She gives him another gift, then it's time for more magic lessons

The next day, Marcus strode eagerly down the empty corridors of his childhood home. He was naked, but he didn't care. Why should he? He had magic now, so it didn't even matter who saw him. He could just cast a spell and make them forget! He could make anyone do anything he wanted! Even if he didn't know how, it couldn't be too hard, right? Besides, Mistress had told him to come to the Throne Room as quickly as possible, so it hadn't seemed right to waste time searching for some clothes to wear.

It had been just after he'd woken up this morning, when he was debating whether to wake the twins and have them suck his dick again, when he'd heard her sweet voice in his head. Just her sharp command had made him jump out of bed as fast as he could, waking both the girls. They were looking kind of tired after the night they'd had, so he'd told them to stay and get some rest. Of course they'd obeyed him just like any other command, snuggling up against each other naked in the middle of the bed. As appealing as that had been to watch, the young prince felt the pull of his goddess' voice like a rope around his neck, and had quickly turned to leave.

He still felt that compulsion now, hurrying his footsteps. Soon he stood in front of the throne room door again, his skin tingling with anticipation at the thought of seeing her again. Sure, it had been amazing playing with the twins all he wanted, but all that pleasure couldn't hope to compare to the warmth of her presence and the joy he'd felt when she'd allowed him to serve her.

Pushing the heavy doors open, Marcus stepped inside. His gaze flickered over the empty throne room, searching for the woman he worshipped. When he saw her at last, sitting once again on what had been his Father's throne, his heart leapt with joy and he smiled wildly. It had only been a few hours since he'd seen her last, but he was still once again in awe of just how beautiful she was, her long, pale legs, her raven-black hair, and gorgeous purple eyes, glinting as they settled on his face. Just like that, the world felt right, and his body got all warm and fuzzy. His sore dick stirred again, twitching painfully between his legs even after all he'd done with the twins last night. He'd thought he'd be satisfied for hours at least, but just one look at her had him tingling with arousal again.

"Ah, come here, apprentice." She beckoned with an elegant finger. Marcus scampered over and stood in front of her throne. He really wanted to get on his knees in front of her like he belonged...or even lean down and kiss her perfect feet, but he wouldn't dare unless she told him to. "I can taste your eagerness. You want to kiss my feet again, right?" She smiled, raising a curved eyebrow. He nodded shyly, blushing. "Very well then, I can be generous to my talented apprentice." She raised her leg, extending one bare foot towards the trembling prince. He felt his sensitive dick throb as he stared, open-mouthed at the perfect toes.

"Thank you, Mistress!" Marcus squealed in delight. He collapsed to his knees and crawled hurriedly to her. As soon as he was close enough, he craned his neck up and started kissing hungrily along the bridge of her foot. The feeling of her ghostly-white skin against his lips made him dizzy. Even after all the power he'd enjoyed over the twins, next to her he was still so small, hardly even worthy of doing this for her.

"I sense you are far more experienced in many matters since yesterday." She purred, as he planted even more kisses towards her perfect toes, the nails painted blood-red today. "I take it you enjoyed my little present."

"Yes Mistress." He nodded vigorously. "Thank you very much!" Even if he wished she'd given him the twins properly instead of maintaining her own control over them, it had still been an amazing present!

"Good. There are many other delights in store should you continue to excel in your training with me" She nodded, as he went back to kissing each little toe in turn. "Enough." Her foot withdrew, leaving him kneeling there sadly, staring at her long, pale legs. Of course it was up to her, but he wished she'd let him worship her gorgeous body even more! Maybe even another taste of her delicious pussy. "We have some important matters to attend to today, my apprentice. I have been hard at work all night making something very special for you." She held out her hand. The room seemed to dim for a moment, and there on her palm appeared a strange, curved thing tapering to a thin round point, made of a black material he didn't recognize. As he stared at it, he swore he saw strange symbols appear on the surface in lambent blue script, but when he blinked they was gone.

"What is that, Mistress?" He asked nervously, not sure if he liked the look of this present.

"A magical focus." She explained, turning the thing gently over in her fingers. "It will bind your magic to mine, allowing me stricter control over what you can do with your Gift. That means no more silly mishaps like yesterday. You will be able to push yourself further in our lessons together, moving more rapidly on to more advanced spellcasting, because I can make certain you will not damage yourself doing so."

"Oh...thank you very much, Mistress!" Marcus gasped, a little ashamed at his moment of doubt. That sounded very useful. "So...do I have to hold it or something?"

"Not quite, apprentice." Her ruby-red lips curled into a little smile that made him rather nervous. "You remember what I said about where the center of power is located in your body."

"Yes." He nodded, shivering a little at the memory. She'd told him this while that horrible tentacle had been all the way through his body. It had felt so awful and she'd just watched and smiled sadistically, but as soon as he looked at her face again he couldn't even remember that. "You told me it was um...inside me."

"Exactly so." She nodded. "So come stand right here in front of me, facing the other way, then bend over and touch your toes." Marcus was very confused, but he knew in his bones he had to do as she said. So he scurried over to the throne, his anxious gaze flickering briefly over the frozen figure of his Mother still standing in the exact same place as yesterday. Again he noticed an odd oily film over the Queen's skin, like a web of thin spider-silk holding her naked body in place, but when he blinked it wasn't there anywhere. It wasn't hard to guess now that what he was seeing was the spell Mistress had cast to trap his Mother there. Would she ever let the Queen go? And maybe change his Father back from that horrible beast too? It was far easier to think things like that when he wasn't looking at her anymore.

Facing down the throne room, with her behind him, he bent over awkwardly, blushing a little as he grabbed his toes. It was a very embarrassing position to be in naked, and he found himself hoping Mistress would hurry up and do whatever she was going to. Then he felt something slick and oily slide across his butt and froze stiff. Oh...no, not this again! Sure enough, whatever it was pushed between his plump cheeks and he felt it press against his poor, tender butthole. Why was she always doing this to him?

"Mistress!" He squeaked, struggling to turn his head and see her. She had that odd object in her hand, and was gently pushing it forward against his aching hole. As soon as he saw her, most of his fear just vanished like a bad dream, and he relaxed. That was enough for the next gentle twist to drive the thing's thin head inside him. He groaned softly at the tingling, stretching feeling as it was **** even deeper, sliding into his butt with almost no resistance. It was like his whole body was just giving in to her, letting her do with it as she pleased. The same as with the tentacle yesterday, he felt a flush of warm heat from his lower body as the hard lump sunk into his guts, his legs starting to tremble and shiver underneath him.

"That's right, apprentice." Mistress purred as the last inch sunk inside and his clenching hole snapped shut around a thinner part near the base, holding the whole horrible thing inside him. "Because your center of power is in this area, that is where the magical focus must rest as well. From now on, you must have this inside you whenever we are doing magic together." Marcus pouted faintly. He wasn't too fond of this idea. The horrible thing wasn't too big at least, but he could still feel it constantly inside him. And it was making his poor, overworked dick ache and tingle each time his butt clenched around it. He wasn't sure he'd be able to concentrate properly on his lessons with it teasing him the whole time, but Mistress knew best, didn't she? "Okay, now stand up." She ordered, clapping her hands. Marcus awkwardly rose to his feet, wincing as he felt the thing shift inside his guts. His legs were still shaking. He felt her purple eyes on him again, and glanced back to see her staring at him with a thin, satisfied smirk. "Now your Gift should be firmly under my control, for the foreseeable future." She nodded.

Marcus frowned a little, searching inside himself for the strange hum of power he'd felt yesterday. It was still there, and still felt almost the same, but he could detect something else, like a soft, thrumming pulse disrupting the usual rhythm. Why did Mistress have to do that? It was his magic, wasn't it? But now she was adding things to it and trying to control it. That wasn't fair! Part of him told him that was only right, she was his teacher, after all, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at her, especially since she hadn't explained things properly before just jamming that thing inside him. Well, he had to learn from her first, control his own powers better, then maybe later he could ask her not to do things like this anymore.