The new student meets the teacher...
The sun rises vibrantly across Kamar Taj, Stephen eagerly awaits his students to begin the days lesson. It’s been several years now since his new life began after his life changing accident...he breathes a sigh of contentment knowing that he’s where he belongs and all has fallen into place. As he begins to sort out the days lesson plan in his train of thought, he turns to hear the footsteps and murmurs of students arriving to the training room....
“Good Morning, Master Strange” they say gently in unison
“Good Morning, students..I trust you’re all rested and ready for today’s lesson, I’d like to take a moment to thank you for arriving in your red training tunics for the day..we have hard work to do.” Stephen takes a moment to admire his young pupil’s..hands behind his back, posture erect with pride and impression. They’ve come a long way since their beginning, throughout every lesson, every word of instruction, they’ve grasp the concept of their abilities quite quickly..and scanning the group carefully, he can already see the powerful potential for them to become great sorcerers and sorceresses of the mystic arts.
He smiles gently, thinks to himself..let the teaching begin.
Stephen begins with welcome and words of motivation...
“Welcome to another day of combat training, so far you’ve all done an exceptional job..your strength is improved beyond measure and you’ve overcome many fears when attacking enemies and defending yourselves with your, spells, enchantments, and relics...however, we need to work on the physical standpoint of fighting. Make your movements sharper and find new ways of keeping your opponent at bay, as you evolve in your training, combat here at the Karma Taj also evolves. After all, we’re not in the dinosaur age.” He chuckles, winking at the group...the class giggles in reply.
“So, first thing first...is there anyone here who has trained with their relics, spells, and incantations..but not WITHOUT them?”
“ I haven’t, Master Strange’... A warm, dove like voice replys.. the group of students all turn their attention to a very beautiful girl..stepping forward, looking directly at Stephen..He himself couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Goddess like shape, her tunic embracing her in all the right places, molten amber eyes sparkling at him, raven black locks. silk cream skin anticipating a soft caress, and lips that make soft pink rose petals envious...he eyes her up and down as she stops directly in front of him, this playful warmth surging through him. He smirks mirthfully..
“You haven’t have you? I’m surprised..I hadn’t seen you during other lessons.” Arista is taken aback by the delicious, smooth baritone of Stephen’s voice..it was like a sensuous melody to her ears. She especially couldn’t stop looking at him while listening to him speak, his elegant posture, shoulders for miles, arms made for the most smoldering, passionate embrace a woman could ever experience. A powerful chest that must harbor a fierce heartbeat...and everything else that hides beneath his tunic, he’s positively the most gorgeous man she’d ever leapt eyes on..”His eyes, a mystical blue..seductive in every way. His beautiful face, cheek bones you could swear were carved from marble...Oh my sweet stars” she thinks..
“Although, I’m glad to have you join us miss?”.....She snaps out of her delectable thoughts.. “Arista, Master Strange...Arista Swanson” she replies blushing.. Stephen decided to wait a little to let her know that her gazing hadn’t gone without notice...he saucily smirks at the pink staining her cheeks.. Arista quickly shifts her eyes but ever quicker returns her attention to him...she was desperately fighting for her knees not to weaken...
“Arista, hmmm...very beautiful name.” He eyes her, while careful not give away how much he was enjoying the sight of her in front of the students..who were watching the exchange with delight...the girls muffling their giggles. The boys eyeing Arista’s figure.. “Why haven’t you joined us til now, Arista?” he asked..”I had fallen sick, Master..”Doctor” He corrected her..
“Doctor”, she replies...”I had fallen sick and I couldn’t join lessons my first few days here, the common cold..you understand”
“Ah I see, well..welcome! You say you’ve never fought without relics, spells, and such? Stephen is already curious to see where he stands.. “No, not as of yet..but I’ve heard you’re the best to teach such skill”...Arista’s voice is taking a warmer tone, flirty and sassy..Stephen ever so slowly smiles the sexiest smile she’d ever witnessed, he replies...
“You heard right, Miss Swanson..since our student and mentor relationship begins today. Allow me to extend this proper welcome, My name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I look forward to instructing you...the question is...he slightly leans in whispering..”Are you prepared for what’s coming to you?” Licking his lips, smirking..eyeing her with zeal..
Arista eyes him back, leaning towards him..barely moving. The air between the two simmering..the students quietly gasping..She smiles softly, slowly reaching her eyes..She nibbles her lip...”Absolutely, Doctor..You’ll find I can handle anything and everything you’ve got”..She winks and walks away with her hips in sway, leaving a class of students with their mouths hanging open and a shocked Stephen Strange chuckling darkly, mouth watering, and sinful thoughts swimming in his head about how to have his first taste of delicious, gorgeous new student....