The game is on

Two weeks have passed. Reagan is getting used to student life. She has even made friends with some interesting characters. They were the outcasts,... the black sheep. First there were two from the Corvenius clan, Raisel the Merlian and Kaisel from the Zedician clan, known as the Quiet Ones. Secondly, there was Issey of the Bellarian clan, known as the Hound, and finally Killian of the Chester clan, known as the Consigliere.

Reagan and her crew had come from the Great Hall and were taking a break in the garden. They met up with Yennifer's crew who were practising their archery.

Yennifer spotted them and said, "Reagan and your friends... what a lovely surprise! Would you like to join us?".

Issey replied, "That wouldn't be fair.

One of their guys said: "Yes, we are out of your league.

Issey appeared behind his back so fast he didn't even notice and whispered, "You don't say...Boi!

Reagan laughed and said, "Issey, stop it! The poor guy's going to pee his pants."

Yennifer giggled and said in a threatening tone, "Yes, do as your master says... Hound." As she said these words, she released her death spectral aura, causing Issey to raise her hands and move away from him.

Killian then said, "Let's play together, but... nothing involving weapons. My comrades sometimes get carried away and we don't want anyone to get hurt."

Reagan nodded and said to Yennifer, "I agree with the Consigliere. Fancy a game of rugby? Or you can only play if there is the possibility of carnage."

Yennifer walked over to Reagan and said, "Let's see what you've got.".

The game began. At first, it was very competitive and super aggressive. But slowly it became fun. Other mages came to cheer them up and enjoy the game. Yennifer was fast and skilled, but Reagan was persistent. In the last run, Yennifer seemed to have the upper hand, but at the last minute, Reagan tackled her but made sure she landed on her to keep her from injury.

Time seems to freeze as they lie in each other's embrace. Their bodies entwined, their limbs intertwined, their eyes meeting in a mixture of surprise and amusement. The softness of their touch, the gentle caress of skin against skin, made everyone present feel uncomfortable, as if they were intruding on a private moment between lovers.

Reagan asked with genuine concern in her voice:" Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" Yennifer replied with a shyness that was completely unfamiliar to her, "I'm fine... My Prince Charming in white armour caught me before I could fall to my death." Reagan giggled and removed a leaf from Yennifer's hair, feeling the soft curls with a killer smile that turned Yennifer's cheek red.

Their laughter harmonised and in this timeless embrace their surroundings faded into insignificance until Yennifer's admirers rushed to interrupt and help her to her feet. Reagan's friends, instead of helping her, jumped on top of her to celebrate their victory.

Annabella that was not far from the field saw the whole thing and frowned. Harry picked it up but Arthur that was too busy being in love with himself didn't even notice the envious look she was throwing at them.

After her afternoon classes, Reagan made her way to the library where she could secretly study the basics of darkness and light techniques. She sat in the perfect quiet spot in the library. Too dusty for the rich kids and too bright for the loners. Just perfect. Suddenly, Annabella walked by to retrieve a book and they made eye contact.

Reagan licked her lower lip and cleared her throat as she said, "Been a while! How have you been?"

Annabella replied with a dismissive shrug, "I'm fine. But I am clearly not doing as well as you are."

Reagan stood up and exhaled angrily, "The hell is wrong with you! What have I done to you? I am not getting in the way of your perfect love story with that duchebag of yours and his stalker of a brother! Why are you being like this?"

Annabella folded her arms and said pleadingly, "You didn't even give me a chance to explain. You walked off and the next thing I know you are getting cosy with Yennifer. I hope you had a good laugh messing with me, as you like to point out."

Reagan shrugged in disbelief and groaned, "It all boils down to this. When I was only interested in you, it felt good and right. But now that there is someone else who is real to me, you bitch."

Annabella replied in an annoyed tone: "What does bitch even mean? You are so frustrating.".

Reagan then, out of patience, grabbed her wrist and pulled her further into the library, pinning her against a wall. She then said, "What do you want? This is your last chance to come clean. No more games...what do you want Annabella?".

Annabella looked away and said, "If I said I wanted you, would it change anything? It would only bring us both down. Do what you want from now on...but don't rub it in my face. It hurts.

The air in the dimly lit corner was thick with anticipation as Rea approached the source of her madness. She caressed Annabella's lips with her fingertip and said, "Forget everything else! Right now it is just you and me.".

Annabella's eyes were filled with a fervour fuelled by longing and aching desire. This was ... new, but it was something Reagan wanted to immerse herself in, body and soul. Their lips pressed passionately together and their tongues intertwined in a sensual tango, exploring the depths of each other's mouths, igniting a fire that consumed them both. They separate for a moment, their breathing heavy, their eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Time seems to stand still. Biting her lower lip, Annabella grabs Reagan's collar and pulls her closer for another kiss. Reagan's hands roam, exploring the curves and contours of Annabella's body. It wasn't enough! Annabella's hands explored Reagan's body as well. She ran her hand through Reagan's hair, pulling it as she bit and licked Reagan's lip. They clearly wanted more... they needed more. Reagan then carried her to the desk and pulled Annabella's skirt up, unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the top of her breasts, rubbing her arousal against Annabella's inner thigh.

Annabella moaned softly between kisses, trying to say, "Plea...se Reagan...this is going too far... Please s..stop!"

Reagan replied, biting her neck and moaning as she slipped her hand under the girl's shirt, causing her to shiver and moan louder, "How far... is far!"

Annabella leans back slightly, creating a subtle but undeniable distance. Her touch lingered on Reagan's breast as she gently pushed her away, panting heavily, and said, "This is far enough. Please... give me time to think about what has just happened. I ... need time."

Reagan sat frustrated on the floor and exhaled sharply as she said, "How long... How much time do you need? A day...a week...a year!".

Annabella replied as she buttoned her shirt and fixed her clothes and hair:" Only time... I need it. It is not as easy as you think.

Reagan sniffs and grits her teeth:" Fine... I will wait. Don't make me wait too long."

She then crouched down to Reagan's level and smiled, looking at her with a gentle expression on her face and said, "I would love to see you again. I have never felt this way before. I apologise if I seem sluggish. Just be patient."

She moved closer and kissed Reagan gently. Reagan pulled her onto her lap and kissed her more hungrily, holding her wrists tightly.

Annabella bit her lip hard and pulled away, breathing heavily, "You are so persistent."

Reagan said with a childish giggle:" Aouch... It is your fault. You little tease. I am so hard I can barely squeeze my thighs."

Annabella blushed and said as she hurried out, "I'll leave you to it."

Reagan summoned an ice pack bag and placed it on her privates as she said, "My luck!

That night, she sat down to dinner with her crew in her usual place. But her appetite was gone. She had two gorgeous girls driving her crazy.

Killian was not as slow as the others, he noticed that the girls were checking out Reagan and Reagan was a little restless.

Killian then whispered to Reagan:" This little game is getting obvious".

Reagan didn't even try to lie and said:" That obvious?"

Killian replied, "Annabella and Yennifer have been devouring my homegirl like a nice piece of mutton chop."

Reagan sighed and sat back rubbing her face as she said, "Well...fuck".

That night Reagan went to bed but couldn't sleep. Women were definitely going to be the death of her.

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