As she began swaying he didn’t register that a faintly pattering drumbeat was seducing him at the back of his mind until he found the blood-beats suddenly leapt up loud, driving his pulse! Artfully she drew back the drapes from her tiny-waisted body and softly began singing the majic lilt of a Siren-song as her kholed eyes widened, locking his stare into hers. Then she began her dance.
Four hours later the room was sweaty and overfull of fetid body odours and rose scent as Omar Hassan and Gita entered back into it.
Hassan extended his hand to steady Shabina as she stepped up naked from the scattered cushions to join them, while she looked back longingly at Hamar’s unfathomable face as he stayed propped back on a bolster. He conceded a smile in her direction as he flung her gown to her, and, – as she looked at him as if she must never leave him – Omar and Gita stared in amazement, even awe, at the unfazed seventeen year old Majus. Shabina tore back to collapse at Hamar’s feet, grabbing his legs with a great inhaling sob and kissing them!
“She has driven men mad before! A spirit to conquer kings!” said Hassan in disbelief.
Hamar indifferently stared back at both men. They ducked their heads. And gave him a nod of defeat. Then the teachers walked Shabina away at her staggering pace, – before she then completely vapourised.
Back in the halls the big change in him was recognised by all and was fiercely resented by every female he’d by-passed, young or old. Two of the latest female novices doing sex yoga and wiccan seduction were getting good, trying out their dazzling arts on the rest, and they were talked into doing a double ambush on Hamar, every angry female hope resting on them. They were strikingly beautiful, one called Daphnea and the other called Aurelia, and it was known the old priestess had shown them spells to chant beforehand between black candles in the red chamber, then had had a trainee warlock massage them all night with perfumed women’s-blood oils in readiness to accost him in a hallway. All schools awaited the news.
Instead the two found Hamar’s male presence was too much for them even as they tried to talk, their panting all his to command as he paused and stared into them, their shaky knees dropping them to the floor!
It marked final defeat for all such triers, – and meant half the power in the place was taken out of his way! After it was known, Aktiarh stared reluctantly at a blank scroll and then inked-in Hamar’s name.
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