Aurelia Sterling rides you to a fainting orgasm. +1 XP, PREGNANCY SCARE

Aurelia Sterling rocks atop you, riding your member, her face full of **** desire, her sapphire necklace glittering as her breasts bounce with her body's exertions. Her hands quest over your chest, rubbing, squeezing, digging in her nails, the sleeves of her robes sliding across your skin.

This wasn't exactly how you were imagining your mentor would be helping you with your Wild Talent.

"Aurelia," you say. "You are so beautiful."

"Yes, yes, yes," she says, rocking on top of you. "Eric. You lovely young man."

Her expression, so urgent and hungry. Her cheeks flushed, her glasses fallen half down her nose.

Her breaths come distinctly, a loud, low sigh, then a hissing in-breath, then her lips pressed together, then another sigh. She grinds her mound and her sex down into your groin. She squeezes your member with her womanhood.

So wonderful, so warm and wet and intimate. But so frightening and forbidden. What could happen?

Aurelia's breaths catch in her throat, become quicker and more ragged. She rises quickly up and down on your rod, her buttocks bouncing off your balls. Her sighs go lower, more guttural. Her sex squeezes down tightly, her body tenses, and she throws her head back with a loud cry.

Your body answers hers. Heat gathers, compresses, and explodes into her. There's a wave of wind and light and heat. Her blonde hair breaks its binding and flies up in an aureole around her head. Her blue robes blow to tatters, are ripped away, and fill the room with swirling shreds. Her loud cry goes on as your seed pumps into her, hot and deep, pulse after pulse, milked by the squeezing of her hungry womb.

After a timeless moment of exaltation, she wavers, falls forward, and collapses against you. Her now-naked skin is hot and damp, and her hard nipples press into your chest. Particles of her fine blue robes settle from the air and stick to the damp skin of your spent bodies. Your member softens and slips out of her sex on a slick trail of seed.

"Aurelia?" you ask. "Ms. Sterling?"

"Eric," she says indistinctly. "Hglhhvpph." Her voice trails off into a sigh, then a snore.

The scents of sex and seed are strong in your nostrils.

Miss Wormwood returns and inspects the scene of the Enchantments mistress lying asleep atop her charge, his seed drooling from her sex, both of you sprinkled with shredded particles of Ms. Sterling's fine blue robes. The Nurse clucks her tongue to the accompaniment of her snakes shaking their heads, and tosses a coverlet over you.

You have Ambition -1, Bravery 0, Cunning +2, Diligence +2.

Miss Wormwood the nurse owes you a FAVOR for your donations of seed.

Ms. Sterling, your Enchantments instructor, is your FRIEND who will tutor you in controlling your wild talent. (Or perhaps she'll lead you astray!) She owes you a FAVOR, and has promised to give you a project (a GOAL) related to Enchanted Objects.

Take a CONSEQUENCE: PREGNANCY SCARE. Preoccupation with Ms. Sterling's possible pregnancy distracts you. Take -1 to all Move rolls until resolved. See Safe/Unsafe Sex and PREGNANCY SCAREs.

Gain +1 XP. You have 5 XP and may apply ADVANCEMENT.