"I order you to sit on my face and ride it like you're trying to break a horse in!"

You moan the words before you even have time to think about them. The moment you whimper the last slutty syllable, Cindi pounces on you, planting her pussy around your flushed face. You find her far from frigid as she slides slippery and succulent along your lips and nose. You take a deep breath in for a sweet second, the only air inside your lungs is from inside her. It's earthy and pungent and ripe, but more than that, it smells of HER. Cindi stripped bare of title or reputation or the the weight of her history, riding your face and drenching you in a smell and texture and taste that is all palpably present and raw and real.

"Fuck...if you keep licking there...you're gonna make me...AIEEEEEEE!" Cindi cries out as she cums in your mouth, quaking as she continues to rut her hips to kiss you deeper...harder...hungrier. You love to ride the edge, draw out the pleasure as long as you can before you explode, but Cindi seems to want to get to race to the finish line as fast as she can, and then let you lovingly lap her climaxing clit in an attempt to lap herself on squirt speedway. You don't mind being dragged along for the ride, but at this rate, you're worried you'll drown before she gets off the ride.

"I OOMPH order you SHLLP to get off and MMPH MMM SLURP let me MOAN eat your AAH ass!" You can scarcely believe the words dribbling out of your mouth like so much dreamy drool. It's strange, you haven't exactly been chaste since you arrived at college, but it's like you feel virginal with each new partner. All those years of repression and regret weighing you down don't get cast off just because you 'cum' out and start getting kinky. On the other hand, you secretly kind of get off on that aspect of it. Maybe sex should be dirty and perverse and have just a dash of shame for flavor. You wish you didn't need to be so turned on you can barely think to let this wild, wanton whore out, but you love when she runs rampant.

"OooOOOooooh, yes 'Master'." Cindi practically sings as she slides off of you. Her face glows warm and pinkish purple with an uncharacteristic blush as she turns and stands up, motioning for you to follow...on your knees. There's no more of the smug superiority, no cold condescension. She is literally standing before you as a paragon of perfection, offering you to kiss her ass, but without ego...without games...with nothing but a hunger for your sweet servitude that meets her dominant desire...equals in a way that only makes sense in your flustered fuck fugue. You don't waste time worrying about it, and instead bury your face in her thicc, toned ass, kissing and licking and tonguing her tight, tart tunnel.

"Oooh GUH NNG good MOAN girl." Cindi whimpers incoherently, speaking volumes in two syllables and assorted grunts. You dig into your decadent derriere dessert while she reaches back and simultaneously strokes your head softly, while using her grip to guide you to the places that make her toes curl. She must have also slipped in an enchanted thread into your lovely locks, because you start getting elaborate directions echoing in your head.

You follow her commands to the letter, learning more about annilingus in one session than you learned about spell crafting in years of study. In fact, with the ways she has you twisting your tongue and curling it to call forth another climax, you feel like you might be ready to cast spells you'd never dared try before. For Cindi's part, she's speaking and tongues and baptizing you with beads of bliss again, finally **** to push you away, panting. "Oh ooOOooOoooh my YIP Goddesses! Please OOH order me EEE to freeze NNF fuck you!"

You fall back to the floor shiny with sweat and Cindi's sweets spray. You moan mindlessly, "Freeze fuck me?" wondering what that could possibly mean, and your curiosity, as well as your cunt is soon fulfilled as the cheer queen conveniently takes your query as a command. She swiftly slides between your legs and spreads them wide, causing them to grow stiff and solid as she slips two fingers in your sopping slit. Something between unimaginable cold and torrid heat hits you like a freight train as your teeth chatter, your skin sizzles, and your brain either melts or freezes in a sensation to profoundly pleasurable and painful to process.

"Fuh guh yuuuuh!" You eloquently exclaim as Cindi slowly frigs you with frosty fingers and circles your clit with her thumb. You can't hold back any longer, all this edging and ecstasy spill past the levees, flooding you with ice hot, burning cold climax. Just when it seems like it will slip from your fingers and leave you with the dreaded cum down, Cindi puts a hand on your molten mound and freezes it solid, trapping the orgasm inside you! You feel it bouncing around, bursting and building, roaring rapturously, exploding exponentially until nothing is left of you but pure pleasure.

"That's a good girl. Just let it wash over you. It's scary at first, but I'll bet you can find your center." Cindi calmly coos as she caresses you. You can barely hear her words, and understanding them is beyond your current capacity, but somehow you FEEL them. Then again, if you could think, you certainly would realize that it's impossible to fight through the wet waves of euphoria buffeting you into a frothy frenzy. Since you are past thinking, beyond fighting, you instead seek out the source of iridescent, immaculate potential you pulled out of your chest earlier. You find the cummy currents and let the punishing pulses push you closer and closer until you feel your own core.

"Sdog fo eelg, tes em eerf!" The spell comes from your lips like out of a ventriloquist's fuck doll, sounding more confident than you could have ever imagined, dispelling the much more powerful ice elemental's spell, freeing you with an exultant explosion that sends Cindi sliding back and you spasming all over the tile, spraying everywhere....

....

"Hey there, gorgeous. Looks like you're at least a smidgeon as powerful as I suspected you could be. Mind giving me my heart back? I've kind of grown attached to it, damaged as it is." Cindi asks awfully nicely as you awaken with your head in her lap, looking up lovingly. You nod, and that alone seems to be enough to call off your claim. You wonder if it's a trick of the light, or more likely just your mind still muddled by so much pleasure, but you could swear there are less holes in Cindi's blazing heart than when she offered it to you. You don't press the subject, content to be cuddled and caresses by the quite caring ice queen...

....

You don't have a lot more to say to each other after that. Not in any awkward, regretful way either. No, it's more that everything is unspoken, but clearly communicated, even without the use of her magik strand. The one thing she does say in words is on your way out the door. Cindi says it so casually, that it almost breaks your heart, "Thanks. I didn't know I could still connect like that. I'd like to do it again, if you'd like. We could call it tutoring if a date is too formal." She doesn't wait for an answer, still so cool inspite of her warmth, she just kisses you softly on the lips and closes the door, leaving you with the decision...

For the time being, you decide to turn in. You find your room empty, but it's just as well. You are running on empty too, and you don't know where all these new friends fit in your life which suddenly seems almost too full for you. You hope a few hours of sleep will help clarify things, and you drift off to sleep, already half dreaming of the frisky feline, the masochistic minx, and the tsundere temptress...