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Her skin was soft and flawlessly fair, her hair long and healthy. Her face was young and beautiful and her movements strong with life. But despite all this, her eyes betrayed the truth. Lifetimes of experience could be seen within them, vast wisdom and utmost confidence gained only from living far beyond the lifespan of any normal person.

A simple but elegant mink robe of red was her only clothing, its wide neckline plunging from her shoulders to her waist, leaving much of her large bust shamelessly exposed. Around to top of her hips rested a simple, black leather belt with a silver knuckle. Several small pouches hung from the belt as well as a simple, thing long-sword.

Her hair, wavy and white as the snow itself, hung down past and over her shoulders. As she calmly removed her belt and slipped the robe from her body, letting it fall to the floor around her feet, her hair was all that covered her large, round breasts; though her dark brown nipples mischievously peeked through the cascade of white. Beneath the robe, her body was boldly curved. Thick thighs reached up to wide hips, which in turn lead to a small, almost delicate waist. Nestled between her legs was a thick mass of soft hair, as pure white as the hair on her head. The sorceress Afahlia was arguably the most beautiful woman in the world, and a devastating adversary.

Stepping out of the pile of cloth that was her robe lying on the floor, Afahlia walked forward and up a small flight of black marble steps. The steps stopped at the edge of a very large, oval shaped basin that was filled with crystal clear water, steam rising from its surface. Pausing for a moment, the sorceress indulged in idle pleasure by trailing her fingertips up her body. She cupped one breast, gently squeezing it and casually rubbing her fingers back and forth over the dark brown nub. A sensation immediately stirred between Afahlia's legs but the beautiful woman ignored it. Letting her hand fall back to her side, she dipped her toes into the hot water. They were followed closely by her foot, ankle and leg. Creating barely a ripple, Afahlia entered the water, closing her eyes as the heat encompassed her body.

She sat at the edge of the large, black marble bathing basin, her white hair and creamy skin creating an exquisite contrast against the dark stone. Largely undisturbed and absolutely clear, the water hid nothing of the sorceress' body from sight. Beneath the surface, Afahlia's hands slowly moved against her body, one slipping between her legs while the other returned to her breast. Closing her eyes and laying her head back, the sorceress permitted herself a little more indulgence, uninhibited and especially sensually. A smile crossed her lips and after a few moments she spoke.

"Are you enjoying the show, Connah?"

A lithe, male cheetah appeared from out of nowhere standing next to a large pillar of black and white stone. Placing the ring he'd removed from his finger in a pouch on his belt, the feline moved confidently towards the edge of the marble basin, making no attempt to hide his wandering gaze.

"How did you know I was here?" the cheetah asked.

"Did you really think me so reckless as to give away a ring that could potentially be used against me?" Afahlia replied as she opened her eyes and looked at the cheetah with a knowing smile.

"I thought perhaps by now I might have gained your trust," the cheetah replied, feigning a wounded tone.

"My dear Connah," the sorceress returned, "I didn't get to where I am today by trusting people." Afahlia's tone was friendly, almost sweet, but deliberately blunt.

Connah smiled as he sat on the edge of the bath and eyed the naked body submerged in the water.

"What have you brought me today? Or are you just here for a free show?" the sorceress asked as she teasingly spread her legs. The woman's long, delicate fingers covered what little flesh her thick bush did not, but one finger could clearly be seen curled inwards and moving.

Reluctantly, Connah turned his gaze from the sorceress' body and opened a satchel he had slung over his shoulder. As she watched and waited to see what the cheetah would present her with, the sorceress idly pleasured her senses. One finger randomly toyed with her nipple while the other, buried between the folds of her womanhood, rhythmically massaged her inner walls.

"It seems to be nothing more than a plain old sceptre," Connah said as he pulled out a bland looking rod of wood, "but it was the centrepiece of a temple treasury. That in itself piqued my curiosity so I sprinkled some of that dust you gave me on it and... it glowed."

Afahlia looked at the simple piece of mahogany with curiosity. It was barely two feet in length and less than an inch thick with gold leaf trimming around both ends. At one end, a rune was carved into the wood. As she looked the artefact over, the sorceress' eyes grew wide.

"Give me that!" Afahlia demanded, suddenly reaching for the wooden rod.

Connah instinctively jumped back, dropping the sceptre to the floor as hot water went flying through the air. Forgetting her indulgence, the naked sorceress climbed from her bath and picked up the short shaft of wood. The cheetah just eyed the gorgeous body standing before him as he regained his composure.

Unconcerned with modesty, Afahlia held up the object with an expression of astonishment and delight on her face. "I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "I thought..." The sorceress then suddenly turned her attention to the cheetah once more with a very serious demeanour.

"This rune," Afahlia said, indicating the Q shaped rune carved into the mahogany shaft, "If you find anything more with this rune on it, bring it to me immediately."

Instantly sensing that this artefact was of great importance to the sorceress, Connah boldly stepped forward and daringly reached forth his hand. His fingers spread out like the legs of a spider and confidently squeezed one of Afahlia's large, round breasts.

"I trust I will be adequately compensated for doing so, as always?" the cheetah inquired, his eyes openly admiring every curve they could.

The naked sorceress permitted the cheetah's hand to remain shamelessly planted on her soft, smooth skin for a brief moment. She breathed deeply and deliberately, causing her chest to rise and press against Connah's palm. But the moment did not last. Afahlia soon took the feline's wrist in her grasp and calmly but firmly moved his hand away.

"Just because you managed to trade your way between my legs once does not give you a free pass to grope my body as you see fit," the sorceress informed flatly. "But yes. The full set of eight will see you rewarded with whatever... prize you desire. And more."

Connah was baffled. He'd been trading magical items with Afahlia for years and had never known her to be so generous with her offers. This artefact, and the rune upon it, clearly meant more to the sorceress than anything the cheetah had brought her in the past.

"Then perhaps I should get moving," Connah replied, turning from the naked beauty and beginning towards the door.

Afahlia was an enigma to pretty much everyone. She seemed almost apathetic about others seeing her body and depending on her mood, even teased onlookers by showing a little more. But many quickly learned, very painfully, that the sorceress was exceedingly antipathetic about being touched, and even less merciful. Because of this, Connah was quite content to accept the grope he'd been permitted as payment for the sceptre. Despite having had the exquisite pleasure of spending a heated night between Afahlia's thighs in the past, the cheetah had taken a considerable gamble that she would not simply break his arm off the moment she felt his bold touch.

Connah moved briskly towards the exit, his spirits high at the prospect of getting to spend another heavenly night with Afahlia. He couldn't help but recall images of the last time to mind and dared to imagine what the next would be like. But just as the cheetah reached the door that lead out of the chamber, Afahlia's voice sent a chill up Connah's spine.

"Wait!" the sorceress called out.

The cheetah instantly froze and felt terror slowly creep over him. Afahlia was a very purposeful person; everything she did or said was not without its reason. Every decision she made or action she took was carefully weighed and calculated beforehand and everything she did typically benefitted her directly. A very self driven and serious woman, Afahlia was not known for idle or whimsical actions, or changing her mind; so when she called on Connah to wait, it was like the moon rising in the sun's place at dawn.

Connah frantically searched his mind for something he had done wrong. Was the sceptre a fake? Surely not; the dust was of Afahlia's own making so any error would be no fault of his, and Afahlia was not one to shift blame from herself to others. Did she think he'd taken something without permission? Impossible; he knew Afahlia knew he'd not be that foolish. Did she change her mind about the grope? If it bothered her she'd have struck him down immediately. Nothing the cheetah could conceive would've explained this unexpected turn of events. Highly intimidated and just a little scared, Connah slowly turned around to face the sorceress. He had no idea what to expect from her but what he saw was by no means something he could've expected.

Afahlia had not moved, but the sceptre now lay on a small, round table across the room, no doubt placed there magically. Shameless and bold, the sorceress stood in the openness of the chamber with her eyes closed and one hand sensually sliding down the front of her body. Connah could only stare in disbelief as he watched her fingertips press into the soft skin of her body, moving downwards at a steady pace before disappearing into the thick, white mass of hair that grew between the top of Afahlia's thighs. The sorceress' other hand reached up to cup one breast, squeezing it without reservation, while the rest of her body barely moved. Arousal rapidly spread through the cheetah's body, but fear held him in place. Did she want him to join her? If so, surely she'd have indicated as such. She had told him to wait, so she must have some reason for him to stay. Was this her way of giving him further incentive? Unlikely; she knew the desires that dwelled within the feline's mind for her body and this would only be redundant emphasis. What could the naked sorceress possibly be up to?

Connah's mind swirled with a mixture of longing, confusion and fear. If he moved to join her, he risked untold pain or even death. If he turned to leave, he would surely receive untold pain or death. But her actions were unorthodox and Connah couldn't fathom a reason for what appeared to be reasonless by one who always had some form of reason.

Afahlia's fingers pushed deep between her thighs, and though her thighs remained firmly pressed together, it was evident that her fingers had curled inward and her fingertips were now pressing against the inner walls of her sex. The sorceress' bust heaved noticeably with a steady pace, but though her actions were clear, the rest of her body retained its poise and composer. She stood proud and steady, despite the euphoric sensation coursing through her, and after a few minutes, her toes curled against the black marble floor, indicating a powerful orgasm.

Connah, still watching, expected Afahlia to show at least some hint at satisfaction and relaxation. But to his surprise, the sorceress' eyes opened and only showed seriousness. Without losing a beat, the naked beauty drew her fingers from between her thighs and lifted her hand out in front of her. From the tip of her middle finger, Connah saw a thin line of white, seemingly drawn from the mass of white hair growing at the top of her thighs. The line continued to grow in length as the sorceress pulled her fingertips further away, and eventually broke away from its apparent source. Meanwhile, Afahlia's other hand had released its grasp on her breast and now seemed to guide the thin white line by unseen force through the air, breaking its connection from her fingertip.

Not even pausing for a breath, the sorceress walked over to her bath and placed her hand upon the marble. Slowly she raised her palm upwards and with it came what appeared to be the shape of a bow shaft, pulled from the marble itself. Connah watched in amazement as Afahlia then guided the floating white line towards one end of the marble bow shaft and attached it with unseen magical means, forming a complete bow.

"The bowstring is formed from my own hair, bound together by my own fluids, and is therefore imbued with my own power," Afahlia stated as she turned to Connah and held out the magically crafted longbow, "It will allow the marble shaft to bend for you and you alone, and will never break or feel heavy. May it guide you to that which you desire, and remind you of your goal in times of doubt."

The cheetah was astounded. He had seen Afahlia perform her magic before, but never in this way. Whatever these artefacts were, they were clearly exceedingly valuable to the sorceress, especially if she was willing to give Connah such a gift to aid in his acquiring them. No one in known history could claim such a boast. Taking the bow in his hand, the marble warmed to his touch, making it feel comfortable and welcome. The string was tight and felt like silk, and as the cheetah pulled back on it slowly, he found that the shaft bent with almost no effort, despite being made of marble. To his surprised, an arrow also appeared, knocked and ready to be fired. This weapon would surely be of great use to Connah in times to come.

Feeling overwhelmed with gratitude, Connah looked to Afahlia to thank her but paused as he noticed that he no longer stood in her chamber. The scent of fresh air filled his nostrils as a small breeze blew around him and the sound of gravel could be heard under his feet. Turning around, Connah saw behind him the tower of the powerful sorceress standing tall and dominating, at the far end of the small gravel path which connected to the main road to Epperis.