoother and hotter. She had to admit that Iliad's method was indeed effective. As time passed, Avira felt an increasingly close connection between herself and the magic, as if she could feel the trajectory of every trace of magic flowing within her, and each breath made her feel full of power.
However, this also made her even more eager to touch the Iliad, his magic flowing into her body, bringing out her hidden power, and also arousing a certain desire for the opposite sex as a human.
The movement of Iliad was like playing a silent melody, his fingertips lightly and agilely dancing on Avira's skin. When he touched a magic point, Avira's body involuntarily trembled, an unknown feeling spreading in her heart. Avira's breathing became rapid, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. She tried to conceal her agitation, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Iliad noticed the change in Avira, a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained calm and deep, as if everything was under his control. His voice was deep and seductive as he continued, "Relax, Avira. Your magic is reflecting the turmoil in your heart, we need to calm it down."
Avira tried to follow Iliad's instructions, but when Iliad's fingers slid over her waist, gently untying the knot of her outer skirt, her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. Her outer skirt slowly slipped off, revealing delicate lingerie underneath, a sense of inexplicable shyness surged in her heart, but at the same time, the feeling of desire became even stronger.
Iliad's fingertips continued to roam on Avira's skin, lightly lingering at each spot as if leaving invisible marks. When he lowered his head and his lips gently touched the magical point on Avira's inner thigh, she almost melted, her face turning as red as a ripe apple, her heart pounding rapidly like a drum.
At that moment, Avira realized she was deeply attracted to Iliad. She bit her lip, trying to find the courage to resist, but found nowhere to escape. She whispered, " Iliad, is this really the only way to regulate the magic?"
Iliad's fingers paused on her skin for a moment. He lifted his head, his gaze meeting Avira's in a meaningful look. He replied, "Perhaps not the only way, but definitely the fastest." His voice carried an irresistible charm, causing Avira's heart to skip a beat once again.
In this tense and eager atmosphere, Iliad gently kissed every magical point on Avira's body, each kiss seeming to stir ripple after ripple within her. Avira felt her magic resonating wondrously with Iliad's, intertwining with each other. For a moment, she even forgot where she was, only Iliad's touch making her spirit sway.
The action of Iliad ultimately stopped just above Avira's heart, as he gently placed his palm over it, infusing her with a warm and powerful magic. Avira felt a surge of energy coursing through her body, as if her magic had been reignited, stronger than ever before. She took a deep breath, feeling herself completely reactivated.
Iliad finally lifted his head, his gaze shimmering with a subtle tenderness. "Now, your magic should be more stable. Remember, true power comes from inner peace," he spoke in a calm tone, but Avira sensed a certain concern in his deep eyes.
Avira slowly sat up straight, her face still tinged with a blush, but her eyes were shining. She said to Iliad, "Thank you, Iliad. You have taught me a lot, not only about controlling magic, but also about discovering myself."
Iliad smiled slightly, a very rare emotional expression. "As long as it has been helpful to you, my mission is complete."
When the dawn broke, the light streamed in through the study window, and Avira couldn't help but yawn. Iliad immediately noticed her fatigue and softly said, "It's already light out, you should rest."
Avira nodded, put on her coat, tidied up her disheveled appearance, and before leaving, she looked back at Iliad with gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for your guidance tonight, Iliad. I've learned a lot."
Iliad A faint smile, belonging to the stars of the night, mysterious and distant: "Avira, as long as I can help you, I am willing at any time."
Avira nodded slightly, then turned and left, leaving Iliad alone in the study. His gaze became deep as Avira departed, as if contemplating a grander plan. Iliad understood that they still had a long way to go. Teaching magic was just the first step, and he would slowly lead Avira to immerse in his world, never wanting to leave again.
It's late at night, Iliad is alone in the study, with an open book of magic in front of him, but his heart is filled with longing for Avira. In this just-restored peaceful fairytale world, their story is just beginning.
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