Sonic Series Fan Fiction ❯ Arrow, Bequeath my Heart ❯ Chapter 6
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Oreana Date 
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.17.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 266 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Sonic Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.17.2013 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 266 | Status: Completed
Author’s Notes: Sorry about the delay. I kind of got sucked into the most awesome indie game: Dust: An Elysian Tail, and I cannot stay away from doing artwork for it.
Anywho, masturbation scene further down in the chapter. Be warned. :3
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The years that continued seemed to be the same for Troy. He would wake up early to prepare the meal for the royal court and those willing to attend for such. Afterwards, he would head to Lord Thunderhawk’s room to learn more about casting with Sara-Li before heading back to the kitchen to help Ivan with dinner. Opening his icy-blue eyes to that same, dreary room, Troy moved over upon his old cot and stretched with a yawn at the new day that was to greet him upon his fifteenth year. The rumbling sound of Krine (his roommate) snoring, however, was enough to make the young mage cock his brow with a playful huff at the winter rabbit.
Taking his nearby pillow, Troy chucked it at the rabbit to cause the white and brown spotted anthro to stop with the relentless, loud snoring. Moving his droopy ears from his face, Krine drifted one slightly towards the small laughter of the echidna before his green eyes landed upon him curiously. “Yeah, laugh it up,” the rabbit mumbled before stretching with a spread of his toes and a curling of his fingers.
“We both won’t be laughing if Ivan gets a hand on us,” Troy commented as he removed the dirty blanket from his body to get to his padded feet with a small grunt at having to rest on that hard, stone floor.
Crossing one leg over the other, Krine almost looked content to just go right back to sleep. “If anything, I am just glad I don’t have to wake up to your voice cracking anymore. I was sick of hearing that frog playing around with your vocal strings,” the rabbit teased, only to be rewarded with another pillow smacking the side of his head.
“Everyone matures,” Troy huffed, not finding the comment funny at all as he scooped back up his pillow. “I am sure your voice was squeaker than mine, you insufferable—.”
“‘Insufferable’?R 21; Krine interrupted with a chuckle. “Wow, who has been teaching you these new words?”
Before Troy could respond, the loud banging on their door was enough to startle them both. “Troy! Krine!” Ivan bellowed angrily. “Do I have to get in there and drag you both out by your tails! Get down to the kitchen already, dammit!”
Krine easily fell out of his bed after that moment, scrambling to grab up his clothes, in the process. “C-Coming!” he stammered, nearly tripping over his pants, as he attempted to put them on.
Troy ran his fingers through his wild, messy white hair to try and set it better as he too ran for his clean clothes. Upon getting dressed and decent, he hurried to the kitchen with Krine right behind him. His hands upon his apron, Troy hastily wrapped it around himself though fumbled with the knot a bit with how nervous he was that Ivan might smack him for sleeping in. With his fingers continuing to twist and turn in failure at it, a delicate touch gently graced his hands to stop him from continuing and helped with tying his apron in place.
“There,” said Sara-Li’s voice sweetly from behind Troy. Upon the young teen turning around, she smiled at him innocently. “I thought a cook was supposed to be good with his hands?” she giggled with her tongue sticking out from her muzzle teasingly.
“What are you doing here?” Troy asked, sounding more irritated than anything. While he didn’t mind Sara-Li, he sometimes found her to be that annoying younger sister that always hung by his side.
Sara-Li narrowed her eyes with a twist of her mouth. “Apparently being helpful. I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath for a ‘thank you’ as you’re always good at that.” She turned on her heels to grab up the sack of food Ivan had prepared for her earlier before he had stormed off to get Troy and Krine to wake up. “Even when I would heal you after you’d try practicing your magic ahead of Lord Thunderhawk’s lessons.”
Moving his maroon furred fingers through his hair, he expressed a nasally sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that, I—it’s early, okay?”
“You never are a morning person,” Sara-Li didn’t mind pointing out as she checked the food items in the bag to see what Ivan had given her. “Always so grumpy,” she seemed to muse, “and nothing but a jerk at times.”
Troy rolled his icy-blue eyes and said nothing in return for the time being. He knew it would merely result in a fight, and he didn’t want it to escalate into anything other than a small spat. “What are you doing up so early? Trying to continue being ‘teacher’s pet’?” The young lightning mage knew that at times Sara-Li would get up early to try and fetch food for her family before taking her studying material to the library to catch up on a few things before Thunderhawk was ready for lessons.
Sara-Li shot an unimpressed, irritable look at Troy. “Why should what I do bother you? I am trying to help my brother out of anybody when it comes to me learning to be a healer.” She narrowed her violet eyes. “I at least have a reason to do my magic. What is yours?”
It seemed no matter how Troy tried to speak to Sara-Li it always resorted in his words coming out wrong.
“I merely came here to grab some food for my family, and then I was going to worry about studying in the library afterwards before the magic lessons.” Sighing, she tied the knapsack tightly to keep the food from spilling anywhere before placing it over her shoulder cautiously. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—.”
Troy watched as Sara-Li headed out of the kitchen at that moment, prompting his body to finally relax with an irritable huff. “Why is it so hard to talk to her?” he mostly muttered to himself, but Krine couldn’t help but overhear him.
Krine scoffed as he began chopping the onions, though at a rather slow pace as he was still trying to wake up. “It’s your way of flirting, probably,” he smirked, his ear twitching to Troy’s grumbled words slightly after his comment. “It’s true, my friend. You’re at that age where you’re trying to defend yourself against the idea of finding a young woman like Sara-Li attractive.”
“I didn’t ask you, Krine,” Troy pointed out with a narrowing of his icy-blue eyes.
“Krine! Troy!” Ivan’s voice bellowed from the front of the kitchen. “Stop talking, and get to work, before I flog both your backsides!”
Without another word on the matter, Troy scurried to grab his own cutting board and knife before getting the lettuce he was supposed to be working on as he usually did every morning. Krine buried his nose back into the onions, chopping at them a bit quicker, not wishing to rouse the bear’s anger further.
As the day continued, Thunderhawk found himself mostly consumed with his paperwork regarding the tax increase, new law ideas from the council, and even new letters from his daughter and other relatives. His quill shook back and forth vigorously as he tried to keep up with the piles of paper and not get overwhelmed. “I don’t want to have to increase the taxes,” he mumbled to himself, tapping the feathered tip of the quill against his muzzle in thought. “However, I need more money to continue repairs on Winterhold…” Thunderhawk rolled his fingers through his wild bangs, tapping the pen lightly upon the parchment, which was to hold his response.
The sound of someone knocking upon his door snapped the elder from his train of thought briefly. His blue eyes meeting the double doors across the room, he called out to whoever it was. “You may enter.”
Sara-Li pushed open the door slowly as she could always tell when something was weighing heavily on the leader’s mind as of late. “Thunderhawk?” she called curiously. “Is it alright if I come in early…?”
Seeing the young Sara-Li standing there, the guardian smiled at her best he could through his concerned expression. “Of course, Sara-Li,” Thunderhawk insisted, gesturing to the chair across the room near his alchemy table. “Just have a seat. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Moving to the alchemy table, Sara-Li occasionally glanced over at the guardian as she carefully placed her belongings on the empty table. “Are you okay? You sound really worried about something.”
“It’s just the same old stuff, Sara-Li,” Thunderhawk insisted, as he finished with his signature on the tax increase letter before putting his seal on the band, which he wrapped around the folded up parchment. “Ever since part of my city fell into the waters below, it’s been hard trying to find means to get this place as active and lively as it once was. Sadly, I need the help of others to do so, and that requires higher taxes.”
Sara-Li heard that word—‘taxes’—and it made her weak kneed. “You’re not…going to overcharge my parents…are you?” When his blue eyes met her, Sara felt a bit foolish to ask such a thing, but she couldn’t help it. “The reason we left home was because the taxes were too high …I don’t want to move again.”
Thunderhawk was aware she was still very young, so she didn’t understand what was considered too high in regards to taxes or even how they worked. “Sara-Li,” he began as he headed towards her, “what was being charged back in Vvardenfell was a very high amount. The ruler of your village was taxing everyone dry from what your father told me. I try not to raise the taxes beyond a certain amount; especially, with how hard things are at the moment for my people.” Seeing the relaxed look on her face, Thunderhawk moved his hand to her cheek to caress her gently there with the back of his fingers. “I promised I would take good care of you when I met you, Sara-Li, and I intend to keep that promise.”
When the door opened this time without a knock, Thunderhawk and Sara-Li both turned to see Troy entering the room. Removing his hand from Sara’s cheek, he chuckled softly at how Troy didn’t seem to mind barging into his bedroom. “Yes, you’re welcome to join us,” he sarcastically commented though a bit of playfulness clung to his tone.
Troy removed his messy apron and placed it upon the nearby table where he always kept it before making it towards the alchemy desk with Sara-Li and Thunderhawk. “Sorry, I didn’t think I was interrupting anything.” He tried not to sound irritable about the fact, so he merely took his seat across from Sara-Li.
“Someone smells like onions and black pepper,” Thunderhawk commented with a smile as he slid on his reading glasses to read the text of the book that he had pulled from his small library to try and remember where they last left off. “I am to guess you’re working on a vegetable or tomato soup of some sort?”
“Well, a vegetable soup is prepared and ready for dinner tonight,” Troy commented, opening his book as well to the right page. “You’ll know that if you bother to show up for dinner tonight.” He knew that Thunderhawk rarely ate with his court (at least from what he noticed upon arriving). At times, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed by it as he wanted Thunderhawk to taste his food at least once in front of him.
Hearing the slight pain in his voice, Thunderhawk looked over the rim of his glasses at Troy before smiling at his words. “I promise I will show up tonight. Now, let’s focus on our studies.” Picking up the tome in his hands, he refreshed his old memory. “Alright, so both of you have gotten the foundation down of attempting and holding onto your beginner spells, but, I would like to try something different.” Putting the book down on the table, he looked between the two. “Sara-Li, I want you to try and learn how to do a destructive spell while, Troy, I want you to learn how to do a supportive spell.”
“Wh-What!” both of them exclaimed at once, unable to believe their spells could do anything of the sort.
Thunderhawk raised his hand to silence the two. “You both may think it impossible, but each spell has an ability to change from being helpful to hurtful, just as any destructive spell can turn from something deadly to supportive.” Opening his hand, he showed off his fire spell lingering there in his right palm before showing off his icy flame in the other. “While I mostly use my flame magic to attack others, that’s not all it is good for. With my fire, I can create a protective wall of flame to deter a majority of attacks. I can even make an ice barrier to cast upon myself and or others to have them absorb certain spells or incoming damage.”
“But…I’ve never heard of healers using spells to defend themselves in an attacking way,” Sara-Li commented, her hands bunched up upon her book’s pages. “I thought they always brought bows and arrows with them or swords or something.”
“Most cases, they do, as it is wise to do so in an unforgiving place like Skyrim,” Thunderhawk answered. “But what if those were taken away from you and all you had was your magic?” Seeing her confused face, he chortled. “As a caster of any kind, you need to learn to improvise, so you do not find yourself trapped and out of options.” Looking to Troy, he raised a bushy brow to him as well. “And you—you won’t always have support with you, so you need to learn to tap into defensive spells when possible.”
“What in the hell can lightning magic really do beyond destroy things?” Troy asked, raising his brow back at Thunderhawk, as he felt it was impossible to do such a thing with lightning magic in terms of defensive spells.
“It can create a defensive barrier like all destructive magic can,” said the elder as he moved the spell book he was reading in front of Troy to show him. “Yours will require more concentration, however, as lightning barriers are closer to the body of the person it is given to. If you make one mistake in your casting, it could cause horrible damage to whoever you cast the barrier on.”
“So…who is going to be the person I test this on?” Troy asked.
Upon seeing Troy’s icy-blue eyes venture over to her, Sara-Li raised her hands defensively. “Don’t look at me!”
Thunderhawk laughed softly with a shake of his head. “I have some practice dummies you can practice the spell on, Troy.”
“Are you talking about the ones outside?” asked Sara-Li.
Thunderhawk groped his brown beard as he winked down at the young healer. “There are those, but I do have my own down in my training room. I’d rather not have the two of you stand outside in the bitter cold practicing your magic. I know your fur is thick, Troy, and you can handle it, but Sara-Li can’t do it for extended periods.”
“Where is this training room of yours?” Troy asked, looking about the room to notice that nothing seemed different from before. He knew by now where all the visible doors went to.
Pulling from the wooden alchemy table, the two teens watched as Thunderhawk made his way to the center of his room where an intricately woven quilt was sprawled out across the floor. Grabbing up the quilt, he moved it off to the side to show the two a hidden latch underneath it. “I keep this private, so I have a means to escape from my servants pestering me when I want to get some studying and or practice in.” Grabbing onto the circular, iron handle, Thunderhawk pulled open the latch and carefully steadied the door before gesturing the two over. “So, congratulations—you two are the only others to know it is here.”
Hopping up eagerly, Sara-Li made it over towards the uncovered door to see the wooden floorboards just down the ladder that were slightly covered in bits of straw. Her curious eyes looking at the elder, she questioned silently if it was alright to go down there already.
“Go ahead,” Thunderhawk said, gesturing down the steps with a smile.
Sara-Li made her way down into the secret training room the elder had while being followed by Troy and then Thunderhawk. She noticed there wasn’t much space, but it did have a small wooden desk, a few shelves, and the training dummies he mentioned earlier. “Do you ever sleep down here?” Troy asked, as he noticed a cot off to the side near the desk not far from the ladder.
“Sometimes,” said Thunderhawk before moving the two children towards the training dummies. “Now, Sara-Li—when it comes to your healing magic, it’s mostly comprised of light, so your attack will be light based. I am sure for a destructive spell we can use a light bolt of some sort.”
“H-How do I do that?” Sara-Li never liked the idea of using destructive magic. Seeing mages uses it from the sidelines always made her periwinkle fur stand on end in worry something could go wrong.
Thunderhawk bent down slightly behind Sara with his hands upon her shoulders. “Just breathe in slowly and relax,” he instructed. “Casting a destructive spell is the same as your healing spells except you change the layout of the formula, obviously.” Taking her hands, he positioned them just before her body before working on straightening her posture. “Alright, now, focus on the dummy ahead of you, and think on forming your healing light into a destructive force at the figure ahead of you.”
Troy watched from behind as Thunderhawk taught Sara-Li. However, the more he watched, the more he could feel something boiling up within him. It almost felt like a territorial anger of some sort when he saw the elder’s hands move about on Sara-Li’s body to direct her form. And the other was…arousal? Troy tucked his tail at the idea that Krine was probably right—that there was a hidden desire within him to bed with the fair Sara-Li, but he did his best to shake it off.
Doing as instructed, Sara-Li did her best to try and reformat the formula within her mind to force her magic to do something harmful instead of helpful. She found her body jerking backwards when she released the attack on the training dummy. Thunderhawk caught her as he watched the spell land a small mark upon the wooden torso. “Not bad, Sara-Li,” he praised with a smile. “We still have a ways to go, but not bad for a first try.” Turning his attention to Troy, he called for the young boy to notice his mind appeared to be elsewhere for a moment. “Troy—Troy?” he called, before finally walking over to the teen to shake him gently. “Hey, come back to us,” Thunderhawk teased lightly.
Troy almost snapped at Thunderhawk for bringing him back from his daydreaming, but he stopped himself as he was ushered forwards next. “Do you honestly think I can do this?” Troy asked with a raise of his brow.
“Not right away, no,” Thunderhawk answered honestly as he held onto Troy’s upper shoulders supportively. “However, like all talents, you need to practice on it. That’s what these test dummies are for, and this is what we’re going to work on until it’s perfect. Now, raise your left hand slightly above your head and lower your other one right about…there…beside your chest,” Thunderhawk mused as he moved Troy’s arms about. “Now, have your palms face one another—perfect. Alright, now, focus on the target dummy in front of you and try to bend your lightning spell into a circular motion to encase the target, but don’t let the spell get too close.”
Taking in a deep breath, Troy curled his fingers slightly from where they were positioned about his body to conjure up his lightning power from the tips of his fingers. The sparks started to flicker and dance across his hands before finally shooting forwards to create an electric ball around the dummy before him. Sweat beading from his brow, Troy struggled to try and keep the lightning from wanting to break free and do its own thing against his wishes. “I….can’t…!” he growled in frustration, unable to keep the spell from latching onto the target and zapping it several times before dissipating from sight.
Thunderhawk watched as Troy fell to his knees from exhaustion of trying to fight the spell. He cocked his brow in confusion as he made it over towards the young echidna to help him back to his feet. “Why are you fighting with your magic? Magic isn’t something you ‘demand’, it is something that comes naturally and just flows through you.”
“I am not fighting it!” Troy grumbled, jerking his arm away from Thunderhawk irritably. He sighed out his frustrations while his fingers traveled through his wild, white hair. “Magic may come easy to some people, but it never did come easy for me.”
“Magic never comes easy for anybody, Troy,” said Thunderhawk, his arms crossing over his chest to show his disapproval in the statement. “If anything, I find it amazing you discovered yours at such a young age without any help.”
“It was because of the tomes at our village’s library that caused me to learn at a young age,” Troy admitted, trying to relax his body as he desired to try again.
Thunderhawk noticed the stance that the young pupil was taking, prompting him to reach over and quickly lower Troy’s hands. “Troy, I don’t think you should go again so soon. You need to sit down since you put so much energy into that shield.”
Troy was about to fight the elder for the right to try a second time, but his eyes drifted over towards Sara-Li who looked nervous about the idea of him attempting to do so. Seeing her so concerned made the anger subside, and he stepped off to the side with a small huff. “Fine…”
Knowing that Troy had to be back in the kitchen to help prepare dinner in a few hours, Thunderhawk gestured back towards the ladder. “We’ll continue to work on both abilities some other time, as it takes a lot of energy and focus to try and rework your mind to manipulate a spell into something completely different. Let’s head back upstairs for a moment, so I can hand you both a book, which may help the both of you.”
Upon making it back up to his bedroom, Thunderhawk found the appropriate spell books to give over to Troy and Sara-Li. “Thank you, Lord Thunderhawk,” Sara-Li praised softly as she held the book close to her chest. “I should grab some dinner for my family and head back home.”
Thunderhawk smiled down at the young healer. “You’re welcome, Sara-Li.” Waving goodbye to her as she hurried to the bedroom door, the lilac echidna noticed Troy was watching Sara-Li leave rather closely. “Distracted, are we?” he said teasingly.
Troy turned quickly to the elder to realize what it was he was hinting at. Baring his teeth with a jerk of his body as if physically harmed by Thunderhawk’s comment, the winter echidna growled lowly. “It’s nothing!” he exclaimed defensively.
Thunderhawk smirked with a roll of his eyes at Troy trying to defend his actions. “Is that why you’re having a hard time concentrating lately?” Seeing the young boy try to look away, he realized that Troy was trying to understand and go through puberty without the help of someone. His palms resting firmly on the alchemy table behind him, Thunderhawk titled his head curiously. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He noticed that Thunderhawk was acting less playful and more serious about the matter at hand all of a sudden. “What do you mean?”
“I just happen to notice you eyeing Sara-Li, and I was curious if you wanted to talk about it or not,” explained the guardian. Thunderhawk spotted the blush rather easily on the muzzle of Troy, making him chuckle to himself. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. What you’re going through is perfectly normal.”
Troy looked at Thunderhawk with a curious, uncertain gaze. “Are you sure you want to hear me talk about that sort of thing…?”
Thunderhawk didn’t want to point out that Troy had nobody else to go to. While he could go to Ivan, he inwardly shuttered at the ‘to the point’ advice the bear would give the poor kid. “Why not? We’re all men here—that is, if you feel comfortable doing so.”
The young echidna knew that he could try to talk to Ivan and or Krine about his situation, but the thought of that made his skin crawl and his stomach tighten in uneasiness. Troy sighed, unsure of where to even begin with how awkward he had been feeling lately. “She smells funny,” he randomly blurted out.
His wrinkled brow wrinkled further at Troy’s comment as he crossed his leg over the other upon sitting back on the table behind him. “‘Smells funny’?” he asked.
“Yeah, she smells like…” Troy struggled to look for the appropriate word. “It’s like… whatever it is, it smells like it’s driving me to her. How can you not smell it?”
“That’s probably her mating scent she’s putting out,” Thunderhawk commented as though it were nothing to him. “Girls usually hit their heat cycle about 11 or so years, and that is what is causing that smell. The reason I don’t notice it is because I am not focused on her as a mate. If I was, that would be a different story.” He tilted his head slightly in wonder of how to phrase his next question, as he knew it would be an uncomfortable one. “Given the even worse flair of emotions, I’d say you’re enduring your body changing as well. Have you….attempted to mate with anybody?”
The question was unbearable to be asked, and it made the muzzle of Troy to blush a dark red. Even if getting married and making love with someone about that age wasn’t unheard of in Skyrim, it was still embarrassing to be asked. “N-No!” he shouted, his thick fur spiking up in anger.
Thunderhawk tried to hide his grin. “Have you tried talking to Sara-Li about how you feel?”
“No,” Troy admitted, rubbing the back of his head, wishing he could find a way to escape the conversation. “Every time I try to talk to her at all, it comes out wrong, and she gets mad at me.”
“Well,” began the elder, “it usually is difficult to talk to the opposite sex no matter what your age is.” Leaning forwards on his thighs a bit, he smiled at Troy. “Anyways, if you ever need to talk about, I can do my best to offer advice.”
Troy wasn’t sure what to say to that. It was nice of Thunderhawk, sure, but he inwardly always wanted to be mad at him for trying to be helpful. “Th-Thanks,” he whispered before finally taking the book Thunderhawk had given him and hurrying towards the door.
Upon making it back into the comforts of his bedroom, Troy was relieved Krine wasn’t there and was off doing who knows what. However, the whole conversation with the guardian was driving him crazy and making it impossible for him to concentrate. The whole time he spent staring at Sara-Li, he could feel an eager sensation in his loins. Biting at his thumbnail, he rested the book off to the side as he thought once again about Sara-Li—how she stood there and Thunderhawk was allowed to run his hands all over her in the means of teaching.
Feeling his thighs tense, Troy looked about the room to remind himself he was alone. Untying the purple sash from about his body, he lowered his black, baggy pants to expose his maroon, furred sheath where his sensitive organ hid. The thought of exploring himself had struck now and again, but Troy resisted the idea since he shared his room with somebody else. Moving one of his hands to the underside of his sheath, he gently massaged the area with his thumb and index finger to tease the hidden flesh a bit more to the surface. Rolling his head back slightly, he started to breathe heavily at his index and thumb finger squeezing and rubbing the area.
Closing his eyes to relax his body further, the teenage boy focused on the sight of Sara-Li while doing his best to remove Thunderhawk from the previous image that was in his mind. While there were a few other mages about the college around his age, Sara-Li was the one female he had grown up closely with and felt a different sort of connection with. While the whole fantasy felt more ‘lust’ than love driven, Troy ignored the notion as he ran his palm over the exposed, hardened erection as it became fully erect at the thought of Sara-Li standing there before him wearing nothing at that moment.
His toes curled as he imagined her body on top of his, the fantasy coaxing him onwards as he began to stroke the sensitive, swollen organ harder and a bit faster. The fires of ecstasy biting at his core, Troy hadn’t realized he was starting to sweat a bit from the vigorous stroking and the building climax. His breathing becoming heavier and quicker, Troy ignored the feel of the pre-cum dribble down from the slit of his erection as the fantasy hit an all time high at the idea of Sara-Li backing into his cock with her womanhood.
Hissing from the indescribable pleasure that gripped him as he squeezed himself tightly with his palm while jerking upwards to try and recreate the fantasized tightness of Sara’s wet and warm walls, Troy arched his back and the warm, milky white release shot forth to soil the fur on his stomach before it got weaker and started to mark down to his lower abdomen and then mar his sheath and fingers. Opening his eyes slowly, the teenager struggled to catch his breath for a second before gazing down at his fingers, which were covered in his release. “Shit…!” he grumbled, attempting to wipe it off on his blanket before working on cleaning off the rest of the sticky mess.
With his erection spent, Troy merely started absentmindedly stroking it until realizing he wasn’t used to the sensation and needed to just let it slope off. Grabbing onto his black pants, he pulled them back on before tying the sash back into place. He wanted to have the courage to have some woman in his bed, but the mere thought of trying to approach and court someone made a rather nauseous feeling rise up in his stomach. Sighing out the uneasiness, Troy opened back up the spell book Thunderhawk wanted him to study to continue in doing so if he was able.
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Sara-Li was determined to get the light blast to work, even if it meant waking up earlier than usual and training outside in the bitter cold to do so. Thunderhawk had noticed her doing so from his bedroom window, making him hurry down to her one early morning in the winter. “Sara-Li…!” he called, jogging through the snow towards her. “What in Skyrim are you doing out here at this hour!”
Turning her focus from the target in the courtyard, Sara-Li brought her hooded cape tighter about her body. “Don’t worry about me, Lord Thunderhawk. As long as I think on my spells, I don’t mind the cold.”
“By the Goddess, child, you are not a winter echidna!” Thunderhawk reminded her as he gently touched her jaw line with his fingertips to get her to look at him. “You need to get back inside. The winters get worse around this year, and your fur isn’t thick enough for this sort of weather.”
Holding onto his wrists, she looked up at him pleadingly. “I can do this, my Lord…! Please, just let me focus on it.”
His nasally sigh visible upon the cold air, Thunderhawk knew there was no fighting with her. “Alright,” he said, gesturing towards the practice target. “But, I am going to stand here and make sure you’re alright in the process.”
Sara-Li continued to work on the spell best she could in front of Thunderhawk. If anything, the stress of the spell was making her sweat, and she had indeed forgotten all about the cold around her. Upon the fifteenth try, Sara-Li sighed out in defeat. “Why is this so hard?” she asked, looking at the guardian.
Thunderhawk reached for Sara’s shoulder to hold it tenderly. “Taking a spell you’re familiar with and changing it into something completely different isn’t an easy task, Sara-Li.” He smiled at her sweetly. “You will get this. Don’t give up.”
Blushing at his words, Sara-Li was about to respond but stopped when she heard the harsh sound of horse hooves beating into the ground. The gate flying open, two men arrived at Winterhold College, parading around with the coloration and symbol of Dawnstar. Thunderhawk pulled his focus from Sara to the guards and instantly he felt his knees become weak at their urgent behavior.
“Lord Thunderhawk! We have urgent news from Dawnstar!” the silver male wolf exclaimed as he tugged on the reins of his horse to steady it. “It’s Queen Janelle-Li! She’s—there’s been an accident!”
Hearing that, Thunderhawk thought for sure his heart had stopped beating. “It-Is she alright…!” he exclaimed, moving closer to the guards. Neither of the guards answered. Thunderhawk witnessed as they merely looked at one another. “What happened to my daughter!”
“We need you to come to Dawnstar right away, sire!” the other guard urged. “Please…! We will watch over Winterhold in your absence.”
Thunderhawk whistled loudly for Silverstar. The heavy horse galloping towards him, the elder gripped onto the horse’s mane to heft himself up on the back of the steed. “Sara-Li, I want you back with your parents, right now!” he demanded firmly between his teeth before looking at the guards. “Everything better be as I have left it, or I will have both your hides!” Thunderhawk threatened before nudging Silverstar’s sides to make him take off quickly out of the college and towards Dawnstar without hesitation.
Anywho, masturbation scene further down in the chapter. Be warned. :3
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The years that continued seemed to be the same for Troy. He would wake up early to prepare the meal for the royal court and those willing to attend for such. Afterwards, he would head to Lord Thunderhawk’s room to learn more about casting with Sara-Li before heading back to the kitchen to help Ivan with dinner. Opening his icy-blue eyes to that same, dreary room, Troy moved over upon his old cot and stretched with a yawn at the new day that was to greet him upon his fifteenth year. The rumbling sound of Krine (his roommate) snoring, however, was enough to make the young mage cock his brow with a playful huff at the winter rabbit.
Taking his nearby pillow, Troy chucked it at the rabbit to cause the white and brown spotted anthro to stop with the relentless, loud snoring. Moving his droopy ears from his face, Krine drifted one slightly towards the small laughter of the echidna before his green eyes landed upon him curiously. “Yeah, laugh it up,” the rabbit mumbled before stretching with a spread of his toes and a curling of his fingers.
“We both won’t be laughing if Ivan gets a hand on us,” Troy commented as he removed the dirty blanket from his body to get to his padded feet with a small grunt at having to rest on that hard, stone floor.
Crossing one leg over the other, Krine almost looked content to just go right back to sleep. “If anything, I am just glad I don’t have to wake up to your voice cracking anymore. I was sick of hearing that frog playing around with your vocal strings,” the rabbit teased, only to be rewarded with another pillow smacking the side of his head.
“Everyone matures,” Troy huffed, not finding the comment funny at all as he scooped back up his pillow. “I am sure your voice was squeaker than mine, you insufferable—.”
“‘Insufferable’?R 21; Krine interrupted with a chuckle. “Wow, who has been teaching you these new words?”
Before Troy could respond, the loud banging on their door was enough to startle them both. “Troy! Krine!” Ivan bellowed angrily. “Do I have to get in there and drag you both out by your tails! Get down to the kitchen already, dammit!”
Krine easily fell out of his bed after that moment, scrambling to grab up his clothes, in the process. “C-Coming!” he stammered, nearly tripping over his pants, as he attempted to put them on.
Troy ran his fingers through his wild, messy white hair to try and set it better as he too ran for his clean clothes. Upon getting dressed and decent, he hurried to the kitchen with Krine right behind him. His hands upon his apron, Troy hastily wrapped it around himself though fumbled with the knot a bit with how nervous he was that Ivan might smack him for sleeping in. With his fingers continuing to twist and turn in failure at it, a delicate touch gently graced his hands to stop him from continuing and helped with tying his apron in place.
“There,” said Sara-Li’s voice sweetly from behind Troy. Upon the young teen turning around, she smiled at him innocently. “I thought a cook was supposed to be good with his hands?” she giggled with her tongue sticking out from her muzzle teasingly.
“What are you doing here?” Troy asked, sounding more irritated than anything. While he didn’t mind Sara-Li, he sometimes found her to be that annoying younger sister that always hung by his side.
Sara-Li narrowed her eyes with a twist of her mouth. “Apparently being helpful. I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath for a ‘thank you’ as you’re always good at that.” She turned on her heels to grab up the sack of food Ivan had prepared for her earlier before he had stormed off to get Troy and Krine to wake up. “Even when I would heal you after you’d try practicing your magic ahead of Lord Thunderhawk’s lessons.”
Moving his maroon furred fingers through his hair, he expressed a nasally sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that, I—it’s early, okay?”
“You never are a morning person,” Sara-Li didn’t mind pointing out as she checked the food items in the bag to see what Ivan had given her. “Always so grumpy,” she seemed to muse, “and nothing but a jerk at times.”
Troy rolled his icy-blue eyes and said nothing in return for the time being. He knew it would merely result in a fight, and he didn’t want it to escalate into anything other than a small spat. “What are you doing up so early? Trying to continue being ‘teacher’s pet’?” The young lightning mage knew that at times Sara-Li would get up early to try and fetch food for her family before taking her studying material to the library to catch up on a few things before Thunderhawk was ready for lessons.
Sara-Li shot an unimpressed, irritable look at Troy. “Why should what I do bother you? I am trying to help my brother out of anybody when it comes to me learning to be a healer.” She narrowed her violet eyes. “I at least have a reason to do my magic. What is yours?”
It seemed no matter how Troy tried to speak to Sara-Li it always resorted in his words coming out wrong.
“I merely came here to grab some food for my family, and then I was going to worry about studying in the library afterwards before the magic lessons.” Sighing, she tied the knapsack tightly to keep the food from spilling anywhere before placing it over her shoulder cautiously. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—.”
Troy watched as Sara-Li headed out of the kitchen at that moment, prompting his body to finally relax with an irritable huff. “Why is it so hard to talk to her?” he mostly muttered to himself, but Krine couldn’t help but overhear him.
Krine scoffed as he began chopping the onions, though at a rather slow pace as he was still trying to wake up. “It’s your way of flirting, probably,” he smirked, his ear twitching to Troy’s grumbled words slightly after his comment. “It’s true, my friend. You’re at that age where you’re trying to defend yourself against the idea of finding a young woman like Sara-Li attractive.”
“I didn’t ask you, Krine,” Troy pointed out with a narrowing of his icy-blue eyes.
“Krine! Troy!” Ivan’s voice bellowed from the front of the kitchen. “Stop talking, and get to work, before I flog both your backsides!”
Without another word on the matter, Troy scurried to grab his own cutting board and knife before getting the lettuce he was supposed to be working on as he usually did every morning. Krine buried his nose back into the onions, chopping at them a bit quicker, not wishing to rouse the bear’s anger further.
As the day continued, Thunderhawk found himself mostly consumed with his paperwork regarding the tax increase, new law ideas from the council, and even new letters from his daughter and other relatives. His quill shook back and forth vigorously as he tried to keep up with the piles of paper and not get overwhelmed. “I don’t want to have to increase the taxes,” he mumbled to himself, tapping the feathered tip of the quill against his muzzle in thought. “However, I need more money to continue repairs on Winterhold…” Thunderhawk rolled his fingers through his wild bangs, tapping the pen lightly upon the parchment, which was to hold his response.
The sound of someone knocking upon his door snapped the elder from his train of thought briefly. His blue eyes meeting the double doors across the room, he called out to whoever it was. “You may enter.”
Sara-Li pushed open the door slowly as she could always tell when something was weighing heavily on the leader’s mind as of late. “Thunderhawk?” she called curiously. “Is it alright if I come in early…?”
Seeing the young Sara-Li standing there, the guardian smiled at her best he could through his concerned expression. “Of course, Sara-Li,” Thunderhawk insisted, gesturing to the chair across the room near his alchemy table. “Just have a seat. I’ll be with you shortly.”
Moving to the alchemy table, Sara-Li occasionally glanced over at the guardian as she carefully placed her belongings on the empty table. “Are you okay? You sound really worried about something.”
“It’s just the same old stuff, Sara-Li,” Thunderhawk insisted, as he finished with his signature on the tax increase letter before putting his seal on the band, which he wrapped around the folded up parchment. “Ever since part of my city fell into the waters below, it’s been hard trying to find means to get this place as active and lively as it once was. Sadly, I need the help of others to do so, and that requires higher taxes.”
Sara-Li heard that word—‘taxes’—and it made her weak kneed. “You’re not…going to overcharge my parents…are you?” When his blue eyes met her, Sara felt a bit foolish to ask such a thing, but she couldn’t help it. “The reason we left home was because the taxes were too high …I don’t want to move again.”
Thunderhawk was aware she was still very young, so she didn’t understand what was considered too high in regards to taxes or even how they worked. “Sara-Li,” he began as he headed towards her, “what was being charged back in Vvardenfell was a very high amount. The ruler of your village was taxing everyone dry from what your father told me. I try not to raise the taxes beyond a certain amount; especially, with how hard things are at the moment for my people.” Seeing the relaxed look on her face, Thunderhawk moved his hand to her cheek to caress her gently there with the back of his fingers. “I promised I would take good care of you when I met you, Sara-Li, and I intend to keep that promise.”
When the door opened this time without a knock, Thunderhawk and Sara-Li both turned to see Troy entering the room. Removing his hand from Sara’s cheek, he chuckled softly at how Troy didn’t seem to mind barging into his bedroom. “Yes, you’re welcome to join us,” he sarcastically commented though a bit of playfulness clung to his tone.
Troy removed his messy apron and placed it upon the nearby table where he always kept it before making it towards the alchemy desk with Sara-Li and Thunderhawk. “Sorry, I didn’t think I was interrupting anything.” He tried not to sound irritable about the fact, so he merely took his seat across from Sara-Li.
“Someone smells like onions and black pepper,” Thunderhawk commented with a smile as he slid on his reading glasses to read the text of the book that he had pulled from his small library to try and remember where they last left off. “I am to guess you’re working on a vegetable or tomato soup of some sort?”
“Well, a vegetable soup is prepared and ready for dinner tonight,” Troy commented, opening his book as well to the right page. “You’ll know that if you bother to show up for dinner tonight.” He knew that Thunderhawk rarely ate with his court (at least from what he noticed upon arriving). At times, he couldn’t help but feel annoyed by it as he wanted Thunderhawk to taste his food at least once in front of him.
Hearing the slight pain in his voice, Thunderhawk looked over the rim of his glasses at Troy before smiling at his words. “I promise I will show up tonight. Now, let’s focus on our studies.” Picking up the tome in his hands, he refreshed his old memory. “Alright, so both of you have gotten the foundation down of attempting and holding onto your beginner spells, but, I would like to try something different.” Putting the book down on the table, he looked between the two. “Sara-Li, I want you to try and learn how to do a destructive spell while, Troy, I want you to learn how to do a supportive spell.”
“Wh-What!” both of them exclaimed at once, unable to believe their spells could do anything of the sort.
Thunderhawk raised his hand to silence the two. “You both may think it impossible, but each spell has an ability to change from being helpful to hurtful, just as any destructive spell can turn from something deadly to supportive.” Opening his hand, he showed off his fire spell lingering there in his right palm before showing off his icy flame in the other. “While I mostly use my flame magic to attack others, that’s not all it is good for. With my fire, I can create a protective wall of flame to deter a majority of attacks. I can even make an ice barrier to cast upon myself and or others to have them absorb certain spells or incoming damage.”
“But…I’ve never heard of healers using spells to defend themselves in an attacking way,” Sara-Li commented, her hands bunched up upon her book’s pages. “I thought they always brought bows and arrows with them or swords or something.”
“Most cases, they do, as it is wise to do so in an unforgiving place like Skyrim,” Thunderhawk answered. “But what if those were taken away from you and all you had was your magic?” Seeing her confused face, he chortled. “As a caster of any kind, you need to learn to improvise, so you do not find yourself trapped and out of options.” Looking to Troy, he raised a bushy brow to him as well. “And you—you won’t always have support with you, so you need to learn to tap into defensive spells when possible.”
“What in the hell can lightning magic really do beyond destroy things?” Troy asked, raising his brow back at Thunderhawk, as he felt it was impossible to do such a thing with lightning magic in terms of defensive spells.
“It can create a defensive barrier like all destructive magic can,” said the elder as he moved the spell book he was reading in front of Troy to show him. “Yours will require more concentration, however, as lightning barriers are closer to the body of the person it is given to. If you make one mistake in your casting, it could cause horrible damage to whoever you cast the barrier on.”
“So…who is going to be the person I test this on?” Troy asked.
Upon seeing Troy’s icy-blue eyes venture over to her, Sara-Li raised her hands defensively. “Don’t look at me!”
Thunderhawk laughed softly with a shake of his head. “I have some practice dummies you can practice the spell on, Troy.”
“Are you talking about the ones outside?” asked Sara-Li.
Thunderhawk groped his brown beard as he winked down at the young healer. “There are those, but I do have my own down in my training room. I’d rather not have the two of you stand outside in the bitter cold practicing your magic. I know your fur is thick, Troy, and you can handle it, but Sara-Li can’t do it for extended periods.”
“Where is this training room of yours?” Troy asked, looking about the room to notice that nothing seemed different from before. He knew by now where all the visible doors went to.
Pulling from the wooden alchemy table, the two teens watched as Thunderhawk made his way to the center of his room where an intricately woven quilt was sprawled out across the floor. Grabbing up the quilt, he moved it off to the side to show the two a hidden latch underneath it. “I keep this private, so I have a means to escape from my servants pestering me when I want to get some studying and or practice in.” Grabbing onto the circular, iron handle, Thunderhawk pulled open the latch and carefully steadied the door before gesturing the two over. “So, congratulations—you two are the only others to know it is here.”
Hopping up eagerly, Sara-Li made it over towards the uncovered door to see the wooden floorboards just down the ladder that were slightly covered in bits of straw. Her curious eyes looking at the elder, she questioned silently if it was alright to go down there already.
“Go ahead,” Thunderhawk said, gesturing down the steps with a smile.
Sara-Li made her way down into the secret training room the elder had while being followed by Troy and then Thunderhawk. She noticed there wasn’t much space, but it did have a small wooden desk, a few shelves, and the training dummies he mentioned earlier. “Do you ever sleep down here?” Troy asked, as he noticed a cot off to the side near the desk not far from the ladder.
“Sometimes,” said Thunderhawk before moving the two children towards the training dummies. “Now, Sara-Li—when it comes to your healing magic, it’s mostly comprised of light, so your attack will be light based. I am sure for a destructive spell we can use a light bolt of some sort.”
“H-How do I do that?” Sara-Li never liked the idea of using destructive magic. Seeing mages uses it from the sidelines always made her periwinkle fur stand on end in worry something could go wrong.
Thunderhawk bent down slightly behind Sara with his hands upon her shoulders. “Just breathe in slowly and relax,” he instructed. “Casting a destructive spell is the same as your healing spells except you change the layout of the formula, obviously.” Taking her hands, he positioned them just before her body before working on straightening her posture. “Alright, now, focus on the dummy ahead of you, and think on forming your healing light into a destructive force at the figure ahead of you.”
Troy watched from behind as Thunderhawk taught Sara-Li. However, the more he watched, the more he could feel something boiling up within him. It almost felt like a territorial anger of some sort when he saw the elder’s hands move about on Sara-Li’s body to direct her form. And the other was…arousal? Troy tucked his tail at the idea that Krine was probably right—that there was a hidden desire within him to bed with the fair Sara-Li, but he did his best to shake it off.
Doing as instructed, Sara-Li did her best to try and reformat the formula within her mind to force her magic to do something harmful instead of helpful. She found her body jerking backwards when she released the attack on the training dummy. Thunderhawk caught her as he watched the spell land a small mark upon the wooden torso. “Not bad, Sara-Li,” he praised with a smile. “We still have a ways to go, but not bad for a first try.” Turning his attention to Troy, he called for the young boy to notice his mind appeared to be elsewhere for a moment. “Troy—Troy?” he called, before finally walking over to the teen to shake him gently. “Hey, come back to us,” Thunderhawk teased lightly.
Troy almost snapped at Thunderhawk for bringing him back from his daydreaming, but he stopped himself as he was ushered forwards next. “Do you honestly think I can do this?” Troy asked with a raise of his brow.
“Not right away, no,” Thunderhawk answered honestly as he held onto Troy’s upper shoulders supportively. “However, like all talents, you need to practice on it. That’s what these test dummies are for, and this is what we’re going to work on until it’s perfect. Now, raise your left hand slightly above your head and lower your other one right about…there…beside your chest,” Thunderhawk mused as he moved Troy’s arms about. “Now, have your palms face one another—perfect. Alright, now, focus on the target dummy in front of you and try to bend your lightning spell into a circular motion to encase the target, but don’t let the spell get too close.”
Taking in a deep breath, Troy curled his fingers slightly from where they were positioned about his body to conjure up his lightning power from the tips of his fingers. The sparks started to flicker and dance across his hands before finally shooting forwards to create an electric ball around the dummy before him. Sweat beading from his brow, Troy struggled to try and keep the lightning from wanting to break free and do its own thing against his wishes. “I….can’t…!” he growled in frustration, unable to keep the spell from latching onto the target and zapping it several times before dissipating from sight.
Thunderhawk watched as Troy fell to his knees from exhaustion of trying to fight the spell. He cocked his brow in confusion as he made it over towards the young echidna to help him back to his feet. “Why are you fighting with your magic? Magic isn’t something you ‘demand’, it is something that comes naturally and just flows through you.”
“I am not fighting it!” Troy grumbled, jerking his arm away from Thunderhawk irritably. He sighed out his frustrations while his fingers traveled through his wild, white hair. “Magic may come easy to some people, but it never did come easy for me.”
“Magic never comes easy for anybody, Troy,” said Thunderhawk, his arms crossing over his chest to show his disapproval in the statement. “If anything, I find it amazing you discovered yours at such a young age without any help.”
“It was because of the tomes at our village’s library that caused me to learn at a young age,” Troy admitted, trying to relax his body as he desired to try again.
Thunderhawk noticed the stance that the young pupil was taking, prompting him to reach over and quickly lower Troy’s hands. “Troy, I don’t think you should go again so soon. You need to sit down since you put so much energy into that shield.”
Troy was about to fight the elder for the right to try a second time, but his eyes drifted over towards Sara-Li who looked nervous about the idea of him attempting to do so. Seeing her so concerned made the anger subside, and he stepped off to the side with a small huff. “Fine…”
Knowing that Troy had to be back in the kitchen to help prepare dinner in a few hours, Thunderhawk gestured back towards the ladder. “We’ll continue to work on both abilities some other time, as it takes a lot of energy and focus to try and rework your mind to manipulate a spell into something completely different. Let’s head back upstairs for a moment, so I can hand you both a book, which may help the both of you.”
Upon making it back up to his bedroom, Thunderhawk found the appropriate spell books to give over to Troy and Sara-Li. “Thank you, Lord Thunderhawk,” Sara-Li praised softly as she held the book close to her chest. “I should grab some dinner for my family and head back home.”
Thunderhawk smiled down at the young healer. “You’re welcome, Sara-Li.” Waving goodbye to her as she hurried to the bedroom door, the lilac echidna noticed Troy was watching Sara-Li leave rather closely. “Distracted, are we?” he said teasingly.
Troy turned quickly to the elder to realize what it was he was hinting at. Baring his teeth with a jerk of his body as if physically harmed by Thunderhawk’s comment, the winter echidna growled lowly. “It’s nothing!” he exclaimed defensively.
Thunderhawk smirked with a roll of his eyes at Troy trying to defend his actions. “Is that why you’re having a hard time concentrating lately?” Seeing the young boy try to look away, he realized that Troy was trying to understand and go through puberty without the help of someone. His palms resting firmly on the alchemy table behind him, Thunderhawk titled his head curiously. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He noticed that Thunderhawk was acting less playful and more serious about the matter at hand all of a sudden. “What do you mean?”
“I just happen to notice you eyeing Sara-Li, and I was curious if you wanted to talk about it or not,” explained the guardian. Thunderhawk spotted the blush rather easily on the muzzle of Troy, making him chuckle to himself. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. What you’re going through is perfectly normal.”
Troy looked at Thunderhawk with a curious, uncertain gaze. “Are you sure you want to hear me talk about that sort of thing…?”
Thunderhawk didn’t want to point out that Troy had nobody else to go to. While he could go to Ivan, he inwardly shuttered at the ‘to the point’ advice the bear would give the poor kid. “Why not? We’re all men here—that is, if you feel comfortable doing so.”
The young echidna knew that he could try to talk to Ivan and or Krine about his situation, but the thought of that made his skin crawl and his stomach tighten in uneasiness. Troy sighed, unsure of where to even begin with how awkward he had been feeling lately. “She smells funny,” he randomly blurted out.
His wrinkled brow wrinkled further at Troy’s comment as he crossed his leg over the other upon sitting back on the table behind him. “‘Smells funny’?” he asked.
“Yeah, she smells like…” Troy struggled to look for the appropriate word. “It’s like… whatever it is, it smells like it’s driving me to her. How can you not smell it?”
“That’s probably her mating scent she’s putting out,” Thunderhawk commented as though it were nothing to him. “Girls usually hit their heat cycle about 11 or so years, and that is what is causing that smell. The reason I don’t notice it is because I am not focused on her as a mate. If I was, that would be a different story.” He tilted his head slightly in wonder of how to phrase his next question, as he knew it would be an uncomfortable one. “Given the even worse flair of emotions, I’d say you’re enduring your body changing as well. Have you….attempted to mate with anybody?”
The question was unbearable to be asked, and it made the muzzle of Troy to blush a dark red. Even if getting married and making love with someone about that age wasn’t unheard of in Skyrim, it was still embarrassing to be asked. “N-No!” he shouted, his thick fur spiking up in anger.
Thunderhawk tried to hide his grin. “Have you tried talking to Sara-Li about how you feel?”
“No,” Troy admitted, rubbing the back of his head, wishing he could find a way to escape the conversation. “Every time I try to talk to her at all, it comes out wrong, and she gets mad at me.”
“Well,” began the elder, “it usually is difficult to talk to the opposite sex no matter what your age is.” Leaning forwards on his thighs a bit, he smiled at Troy. “Anyways, if you ever need to talk about, I can do my best to offer advice.”
Troy wasn’t sure what to say to that. It was nice of Thunderhawk, sure, but he inwardly always wanted to be mad at him for trying to be helpful. “Th-Thanks,” he whispered before finally taking the book Thunderhawk had given him and hurrying towards the door.
Upon making it back into the comforts of his bedroom, Troy was relieved Krine wasn’t there and was off doing who knows what. However, the whole conversation with the guardian was driving him crazy and making it impossible for him to concentrate. The whole time he spent staring at Sara-Li, he could feel an eager sensation in his loins. Biting at his thumbnail, he rested the book off to the side as he thought once again about Sara-Li—how she stood there and Thunderhawk was allowed to run his hands all over her in the means of teaching.
Feeling his thighs tense, Troy looked about the room to remind himself he was alone. Untying the purple sash from about his body, he lowered his black, baggy pants to expose his maroon, furred sheath where his sensitive organ hid. The thought of exploring himself had struck now and again, but Troy resisted the idea since he shared his room with somebody else. Moving one of his hands to the underside of his sheath, he gently massaged the area with his thumb and index finger to tease the hidden flesh a bit more to the surface. Rolling his head back slightly, he started to breathe heavily at his index and thumb finger squeezing and rubbing the area.
Closing his eyes to relax his body further, the teenage boy focused on the sight of Sara-Li while doing his best to remove Thunderhawk from the previous image that was in his mind. While there were a few other mages about the college around his age, Sara-Li was the one female he had grown up closely with and felt a different sort of connection with. While the whole fantasy felt more ‘lust’ than love driven, Troy ignored the notion as he ran his palm over the exposed, hardened erection as it became fully erect at the thought of Sara-Li standing there before him wearing nothing at that moment.
His toes curled as he imagined her body on top of his, the fantasy coaxing him onwards as he began to stroke the sensitive, swollen organ harder and a bit faster. The fires of ecstasy biting at his core, Troy hadn’t realized he was starting to sweat a bit from the vigorous stroking and the building climax. His breathing becoming heavier and quicker, Troy ignored the feel of the pre-cum dribble down from the slit of his erection as the fantasy hit an all time high at the idea of Sara-Li backing into his cock with her womanhood.
Hissing from the indescribable pleasure that gripped him as he squeezed himself tightly with his palm while jerking upwards to try and recreate the fantasized tightness of Sara’s wet and warm walls, Troy arched his back and the warm, milky white release shot forth to soil the fur on his stomach before it got weaker and started to mark down to his lower abdomen and then mar his sheath and fingers. Opening his eyes slowly, the teenager struggled to catch his breath for a second before gazing down at his fingers, which were covered in his release. “Shit…!” he grumbled, attempting to wipe it off on his blanket before working on cleaning off the rest of the sticky mess.
With his erection spent, Troy merely started absentmindedly stroking it until realizing he wasn’t used to the sensation and needed to just let it slope off. Grabbing onto his black pants, he pulled them back on before tying the sash back into place. He wanted to have the courage to have some woman in his bed, but the mere thought of trying to approach and court someone made a rather nauseous feeling rise up in his stomach. Sighing out the uneasiness, Troy opened back up the spell book Thunderhawk wanted him to study to continue in doing so if he was able.
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Sara-Li was determined to get the light blast to work, even if it meant waking up earlier than usual and training outside in the bitter cold to do so. Thunderhawk had noticed her doing so from his bedroom window, making him hurry down to her one early morning in the winter. “Sara-Li…!” he called, jogging through the snow towards her. “What in Skyrim are you doing out here at this hour!”
Turning her focus from the target in the courtyard, Sara-Li brought her hooded cape tighter about her body. “Don’t worry about me, Lord Thunderhawk. As long as I think on my spells, I don’t mind the cold.”
“By the Goddess, child, you are not a winter echidna!” Thunderhawk reminded her as he gently touched her jaw line with his fingertips to get her to look at him. “You need to get back inside. The winters get worse around this year, and your fur isn’t thick enough for this sort of weather.”
Holding onto his wrists, she looked up at him pleadingly. “I can do this, my Lord…! Please, just let me focus on it.”
His nasally sigh visible upon the cold air, Thunderhawk knew there was no fighting with her. “Alright,” he said, gesturing towards the practice target. “But, I am going to stand here and make sure you’re alright in the process.”
Sara-Li continued to work on the spell best she could in front of Thunderhawk. If anything, the stress of the spell was making her sweat, and she had indeed forgotten all about the cold around her. Upon the fifteenth try, Sara-Li sighed out in defeat. “Why is this so hard?” she asked, looking at the guardian.
Thunderhawk reached for Sara’s shoulder to hold it tenderly. “Taking a spell you’re familiar with and changing it into something completely different isn’t an easy task, Sara-Li.” He smiled at her sweetly. “You will get this. Don’t give up.”
Blushing at his words, Sara-Li was about to respond but stopped when she heard the harsh sound of horse hooves beating into the ground. The gate flying open, two men arrived at Winterhold College, parading around with the coloration and symbol of Dawnstar. Thunderhawk pulled his focus from Sara to the guards and instantly he felt his knees become weak at their urgent behavior.
“Lord Thunderhawk! We have urgent news from Dawnstar!” the silver male wolf exclaimed as he tugged on the reins of his horse to steady it. “It’s Queen Janelle-Li! She’s—there’s been an accident!”
Hearing that, Thunderhawk thought for sure his heart had stopped beating. “It-Is she alright…!” he exclaimed, moving closer to the guards. Neither of the guards answered. Thunderhawk witnessed as they merely looked at one another. “What happened to my daughter!”
“We need you to come to Dawnstar right away, sire!” the other guard urged. “Please…! We will watch over Winterhold in your absence.”
Thunderhawk whistled loudly for Silverstar. The heavy horse galloping towards him, the elder gripped onto the horse’s mane to heft himself up on the back of the steed. “Sara-Li, I want you back with your parents, right now!” he demanded firmly between his teeth before looking at the guards. “Everything better be as I have left it, or I will have both your hides!” Thunderhawk threatened before nudging Silverstar’s sides to make him take off quickly out of the college and towards Dawnstar without hesitation.