She doesn’t let you yet

She can feel you getting close in her hands, and pulls out a thin metal rod with a large bulb at the end. “No no… not yet. I need it more concentrated than a quick handjob will do…” she says as she lubes the rod and to your dismay slides it down your shaft before resuming. Now, you are stuck in the edge but plugged and unable to cum, try as your body might.

“No no no!!! Please! It’s good, let me cum? I didn’t agree to this! Nooooo!” You beg, plead, and whine in near ecstasy, as she ignores you and continues her rough but skilled handjob,

You quickly lose track of time, this mage cruelly maintaining her pace until an unknown goal is reached. Eventually, though, she ties a string to the end of the rod, and steps fully out of the circle while muttering some gutteral dialect under her breath. When she finally pulls the string, the sounding rod pops free, and your body violently begins to cum, your spawning body spraying it three feet in all directions. You are so distracted by the biggest orgasm of your if you don’t notice the circle glowing red, as if a red light barrier encompasses it, or the fact that suddenly something is standing over you.