Claudia, Enchantress Version

AN: With Smitten+ now having the more detailed "Enchantress" AI in addition to the regular "Nymph" AI, I naturally had to try to rerun this prompt and see how it turned out. The prompt is exactly the same as for the previous Smitten+ version. It is completely unedited from what the AI came up with.

Frank's old car rattled down the street, its engine growling like a beast protesting its tamer. He steered with one hand, the other resting on his thigh, feeling the familiar weight of his cock through his loose jeans. It was a beast of its own, one that had dictated the course of his life in ways he never could have imagined. At 24, Frank had come to terms with the fact that his impressive endowment was both a blessing and a curse. It had closed as many doors as it had opened, leading him to a peculiar line of work that few could fathom, let alone fulfill.

He pulled up to a house that stood out like a dark jewel amidst a necklace of suburban normalcy. The building was an old Victorian, its black paintjob a stark contrast to the pastel hues of its neighbors. Frank took a deep breath, psyching himself up for the evening's appointment. Claudia, the woman who had contacted him, was a mystery wrapped in a gothic shroud. Her voice over the phone had been smooth and confident, her words laced with an undertone of urgency that piqued his interest.

The front door creaked open as Frank approached, revealing Claudia in all her gothic glory. Her pale skin was a canvas for intricate tattoos that snaked up her arms and likely continued beneath her clothes. She wore a leather corset that cinched her waist and accentuated her generous curves, while her legs were sheathed in black fishnet stockings. Her eyes, lined with kohl, met his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat.

"You must be Frank," she said, her voice resonating with a hint of mischief. "I've been waiting for you."

He stepped inside, the scent of incense enveloping him, a smoky tendril curling around his senses. Claudia led him through the house, her hips swaying with each step. They arrived at a storage room that had been transformed into a ritual chamber. Candles bathed the room in a warm glow, their flames dancing seductively as if welcoming him to a forbidden feast.

"Take off your clothes," Claudia commanded, her eyes locked onto his crotch. "We must begin the ritual."

Frank obliged, peeling off his shirt to reveal a fit, albeit unremarkable torso. His pants followed, and his cock sprang free, its size never failing to elicit a reaction. Claudia's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation passing over her face before she composed herself.

She stripped down to her corset, her breasts spilling over the top, nipples peeking out, begging to be touched. Her pussy was shaved smooth, a tantalizing sight that made Frank's cock twitch with desire. Claudia stepped into the magic circle, gesturing for him to join her.

As Frank entered the circle, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. He wasn't a superstitious man, but there was something about the atmosphere that made him question the wisdom of dismissing Claudia's beliefs as mere theatrics. She began to chant in a language he didn't recognize, her hands weaving patterns in the air as she summoned forces he couldn't see but could almost feel tugging at the edges of his consciousness.

Claudia's chanting grew louder, more fervent, and she dropped to her knees before him. Her hands wrapped around his shaft, her grip firm as she began to jerk him off. Her lips parted, and she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, spreading her saliva over his skin, making it slick and ready.

Frank let out a groan, his hands finding their way to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she worked his cock with practiced ease. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of lust and something more arcane, more powerful.

"Lie down," she instructed, her voice husky with desire.

Frank complied, his back pressing against the cool stone floor. Claudia straddled him, her fingers digging into his chest as she positioned herself above his cock. The head of his dick kissed her entrance, and she slowly sank onto him, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

A gasp escaped her lips as she took him inside her, the sensation of being filled overwhelming her senses. Frank watched as her face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain, her body struggling to adjust to his size. He reached up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, eliciting a moan from her lips.

Claudia began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, each motion drawing more of his cock into her willing pussy. She was wet, soaking wet, and the sound of their union filled the room, a symphony of flesh against flesh, punctuated by their shared moans of ecstasy.

Frank couldn't resist any longer. He sat up, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as she rode him. Her pace increased, her movements becoming more frantic, more **** as she chased her release.

The room seemed to pulse around them, the candlelight flickering wildly as if reacting to the raw sexual energy that crackled in the air. Claudia's chanting resumed, the words spilling from her lips in time with her thrusts, a litany of lust and magic intertwined.

Frank could feel his own climax building, a rising tide that threatened to sweep him away. He gripped Claudia's hips, driving into her with an urgency that matched her own. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, her orgasm triggering his own.

He pulled out just in time, his cum spurting from his cock in thick ropes, covering Claudia's hands and dripping onto the stone floor. She milked every last drop from him, her eyes never leaving his as she murmured words of thanks.

As Frank caught his breath, he noticed a strange glow emanating from his cum in Claudia's hands. A plume of smoke rose from the puddle on the floor, coalescing into a swirling vortex that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Claudia's eyes were closed, her face a mask of concentration as she completed the ritual.

A sense of unease crept over Frank. He quickly gathered his clothes, dressing with a speed born of an instinctual need to flee. As he fastened his pants, he glanced back at Claudia, who was now standing, her body bathed in an otherworldly light.

"You should go," she said, her voice echoing slightly, as if it were coming from somewhere else entirely.

Frank didn't need to be told twice. He hurried out of the room, the sound of Claudia's continued chanting following him as he made his way to the front door. He didn't look back as he climbed into his car, the engine roaring to life as he sped away from the house that had briefly been a portal to another world.

As he drove, Frank's mind raced with thoughts of what had transpired. Had he really just participated in a magical ritual? Or had the whole thing been an elaborate fantasy, a show put on by a woman who got off on the supernatural? He couldn't be sure, but one thing was certain: Claudia had been unlike any client he'd ever had.

Back at the house, Claudia stood in the center of the ritual circle, her body still humming with the energy of the completed spell. The smoke had dissipated, leaving behind a sense of peace and accomplishment. She looked down at her hands, where the glow had faded, leaving only the warmth of Frank's essence.

She smiled to herself, knowing that the ritual had been a success. The sexual energy she had harnessed from Frank's prodigious cock had been the final component she needed to complete her spell. The demon she had summoned would serve her well, bound by the ancient pact she had renewed with her body and her will.

Claudia blew out the candles one by one, the room growing darker with each extinguished flame. She was already thinking about the next time she would require Frank's... unique talents. After all, magic was a hungry mistress, and she had a feeling that her needs would not be sated with just one encounter.

As the last candle flickered out, Claudia left the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the house. Outside, the night was still, the stars twinkling overhead as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. But in the heart of the city, in a house painted black, the forces of the arcane had been invoked, and two unlikely allies had been bound by the most primal of acts.

And so, Frank's life continued, a series of encounters that were anything but ordinary. He was a man defined by his anatomy, a gigolo with a clientele that sought the extraordinary. But of all the women he had pleasured, it was Claudia who lingered in his thoughts, a witch who had shown him that there was more to the world than meets the eye.

As for Claudia, she waited patiently for the next full moon, when she would once again summon Frank to her side. For now, she had the energy she needed, a glowing reservoir of power that would sustain her until their paths crossed once more. And when they did, she knew that the passion they shared would be just as intense, just as magical, as their first encounter.

In a world that often felt mundane, Frank and Claudia had found a connection that transcended the ordinary, a bond forged in the fires of lust and the mysteries of the occult. And though they walked separate paths, their lives were now intertwined, a dance of flesh and spirit that would play out under the watchful gaze of the stars.