Zosime’s pumping heart echoes as a rhythm in her ears, a slight sheen of sweat upon her brow, anticipation, the delay building her lust, the thought of her Mistress spying upon her, erotic. How would she survive, the ache rampant across her body, especially the bone and flesh subject to the Mistress’ healing, screaming desire?

Charis knelt before Helice on her knees and slid her slim firm bottom sideways to allow her legs to sprawl out, seeking the luxurious comfort of the furs. Her lips draw back in response to the opulence and a deep breath releases between them, locking her eyes upon the green eyes of Zosime, who shudders in response. Zosime’s fingers tangling in the sensual fur floor covering to maintain her false composure as her craving fights for control. The silver circle in her breast hums with excitement.

The agent of Zosime’s desire and torment, prostrate before her, Charis’ breath upon her flesh teasing, her loins responding, her body answering, as she drowns in her Mistress’ eyes.

Zosime breaks.

Restraint flees before her urgency, her need for satisfaction. No plan exists, grinding flesh upon flesh, her mind’s sole objective consuming her restraint. Zosime’s body crawling, writhing and pressing upon Charis’ yearning for contact, fulfilment and satisfaction.

Charis wakes from her astonishment in time to receive Zosime, leaping upon her and overpowering her. Zosime’s muscular body trapping Charis to the furs grasping for pleasure, hers, Charis’ or both, uncertain, no order, no control. Charis eases herself to one side with Helice’s and Ismene’s assistance, otherwise Charis knew her escape would depend solely upon Zosime, unlikely to happen until her exhaustion or frustration.

Charis’ hands surround Zosime’s face and her furtive eyes calm in response.

“Sorry,” Zosime said gasping. Desperation, pleading and guilt. Her Mistress’ hands, fire upon her skin. Healing hands pulsing with life, the instruments responsible for her health and condition.

Her mind numbs as Charis’ lips seeks hers. Charis’ hands leave her face, the momentary disappointment extinguishing as one hand reaches for Zosime’s loins and the other caresses her breast. Her Mistress’ fingers toying with her nipple forcing Zosime prostrate, unable to lift a limb, bliss paralysing her.

Zosime painlessly sensing the silver circle worming, eagerly rising within her breast, drawn by the attraction of an immediate familiar elvish presence, pausing below her nipple within her breast’s flesh. The promise of skin contact satisfying the silver circle’s internal loneliness, to achieve reconnection to a collective racial consciousness lost to it hundreds of years ago. Zosime sensitive to this communication, not words, awareness, sprung from the deep healing upon her flesh and bones by her half-elvish Mistress.

Her Mistress’ stroking fingers on her left-hand contacts Zosime's embedded silver circle and lightning blazes through Zosime. The spark of life, joy and creation entering her nipple, electrifying her spine, igniting her womb and exiting her womanhood both sensual and sexual, her Mistress’ attending fingers on her right hand completing a unique circuit. Her orgasm immediate, overpowering and all consuming, her back arching and her fists seize the fur to maintain her presence within the physical world. Zosime’s muscular body, bucking, tossing Charis off, who immediately scrambles to stare into Zosime’s eyes, to reconnect, finding the whites of her eyes.

Ismene and Helice, imitating birds of prey poise on either side of Charis drooling with jealously. Charis caresses Zosime’s abdomen intending to relax her.

Zosime utters a single word, her voice hoarse and detached. “Mistress…”

This time Zosime focuses, her orgasm transforming into a needle thin, powerful targeting release connecting with Helice, her once dormant twin link the initial pathway, the search for Helice’s presence brief as her release triggering connection grows and sears a pathway. Zosime revels in Helice’s response, her joining.

Zosime, gulps to moisten her throat, desperate to speak.

“Mistress, pleasure Helice as you did me, I wish to be equally joined to her, be twin.” Her cheeks shine, moist salty tears bathe them. The promise of an intimate reunion, a connection to a twin Seer, not of flesh, of sisterhood and Seer awakening overwhelming, her twin link no longer a reminder of her single utter devastating loss.

Observing Zosime’s expression of contentment, body relaxing although trembling, Charis nudges Helice gently onto her back, noticing Helice and Zosime reach for each other’s hand. Charis concentrates on Helice’s treasure in her right breast, her silver circle, sensing the affinity, the attraction and drawing the circle to the base of Helice’s nipple under the areola. Charis’ right-hand pounces upon Helice’s womanhood searching and finding.

Helice moans in pleasure, no crescendo develops, where is her release? Charis ‘heals’ Helice’s nipple to connect to Helice and her silver circle and the lightning strikes twice. Helice’s eyes bulging in surprise, her back arching, squeezing Zosime’s hand, a signal to stare into each other’s eyes, permitting Helice to join equally with Zosime.

Ismene throughout caressing and sweetly kissing her Mistress tending to her, perceiving Seer business occupying her attention for now.

Helice and Zosime celebrate within each other’s embrace. Ismene interprets their celebration as a sign and tackles Charis, ravenous for attention and jubilant when her Mistress tends to her. Ismene crawls towards, and upon reaching the lounge rests her head upon the plush cushion seat, exposing her buttocks, inwardly pleading. Charis aware of her Provedore’s preference, administers to her.

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“Don’t reply Seer Sister and don’t be shocked. Unknown to most Charis is a latent Seer, she can receive, always the first step, she can’t establish and send,” sent Helice.

Zosime’s eyes widening and her mouth gapping open confirming her silent shock.

“Alcmene and Clymene and I believe now is the time to push Charis to the next stage. Firstly, others will arrive to receive the awakening you and I received. Then we will conspire and seduce, therefore prepare.”

Zosime, slowly nodding in agreement, still trying to comprehend Charis capable of any trace of Seer Skill, let alone the ambition Helice contemplates for her. The slapping of Ismene’s buttocks interrupts her line of thought drawing her to observe the event. Surprising herself, no judgement, Ismene welcome to her pleasures.

Charis administers her healing spark to each Seer as they enter the Meeting Room. Helice sneaks from the Meeting Room to fetch the Coin Pairs including Dione, Otonia and Zoe from the Training Room. She also directs Agape into the Meeting Room, when she returns before dusk from the Stables.

Twenty-two naked bodies occupy the Training Room after dusk writhing and moaning in favoured pairs or with favoured sisters. In an instant the randomness for ten Seer Sisters, ceases. They methodically tend to their Mistress, freely sharing their personal discoveries regarding how best to arouse and inflame her desires. When the Seers tire the Coin Pairs, Dione, Otonia, Zoe, Ismene and Agape continue, Helice responsible for preparing them and organising them. When Charis tires, Helice whispers to her to rejuvenate herself with her magic or draw upon the Seer’s magic she is currently in contact with if necessary.

The Assassin Seers repressed sexual feelings unleash during the orgy. Being mature adults, physically fit and purpose driven they seek out partners until exhaustion, rest and then search for more. Their taste for Seer Skill strengthening growing with each partner and each sharing release. Proof absolute the Goddess Saph blesses their actions, otherwise why return their Seer Skill to them? Seer Skill is their drug, their blessed stamp of approval from the Goddess they didn’t imagine serving ever again.

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Charis fills with a readiness, a flaring awareness, seeking connections and a strength of mind. She reaches with her mind for her lover, no finesse involved, no finely tuned pathway available to her and no Seer Skill technique to draw upon, pure willing for contact. She burns through the magic of her items searching across the Duchy following the familiar trail in her mind’s eye, reality guiding raw magic, absolutely and utterly the method employed by an unskilled, low technique Seer. She finds Rhea/Raisa and contacts their minds. The release she is withholding, she unleashes upon them both. The intensity stuns them both, scrambling to recover, they thirst for more, eager and lusting. Charis rewards them as she is beyond control herself, lost in lust, multiple partners servicing her.

Elpis sort refuge with Rhea, choosing to dine with her recent acquaintance instead of trying to survive another courtly meal. Rhea ceases their conversation mid-sentence. Elpis tries snapping her thumb and fore finger first, then calling her name. Rhea shudders and moans, her body leans forward, her hands grip their common table until white knuckles present, finally she throws her head back revealing the whites of her eyes.

Elpis needs to lean on the table to steady it and her hands reach for Rhea’s to try and comfort her. Merely an innocent graze, to provide assurance to her one potential friend outside the hostile court she finds herself in. The flesh contact providing Rhea/Raisa a link. Pleasure floods Elpis, threatening to engulf her, a witness merely a few heartbeats before she now comprehends Rhea’s condition, finding herself wrestling their table drowning in sexual frenzy.

The intensity and frequency new to Elpis, an infrequent dabbler in the possibility of shared female love and lust. Seeking respite from the overwhelming pulsing pleasure, Elpis releases in turn to her Seer Twin regardless of the danger. Fortunately, she resides in her room alone, the evening meal several bells ago as the pleasure sent drowns her unsuspecting Twin eliciting a raw scream of ecstasy testing the sound proofing of her Seer room.

Charis’ raw link to Rhea refines, the pathway establishes with the sending of multiple releases the magic necessary to maintain the link trivial. Then Charis senses another, vaguely familiar and releases directly to her. Elpis instantly arches her back and slides from the table paralysed with pleasure unable to share with her sister immediately. She reaches out to her twin Agatha, sending the release to her for relief, Elpis’ mind and body sinking into a primitive carnal state.

Charis establishes connections, spreading spider web tendrils, a thin strand to each Seer the strongest attaching to those with an item, particularly a silver circle. She taps the magic of the respective Seer, accessing it freely and contacts each Seer searching for scars or pains and if the Seer agrees she erases them, their physical bodies renewing to perfection. Rhea denies Charis, her scars were hers and without them who is she? Nysa also refuses, her birthmark defines her and made her into the confident warrior sister they admire.

“This is wonderful Seer Sisters…” sent Charis to those within her Seer web, her Seer Circle. Charis embracing the connections, the wonder, the chatter and bonding.

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Charis relinquishes her strands as a direct connection and as she does her access to the respective Seer’s item or items fade. Opening her eyes for the first time since the Seers seduction of her, she needs to push away prostrate unconscious naked bodies, while others languidly roll away on their own accord.

One sister pleads for attention as she returns to the present. Ismene squeals under Charis’ scrutiny and revels in the anticipation, her Mistress attending to her in the way she prefers. Every one of her sisters discovers what the once proud noble lady enjoys the most. Charis relishes giving her pleasure; she is the most honest and the most receptive of the non-Seers. The other Seers find a non-Seer to repay them for their participation, in a most delightful way. The room quiets as each sister rests amongst the furs to recover after their discoveries.

The door to the Meeting Room opens. A judgemental elder and Jocasta stand in the opening. The warrior sisters discover their purpose when cold water hits them.

“Now your orgy is over you need to get some sleep, off to bed all of you!” orders Jocasta, with as much authority a twelve-year-old can muster. The occupants hold their breath wondering and waiting for Charis’ reaction.

“You are right, you are probably the wisest of us at this time,” Charis replies.

They untangle their naked bodies and don’t bother dressing, no robes, no loin cloth and not a single set of breasts in cloth wrapping. As they leave the Meeting Room one by one, Jocasta, no longer blushing at the sight of naked female bodies, witnesses the Warrior-sisters climb the stairs to their Rooms, while the Initiates stagger to the White Room. Jocasta looks to the elder and they both nod in agreement and leave for the elder’s room their job done.

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Helice and Zosime follow Charis to her room. When she questions their intentions, she finds out her bodyguard Helice needs to escort her everywhere while Zosime, currently Helice’s pupil needs to follow Helice for a while longer.

Lying in her bed, a naked Helice on one side and a naked Zosime on the other Charis realises what they share needs to remain a secret. With ten Seers actively trying to strengthen their Seer Skill and increase their Seer connection with each other she oddly welcomes the start of Death Season. This harsh season means the Daughters of the Duchess can’t accept any missions requiring travel from Hillperch. Meaning the main interest, at least for the Seers in pleasure seeking and gratification is possible, greatly strengthening them by Season end.

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The celebration and connection of the previous night reverberates throughout the House the next morning. The Seer connections exposing their weaknesses and vulnerabilities calling upon their Seer Sisters for strength and guidance in an open and honest sharing. Secrets, fears and triumphs impossible to hide, except for the Adept Seers; Alcmene, Clymene and Helice. The three spending many months previously training and developing their Seer Skill and therefore able to refine, channel and segregate their Seer Contact. The three Adept Seers agreeing Helice’s time with Charis will include learning this technique to the exclusion of any other. Clymene insisting, as their Mistress, Charis’ privacy needs protection, her ways and means not always fully appreciated until the result, which could lead to misunderstanding.

Sisters waking in the White Room quickly realise the Seers intent, dispensing with clothing and some Seers and non-Seers arising to a naked playmate attending to them. Bath Room invitations equally popular. Declining both of those invitations leaves the option to enter the Kitchen to break your fast, a naked Alcmene and Clymene greeting you while preparing a meal for the House.

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“No more, I am tired. I have just woken from a night’s sleep!” Charis said, pleading.

“This training is necessary and will take time Mistress. Alcmene, Clymene and I agree, this is important.” Helice then kisses her Mistress passionately to improve her mood with some success.

“I hear the chatter and I appreciate your efforts. The chatter mentions nakedness and while I would appreciate the view, we need to retain our focus.”

“Yes Mistress,” replied Helice, positioning her naked body half across Charis’, entwining her legs and playfully attending Charis’ breast. A tug on her braids draws her to a stop.

“We can’t suffer distraction, and we certainly must realise our behaviours within these walls must remain within these walls. Townsfolk tolerate us because unseen, they can ignore our preferences.”

“You worry too much Mistress, this is the first morning after our enlightenment, after your awakening and influence upon us all, a joyous occasion. Celebrate and revel in our transformation into Adept Seers.”

Charis enclosing Helice’s hand with her own to still it, the pleasure of her breast being teased and fondled … unhelpful. “A momentary lapse in the wrong place and more will show an interest and watch and then rumours will begin and at each lapse, proven. The Foretold heralds change and with change there is always resistance, and some will stop it at whatever the cost …”

Helice’s body tensing when Charis’ words fully bite her. What better way to stop change than assassinate the leader?

“Sorry Mistress, we have much to celebrate and yet, it seems, our best way to celebrate is to keep the joy in our hearts.”

“Or perhaps celebrate like true Seers and chat with purpose between each other, share technique, discoveries, heartache and joy and many will become one.”

Helice’s long silence troubles Charis and instead of questioning it, she patiently waits.

“Seers are paired by nature and tradition, triples such as Alcmene, Clymene and me easy to adapt to and comprehend, in fact honoured as they are prized by the Temples. In the House these relationships are developing. Beyond is difficult Mistress.”

Charis, freeing herself from Helice, her slumber and her bed, standing naked, reaches for a robe hanging nearby, the House’s new standard of dress. Her hand falls to her side as she reconsiders.

“Attend to me Helice, full dress, full armour.”

“Mistress are we …” Helice’s words die in her throat, Charis stands, a naked stone statue waiting.

When done, Charis insists Helice dress in loin cloth, wraps her breasts and then Seer Robe.

“Please advise the House to meet in the Ground Floor Training Room, the Kitchen nearby will enable the House to break our fast together like always.” Why didn’t I summon the House? Habit?

“Yes Mistress.”

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The Training Room fills with naked sisters, hair messy or wet, they gather in twos or threes at the various tables or seat themselves upon benches around the walls. Anticipation building along with the babble.

Charis’ entrance subconsciously stills the chatter and draws their eyes to her. Nervous glances extend to Helice who follows Charis in her Seer Robes, neither naked.

Charis strides to the centre of the room, pausing to assess her sisters and how they group. In groups of twos and threes, especially the Seers, confirming Helice’s advice. Thais and Alexa surrounding Korinna at one table, Alexis assisting Alcmene and Clymene in the Kitchen, Niobe and Hagne embracing, leaning against a wall as one. Zosime alone initially, easing herself along a wall to stand beside Helice.

The Coin Pairs forming into Warrior Threes; Zoe with Astera and Thyia, Otonia with Kyra and Nysa and Dione with Dirce and Drosis populating the various tables and benches in the room. Ismene in contrast spies from the doorway of the Store Room, her face peeking, her body hiding. Agape proving difficult to find, sitting cross legged on the floor, beside the equipment rack, deliberately positioning herself behind a table full of sisters. Curiously sporting her Daughter’s robe.

“Sisters, clothes and armour are compulsory, a few days remain before Death Season and certain tasks need completing and we need to ensure there are no distractions. We also need to ensure our expressions of love and lust remain within these walls and isn’t accidently on display anywhere else.”

Heads dropping, the happiness of moments ago dissipating. The Seers revealing their shock in their chatter, with Clymene marshalling them back to purpose and discipline.

“I look, and I admire and if your naked bodies alone would win the fight before us then I wouldn’t insist on any clothes. Unfortunately, we are tolerated within the walls of Hillperch because our way of living is not on display outside these walls, therefore we wouldn’t survive a lapse. How easy and tempting for one sister to reach inside the robe of another while frequenting an Inn or strolling along a street, expressing their love, folk notice and start a rumour.”

Comprehension dawning upon most as Charis continues.

“We need to join, become one and as I observe my sisters, I see groups of twos and threes, also a couple of others hiding alone. Share your meals with different sisters every day. Train with different sisters. When in battle you will not always chose who is with you, fighting for your life and their own.”

“Yes Mistress.”

While accepting of their Mistress’ command, each Sister approaching and presenting themselves before Charis to acknowledge and agree deliberately bows slowly and low. Purposely drawing out the formality, so their Mistress could appreciate their body, languorous sauntering steps, arching their back, glancing back over their shoulder as they return to their places.

The Seer sisters sensing Charis’ growing arousal as each sister presents before her. Charis’ condition seeping from her consciousness rippling along the threads of her Seer links, her items her bane, fuelling the fire in her loins, their need to procreate. Charis pushing back smiling, yes, we could descend into another orgy, first we need to conclude our business. Demurely, they mentally reply, “Yes Mistress.” Including Rhea/Raisa, Elpis and Agatha.

As sisters finish their meal and retire from the Kitchen they seek out their bunks and dress depending upon their tasks; attend the stable, weapons training or hunting. The start of a new day in the House.

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The Seer Circle numbers fourteen plus Charis, the Centre of the Circle. Unless Rhea and Raisa count as one and not two; the actual count confusing a non-Seer such as Charis. Within the House, the Seer Circle membership numbers eleven. The inclusion of Rhea/Raisa, Elpis and Agatha outside the House varying the actual total. Although not an auspicious number Charis insists upon the one Seer Circle and the sharing of intimate relations to maintain and strengthen the Circle. The Single Seers after enduring many years of twin loss find refuge and comfort in joining with many instead of a single other Seer and support Charis against any protests.

Charis discovers, once she casts her links to each Seer, they connect to and remained bound within the Seer Circle, Charis easily passing thoughts to and from each of her Circle Sisters and they to her. Charis though aspires to a higher purpose and when she reveals her aspiration to the Circle, they respond; equal portions of shock and excitement!

Charis knew the Seers of Saph could in extraordinary circumstances send parchment between twins in different locations after spending time in mediation and silence. Usage of this technique infrequent; more typical, mental communication between Seer Twins, which still requires the obligatory mediation and silence although to a significant lessor degree. Alcmene, Clymene, Helice and Niobe perfected mental communication months ago. The transfer of objects Charis’ new ambition! Alcmene, Cymene and Helice perfecting and demonstrating a technique, merely lacking magic.

Charis’ grand experiment requiring her to control the preparation and build up. Several Seers lacking cross linking, beyond their accomplishments with their favoured two or three, needing encouragement, Charis participating if necessary, to link with other Seers. The simple truth being some potential pairs weren’t sexually attracted to each other. The non-Seers became the bridge, both sisters pleasured and aroused by Sisters they found sexually attracted to and with hands joined they release to each other. Agape the smallest Sister, popular in this role, her smooth skin and slender body attractive, her long well-kept black hair wielded evocatively in the throes of love making.

The result the Meeting Room busy every night hosting Seer Training, for Seers attendance eagerly sort, for non-Seers attendance optional. Jocasta avoiding the room, nightly escaping to the elder’s room to flee the caressing and lustful purring. While lacking Seer training the Apprentice Carpenter Twins by participating, unlock their natural potential, contributing a wild element into the Seer Circle, a Seer Skill not constrained by years of discipline, training, regimen and taboo. They relish an affinity with Charis the untrained revelling in unrestrained discovery.

During the final week of the Month of Magic Charis declares the linkages between each Sister in the Seer Circle strong and natural. She couldn’t call upon any Seer Training to confirm or deny this decision. Her Adept Seers couldn’t advise her, twins or triplets their area of expertise. Charis cast her web connecting her sisters to the Seer Circle. Each time a test, each time evaluating the effort and magic necessary to maintain the Seer Circle. Whatever resistances, imperfections or lack of expertise existing previously, diminishing until the difference between today and yesterday, insignificant.

Charis imagining an open field with sunlight shinning down, her Seer Sisters surrounding her, the ideal location to perform her experiment. Instead, settling for the middle of the day in the upstairs Training Room. Thais and Alexa convincing Charis of the folly to construct a window in the roof of the House above the upstairs Training Room, when she asks them.

During the morning the Seers sun bathed their items in preparation, taking care to ensure minimal fuss and disturbance while on the House roof. Charis took her turn amongst them idly connecting with Rhea/Raisa to ensure her safety behind the protective walls and doors of the empty Inn. With Death Season approaching, few travellers choosing to visit the far-flung outpost of the Lonely Keep.

Ismene providing furs for the floor, spares apparently, a pleasant surprise for the Seers, those in the Seer Circle will endure in comfort. Each member of the Circle taking a position around Charis squatting cross legged, the Seer links to each in her Circle strong and effortless. Charis encouraging few adornments, embellishments or ritual, her future Seer Circle needing to perform from the back of a horse!

“We begin!” sent Charis to the members of her Seer Circle, including Rhea/Raisa.

Alcmene, Clymene and Helice’s knowledge and Seer Skill providing the technique utilising Charis’ magic harvesting from the Seer Circle. The fresh apple resting in the furs before the three Adepts vanishing. The Seer Circle requiring more time to settle into position than to concentrate and transfer the apple.

The Seer Circle releasing their collective breaths after transferring the apple. A heartbeat later Rhea contacting them through the Seer Circle, announcing the apple’s arrival, now resting on her lap. A euphoria grips them, such success, first attempt! Charis calming her sisters, gently asking them to reoccupy their positions needing to perform one more test.

Rhea takes a bite out of the apple and places it with awe back onto her lap. Alcmene, Clymene and Helice channel through their shared Seer Circle link to Rhea and with Charis supplying magic the apple, less one bite instantly materialises before the three Adept Seers. This final success sending a ripple of elation and celebration through the Seer Circle.

No Seer in their moment of success noticing Ismene, their provedore observing in fascination, wishing she could share as intimately with their Mistress.

As one the Seer Circle lurches forward enveloping Charis; kissing, caressing and fondling, belief in their Mistress absolute. Newly appointing and adopting their young Mistress as their Mother Superior, capable of blessing them with Seer Skill to serve Saph, gathering them to form a Seer Circle from legend and together succeed in the transference of an object, an Adept Seer Skill, easily and quickly!

Charis overcome with pleasure orgasmed and …

Ismene jealously observing. No build up. Action and consequence. The Seers possessing her Mistress driving her to ecstasy, screams of delight announcing her condition. Then …

The Seers upon Charis roll away, backs arching, their eyes glazing over, uttering a whimper of pleasure, their surprise complete. Charis’ body glistens in sweat revealing her naked glory. Ismene satisfies her desire by attending to her Mistress and in quick time Charis orgasms again, the effect of which spreads to the Seers surrounding her.

“Ismene what is happening here?”

Ismene whips her head around from between Charis thighs, red face, caught, no excuse and then genius.