genre: fantasy
length: novella
ISBN# electronic: 978-0-98267844-2
Price $3.50 download

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Teryn Windhorn, local mage, patrolled an area too large for him to handle. Stretched to his magical and physical limits, the Mage Council demanded he find an apprentice. Still, the past haunted him with the images of a beautiful young woman pressed to far beyond her skills and her teacher who should have seen, her teacher who should have saved her life.

Jendaya Carinella lived, worked, and fought magical beasts alone. It was, after all, what the bastard daughter of a mage, cast off from her own village had to do. Until a magical fight left her wounded and brought Teryn to find her.

Training her became imperative. Loving her, unavoidable. And one act of courage could finally show him the partner he needed. If he can only believe in an apprentice’s touch.

Note: This book was previously released under the title HIS MAGICAL STUDENT. This work has been revised and somewhat changed from the original version.

Reviews (some may be for the previous version)

His Magical Student starts with an electrifying and heart-pounding opening
that urges you to turn its pages as fast as you can. … Ms. Winter has done a marvelous job in bringing to life two such strong and passionate people in this fantasy romance. …this books was a joy to read for when you want to escape from your everyday life and be swept away to another world.” 
- Aggie Tsirikas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews, 4 stars, heat level O

Excerpt

Jendaya took losing well, though he’d held pace with her until the end. A quick burst of magic split ten logs at once, a showy end to the contest. She’d laughed, and together they went inside to clean up and eat supper. Now Jendaya reclined on the bed, her head braced on her hand. She lay on her side, her other hand idly rubbing over the stitching on his comforter. Watching her slender fingers trace the neatly aligned rows of thread, Teryn fought the urge to stride to the bed and take her. With enough wood cut and stacked to last several days and the livestock cared for, their evening stretched before them, a lazy, idyllic end to the day. His cock hardened as he thought about how they could spend the next few hours.

He rose to his feet and rested his hand on the stone mantel. Wearing only one of his undershirts, she looked so virginal, so innocent, he could hardly believe he’d claimed her maidenhead a few nights ago. Her breathy cries had filled his cottage. He longed to hear them again.

Teryn strode toward her. “You didn’t win our challenge, but I hate to have you not receive anything. I think I’ll train you in the art of giving.” He stopped beside the bed, an arm’s length from her. Closer now, he watched her breasts beneath the thin, cotton shift. She looked up at him, her nipples tilting toward him invitingly. He resisted the urge to reach down and adjust himself.

 “Although some mages set themselves up as lords and ladies, choosing to do little for those who support them, the true mage gives back. Giving is as important as receiving and serves to keep the balance.”

  “So that’s why our village has to send out its men to chase away the magical creatures?” Jendaya’s sharp question cut through the air. “And that’s why I had to go out on my own?”

  “You think I do nothing?” He struggled to keep his anger in check. This chit of a girl knew nothing about a true mage’s work. “There are others beyond your village that also need my help. Yes, I leave the men of your village to do what they can for protection. A mage will not be everything to everyone, and I’m afraid I’m spread too thin right now to give everyone the attention they feel they may deserve. There is a world beyond your village. I’m thankful for your assistance…though I don’t think that was the only reason you were living outside the village.” His voice softened. A mage must never flinch away from the truth, no matter how difficult.

Hurt flashed across her face. She looked down at the comforter. Her lower lip quivered, and he feared she might cry. He feared he might have gone too far. Kneeling beside the bed, he traced his fingers over her cheeks.

“I’m sorry if I spoke harshly. I have been spread thin as of late, and taking on the training of an apprentice will only add to my work. But I am here, as are you. We should make the best of the situation, and when you are better trained, you can help me and your village.”

She stared at him. Strength glowed in her eyes. “I promise you I won’t be a burden. I’ll help you in your duties and protect the village. No one will die so long as I am there.”

“And no one has died while I’ve been here. I intend to keep it that way. Why didn’t you live in the village?”

“Because they didn’t want me.” Jendaya pressed her lips closed.

“Then they are foolish, and we will protect them nonetheless. Let us continue your training.” Teryn reinforced his words with a push of magic. He held out his hand. “Come and kneel before me.” He stepped back.

Jendaya slid from the bed and knelt. A braided rug cushioned her knees. She tilted her head to look at him. Though he sensed the anger simmering just beneath the surface, she obeyed his orders.

Teryn untied his pants. “You’re to pleasure me with your mouth and hands. Do it well, and you will be rewarded.”

“Perhaps you wish to keep me here as your pleasure slave.” The sight of his cock surging through the opening in his trews seemed to captivate her. As she watched, a tiny pearl of fluid seeped from the eye.

He cupped the side of her head. “The thought appeals to me, but your training is best served in magic. An untrained mage is a dangerous one. Tend to me.” He stood there, legs spread.

Her hand shook as she reached for him. She cupped his cock, measuring him with long, fluttering strokes. The delicate torture had him catching his breath. His balls drew tight against his body. Damn, he didn’t wish to spill himself too soon but her gentle touches tortured him. She rubbed her thumb across the eye and he nearly wept with the pleasure of it.

Jendaya curled her fingers around him. She squeezed gently then stroked, a motion that had him imagining plunging inside her slick channel and feeling its walls convulse around him. This untried maiden worked him better than the most expensive whores. Her natural skills lay in other areas too, he knew, sensing the power running through her veins and knowing the work she’d done already. When he finished, Jendaya would be a force with which to reckon. A brief pang of sorrow at her eventual departure stabbed him. He dismissed it as her fingers tightened on his shaft. She used his pre-cum to lubricate her hand as it moved along his length. Cupping his balls, she made small noises of approval.

She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Holy goddess of the sun! Her lips wrapping around his hard cock felt like heaven. Surely the goddess’ own harem of fifty women couldn’t make him feel as good as his apprentice could. Her tongue swiped across his head, toying with the ball of nerves just beneath. He widened his stance to give her more access. With her fingers, she traced tiny paths behind his balls, finding his sensitive skin there.

She hummed appreciation. He stared at her, unable to look away. Cheeks hollowed out, lips red around his flesh, eyes closed with concentration, Jendaya presented a picture of beauty. He pumped his hips, struggling to keep from fucking her mouth. The smell of her arousal teased him, and the knowledge she enjoyed sucking him punched him in the gut. “Wait,” he growled out. “I don’t want to…”

Her finger pressed against his anus and drove all thought from his mind. The gentle pressure teased his sensitive nerves. His balls drew tight against his body and with a guttural cry, he came. Warm jets of come shot into her mouth, and she licked and swallowed them all like a trained courtesan. Clamping his fingers on her shoulders, Teryn forced his legs to support him. “Gods, woman.”

Jendaya leaned back on her heels and looked up at him. Her lips shone with saliva and his juices. “Did I not do well?” She cupped her fingers around the length of him. “I could try again.”