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  Cass sat beside him on the couch, snuggling back against the warm red throw which was made of some velvety plush fur, and accepted a cup of dark brown mousse and a small silver spoon from him.

  It was a little awkward being mostly naked and so close to his big, nude body but Cass did her best to relax. She took a dainty bite of the dessert and her eyes rolled back in her head with sheer delight as she forgot all about her state of undress.

  “Oh my God, you did it again! This is amazing,” she moaned, taking a slightly larger bite and letting it melt on her tongue. “Are you sure you’re not using magic in the kitchen? Because this is seriously the best thing I’ve ever tasted—I’m not kidding.”

  The mousse was soft and fluffy and it melted instantly to a luxurious buttery texture the moment it hit her tongue. The flavor was dark and complex with not just chocolate but hints of cinnamon and vanilla and some other, exotic spice she couldn’t quite put her finger on—maybe cardamom? Cass wasn’t sure—she just knew she could eat this forever and never get tired of it.

  Jake laughed. “I’m so glad you like it. No magic—I used ground tannic root in it—it’s an elvish spice and flavor enhancer.”

  “Well, whatever it is, it really does the trick.” Cass took another bite and savored it—the mousse was too good to eat quickly. “I could dive into a vat of this stuff and die happy.”

  The big elf laughed again and she noted to herself once more how much she liked the deep rumble of his amusement. It was extremely attractive.

  “Well, speaking of magic,” he remarked, leaning forward to place his own half-finished cup of mousse on the coffee table, “Would you like to try learning that housekeeping charm?”

  “What—now?” Cass looked at him in surprise.

  He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling with the gesture.

  “Why not? You seem relaxed and happy, we are located at the zenith of elvish power, and you have been creating for the past few hours, which The Lady loves. I think this is an optimal time to teach you.”

  “All right, well…sure.” Cass carefully put down her own cup of mousse, which was nearly gone. Despite her intention to savor it, she hadn’t been able to help herself—it was too good to stop eating.

  “Now…” Jake looked around, frowning. “We just need to find something you can practice on.”

  He spoke a word of power that made the tiny hairs on the backs of Cass’s arms prickle and her nipples suddenly went tight and hard. On the coffee table in front of them a small pile of colored sticks suddenly appeared in a jumbled mass.

  “Oh! Pick-up sticks,” Cass exclaimed. “Nana used to play this with us when we were little.” She leaned over to touch the colorful conglomeration but Jake stopped her with a hand on her arm.

  “Wait—the power will come to you more easily if you don’t touch the objects you wish to put in order with your hands.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Cass remarked. She’d always hated picking things up by hand anyway—that was cleaning and she never seemed to have time for it. “All right, so what do I do?”

  “Take a deep breath and call upon the spark of magic you have buried inside you,” Jake instructed. “The same magic you used to help heal me not too long ago.”

  “Yes, all right.” Cass did as he ordered, taking a deep breath and reaching deep inside herself, looking for her magic. She didn’t feel much but she told herself that it was there—probably just waiting for her to say the words of power.

  “Now, concentrate on the sticks and repeat after me,” Jake instructed. “Glan Agus ‘Ordugh.”

  Cass stared at the jumbled mass of colored sticks and spoke the words, “Glan Agus ‘Ordugh.” She even tried to use the same accent Jake used, but unfortunately, nothing happened. There was no pop-rocks and diet Coke fizzy sensation that she felt with fairy magic and no rolling flood of power she felt when Jake did elvish magic. There was just…nothing. The sticks just sat there, not moving a bit, still in a big, messy pile.

  “Hmm…” Jake frowned thoughtfully. “You seem to be having trouble accessing your magic. Close your eyes and breathe deeply, Cassandra. Try again.”

  Cass did as he said. Closing her eyes, she called for the magic she knew lived inside her…but she didn’t feel much of anything. After searching for several long, deep breaths, she began to feel frustrated. She was like a woman in a dark room feeling for the light switch and not finding it.

  “Try again,” Jake told her.

  Cass opened her eyes and glared at the sticks.

  “Glan Agus ‘Ordugh!” she said loudly, pointing at the colorful pile.

  But once again, nothing happened.

  “Damn…” Cass sighed and shook her head. “Well, I guess I can’t do elvish magic after all. That’s too bad—I would have loved to be able to do that spell.”

  “Let’s not give up just yet,” Jake said, frowning. “I know you have magic in you, Cassandra—quite strong magic, as a matter of fact. I felt it when you healed me. We just have to find a way to bring it out.”

  “How, though?” she demanded. “The last time we were, uh…healing you and we used pleasure. So it was…” Her cheeks got hot at the memory. “It was…different,” she finished lamely.

  “Yes, it was…” Jake looked thoughtful. “Do you have any clean paintbrushes—ones that haven’t been used?” he asked, seemingly apropos of nothing.

  “Well…sure.” Cass got up and got him one. “Here you go. Are you going to use that to bring out my magic somehow?”

  “Maybe…” Jake’s leaf-green eyes were half-lidded again in the flickering firelight. “Cassandra, may I paint you?”

  “You paint me?” She frowned. “I didn’t know you could paint. I did bring one extra canvas…” She started to get up but Jake pulled her back down with a hand on her wrist.

  “Not like the way you painted me,” he murmured. Reaching out, he dipped the clean paintbrush into his chocolate mousse and held it up. “Like this.”

  Before Cass could say another word, he had drawn the tip of the chocolate-covered brush around one of her naked nipples.

  “Oh!” she gasped at the cool ticklish sensation of the brush circling her achingly hard tip. “Oh, Jake…”

  “And this,” he went on, dipping the brush again and then circling her other nipple, leaving a ring of the dark, luscious mousse around her right pink peak as well.

  “That is a different kind of painting,” Cass admitted breathlessly. “But…it’s kind of messy, don’t you think?”

  “No matter.” Jake’s eyes were half-lidded again in the firelight. “I can clean it up for you—I don’t even need a housekeeping spell to do it.”

  Leaning forward, he circled her nipple with his tongue, lapping away the dark chocolate mousse and making Cass gasp at the wet heat of his mouth as he traced her aching peak.

  “Mmm, that is nice,” she agreed, giving him a lazy smile. Part of her knew this was naughty but she didn’t care—it was fun too. And it felt incredible. “But you need to clean up the other one too.” Daringly, she thrust out her breasts, giving him easier access.

  “With pleasure,” Jake purred. Leaning forward, he lapped away the mousse he’d painted on the other nipple as well. Then he dipped the paintbrush again and repainted both breasts as well as painting a small, feathery trail right between them.

  “Mmmm…” Cass purred, arching her back. His hot mouth on her felt so good—the way he was touching her…tasting her—was as rich and delicious as the chocolate mousse itself. Part of her knew it was wrong but she couldn’t help enjoying the pleasurable sensations and wishing they would never end.

  Slowly, Jake lapped away the sweet, sticky substance from both breasts, sucking each tight nipple deeply, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her tender pussy. Then he began on the trail of chocolate he’d made between them, the flat of his tongue sliding hotly over her skin. He continued painting and licking until he got to Cass’s belly button, licking a trail down her trembling belly.