A different kind of workout

"Will this have any effect on whether I get the job?" John asked nervously.

Emura laughed and said, "As far as I'm concerned you're as good as hired, the choice is up to you."

"Ah, so this is a bribe," he said with a grin and folded his arms in front of his chest, "What's the catch?"

"There's no catch, John. I just really want to have sex with you," she purred. He didn't have to think about it long, and a few seconds later he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, forgotten. Emura ate him up with her eyes and licked her lips. He could have sworn she had a forked tongue, but it was probably just a trick of the dim light.

Next she cupped her hands and breathed a little ember to life in her palms, then tossed it into the fireplace which immediately erupted into a roaring fire. Finally she crooked her finger at him and he felt drawn to her like a fish on a hook. Then she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and dragged him on top of her.

"Any way you like," she hissed into his ear, "Today I'm your whore. Just a horny, willing slut that you can use however you like." Talking like that gave him a painfully hard erection and he devoured every inch of her body. He worked his way around her in a spiral, licking and kissing her flawless skin, taking his sweet time to worship her tits, then closing in on her soft, warm center.

"A woman asks you treat her like your personal fucktoy, and you start by eating her out," she said, "Such a gentleman!"

"I'll have my fun later," he said before lapping up her juices and then dove in. The first thing he noticed was how incredibly hot she was. Not sexy, literally hot. Her body felt downright feverish to the touch, but she seemed completely healthy. The second thing he noticed was how sweet she tasted between her legs. It was like drinking hot tea straight from her pussy and he found he couldn't stop. He gobbled up her cunt like a madman and she reciprocated by locking his head in place with her thighs and moaned luridly. Finally she came all over his face and he guzzled down her lady cum. After that she had to push him away.

"You're not leaving here today until you cum for me!" she said and tore off his pants. His cock shot to attention and pressed into her cheek. She smiled, licked him all along his shaft, shoved him down her throat once, then laid back for him on the couch.

"So how do you want to take me?" she asked while breathing heavily. He growled lustily and **** her ankles apart and he stared at her glistening cunt. She licked her fingers and rubbed her clit for him while he lined up his cock with her burning hot slit. As soon as his tip touched her lips, he rammed his cock home as deep as it would go. Emura moaned with surprise as her whole body rocked backwards at his initial thrust. Then he plowed her like he hadn't just finished an intense workout.

Emura bit her lip and had to plant her hand on the arm of the sofa to keep from bashing her head. With her other hand she hastily undid her bra letting him see her tits as they should be. As perfect as they were straining against anything she wore, set free like this they were utterly indescribable.

John couldn't let those go unnoticed, so he grabbed one in his hands and chomped down on her long, hard nipple. His rhythmic pumping in and out of her hot interior didn't slow any even as he pulled his hands away from her legs.

And what legs she had too, with their gorgeously toned muscles and flawless shape. They were also longer, much longer than the legs of any other woman he had fucked, which she wrapped around his waist helping him plow her that much harder.

"Oh yes!" she hissed, "Oh John you're an animal!" Next he collapsed on top of her and pistoned in and out of her twice as fast eliciting a joyful scream from the woman. They stayed in this position for almost half an hour and he showed no signs of slowing down, even after cumming all the way inside her multiple times.

After his... fourth load? The fifth? Was it the tenth? He didn't know, but after that he slowed down enough and they started making out in each other's arms. Her hands alternated raking at his back and shoulders, and caressing and fondling his biceps and muscular chest. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, but she always knew where he was and what he was up to even as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Eventually they rolled over onto the floor so that she was on top.

"Oh baby, I'm gonna ride you like a stallion!" she shouted with glee then started bouncing up and down on his impossibly hard shaft.

John felt his higher thought overwhelmed by the need to fuck this sexy thing, but he kept enough sense of self to notice several things. First, he wasn't tired yet and he had lost count of how many times he came inside her. He didn't have enough presence of mind to wonder if she might get pregnant though. Secondly, Emura's body was perfect in every way. Too perfect, he thought. Not that he was complaining, but he remembered her insisting that she wasn't human, and he wondered just for a fraction of second if maybe this body of hers wasn't real.

He lost that train of that as soon as he came all up inside her again. For the next few hours they fucked all over the room, in every position, and on every horizontal or vertical surface.

They fucked against the windows watching the sunset reflected off of Mt Rainier with Emura's tits pressed against the glass. Four stories up, anyone could have seen them from the street, but neither of them cared or noticed.

After that they fucked slowly in the glow of the fireplace admiring the glistening of each other's bodies in warm, low light. With each gentle thrust her enormous tits jiggled hypnotically and she enjoyed watching his abs and chest ripple and coil every time he shoved his cock insider her.

They fucked much more aggressively on top of the bar. Emura gripped the countertop with white knuckles and listened intently to the vigorous clapping of warm flesh against warm flesh. John increased his pace even more while pulling her long blonde/orange hair and he saw the glow of her eyes reflected in the liquor cabinet. However that worked, it was unbelievably hot.

They kept going well after nightfall, until finally he started to feel tired out after spilling untold quantities of semen all over Emura and the rest of the room. He collapsed onto one of the couches, exhausted, but satisfied beyond belief.

Emura used more magic to clean herself of his cum, gathering it all into a floating white orb. The last thing John told her to do was that he wanted to see her eat it. She had kept her promise all afternoon to be his whore and so she happily obliged, swallowing the whole floating cum drop at once.

"So, are you like an actual sorceress?" he asked.

"That's right," she said as she snuggled next to him. He draped one of his arms over her shapely, muscular shoulder and she took hold of his hand.

"Is magic easy?" he asked.

"It comes easy for me," she said, "But I'm not like other women."

"That's for sure," he said, "Now that we know each other intimately, can you tell me what you are?"

"Not yet," she said, "That's still confidential."

He groaned in frustration and she relented somewhat.

"Fine," she said, "I'm a magical creature, and this body isn't my true form."

"I suspected as much," he said, "But where are you from. Originally."

"I was born in Greece 1100 years ago," she said.

"1100?" he asked, "You're not lowballing your age on me now are you?" She laughed and shook her head.

"Did you have to learn magic," he asked, "or does it come naturally?"

"I've always been powerful magically," she said, "but there was a fey sorceress who you've probably heard of who taught me to control it."

"I have?" he asked, "Who?"

"That's still confidential," she said. He sighed in frustration.

"Greece huh," he said, "Are you an Amazon?"

"In so far as I'm a woman who can handle herself in a warzone," she said, "but no, that tribe was extinct long before I was born. I didn't even learn to fight in Greece, I was was actually trained by Valkyries."

"Are you a nymph?" he asked.

"No."

"A goddess?"

"Getting warmer but not quite," she said, "Don't worry your little head over it, you'll probably find out in two days." Then she stood up and gathered all of her lingerie off the floor and he sniffed himself.

"Woof!" he grimaced, "May please borrow your shower again?"

"Only if I get to join you," she smirked. He grinned and they both ran to the bathroom.