Tantric training

You so badly want to begin... the training. Yes, Indra's training. That's what you want. The sooner she... trains you... the sooner you can continue your quest. The sooner you continue your quest, the sooner you'll be able to confront the daemons, and then... oh goddess... and your master's cock... yes!

No, wait... learning to resist it. No, not resisting, enjoying every pussy-splitting moment of each fat daemon cock that thrusts inside... No! But...

Somewhere in your hallucinations, you try to mutter the words, "Teach me." though it's entirely possible that all that came out of your mouth is gibberish. You're barely aware of scrambling to tear your clothes off and attempting to tackle the witch in the process. You're able to get your top off, revealing your pert breasts and the delightfully hot, glowing rune on your belly... everything is becoming a blur...

To her credit, Indra has more than enough discipline for the both of you. She has managed to pin you to the chair, her face buried in your succulent snatch. You couldn't tear your way out of your pants before she got to you, and that won't do at all, but you can't find the strength to overpower your partner, who is content to breathe in your arousal and tease you to an ever higher plane of arousal.

Why won't she throw you down and take you? That's all you want - for her to make you her bitch. Mmm... to just cum over and over again, feed master and feel him grow more powerful inside you! But, to your frustration, Indra isn't even trying to fuck you yet! You try to wriggle out of her grasp, but she's clamped her arms around your hips, and you can't even manage to rock the chair off-balance and topple to the ground. Damn her! You just want to fuck!

You grab Indra's face and try to press it into your crotch, but you make brief eye-contact with her and pause for a moment. "Sabine," Has she been talking to you this entire time and you've only heard her now? "... find my voice..."

No, your pussy is too hot, and her words are too cumbersome. "Fuck me!" Is the most coherent response you can form. What you really want to say is that you want her to grind against your greedy cunt so badly, but expressing that much would require effort you'd rather invest in humping your friend's mouth. You want to ignore her words altogether, but you catch your name again and find yourself drawn towards Indra's shining green eyes once more.

"Sabine, you do not serve your emotions, they serve you." Her voice is a calming influence, but you're still so **** for any sort of stimulation that you can't, or maybe you don't want to, focus on the words.

"I want it... soo bad... please, Indra, please... I can't take it anymore!" It takes all of your concentration to **** your mouth into the proper shapes. Tears are running down your cheeks from the aching desire running rampant through you.

Her eyes are locked on yours. Her eyes are almost all you can see. You realize that your lust has made you delirious, and you can hardly make out anything but those intense green eyes. With that realization, your vision clears, if only just a bit, and you see that her mouth is already working on your naked slit. When did your pants come off? "Feel the pleasure I'm giving you. Center yourself on that."

Your body was so ****, so far beyond rational thought, that you never noticed your pants sliding down your legs, or Indra's small, wet tongue licking the nectar from your petals. Her voice... was that in your mind? Has she been pleasuring you this whole time?

You heed Indra's advice, focusing on the pleasure she's giving you. Her mouth and your pussy become the center of your universe. The burning hot need is still consuming you, but you have an anchor now. Each flick of her tongue over your clit is like a cool breeze on a hot day. Your soul and your voice alike are screaming for release, but your hips, under yours and Indra's shared control, are rocking gently according to the ministrations of her experienced mouth.

"There... you feel the lust raging in you, but you also feel the pleasure. You have control over it, Sabine. Here, continue on your own." She guides your fingers for you, replacing her mouth with your hand.

Your fingers are a poor substitute for the hot, wet, talented tongue that felt so good just a few moments ago. Your digits feel clumsy by comparison, and you feel the need begin to build up again. You rub and pinch your clit vigorously, trying to get back to the plateau you were previously at, but you can feel yourself losing that calm again. "I don't know if I can do it on my own... goddess... please, just fuck me!"

You feel a warmth beside you and turn your head to see Indra kneeling at your side, face-to-face with you. You reach up for her with your free hand, but she captures it and begins to suck on your fingers. "Sex is the reward for control, love. First you learn to focus. Then you learn to fuck."

You were never given motivation like that in the abbey, but it's an odd challenge at the same time. The promise of sex stokes your inner-daemon and you find yourself on the precipice. The sigil of your master is glowing intensely. You're not sure you can hold out much longer...