Try and... fail

Aaralon closed his eyes. He started to visualise the magic essence which would form his spell... and found himself nearly forehead down on the ground, the device's weight supporting his legs, his backside **** up into the air and his cock left to hang freely in the air between his legs. He was getting hard. He couldn't help it. It was magic - and it wasn't his magic.

He tried to concentrate again. He kept his eyes closed. He tried to summon back the magic glyphs in his mind that would form the spell... and the phallic shaft angled at his ass pushed forwards. It wasn't much of a push but it was enough for the magic cock to enter him. Camila was about to fuck his ass with a magic dildo!

Fingers curled around his cock. Camila whispered, "Ah, my fuck toy. I have you now. Miles away from the College." She began to pump him. Her fingers quickly tugged on his erect shaft, travelling up and down his cock, jerking him off.

His hands where on the ground, he had to push down just to avoid twisting his neck as Camila's chair-device **** him down in front. Aaralon gave up trying to keep his eyes closed. He stole a peak. The could see upwards. The magic chair device was a shadow-black colour that seemed to cling to his legs in two narrow strips and other bands of the strange material had encircled his arms, ankles and neck.

He could see his cock. It was proud and erect - if it wasn't for his situation, his ****, he would have been proud of his size. It spiked into the air above his head.

Camila's fingers worked their wonder, expertly masturbating her captive. Aaralon didn't want to cum. It was clear that if he climaxed he?d spill his seed all over his face.

The shadow dildo pushed further into his ass.

Camila changed her pace, slowing the rhythm of her pumping fingers down and to Aaralon's delight-cum-horror the small black dildo up his ass picked up the new pace.

As the woman stroked his cock, as she **** him to accept her hand job, the shadow device fucked his backside.

He came. Camila gasped in pleasure as Aaralon's thick spunk dribbled over her fingers and spilled on to his face. He'd been **** to watch her fingers fuck him, **** into an almost bent double position by the shadow magic. Aaralon gasped too. He was spent. He was fucked.