Your body feels warm and sated beneath him, your nipples hardening against his chest. After a few moments, Aiden rolls off of you, panting heavily as he wipes the sweat from his brow. "That was... intense," he manages to say between breaths.

He studies you for a moment, taking in your flushed skin and mussed hair. It's clear that he finds you just as attractive now as he did before. "I think I can handle seeing you like this every day,"

Aiden's eyes wander down to your breasts, noticing the hardened nipples. A predatory glint returns to his gaze as he reaches out a hand to cup one of them, rolling it between his fingers. "Looks like you could use some more practice," he murmurs, voice thick with desire. He leans in closer, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

When the other students filed out of the hall, Professor Thornbury motioned for Maria and Ithri to take a seat on a nearby bench. "You know," she began, her voice soft and thoughtful, "Elves have always been known for their affinity with nature and their talents in magic. But your bond with this shadow serpent is truly unique." She reached out to stroke the top of Ithri's head, and he closed his eyes contentedly, leaning into her touch.

"Shadow serpents aren't often found in the company of other races," she continued, "let alone elves. They are said to be solitary creatures, preferring their own kind or the companionship of powerful mages." She looked up at Maria and smiled. "I must admit, I am intrigued. If you would allow it, I would like for you and Ithri to stay here with me at the academy. You can live in my quarters; there is plenty of room for both of you."

Sera's heart skips a beat as Nat stands, the movement drawing her attention to his form more fully than ever before. Her gaze travels upwards, meeting his eyes, and she feels herself growing even more flustered beneath his intense scrutiny. A nervous giggle escapes her lips before she can stop it. "N-Nat?" she asks uncertainly, unsure of what he's doing or where this is leading but too caught up in the moment to care.

Sera's breath hitches in her throat as Nat's words send a shiver down her spine. She can feel the heat rising to her cheeks, spreading through her body like wildfire. Her heart is racing so fast she's sure he must be able to hear it. "I-I don't know," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe?"

"Fascinating," Professor Thornbury murmured as she listened intently. "And you say that he understands your language?" She glanced down at Ithri, who was curled up on the desk, watching her with his purple eyes.

Maria nodded. "Yes, he does. He's actually quite intelligent."

The professor looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. "Well, I think it would be wonderful to study you and your kind more closely. If you wouldn't mind, Maria, I would like to invite you both back here tomorrow after classes to begin some experiments." Maria was surprised but excited by the offer. She eagerly agreed, grateful that her bond with Ithri had led her to this opportunity.

"Well then," she said, pulling out an ancient tome bound in black leather adorned with silver runes, "Perhaps it's time we changed that." With a flourish, she tossed the book at Maria, who managed to catch it reflexively. The title was written in flowing script across the spine: "Shadow Serpents of Old: A Comprehensive Guide to Their History and Magic."

"This is a very rare book," Professor Thornbury explained, "Written by an elven scholar who studied shadow serpents during the time they were believed to be extinct. It contains information on their magical abilities that you simply won't find anywhere else." She leaned in conspiratorially. "I think it would be best if you kept this book hidden from most of your classmates, don't you agree?"

The air around the prince shimmers as you grant his wish, sending forth a wave of power that sweeps across the lands. Armies rise up in unison, their banners bearing his symbol; legions of soldiers march towards neighboring kingdoms, intent on conquest and domination. The world trembles at the force unleashed by your magic, as nations crumble before the might of the prince's newfound army.

The prince gloats, his eyes alight with victory and lust for power.

The prince ponders your question, his gaze drifting over your ethereal form. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he realizes what it is that he truly desires. "My second wish," he says slowly, deliberately, his voice thick with desire, "is for you, Amelixena." He leans in close, his warm breath caressing your skin, eyes intent on dominating yours. "I want you to be mine; my personal genie, at my command."