Interlude- 3- 5- Lessons for a Voyeur (NSFW)

  Citadel- Fourth Floor, the Hallway outside of the Lecture Hall- 24- 10- 2008 (Late Morning)

  Shanna O’Hara (She-Devil / Lancer)

  Shanna had been having problems since watching her master quickly suppress the possible battle by enforcing his will on the 'X-men' and putting many of them to sleep. She didn't know why, but ever since seeing that her lower body had felt warm and itchy when her thoughts would drift back to that moment in her memory.

  And when she found her hand drifting down to her bikini bottom, well, that was when she decided that it was time to spirit jump and remove such distractions from herself. So here she was following her master as a disembodied spirit as he made his way to his disciple to give Wanda another lesson in magic.

  Was hanging around them boring as they talked about things she had little understanding about, absolutely, but both she and her sister-Servant had an unspoken agreement that one of them had to be near him with so many strangers in the Citadel, despite all of the already established defenses.

  So it came as a massive surprise when her master stopped in his tracks, and her spirit form bumped into him, his soul like anyone else's, a wall that they could not pass through. There was a pause before air vibrated as he spoke.

  Unlike her sister-Servant Shanna could not really perceive the world as thoroughly as a spirit, as she didn't have any psychic abilities. She could feel when people spoke, but couldn't hear the words. The Servant sensed where people or the constructs were in the Citadel around her, but beyond the instincts on when her master was in danger or not, the world was a general grey and bck mess of things. Well, that wasn't completely true. She could somehow understand the thoughts of animals and pnts.

  So as she floated to the corner to materialize and listen in on Nath’aniel and his disciple, she really hoped that Magneto and her master got that bed thing working so she could better understand what it was she could do and why.

  "I will ask again, what do you think you are doing?" Her master asked as Shanna pulled out one of her machetes to use like a mirror.

  She didn’t get a great view, but Shanna could still clearly hear a spping noise complimented with a wetness to it. And what she could see shocked her. As Wanda was lying down behind the lectern, her robes seemingly id out under her like a bed, she was still wearing her headband and a cy bck bra and red panties pushed to the side, as she fingered her own pussy.

  “What does it look like I am doing master?” the disciple asked back to her instructor. A seductive smirk on the teenager’s face.

  "It looks as if you are preparing your body for the act of mating," Nath'aniel stated ftly. Shanna however, could feel the bubbling anger he was suppressing through their bond. The Servant was confused as to where this anger stemmed from.

  The teen used her free hand to rubber her now visible nipples, before saying. “Your eyes serve you well, my master. Why not come over here and help me finish before the lesson?” Wanda seemed to shiver as she must have touched somewhere sensitive with her test push into her privates.

  “No. I will not.” The mage stated ftly, his anger starting to spike in their bond.

  The disciple's eyes went wide in surprise at his reply, her hands stopping all that they were previously doing. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before asking. "Why? Am I not as pretty as Sam or Betsy?"

  While the teen was feeling rejection and depression, Shanna on the other hand felt a shiver run down her spine, as the mage expined. "No, you are a very attractive, smart, and capable girl, my disciple. But that there lies the problem, we are master and disciple.'

  “That retionship is precious and scared. You must understand and trust that everything that I tell you is to help you, either allow you to perform or use the mystic arts. I hope that no action or statement I ever said to you, or will say to you, may make you believe or ever think that I am doing or saying something with the intent or desire to sleep with you."

  “But what if I want to sleep with you?” Wanda asked with a shaky voice. Shanna was willing to bet that the teen’s eyes were starting to tear up.

  Her master’s anger seemed to lessen as he watched his disciple start to fall apart. Yet he still spoke clearly. “It doesn’t matter, not while you are my student. And if you think that quitting will lure you to my bed, think again. Because you should know me well enough by now, that I would take no pleasure in such a broken retionship.”

  “Then when?!” The teen snapped at him.

  Nath'aniel crossed his arms, before answering. "Once you have completed my course, and graduated as mere disciple. You must be able to at least safely cast an Expert-level spell of the Abyssal school, and when you can cast magic in no less than three other schools of magic as a sorcerer.

  "That could take years," Wanda argued. Shanna might have felt pity for the young girl if she wasn't distracted by her own lower half.

  “Decades even, if you stall out or lose yourself in other distractions.” The mage agreed.

  The teen was now clearly sobbing, as she started to speak. “But my I will…”

  Nath’aniel interrupted her, saying. “Be older yes, but you both forget that, one, because of being a mystic arts user you will be able to extend the length of your tribesman life span, and two, do you really think I would be deterred by a few grey hairs or wrinkles?”

  “But… maybe our… feelings… will… change?” Wanda gasped out between sobs.

  “Maybe they will. As I warned Sam before we started our retionship, I told her that mages rarely marry, because we already understood that as the centuries pass, so will we.” The mage stated, as he did Shanna saw a fsh of light, and a moment ter she saw that a rag had been conjured within reach of Wanda.

  The teen used to wipe her eyes dry, and then blew her nose. Yet her eyes still flowed as she y there crying, she asked. "What about you and Murmur?"

  “What about… Oh, you think she and I are in that kind of retionship. Let me ask you, given my refusal of you, do you honestly think I am hypocritical enough to do the opposite when I am the student?” Shanna couldn’t see her reaction as she panned the bde back and forth, but the mage continued. “Does she tease and flirt, oh yes, but after five days I have come to the conclusion that she more enjoys the reactions from her comments, or rather it is the chase that she enjoys, instead of being in any kind of serious retionship.”

  "So you're not…" Wanda started to ask something but lost her nerve as her voice got softer and softer.

  "No, I am not in that kind of retionship with her. I am currently only bedding Sam and Betsy." Nath'aniel stated clearly. He then cleared his throat and added. "Today's lesson is canceled. Because of your behavior, I am assigning you the task of cleaning the lecture hall, yourself, not just overseeing someone or the constructs doing it."

  Shanna saw the still-sniffling teen nod her head in understanding. As the mage turned to leave, she spirit jumped again, yet this time the burning sensation did not completely disappear. It worsened when Nath’aniel stopped beside her. He then released mystical pluses simir to how Curha spoke.

  “Peeping is not an honorable hobby.” He signaled her before leaving the hall.

  She couldn’t bring herself to follow him after that, her mind was filled with lustful thoughts too, much, so Shanna floated up and into her own quarters to cool the burning between her legs.