The confused girl stood for a while, not knowing where to start the training. But then she called for help domestic magic and began to collect the most, in her opinion, necessary, at the same time preparing the house for the long absence of the hostess.

When Michael again appeared in the house of Divlyana, she had already finished the fees.

“So, my girl, show me what you got there,” the sorcerer ordered.

“Here,” confused Divlyana, pointed to several bags near the door.

- And this is the most necessary? - ironically stretched Michael. - Something too much.

“Well, the path is not close, Michael,” the girl tried to argue. But he already shook the contents of the bags on the floor. Divlyana offended nozzles, but did not dare to argue. As a result, the sorcerer selected a very small handful of things, saying:

- That's enough, honey. The rest will buy in the capital. Or on the road if the need arises.

“Okay,” the girl agreed, sighing. - I'm going to my mom, can I?

- Yes, I myself spend you there, my girl! - Michael promised. - Be ready for six in the morning. Visit your mother's grave and immediately go.

In the morning, Divlyana and Michael visited the cemetery. The girl cried again, and again Michael consoled her, hugging and gently kissing.

And then they got into a hired carriage and left the town of Divlyany. To never come back here.

****

For several days they drove through rather deaf areas, meeting only small villages on their way. Michael forbade the use of magic, ostensibly to ensure that her power was not wasted before arriving in the capital. Divlyana, who had never left her town before, did not attach importance to the ban and was happy about everything with childlike immediacy. She looked with delight at the landscapes sailing through the window, and looked around the inns with curiosity. And each time gratefully hugged the sorcerer. And he willingly pressed the girl to himself, kissing her on the cheek, then on the tender lips. Like a joke, but it woke up a storm of feelings in her. In the carriage, Divlyana often fell asleep on Michael's shoulder, and he traced the outline of her breast through the thin fabric of the dress, watching how the hardened nipple stood out, and how the lips opened. An ominous smile curved his lips.

"A little more and I will tear, I doubt this flower!" - he said to himself.

Waking up, Divlyana did not understand where her incomprehensible yearning, so hot bliss between her legs, came from. She was embarrassed by the desire for Michael, but she could not fight with herself. The girl's magical power and her pure feelings for the sorcerer, which required an exit, forced her more and more to reach for him. Awakened femininity made her more beautiful and sensual. Captured by love for Michael, she did not even notice that they were going to more wild places, until he himself told her:

“My girl, my brother lives on the way here, we'll stop by him for a while.” In the evening we will be in his domain, - he pressed Divlyana to himself, looking into her eyes.

“All right, Michael,” she whispered, staring fascinated into the purple pool of his eyes.

“You are so beautiful, Divlyana ...” said the sorcerer thoughtfully. - So alluring, my girl! - he, as if fighting with you, leaned over and kissed her. At first, it is completely weightless, slightly touching the girl’s lips, but gradually it is becoming increasingly greedy, insatiable, crushing sweet lips, wandering around the flexible body, squeezing an elastic chest. Divlyana responded with ardor, a little ineptly, embarrassed by her courage. Choking with an excess of feelings, she herself was leaning towards his hands, drunk with the desire for something more, something more unknown. Michael, who knows the female body perfectly, skillfully inflamed passion in a young innocent body. When from the lips of Dylyany broke:

- You are welcome...

He stopped caressing, broke off the kiss and just tightly hugged the girl, shaking from overwhelming her desires.

“Divlyana, my girl, forgive me, I shouldn't have ...” he whispered in false repentance.

- But I love you, Michael! - exclaimed the girl. - I want to belong to you. And only you. Why do you...

- Do not, Divlyana, do not continue. I know you love me. And I love you. But I do not want to desecrate you with a fleeting connection. My girl, if you agree to be my wife, then we will marry in the capital. And only then you will become mine, Dlylana.

“Naive fool! - at the same time with your own words the sorcerer thought, - your love will become my main trump card in my most important business in life. It is you who will become the top step on the path to my power! ”

And Divlyana flourished from his words:

- I agree, Michael. Of course, I agree, darling!

She clung to him, happy that her love is mutual.

****

When a gloomy castle appeared from behind the trees, Divlyana was still dreaming, imagining a rainbow life with her beloved in the capital. And Michael, looking at her, smiled triumphantly: “So you got a bird. And now, by my own will, you will fulfill everything that I need. ”

Gloomy castle did not like the girl. The butler who met him with Michael was frightened by his repulsive gloomy appearance. But Michael’s hand wrapped around her waist calmed her down.

- Where is Robert? - Michael asked hard at the butler.

Throwing a watchful glance at the girl, shivering to the sorcerer, the butler answered with a creaky voice:

“Sir, he left on one important business, but he will be back by morning.” Allow me to take you to your rooms?

- Okay. In the morning we'll figure it out, - Michael said displeased. “They were cooking room for this young lady.” And in his I can walk myself. And quickly. Yes, do not forget about dinner, slacker!

The butler hurried to execute the order.

Left alone with the girl, Michael lifted her chin and kissed:

- Do not be afraid, honey. It is gloomy here, but the rooms are cozy. In the morning I will introduce you to Robert, my brother. Now let's go, I take you to the room, rest before dinner.

“Well, love,” agreed Divlyana obediently, holding the sorcerer by the hand.

Leaving the girl in the room, really cozy and richly furnished, with a kindled fireplace, Michael, taking the book, went down to the basement, where the butler was waiting for him.

- Urgently gather all adepts, let them prepare for the ritual. Tomorrow at midnight we begin.

“Yes, sir,” the butler hurried to execute the order. And Michael opened a heavy, iron-bound door, and entered a huge hall dimly lit with several reddish crystals. In the middle of the hall stood an altar of a single piece of black obsidian. The walls were lost in the twilight. On the pedestal near the altar were black and red candles, sharply honed daggers, bags with unknown contents, and there were golden bowls covered with incomprehensible symbols. The dark grin of the sorcerer looked eerie in the dim light of the crystals. Looking around the room once more, the sorcerer laughed out loud:

- Finally! Tomorrow I will find the long-awaited power! Divlyanochka, my witch, how on time I decided to take my book from your mother!

Putting a black-bound book on a pedestal, the sorcerer turned over the pages, ran his eyes over the spells. Chuckling triumphantly, Michael left the hall for the sacrifice and went up to the room to Divlyane. The girl was already sleeping peacefully, curled up on a huge bed. A thin shirt did not hide the seductive curves of her body. The sorcerer decided not to wake her. Having added sleep charms to the girl's natural sleep, Michael has completely undressed her. The girl’s naked body looked like a graceful porcelain figurine. Delicate cream-colored skin contrasted sharply with black curls. The dark striped pubic hair, like an arrow, went down to the neat lips between the legs. Ideal hemispheres of breasts crowned with large pink nipples. Michael admired his victim for some time, but then he began to caress, cover a sleeping girl with kisses. The girl's body instantly responded to the actions of the sorcerer, arching toward his hands and lips. Not ceasing to excite Divlyana, shrouded in sleepy charms, Michael gradually got rid of his clothes. His billowed member quivered, ...