Apprentice: Page 3

I woke up to the sensation of my blanket being moved. My room was nearly pitch black, but I could just discern a red face looking at me.

"Samara?"

"No, it's Santa Claus. Of course, it's me."

"Why are you in my room?"

"Just wanted to check in on my warlock."

"I am... Alive."

"Yeah, I can feel that."

She giggled, and her thigh rubbed against my cock. She bit her lip seductively.

"Seems like you're ready to play."

My hand slid over her hip, grabbing her ass firmly.

"Well, I am already awake."

She smiles, then sank away from me, out of my small range of visibility in the dark room. I summoned a small ball of fire in my palm, enough to cast a dramatic orange glow on Samara's red face.

One of her delicate hands wrapped around my cock, the other fondling my balls.

"I didn't get a chance to take this bad boy for a spin last time. I say we right that."

She kissed the angry red tip of my cock, sending shivers up my spine. Slowly, teasingly, she lubricated my length, licking over every square inch, until my shaft was glistening. I wrapped my hands around her horns, feeling the smooth, ivory-like texture. She looked up at me, smiling.

"Well, don't just hold them."

I took the cue and gently pulled her down, sliding my cock into her mouth. She rolled her eyes, wrapped her hands around mine, and then slammed her head down.

I slid into her throat with ease, and she wasn't even fazed. She cocked an eyebrow at me, a wordless question.

"Got it?"

And I did. I used her throat like a Fleshlight, roughly pulling her head down. Spit dripped down, covering my balls. Yet, all the while, she just let me keep going, never stopping to breathe or even breaking eye contact. She seemed perfectly content to let me fuck her throat. But now, it was now I who had other plans.

I pulled her head off of my throbbing manhood.

"Awww. I'm not finished, I want my reward"

Her eyes widened.

"Unless you want to finish somewhere else..."

Wordlessly, I pulled her up till we were face to face.

"Oh, look at you, taking charge. That's kinky."

I pressed my lips against hers, while my hands moved down, feeling her powerful biceps. Even though she let me move her around, the power difference between us was clear. She was literally on an entirely different level of power.

I flipped her over, pinning her between me and the bed. Her legs wrapped around me, pressing my cock against her pussy.

"Whatcha waiting for?"

I slid into her, and both of us gasped. She was so tight and hot around me.

"Bleeding hells..."

I slid out of her, eliciting a familiar groan from her. It felt so right, me thrusting into her, her arms and legs wrapped around me, our lips locked together.

I could feel her skin getting hotter, and was vaguely aware of steam rising off of her skin. She opened her mouth as if to scream, but no sound came out. Instead, I felt the muscles in her arms and legs tense. Her velvet walls gripped my cock like a vice, and I came. My cum flowed into her, then overflowed back around my cock. We held each other as we went through of mutual orgasms.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

I laid down next to her, and she pulled herself against me. Neither of us moved, we just held each other for the next few minutes. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, or when she left, but she wasn't there when I woke up.

I knew I hadn't dreamt it, though, because the sheet that covered my mattress was covered in black scorch marks.