Talk with the Witch; I need to know more about magic.

I looked down at the head bobbing between my legs, enjoying the illusory sight of the flawless pale woman. Her crystal blue eyes looked up at me with adoration, accented by the mole under her eye and the stray stands of black hair. I knew the image was false, but the Witch had made an exquisite persona. I reached out and placed my hand on the back of her head feeling the roughness of her true form, her hair was more like wire than hair.

I pushed her head down as far as she would go, until she began to gag and **** on the length and girth of my cock. I held her there and watched her beautiful blue eyes become more vivid as they watered and glistened. Connected as I was to her, I could easily feel the stream of energy between us; I could see her stores were still diminished by my earlier feeding, though slightly improved, and I could even start to sense how much energy I had in reserve.

Out of curiosity I took a small portion of her energies and watched as her glow diminished, and then I tried to reverse the process; I had envisioned it as a two-way stream before, and it was surprisingly easy to do. It felt natural, as easy and as natural as moving my arms or leg.

I let her come gasping off of my cock, tear-tracks rolling down her cheeks, and said, "Do you have a name? I can't just keep calling you witch."

She considered for a moment, looking dazed. Trails of saliva ran down her chin, wet strings connecting her to my dick. "I am Kali'shara. Of the tribe of Broken-Rock."

"Kali it is." I said as she started working the shaft with her hand. I let out a pleased sound and rubbed her head. "Kali, what kind of magic do you know? Just the corpse thing?"

"Mmn." She articulated around my cock. She drew back with a pop, laying her head on my thigh. "Not much, I'm self taught. There aren't many orc practitioners."

That wasn't a surprise, there probably weren't many practitioners at all. At least, back home, I'd only ever seen four or five before. Maybe there were many more who could use some small trick or technique, but those who could effect larger changes were rare. I thought for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her cheek against the side of my cock, and said. "Teach me what you can. If you can lead me to the threshold, I should be able to figure something out."

"As you wish."

"But first. . ." I smiled, lightly slapping the side of her face with my cock. She took it in her mouth again and I picked up my pace. obscene sounds echoed in the room, the slapping of flesh on flesh and the staccato of Kali's moaning as I brutally drove my length down her throat. Her fingers curled in the bedding and I could feel a tension in her shoulders and in her aura. I came, shooting a substantial amount down her gullet. I let her go and she reared back, gasping for air with trails of black spunk mixing with the drool.

She gave herself over to the narcotic, quivering with pleasure, and her eyes glazed over. I took the moment to reinforce my commands; I feared that she would overcome whatever power my cum held if left alone.