Act Like A Mage - Part 2

“Mmmmphh!” Surprisingly, Otrov didn’t try to spit the makeshift gag out of her mouth. Once she felt John’s cock jabbing at her backdoor, the initial pain and surprise caused by his actions provided a sobering effect for the rogue that shocked her out of the stupor his spells had left her in... but she didn’t use her clear head to try and pull away from him. She merely yelled at him, through panty-laden lips, and then huffed and puffed hoarsely for a breath of air not stained with the scent and taste of her own cunt.

John didn’t know if it was because she could feel his stronger hands on her hips or if she was stilled by the knowledge of the fact that he could have brought her to orgasm with a single spell again at any moment and stole the fight out of her that way, but for whatever reason, Otrov didn’t try to fight back against him at all after that. In a way, it was like he had won. When he pushed against her dry, pink pucker, she squeaked and squealed like he expected she might, but she didn’t stop him. She didn’t even reach back to try and point him at the right hole. Instead, John watched as the rogue lowered her head until her cheek was left resting in the grass, dug her fingers into the dirt, and grit her teeth together as he firmly pushed and prodded at her little ring.

In a way, it was like she had finally been **** out of the dominant role.

Part of him wanted to continue at the pace they had started with even after he watched her begin to spread her legs to ease the penetration. He was fine with the idea of taking what he wanted from her like she had told him to, but doing only that and then walking away because he had got what he wanted seemed like it would be the wrong answer. He didn’t want something brief.

He wanted Otrov to remember this… so the next time she stopped shouting at him again to catch her breath and spread her legs just a bit wider for him, John reached down and rewarded her submissive actions by flicking his fingers across her clit. His touch shot through her core like a bolt of lightning, shocking Otrov hard enough to make her buck and jump as his fingers pushed another charge of Rememory into her body and rubbed thin rivers of pussy juice out of her twitching cunt. If not for the hand he had on her waist, she would have rolled away from him, moaning and groaning as a barrage of sensations threw her mind back out of her control again, but he held her in place.

“Be a good girl,” he told her and pressed his hips forward again. This time his spell **** her body to relax for him, and his shoving caused her pretty little rosebud to stretch and squeeze against his tip like a kiss from warm lips. “Open up,” he ordered, and when her legs slid further apart, he rewarded her again with another use of his Rememory ability and smiled as his spell caused the rogue to slowly arch her back down and groan. The effects of his last casting didn’t even end before the new ones took effect. While John was still focused on trying to push himself into Alanah’s ass, the rogue devolved into a short series of squeaks and shivers as a dozen different sensations **** her eyes to roll up into the back of her head. She twitched and shook harder and harder as each second passed, until finally, something in the rogue seemed to snap.

It was impossible to tell if Alanah took it upon herself to pick up the pace… or her body simply thrashed backwards in response to everything he was doing. Either way, she made herself the one to cause the initial penetration. Her body lurched back against him with a sudden burst of strength so strong that she nearly knocked the Gamer back on his ass. She did manage to throw him off balance, even as he slipped inside her with a loud, wet pop and another groan, but he recovered before her body even settled…

… and then he rewarded her again, and Otrov’s head fell limply against the dirt. She didn’t even hear him the next time he praised her. She just shivered harder and harder as he pushed up against her pillowy ass and sank into her guts. Wave after wave of goosebumps simultaneously ran down her spine and seemingly crawled away from the air around John as he got closer and closer to her, like the sensation was radiating off him. When he got close enough for her ass to touch him, and mold into the shape of his lap, the rogue tensed… and then shrieked. Her legs shot out straight beneath her, tensing as an aching knot in her gut wound tighter and tighter. Her stomach clenched and shivered, as the full length of his member **** a small bulge to appear on her abdomen, before the muscles in her gut fell slack as John pulled back for another thrust. The bump on her belly moved with the Gamer as he drew his hips back, sliding down towards her crotch, until he got far enough away for the outline of his member to nearly disappear. Though, he never made it all the way back for a full thrust. He stopped as soon the rogue arched her back and screamed.

For a moment, John thought that he had hurt her. She started shaking and thrashing around so violently that he thought she was trying to pull away from him… but whenever he tried to lift up to let her go, she shoved back against him hard enough to make his balls slap against her clit and squeezed her ass down on his cock so tightly that it made his knees weak. After a while, he realized that she wanted him to stay hilted in her butt… so he paused there until she finished shaking and relaxed, mounted on her upturned ass like she had become some kind of perverted seat. It wasn’t hard to give her what she wanted, not when her ass kept squeezing on him like she was trying to milk the cum out of him. He realized he didn’t even need to thrust to get off. Her butt kept squeezing him in rippling waves, clenching from the tip of his member all the way down to the base every time she so much as shivered.

When his orgasm finally crept up on him too, it came upon him slowly and pleasantly. His cock flexed just enough to cause the rogue to squeal again, and roll her head into the dirt, before John closed his eyes and sighed as he began to shoot his load out in her ass. A sticky, wet warmth enveloped the tip of his cock before his first shot of cum had even finished firing, a warmth that only began to rise up along the sides of his shaft as his orgasm went on. When it reached the base of his member, the gentle spurting sounds of his cum squirting out of her ass around the sides of his cock echoed in his ears. After a while, it pooled beneath them, dripping off her still-clenched thighs and his heavy, pulsing balls.

It took even longer for Otrov to come back down from her orgasm. When she did, she looked back at him with a reddened face and a loopy stare before she spat her makeshift gag out of her mouth and groaned. John didn’t wait for her to speak, he just stood and pulled himself out of her now-gaping pucker with another loud pop and a soft sigh. Once he stepped away, the rogue flinched as a torrent of his cum followed after him. Surprisingly, she didn’t moan at that. She smiled and her eyes fluttered at the sensation, but she saved her voice for the moment when the stream pouring out of her finally tapered off.

“I think…” the rogue paused to catch her breath, “... I may have wet dreams about that one later,” she said, and the casual tone in her voice caused John to laugh. “... But next time I’m in charge,” she added after, and John shook his head.

“No, thank you,” he grunted, and Otrov cast him a quick glare over her shoulder. “As satisfying as this all was, you’re not exactly my type, Alanah. Once our business is done, I imagine you’ll have to go running for the hills anyways. I don’t think your next interaction with your boss will end well if you decide to stay.” Otrov didn’t even blink; once she had her breath back, she steered the conversation back around to what she wanted to talk about like nothing else mattered.

“So you can give it rough, but you can’t take it? Scared?” she asked, and John cocked an eyebrow at her. For once, he decided not to play her little game and instead focused on dressing himself back up again. He was thankful for an instant that the two of them had fallen to the dirt in someone’s yard instead of in a nearby alleyway. The shade of nearby trees didn’t provide much cover when it came to dressing himself, but one look at his darkened hands was enough to provide him minor relief-

His heart felt like it skipped a beat before he could finish tucking his cock back into his pant leg. His hands were dark… and dirty, but seemingly normal. Otrov, on the other hand, was not. Her whole body was still glimmering with the faint outline of mana and light, like she was still trapped in an illusion… but he was not. As far as he could tell, he was completely visible… a suspicion that was confirmed to be true when his whole body was washed over with short, quick waves of flashing blue and red lights.

“Oh, you bitch.” The words slipped out of his mouth without even thinking about it. Someone shouted the word ‘police!’ at him as John finally finished zipping himself up. John paused when he saw two horrified faces staring at him on the edge of his vision. The elderly couple that owned the yard that John and Otrov had stopped in for a quick fling were crouched down a couple dozen feet away, hiding behind the corner of a nearby bench and pointing at him.

“That’s him! That’s the degenerate!”

“Consider this a parting gift, Newman,” Otrov giggled at him, and with a wave of her hand, her outfit straightened and closed back up until her body looked spotless again… save for the healthy flush on her cheeks and the spot of sweat covering her forehead. “And a healthy reminder. I’m not a sub, either, asshole. Don’t forget that.”

“If you do this, you’re going to stop me from doing my job,” he said, and then paused to watch as the rogue stood up… and then began walking away.

“If something as simple as this stops you from doing your part, then you weren’t going to be the one to accomplish the deed anyways. Remember, you’re a mage. Act like one,” she said, and then disappeared around the corner of the elderly couple’s house. John didn’t get the chance to call out after her. Even if he could have, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. Best case scenario, he managed to get her to come back and help him, but he left with the cops knowing what he looked like and imprinted upon them the idea that he was crazy when he went out shouting to an invisible ****. Worse case, he made himself seem crazy anyways and Otrov cast an illusion on him to make him appear like he was still naked or something else he hadn’t yet thought of. Either way, a new conversation started before he ever got the chance to open his mouth. One he once again wasn’t looking forward to as a familiar blonde cop swayed into his line of sight.

“Well, hey there, treasure~!”