Job Training: Theory

Perfectly content, that was the only way Louise could describe how she felt. Yesterday when she’d summoned him she’d been in total shock and disbelief kept her from coming to terms with her deepest desire had just come true.

So complete it had been she’d treated her master like he was just some commoner off the street, but then he’d broken her denial, his every action had impossibly fit her exact wish.

And from this morning to when he'd fingered her and left her a soaking mess before lunch to this moment when the cover of the dinner she'd absconded with a meal for him to her room where she'd found him naked and napping in her bed reeking of sex after class, it had Louise feeling dizzy with attraction for his confidence.

Now mounting Toin’s nude form on his lap in only her nightie and underwear made her feel warm, fuzzy, and liquefying her womanhood as she fed him like a ****.

Yes, she a daughter of a duke, and she was acting servile to her own familiar, that so ravishingly handsome that every girl in the school lusted after him, his powerful magnetic presence that only grew by the hour and his divinity made physical in his holy manhood that stood pressing on her butt.

Giggling as heat swelled in her tiny bosom -That he liked!- as he groaned in delight enjoying the taste of the food for nobility as he finished his meal.

“Mrhmm, oh this is some good food. But, I need something sweet to chase it down with.” Toin said before he forcefully captured her lips, filling her mind with a pleasant buzz as he took what was his.

Louise had to use all her willpower to not squirmed in happiness at this inversion of the natural order, a familiar, a commoner familiar being treated like nobility by its own master, exhilaration coursed through her body and the feeling of his fingers playing across her derriere left her empty molten core yearning for its defilement at the whims of her familiar.

Her face burned as she was blushing like virginal maiden awaiting her husband on their wedding. No, not her husband, but another man as she’d promised to save herself only for Toin. By his sacred member he’d deflower her at his desire.

Leaning further into her kiss Louise’s heart swelled with admiration for her beautiful master, the crystallization of proof of her nobility, treating her a mage, a noble and his rightful master as a lowly common slut.

Surging with heat at those thoughts she moaned into Toin’s mouth as his tongue invaded her mouth, hers met his overwhelming invasion by signaling her surrender to his lust. And at his touches she reluctantly ended their make out and turned around to face away from him.

It was her duty to obey. As here without witnesses, he was the master and she was the familiar.

“God, you’ve got such a sexy little body, and it's all mine isn’t that right Louise.” Toin rumbled as he groped one of her meager breasts neatly cupped in his hand.

Her heart fluttered and air around her felt cold compared to the boiling heat inside her. “Ah! Y-yes, my body is yours to use as you wish. Please, please use me more mmm-Toin!” Louise instantly wanted to kick herself, why could she think of him master in her thoughts, but she couldn’t speak it even when it was at the tip of her tongue!

Shivering as Toin’s fingers skimmed down her belly, their light touch left tingling lines giving her goosebumps as that hand found her womanhood leaking with her desire for him. She made cute needy sounds he stroked her lower lips, his rough rubbing of her clit burned her up as she felt on fire with pleasure that came in rapid bursts as she was treated like a instrument. He controlled the pitch and tone of her moans by how he strummed her pussy and clit.

“Toin, ahah! Toin!” Louise uttered her master’s name with reverence, desperately in her mind she yearned to return the pleasure, to be his little commoner whore.

Toin was already using what was hers as his own, a familiar was an extension of a mage’s person so anything that was hers was his. She shivered as the memory of the thick scent of sex that had assaulted her senses when she’d entered her own room.

Scratching at her mind was a curiosity of who Toin had laid with, had it been a maid? Or -Louise felt hotter at the thought- had he gone above his station and defiled a noblewoman, treating them a commoner or like a beast or **** such as herself? It made her mouth water at the implication she'd be sleeping surrounded by the scent of other women he'd claimed.

Dimly through the fog of heady pleasure Louise watched as on the table Toin opened the strange device he had been using before dinner. Her eyes widened when it it lit up then like a wind magic illusion displayed images that Toin interacted with.

“I-is that magic?” She asked with a trembling voice from the stroking of his fingers between her folds.

“Nah, its science, a little something from my home world! Anyone can use it.” He confidently replied. “And it’s going to help you skip a lot of your inexperience.”

Louise keened as a burst of heat wracked her body, Toin had again met her fantasy as she’d dreamed of her familiar being a man from another world with strange devices that defied magical explanation.

She with rapt attention watched in fascination as the white arrow on the bright image of glass towers that scraped the sky that two other boys stood beside her familiar posing among, it glided around following the skilled dexterous motions of his fingers on the flat black pad, Toin’s skill was mirror as his finger wiggled into her, the digit felt so big as her inner walls clamped down in pleasure on the intrusion as he pet the ceiling of her passage.

“Now where’s that folder Risa helped put together of things to try.” Toin muttered as strange boxes appeared, then rapidly shifted and changed.

Louise whimpered as he removed his finger, the loss of his presence left her feeling hollow without it as he raised the hand she’d dirtied to her mouth.

Wrapping her hands around his wrist she lapped at his hand like an affectionate loyal hound -the thought her her being on the same level as a bitch pleasurably prickled her spine- tasting her tangy flavor as her tongue licked up her fluids, shivering as it mixed with the taste of Toin’s skin. She couldn’t get enough of the demeaning notion her action held.

Then a black box filled the illusion that changed to a voluptuous woman dressed in the most indecent fashion, having only strings with a tiny patch of fabric covering her shame while her melon sized breasts were bare and presented toward her while the shameless woman wore a sultry expression as she blew a kiss to Toin.

Louise’s hips moved on their own, absentmindedly stroking her mound up the length of the taut skin of Toin’s broad pole, spreading her leaking need all over him as she watched entranced by the woman shown slowly accepting a cock worthy of nobility, yet utterly inferior to Toin’s.

Its obscene framing of the the mans glans resting on the pink cushion of the woman’s tongue, the curve she gave it to erotically act as a guide into her mouth taking the man in inch by inch made Louise’s womanhood ache with desire as her mouth open miming the woman, feverishly she groaned as Toin slid his finger along her tongue just like the cock in the illusion.

Wrapping her lips around his digit imitating the woman doing the same with the noble cock in the vision was intoxicating, she suckled on his finger in tandem with the women slowly bobbing her head.

“Careful with your teeth Louise.” Toin mentored as he slid his finger along her tongue, changing fingers to ensure there was a reminder of her **** and pathetic desire as a familiar for her master.

Musing Louise as she watching the bobbing of Toin’s jaw aching large glans how the soft warmth of Toin’s finger compared to how the hot, throbbing slab of flesh she straddled would feel inside her mouth.

“Look at you Louise, sucking like a champ just by watching a slut go at it. You want to try the real thing, don’t you Louise?” Toin whispered into her ear.

Louise affirmatively moaned her desire gyrating her hips grinding herself on his divine cock in revelation to further service her masters cock, her each languide brush of her soaked panties on the stiff flesh fluttered the wings of the butterflies her stomach in excitement.

“Touch it. Get to know what I’ll eventually be cast your pussy in the shape of.” He commanded.

Her hands trembled as she mustered the bravery to lay her hands on the celestial flesh as a supplicant, the slick skin had such a pleasant warmth, like during the winter when she huddled around the fireplace.

Marveling at how small her hands were compared to Toin’s girth, the sticky mess flowing between her fingers as she stroked Toin’s member. While with her tongue she worshiped it like the woman in the illusion did the cock she carnally swallowed, the whores hand pumping the length she couldn’t fit.

The sound of Toin’s shaking sharp breath he took as his prick pulsed within her hand, was pure euphoria to her ears. His pleasure was her own of a hot white spike of pleasure. Louise wanted more, if this was what her hands could do, then…

Louise closed her thighs around his cock, bucking her hips as she drew the Toin’s cock against her body, its tip smearing its leaking heated thick fluid along her cheek as her hand stroked the underside of his cock, pleasuring the gargantuan phallus, delighting in learning every part of it, from the bulging veins to crackled lines on his ballsack.

“Ooh, that’s good Louise.” Toin groan bucking his thighs through her legs, its passage chafing on her lower lips, and pressing his hot wet tip into her cheek. He played with her tongue languidly removing his last finger which she’d glazed now clean from her mouth.

“Now for the real thing.” Toin said, nudged his cock, drawing a slick warm line of pre along her cheek.

Louise impatiently lurched turning her head to finally accept Toin’s fat cockhead, the sheer size of just his tip plugged her mouth the smooth hot skin pushed on her lips as the fat bead of pre-cum attached to it burst coating her tongue in its thick nearly sweet taste.

When Toin grabbed the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair and pushing her forward had her almost cumming and heart pounding at the sheer wrongness of her own familiar forcing her to pleasure him. It was evious she saw the woman in the illusion head held between the mans hands holding her still as he ravaged her mouth for his own satisfaction, the whores gagging was oil spilling onto hungry flames of her lust.

Time seems to crawl as her jaw slowly opened to accept his bulbous head, its polished skin sliding past Louise’s lips into her mouth, she happily keened as finally the ridge of his glans popped past her lips and time started back up, her mouth was stuff by just his burning hot cockhead she wiggled her tongue against the wide tip of flicking the slit of his penis.

“Shit, even your mouth is tight. Man there’s no room to move like this, so why don’t you show me what you’ve seen Louise?” Toin groaned tilting her head around exploring her mouth with his tip poking it into her cheeks.

Copying the other woman’s slutty moan she tilted her head to bathe every inch of the sensitive skin of his tip, her tongue clumsily swirled and lapped with desperation to return the pleasure he given her using her whole body.

Gyrating her hips she grinded the divine prodigious length that couldn’t enter her mouth within the trap of earthly desires of her mound and thighs, her whole body swayed rubbing the top against her stomach, across the soft fabric of her nightie and rolling his shaft over her budding breasts flicking it with her rock hard nipples. While her hands skimmed along the bottom of his prick and played with those boulders he had for testicles.

Louise lost herself to the sensation of Toin’s body heat on her back, the fiery hot pillar of wanton heavenly passion going up her front from between her legs and the scalding flesh that filled her mouth. Her actions were rewarded by a torrents of his precum leaking into her mouth that she swallowed down filling her belly with his desire. The world felt as if it was floating away from the intoxicating pleasure she’d found servicing Toin.

At last she found where she’d belonged, a worthless mage at the knees of an amazing familiar that outshone her utterly, a man, a master she could devote her being towards as if he were her friend Princess Henriette.

She was pulled from her ocean of pleasure as Toin’s cock twitched, jolting her head from the strength of sign of his oncoming orgasm, the lurid illusion had ended long ago ending her instruction, so she improvised by rolling her head rubbing his cockhead on the roof of mouth earning her another powerful twitch as her tongue attacked from underneath.

Toin’s growl in her ears was like lightning dancing along her spine as in her hand she felt the contraction of his ballsack an instant before a flood of hot spunk poured into her mouth, and like a lit fuse her world exploded into her own climax with him as she gushed all over his cock.

Even battered by the waves of mind numbing pleasure Louise swallowed desperately to keep up with the endless river of holy seed, and she failed as she sputtered and gagged letting the creamy substance spill out from her near vacuumed sealed lips and cascading down her chin like a warm waterfall of virility.

Gulping down the last swell of cum Louise gasped as his softened dick left her mouth along with her strength she fell back onto her strong familiar who wrapped his arms around her holding her in his lap.

Toin chuckled as his fingers played across her flat stomach. “That was fun, I can’t wait to explore the rest of your lithe body. Heh, I’ll show you how to use this so you can do some ‘self study’ while I’m busy.” Toin said placing a kiss on a clean patch of her cheek.

Louise tiredly and happily mewled like a kitten in the lap of its owner as she rested against her masters body sleepily, fidgeting as his hot cum flowed down her body reminding her they’d have to separate to bath.

She kicked the thought to the side in favor of luxuriating like a pet in Toin’s lap for a little longer.