"Ohhh..." Anna moaned softly as she broke the kiss.
"I still can't believe that the young man who has been making love to me is a magus. Sign, I really regret the fact that I'm so much older than you. If only we were the same age and then became lovers, it would have been wonderful." She said.
"A difference of 20 or 30 years is meaningless when you're a magus," Arthur replied.
"Even the weakest Magus can live up to 200 years. You won't age unless you are 150 years old and above."
"Is that true?" Anna was surprised by Arthur's words and she seemed instantly excited.
"That's just the beginning. The further you go, the longer your life will be. It might even become immortal."
"Immortal?" Anna's eyes opened wide when she heard that.
Even her breathing quickened.
"I must," she said. "Become immortal, I must become immortal."
Her eyes suddenly seemed blank. She was probably drowning in excessive imagination.
Arthur ended up fingering her breasts hard to snap her out of it.
