passionate, burning, alluring ... Black underwear perfectly "draws up" such a "little thing" as this redhead ... Beast? Nooo Witch. That's who she is. Oh, he guessed her!

So she leaned over and sent a kiss, seductively making lips a bow. Here she arched, invitingly showing his ass close-up. And this is her breast tubercles in all its glory with a hollow. But here is the last photo. The best from his point of view. The girl, in some thongs and shoes on the "hairpin" sits on her knees with her back to the lens, throwing her hair on the right side. The photo was made in black and white style and simply fascinated by its beauty and mystery.

“Hmm, well, since you are a witch, it will be interesting to you,” Demetrius said out loud. - Perhaps we need to get to know each other.

Chapter Nine.

The water in the soup bowl suddenly foamed up, began to boil and also suddenly calmed down. In the water reflection a male image appeared, in which the facial features of Dimitri, a guy from a parallel group, were guessed.

“It means someone threw an amulet to me,” Cassia peered into the face on the surface of the water surface, and leaving the plate, thought.

Did this happen by chance? Who is he, Dmitri, in general such? Does he guess who she is? And why did he, if it was not an accident, decided to help her in such a peculiar way, to say the least? Too many questions. Maybe you should meet him?

The girl again went to the mirror. What she has become beautiful. Chest, waist, hips, legs. So ... unusual. Cassia ran her fingers over the hills of her breasts from top to bottom. Returned to the already begun to harden, papillae. Mmm, how nice to touch yourself. Previously, this was not with her. Yes, before she was different at all. Not that now. Juicy, delicious.

The hand gradually moved down. There, where it became warm again. Fingers felt a strange "button", from the touch to which a wave of something incomprehensible and unexplored spread over the whole body. Eyes closed, a low moan escaped from the depths of his body. Awesome And why didn't she do it before, silly?

Chapter Ten.

The entire group, with the exception of two people, long before the start of the first couple, was already located in the audience. Came even avid truants. Today summing up the dispute between Cassia and Lisa. Nobody even discussed the past holiday of love, which was vigorously past mainly among the female part of the group.

Seven fifty eight. A sociology teacher entered the audience. Throwing a group, almost all in the collection, Viktor Viktorovich straightened his tie. Immediately entered Dimitri. The female part of the two groups unwittingly focused on a handsome man in an expensive suit, emphasizing his sporting figure. Beautiful hairstyle with a smooth, but not sleek parting, perfectly fitted jacket, ironed strict trousers, polished shoes to shine. Dimitri was now the embodiment of the male ideal.

He immediately approached the teacher, whispered something almost to the ear, and leisurely headed for his place. Viktor Viktorovich took the briefcase, and without saying a word, he left the audience. All at once shouted.

- Well, what! Dap there? And where is Cassia herself? Lizka, how much did she get?

On high heels, the very ones that were in the photo, in a blue dress with a deep neckline and a long slit that reached the waistline, with loose, slightly curled, red curls, the headman of the group “2— 875 " True devil, she literally exuded an aura of sexuality. Every movement, every gesture, spoke of luxury, of energy that overwhelmed her.

Standing in the middle of the hall in front of his own and parallel, “2–876” group, Cassius looked around at all of those present and, nodding slightly to Dimitri, turned to Elizabeth.

“Eight in the morning.” Is our bet still valid?

Angrily staring at the elder, Lisa rose from her seat. The flow has stopped waiting for something big. Lisa held the tablet in her hand.

“Well, let's see,” the girl began loudly, running her finger across the screen. - So.

On the screen there was a page of their group in the social network. New album added yesterday afternoon.

- HOW MUCH?! Damn! What's happening?

A crowd of classmates and "odnopotochnikov" rushed to Lisa. With the exception of Dimitri, smiling Cassius, who went to the mysterious guy.

- Hello. You dont mind?

Eyes met with eyes. Ice clashed with flame.

- Sit down. I booked a table in one good place ...

- As you say. Thanks for the help, - with these words the girl put the rabbit's foot in the palm of the boy.

- Trifle. She, by the way, is yours.

- What about you?

“There is still,” Dimitri pulled the exact same amulet out of his pocket. - Witch?

Cassia shuddered in surprise, but quickly pulled herself together.

- In the sixth generation. Well, what about you? Shaman?

Dimitri chuckled.

- Well, I do not. Better, - the guy took the girl by the wrist and looked into his eyes as if he wanted to look into the very essence of the girl. - I'm a witch. In the tenth generation. Heritage, so to speak.

“I was almost right,” whispered Cassius, pleading with Demetrius’s touch.

His hands, so tender, radiated pleasant coolness.

- How much did you get?

- Fifty two thousand. I am now a wealthy girl. Thanks to you.

- Well, rather us. Your condition has just grown by exactly three million one hundred fifty thousand. I do not count.

- By itself. You did not participate in the dispute.

The girl leaned closer to the guy, and whispered almost in the ear:

- Let's go to you.

The guy did not answer, just smiled, took Cassius by the hand and led him to the exit of the audience.

- How? Already? But what about classes?

- The professor will not come today, so do not worry.

Chapter Eleven.

Fear? No, it was not. Cassia wanted Dimitri to be her first man. Let it be too fast, without much familiarity with each other, but she did not want to delay a minute. It was he, the tenth generation witcher, who should do what she would not allow anyone else to do. The house where Dimitri lived was large and luxurious. The guy immediately took the girl to the bedroom, closed the curtains and locked the door. The twilight enveloped the room, smoothed the daytime paints, dissolved the young people standing opposite each other. Silence reigned, and only the frantic heart rhythm, like the midnight bells, sounded in unison from the depths of the chest. Caught in the arms of Dimitri, Cassius caught his unusual aura, which involuntarily passed on to her. She felt his passion boil inside him. As if fiery lava in the mouth of a volcano is about to burst out and burn its mind and body. He took the girl by the hand, and an inexplicable heat spread through the veins, enveloped the whole body, stirred every cell. His kisses, strokes, hugs; Cassia tried to remember every second of the magic that was happening, but a jumble of feelings, like multi-colored pictures of a kaleidoscope, replaced each other. That was the real magic, the very witchcraft of love. Here they are already lying naked on white sheets; here his hand slips along the neck, goes down below to the chest hollow, even lower. Gently and reverently, he strokes her thighs, smiles, consoled that no one had touched them before. She loses her mind, and only his kisses return her back: "Man, he's there, he's mine." Incredible emotions flooded Cassius, it seemed that every inch of her body asked for affection: "Now, rather, do not hesitate ...". But he hesitated, kissed and hesitated. Either fate was so favorable, or magic helped, but Dimitri turned out to be an ideal lover. Everything happened as it should be the first time for a girl. After getting used to his touches, the boy gently spread the hips of the girl and leaned so close that with almost every inch of skin he touched her body. A sensation familiar to Cassia arose in the abdomen, only now it was much stronger. Without having to wait any longer, the girl clasped Dimitri's hands and slightly bent in the back. It was a sign that she was ready for more, and he understood it. Slowly and carefully he entered it and froze for a moment, a sweet moan escaped from his chest. Pain? No, it is not a pain. A shroud of pleasure covered them with their heads, their bodies intertwined in a gentle dance of love. It seems, and there was not without magic.But it was no longer important. It is important - his movements, slow and fast, barely perceptible and strong. She dissolved into his arms and fell down. Carefully he picked it up and lifted it up again. Something hot grew in my chest, held my breath, muffled a moan, went down to my stomach. Like chains, this unfamiliar feeling held down the movement and squeezed the lower abdomen more and more. Cassia was suffocating from the frantic pleasure, dug her nails into the strong, hugging her shoulders. It seemed that her whole life had frozen in this moment. Dimitri pressed his whole body to the girl and slowed down the pace, he knew that the climax would happen now. Another movement, another inhale, and the chains broke, freeing Cassius's body from its chains. She arched her back and felt like hot and pulsating lava burned her inside. Opening her eyes, she whispered softly: "Delicious ...".

Chapter Twelve.

Clavius ​​lowered the hand in which he held a piece of paper. He was furious. Still would! Not every day you find out the truth about parents. Approaching the fireplace, the young man threw the letter into the fire, and turned away. Tears streamed down her face. Flames greedily picked up the helpless before the elements, paper. The letters instantly melted, phrases disappeared, burned down the entire text. Clavius ​​didn't care. And he never saw how bright little letters written with magic were flying into the chimney.

"... a son. We are ... your father ... unusual people. From generation to generation ... witch ... witcher. But for everything ... to pay ... to break this legacy ... we will disappear ... your life. I'm sorry ... if you can. So ... better for you. Enough wizards and sorcerers. Yes, if it were not for magic - we would not have found each other, and there would be no you ... live a real life ...

Your ... parents, Demetrius and Cassius Dall ... "

The young man sniffed, and returned to the table. At the bottom of the open casket for letters was another inconspicuous envelope in which there was something volumetric sealed. Of course, having found such a parental message, Clavius ​​had already forgotten about another find. A small note, an acorn, and a keychain fell out of the envelope.

“Son, just in case I leave you a rabbit's foot and an acorn. Always carry with you and good luck will definitely be on your side.

Your dad"

by Alex Almazov