Spellbinding: Tales from the Magic University
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by Cecilia Tan
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Romance
Description: The short stories in this anthology all take place in the erotic romance world of Veritas, the secret magical college inside Harvard that is home to Cecilia Tan's Magic University series. Cecilia Tan and a merry crew of ten writers explore the intriguing secondary characters, unanswered mysteries, and background stories of Veritas. Some stories introduce new characters, but most satisfy every reader's craving for more of Kyle, Frost, Alex, Master Brandish, Dean Bell, and the rest of the cast. Most of the stories are male/male, with a smattering of gender-bending, het, and even one lesbian tale set at Collegium Sophia (the secret magic school at Smith College, of course!). Tan herself wrote four of the fifteen enchanting tales in the book. In the tradition of fan fiction, some of the stories have pairings that are unseen in the original books, like Dean Bell and Timothy Frost, or Kyle and Alex. Others explore canonical couples who just don't get much screen time in the book series. One of Tan's stories reveals how Frost and Michael Candlin started dating and what their first sex was like. Learn more of the conflict between Master Brandish and Dean Bell. Every fan of Magic University will find these stories revealing and erotic.
eBook Publisher: Ravenous Romance/Ravenous Romance, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: June 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [266 KB]
Reading time: 182-255 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Ignorance is Bliss
In which Frost tells the tale of how he got together with Michael Candlin
by Cecilia Tan
I was raised by wolves. Never forget that.
Michael and I met in Enchantment class. We were lab partners; is that a cliche? How do most people meet their first boyfriend?
I suppose most people have already met their first boyfriend by the time they are in college. But remember, I was raised by wolves. At first, anyway. I'd actually spent my teen years living with two nice old ladies who were happy to foster a magical foundling, just a few blocks from the campus of Veritas. From no protection at all to overprotected, in other words. Neither one is conducive to dating.
Michael and I were both wide-eyed and quiet as church mice that first semester, though perhaps part of that was no one wanted to upset Professor Cross. She was a brute when it came to practice and homework and grading on a curve. Fail her class and you could forget being an enchanter.
"Put your hand in mine," Michael said in a quiet, quiet voice. We were sitting facing each other, working on an exercise from the syllabus. Around us everyone was paired off and doing the same thing, while Cross stalked up and down, looking for mistakes or lack of focus. He held up a hand, his palm open.
I hesitated for a moment. Physical contact wasn't something I'd had much of in years. It wasn't something I'd ever remembered wanting, and since moving to Cambridge, it had never been forced on me.
This wasn't forced, though. It was an exercise for a class. Michael's eyes were large and round and expectant.
I put my hand in his.
It was all downhill from there.
I'll probably never know just how much he knew about me before we met. He was a Scip, that was all I knew about him. I assumed he knew nothing about me. But that was a bad assumption. I was known to many of the faculty, and idle chatter had a way of filtering down. I wished, of course, that all the attention came from my achievements as a student, rather than the rumors--and some facts--about my past, so my goal became to simply be at the top of every class.
Since this was a partner class, that meant Michael and I both would have to be the best.
"We need to come up with a final project that will really show off both our abilities," he said, motivated in his own way to excel. Typical Scip.
We were sitting at a table in the library, books scattered around us and notes covering the page in front of me. "I know. But is conjuration too ambitious?"
He shrugged. "It would make an impression. But it can't just be a like a party trick. It needs to be artistic, and combinatory."
I sighed. "Like, I conjure the seeds, and you make them grow quickly?"
"Hm, that has promise but...if we just do something additive, she'll fail us. We need to do something that multiplies your power and mine. Something that could only be done with us working together at the same time." He bent his head and wrote something.
I put my hand on the table and turned it palm up. "Put your hand in mine?" My voice was remarkably steady, I thought.
He looked up, and the look in his eye said he heard all the unspoken questions I wasn't asking. He gave me a moment to appreciate that, then slid his hand into mine.
His was warm, almost hot. I took a deep breath and felt the power under my skin pulse. He swallowed, feeling it too.
"Whatever you want to do," I whispered. "Whatever you want. I'll try it."
I was speaking of the enchantment project, wasn't I?
I kissed him for the first time a week later. A long, agonizing week in which I kept trying to think of how to ask him if we could. Once I had it in my head to try it, I could think of nothing else. I sat so close to him in class that our sleeves touched. We took to studying together in the Scipionis common room, my leg touching his under the table. He noticed the change, but didn't do anything differently. Not wanting to scare me away, perhaps, the same way I was afraid I might scare him.
I wanted so much that I didn't know how to ask for, but once I began to want, I couldn't stop.
He rescued me late one night when we were alone in the common room, the fire burned to embers, and even the graduate tutors had gone to bed. I think the only reason we were still sitting there was because we were both waiting for this.
He knew to ask if it was okay before he touched me. "Can I touch your cheek?" he asked.
"Like this." He reached up and brushed his fingers, then his warm palm, up my cheek. "Okay?"
Then he pulled me slowly closer. "Will you kiss me, Frost?"
My answer was to devour him. One touch of my mouth to his and I knew I would never get enough of him, but I was going to try. Lips, and tongue, and teeth.
I was raised by wolves, remember.
We didn't have what I'd call sex until a month later. When do you start counting it as sex, anyway? I have my own reasons for questioning that, I know.
I count it from when orgasm gets involved. He made me come with his hand, in the men's room in the library. It was difficult to let go. But I knew once I did, I found another thing I wouldn't be able to get enough of.
Apparently, so did Michael.
"Could we study in your room?" Michael asked one evening, when we were studying together before the library closed. We weren't even working on the project that night, but it wasn't lost on me that we were pretty much inseparable.
I looked up at him. "My room?"
"Something tells me if we want to be alone, you're better at getting rid of your roommate than I am."
I licked my lips. "And do you want to be alone with me, Michael?"
"Yes, very much," he said, and I heard everything he wanted in those words. Oh, Circe. He looked like a deer in the headlights, yet he was the one asking. Somehow that made it all okay. I never hesitated after that first day I put my hand in his. When he asked for something, I gave it to him, and invariably discovered I liked it.
I took him in the back way so he wouldn't have to walk across the common room to reach the stairs. Then I told Persy to make himself scarce. We didn't even make a pretense of getting our books out of our bags. I laid him back on the bed and unbuttoned his sweater, nibbling at his neck.
"Please, Timothy," he said, asking without asking. I bared his cock and my own and rubbed them together. It was one of the best things I think I've ever felt. Not just the sensation of it, but the knowledge of what I was doing, and how much pleasure could be had from it.