Keep It.

You ponder for a long while, Nala waiting patiently for your answer. You consider how hellish your day has been and how awful it would be to hide this for the rest of your life. A normal life would be forever beyond your reach. But then again, wouldn't that be true for anyone else who took up this burden? Hands shaking, you turn to Nala with tears forming in your eyes.

"I'll be your vessel," you tell her, voice cracking. "I can't let this happen to anyone else."

She looks at you in stunned silence.

"Are you sure?" she finally asks. "True, you've handled it better than most, but this has only been one day."

You wipe your eyes and nod, "You said it yourself, most people couldn't have handled it as well as me. So, I guess I'm the best one for the job, eh?"

She smiles and then laughs, "I like you. In fact, your determination inspires me. If you so wish, I could teach you more about magic. You'd make a fine justicar."

You blink. You never would have thought you'd be offered a job as a magical cop some day.

"Just like that?" you ask skeptically.

She shrugs, "Hardly. You've helped fight off a powerful being on two occasions, acted selflessly and with discretion, and have already agreed to be a safeguard for humanity. It isn't much of a stretch to hold out an olive branch to let you continue to do more of the same. Besides, with the level of control you've exhibited I'd wager you're perfect for the arcane arts. Though, I won't **** you down this or any other path. The choice is, as always, yours."

Nala encouraged you to think it over for a few days and you did. It began with basic lessons involving breathing and a lot of sitting still and trying to feel various energies around you. You were seriously skeptical at first but Nala always knew just when to show off a bit of her abilities, shapeshifting, hurling around lightning, to show you what you could one day accomplish. The only problem was how all this training affected your "special problem". The power Nala had stolen from the creature reacted every time you tried to use magic, meaning you became unbearably horny nearly every time. What's more, feeding that hunger could empower you but at the risk of you losing control. But Nala's teaching methods were nothing if not thorough. Whether it was a quick blowjob in the bathroom at your part-time job or sneaking into your room at night for a four hour fuckfest she always had your back. Or, had you on your back.

But not tonight! Finally, after years of study and a few field assignments that pushed your skills to their limits the Council has officially recognized you as an adept justicar, no longer an apprentice! Only Nala doesn't quite see it that way.

"I have one final test for you," she had said after the brief ceremony. "Come meet me in the forest. You know where."

Not knowing what to expect you came prepared with all of your gear, both magical implements and more standard fair, namely a 9mm pistol. Dressed in comfortable clothing that would allow you a full range of motion you enter the woods once again, this time certain you are ready for any challenge that awaits you. On the way to the clearing you picture many different scenarios your teacher may have come up with for your benefit. A duel between master and student, a fight to the **** against some monstrous foe, or perhaps some intricate puzzle to prove you're more than a brute.

You did not expect to find Nala standing naked in the moonlight. When you first arrive you're alone but Nala quickly steps out from behind a tree to greet you without a stitch covering her perfect body. She doesn't look a day over twenty, though you're pretty sure she's well over a hundred years old. You stand awkwardly with your pack full of gear, your clunky combat boots, and the holstered pistol on your hip.

"So... it's that's kinda party, huh?"

Nala can't contain her smile and laughs. You smile back and quickly begin to tear off your gear and clothes. As embarrassed as you might have been from her little trick you'll almost never say no to a good lay. And Nala is the best you've ever had. As you're pulling off your shirt and bra Nala holds up a hand to stop you.

"This is still a test," she explains. "Just not the sort we usually do. I won't see you as anything other than a rookie apprentice until you can best me in your field of expertise. First to finish loses."

You consider that for a moment, concerned. Nala has endurance like a camel after hitting up an oasis. Even with your powers she usually gets two or three orgasms out of you before she finally cums herself, despite your best efforts. But Nala's taught you to never back down from a challenge and you nod with determination. A justicar must be willing to risk everything for the sake of their duty. Besides, this should fun.

Nala let's you finish undressing, your dick already swollen and swinging in the crisp night air. She stares at it hungrily, licking her lips and moving to her knees. You gently grasp her shoulders and lead her back to her feet.

"You're not gonna beat me that easily!" you insist.

She shrugs, "Worth a try. You never could resist my skills."

She licks her lips again for emphasis and you blush as you recall several times you literally begged her to suck you off. Well, tonight isn't gonna be one of those nights! You begin much more gently than usual. Normally the two of you do this out of necessity and you're half mad with lust. Tonight you kiss like lovers, softly exploring the sweetness of her mouth. This goes on for a long while and you wouldn't mind it if the whole test consisted of nothing but this. And yet both your hands do start to roam down familiar trails. She moves along your sides and towards your breasts, as she often does. You gently rub your fingernails down her spine, a new tactic, and are rewarded by a shiver of excitement from her. Before you can register the movement one of her hands has moved down to grasp your throbbing member. You smile even as you continue to kiss her. Tricksy little minx! You try and gently push her down but she resists and begins stroking you while her other hand begins teasing your nipple. With a small mental effort you amplify your physical strength just a little and lift her up into your arms, cradling her soft butt in your hands. She squeals in surprised delight and kisses you more passionately, wrapping her legs around your waist. You can feel a wet heat rubbing against your belly and it fuels a familiar fire within you. A few years ago that burning would have consumed your reasoning as all thoughts began to focus on feeding your hunger. But now it is just another feeling, like a stiff breeze against your cheek, undeniable but ignorable.

You make out with your mentor for several minutes, bodies slowly rubbing against one another as sweat begins to build up between the two of you. With your enhanced strength holding her up is no issue. Neither is suddenly picking her up and spearing her on your hard cock. Nala's eyes widen in shock as she howls into the moonlit night. Seeing your chance at victory you press the attack. You thrust your hips and work your arms into a steady rhythm, stabbing into your teacher again and again. Her cute moans fill you joy not only for the pleasure you both share but for your inevitable victory. Suddenly, electricity shoots up your spine. Your toes curl even as you stand on them and the squeal you let out is far more high pitched than anything you've gotten out of Nala this night. You pause for several seconds as you digest what just happened. Nala grins at you, eyebrow cocked as if to ask, "Is that all you've got?" You have to reposition yourself and Nala a bit to look downward and see a buzzing pink vibrator hanging from your pussy. In the haze of pleasure it takes you three full seconds to figure out what happened. Nala must have hidden it somewhere nearby and, while you were plowing her fields, used a bit of telekinesis to bring it over and start fucking you with it. Even now her will was keeping it pressed deep inside of you. To do that while also having sex was no small feat. No wonder she's the master and you the student.

"Always be aware of your surroundings," she chides.

You grit your teeth and smile back at her. You aren't just a student anymore. Knowing how well Nala can move you can already predict her counter if you try to remove the toy with purely physical means. So instead you go back to fucking her silly, wiping the grin from her face. Feeling your pussy being stuffed with a powerfully vibrating rod while stuffing a hot wet pussy with your own has you a fraction away from orgasm. But sex magic is your area of expertise and you **** your body to obey you through sheer will. Using that sexual frustration as fuel you begin to push against your teacher's spell with your own. Nala must feel your attempt because she closes her eyes and furrows her brow in concentration. You both moan and pant and groan in frustrated tension but slowly you feel the toy begin to slide out. Perhaps gravity, or pure luck, is on your side here. When the toy falls to the ground you stop your hips and gasp. Both you and Nala are panting, eyes glazed over from pleasure. Nala suddenly shifts her weight and you feel yourself tumble to the ground, hitting hard on your butt and back. Nala pins you down and begins grinding on your dick, massaging you in her deepest recesses, a method she often uses to bring you to orgasm. Your voice becomes a fevered pitch and Nala beams in victory. But then her face contorts in confused anguish as she pauses. You smile back up at her.

"Always be aware of your surroundings," you parrot.

While she focused on her physical attack you picked back up on your magical one. Now you have control over the small buzzing toy and you've planted it deep inside her ass. Nala's only ever let you play with her asshole a little bit, with your tongue and fingers, and you suspect it's a weak point for her. A quick jerk of your hips combined with a twist of the toy causes Nala to moan in a **** fashion you've never heard of before. She stays perfectly still as you drill into her, her mouth a constant O as she howls. Only when she cums does she move, shaking like a leaf in a storm. In the final throws of her orgasm you allow yourself release, pulling out to coat her stomach and breasts like confetti celebrating your win as you lose focus and the toy turns off, though Nala's contracting ass keeping it in place.

Nala lets out a long sigh and smiles, "I suppose I can't go calling you apprentice anymore, justicar."

You beam at her recognition. She pulls you up into a hug that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with pride and friendship.

She pulls away and you can't help but say, "I knew you had a sensitive butt!"

She crosses her arms and says, "I most certainly do not!"

You narrow your eyes and mentally turn the toy back on. It hums to life and she twitches like she's cumming again.

"Care to prove it?" you ask, indicating your still hard cock.

You looks from you to it then back again, smiling. You love your job!