Act like a mage

The kiss John shared with Otrov wasn’t nearly as sweet as the ones he had had with Brenda or… or… Actually, he couldn’t even remember if he had kissed anyone other than Brenda yet. He had done lots of things with his slaves, but Urga fucked like an animal, not a lover, and Dofi was new to his group. They had slept together, but hadn’t done much else yet, and what they had done had felt different compared to what John was doing now. When he and Brenda kissed, it always felt in some way like a caring and mutual act… usually hidden behind a dozen different layers of lust, but the emotion was still there.

This kiss was not that. If Otrov wanted to feel some kind of turn, twist, or touch against her own lips, she went in and took it from him. She bit at his lips and pulled them back against her own mouth until he was kissing her back, even if it meant that he was only returning the gesture accidentally. He didn’t intend for the moment to last long, at least not at first, but as soon as she looped her arms up around his neck, he got distracted. The sound of her voice echoed in his ears as she nipped and licked at his lips until his mouth opened, and then his anger just melted away.

“You’re a mage now…” She didn’t even have to pull away to talk to him. He could just hear her illusions talking in his ears, whispering to him before he felt them pressing in to kiss him too. It started out with one peck, a kiss that landed on his ear and lingered and began to play with the lobe, distracting him enough for Otrov to stick her tongue into his mouth, and then there was another set of lips against his neck… and his cheek. Her illusions kissed his face, his hands, his feet, until they were lingering around and smacking noisily against every inch of him and his senses were flooded with her mana and then the feelings began to stack. By the time she got to playing with his tongue, he could feel half a dozen different pairs of lips kissing him at the same time that Otrov did.

He didn’t get the chance to decide whether or not he wanted to return her affections, he just ended up with his arms wrapped around her. It wasn’t only so that he could hold her either, he needed that just as badly as he needed someone to lean on before her illusions brought him to his knees. The feeling of her lips gingerly kissing him while at the same time her illusions bit at his tongue and his lips pulled waves of gentle shudders out of him that he couldn’t control. The feeling of someone cupping his cheek and sucking on his tongue as it lolled out of his mouth was only countered by the sensation of Otrov’s hands pulling his head down by his hair so that she could lash her tongue against his to try and pin it down. She caused his eyes water just as quickly as she got him hard, and didn’t stop even after John whipped the both of them around and pinned her against the tree.

“You’re a mage, now…”

As far as he could tell, their lips never parted. One moment he could feel her hands around his neck, fingers curled up in his hair, roughly pulling his head around and gently stroking it in equal parts, and then in the next, he could feel her hands at his waist, yanking his belt away as she stripped him of his pants. For a second, it seemed like she might have abandoned holding him... and then he felt the illusion yanking his head around again. Despite how pleasant the sensation was, he didn’t find himself enjoying the rougher aspects of her touch. As soon as he began to, the hand that Daemon was equipped to began to distract him. The ring grew cold on his finger as the two mages continued to play, pulling his attention away again and again until John found his head turning away from her kiss every time she bit at him or pulled on his hair.

He didn’t stop, not by any means. The ring didn’t stay cold for as long as he was kissing her. It warmed back up on its own, but whenever the ring did change to a harsh temperature, he found himself avoiding the more dominant actions that Otrov took anyways. He let her continue playing because he enjoyed the constant flood of attention, even when that attention stripped him of his undergarments as well… but he took a different role than the one that Otrov tried to put him into. When she bit him, he found himself biting her back, yanking out short squeaks of pain and surprise from the little rogue. When she picked up his heavy cock, he growled into her hungry mouth louder and louder until he felt her illusions joining her hands to put a focus on his manhood. Once he felt hands slide between his thighs to cup, lift, and squeeze at his swollen balls, his voice died down into a muffled but content rumble. He let her magic join her hands on his shaft, squeezing and stroking across his whole member and along every vein until he was so hard that he could feel his member straining and pulsing in a grip that failed to wrap all the way around with just one hand, and then he listened to the constant whispering she had been pouring into his ears.

“You’re a mage...” Otrov growled back at John when one of his hands left her back. The other stayed but began to roam as he embraced her lessons. His hands were rougher than she would have liked. He squeezed her firm butt hard enough to make her jump and wince, but that was something that could have been trained out of him. While he was still groping her, digging his meaty fingers in enough to leave marks on her round ass, she summoned up another pair of hands to yank on his hair again and slap him…

… only he didn’t react. He didn’t even flinch. Instead he just yanked his other hand down through her top and kissed her back. A storm of buttons and daggers sprayed out across the ground as John tore her clothing apart, but neither of them moved to pick any of it up. Otrov slapped at him again with her magic, ineffectually since she couldn’t actually hurt him with their contract in place, and then gasped as he bit her again… on both her upper and lower lip.

“… so act like one-” Otrov’s illusions faltered for a moment, as John used an ability of his own, and he grinned when she took in a sharp breath of hot air as he returned the favor. Rememory gave her the sensation of kissing two people at the same time while he mauled her butt as much as he could within two seconds. Once he was done, he finally **** himself to pull away. Their lips parted with a loud pop as Otrov continued to try and hold him close, but when she realized he wasn’t leaving, she didn’t try to yank him back into her arms. She let him lean away, until he was far enough away to level her with a hot gaze and smile when she arched her back for him.

Even though she posed herself for him, and arched her back, Otrov’s nipples still pointed down slightly when John turned to look at them. Her hardened pink tips didn’t sag, not like he thought they might be doing at first. Instead, it was like the piercings in her breasts had a weight to them, one just barely strong enough to encourage his gaze downwards, past the smooth sheet of pale skin and muscle that was her abdomen, and into the gap between her cloth covered thighs.

“Do you like them?” she asked, and John thought he might have heard a hint of shaky timidness in her voice before she growled at him to hurry him up for an answer. He immediately growled back instead of answering her. His admiration ended once the two of them began glaring at each other, and then the kissing began again, first with illusions and then John stepped up to her once more. She didn’t slap him this time, mostly because it wasn’t working. Instead she started jerking him off, first with her own hands and then with her magic started up again to help her… just before his own illusions returned to her body.

Again she gasped, despite how hard she tried to stay in control of her own spells and the situation; whatever it was that John was doing to her was vivid. She didn’t just experience the kissing and biting again. She felt his hands on her ass at the same time that he started squeezing her tits. When his fingers dug into her butt just as firmly the second time around, he tugged ever so gently on her piercings. She expected it, seeing the role he was trying to take in their encounter, and tried not to wince, but she relived through everything he had already done to her so clearly that she even remembered how she winced the first time he squeezed her butt and did it again because of it. Her heart jumped so hard and fast that it felt like it had moved up into her throat as John bit down on her tongue and pulled his head back until it was lolling out of her mouth for him to play with.

Even though she knew what was happening, because the spell he was using seemed so similar to her own, Alanah failed to keep her own magic up. She experienced the moment when her magic stuttered again, remembered losing her concentration the first time, and then lost it a second time and melted into his lips. Just as quickly as she had turned him on, he turned her on as well. One moment she was fine, the next she was gushing so hard through her panties that her pants darkened around her crotch as her pussy juices soaked into them… and then the moment after that the feelings stopped again.

Their kiss ended again with another loud smacking noise as John pulled away, and once Otrov had her breath back, she looked down at the mess of her underwear only to realize that she had stopped jerking John off again. His cock was still in her hands and he was still enjoying himself in her slack grip, but only because he was slowly thrusting now. He wasn’t mad with lust anymore, he was acting methodically now.

If she had a moment to gather herself, John ducked in to try and steal it. He peppered her lips with little kisses once her hands started to move again, and chuckled when he saw her wince and squeeze her thighs together in preparation for one of his spells again, but he didn’t cast it. Instead, he grabbed a handful of her hair as the little rogue tried speaking to him in between kisses and gradually pulled her head back bit by bit until she was looking straight up.

“John- I- Mmmh- You’re spell- It- Mmmmmmh...” Surprisingly, it didn’t take much to interrupt her. Her heart was beating so fast and only just starting to calm down that he found he could make her lose her train of thought if he raked his teeth across her tongue and then kissed it better. It didn’t keep her calm for long unfortunately; once the rogue really started trying, her moans began to die off, and her tongue began to retract back into her mouth. She bit him back once before John pulled away again.

“You said that if I want something, I should just take it, right?” he asked before she could say something else he didn’t want to hear. It took her a moment to catch back up and look at John before she answered him, but she didn’t actually say anything. Instead, she just nodded at him.

“Good. Then I want your mouth,” he told her, and she cocked an eyebrow at him and pursed her lips. When he pulled on her short black hair, it became abundantly clear that he wasn’t talking about kissing her again. Her eyes widened as he yanked her down to her knees, and when she scrunched her face up at the idea of it, his cock smacked against the side of her face. “Open.”

Otrov merely cocked an eyebrow at him.

“If you wanted your dick sucked, you could have just said so, I can arrange for that without dropping to my knees,” she scoffed and waved her hands, and when John felt a pair of lips pursed against the head of his member, he shook his head at her. Her illusion paused in a kiss as John pulled on her hair again until it was actually Alanah’s lips pressed to the tip of his cock, and then she growled at him again.

“No,” he scolded her, like one might scold a dog, and her cheeks burned horribly at the sound of his voice. “I want your mouth. I want you to taste me,” he told her, and the ring on his hand began to glow a subtle shade of green in her dark hair.

“I’m not some normie. Why would I ever-” Otrov didn’t finish her sentence. She heard John mutter a single word under his breath, something about memory, and then she felt his hands on her ass and her tits again. Her jaw fell slack for a second time as his magic illusions flooded her senses again and her tongue lolled out of her mouth, like some kind of welcoming mat for his cock. Her lips popped over the mushroom-shaped head of his member and slid down his length until he stopped at the middle of her tongue to wait until the spell ended. He grunted and waited as the rogue soaked her underwear through a second time and moaned into the tip of his member until the spell ended.

“Mmmmm-” Once it was over, she cut her voice off as quickly as possible. Her cheeks burned bright red as she looked up at John and squeezed her thighs together… and then grunted when she tried to push back and found his hand stopping her. There was a beat of shared anger between the two of them as Otrov curled her lips up enough to let John see her teeth pressing down against him, and then the Gamer shook his head.

“Uh-uh. Don’t forget about the contract,” he reminded her, and gave her a small smirk. Somehow, he hadn’t broken it yet and he suspected it was because she had wanted to do something like this to him instead. Only for some reason, his powers had more of an effect on her than hers did on him. He was lucky. She wasn’t. “Suck,” he ordered her, and the rogue growled at him and tried to pull her tongue back. He was big enough that she didn’t manage to do much more than wriggle it beneath his member, but her intention was clear.

“I could always cast Rememory again, then the next thing you know, I’ll be in your throat.” There was a pause as Otrov looked up at him and glared… and then her eyes softened and he felt her tongue start to move again. He let out a groan and patted her on the head, and then smiled when her head began to bob reluctantly. “Just get it nice and wet and we can move onto the next thing,” he told her, and then actually laughed when the rogue began to pick up the pace. Her lips sucked tight to his member as she bounced back and forth on the first few inches of his cock and squeezed him against her tongue.

She may not have wanted to blow him, but she was definitely turned on enough to want to continue. Thankfully, it didn’t take much to cover his cock in spit. If she let her drool gather up in the corners of her mouth, then she could angle his cock into the comfort of her warm cheeks over and over again until his member was shiny with her spit. His taste was heavy and thick on her tongue, but thankfully it wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. Despite the fact that he seemed to be covered in dirt and grime on his upper half, his lower half seemed fairly clean, like he waded through a pool of soapy water. She could taste the presence of his sweat and his pre-cum, but not much more than that.

“Good girl…” he praised her, and Otrov glared at him again. She curled her lip up as if to show him her teeth for a second time, and in turn, John cast Rememory. She started moaning as soon as the spell began, but didn’t stop sucking. She winced and whimpered over and over, her actions encouraged to repeat solely by the fact that she felt herself already doing them, before she finally gave in… just for a moment. Her touch softened as the frantic pace of half a dozen different heartbeats nearly caused her system to panic… and then, just as her mind tried to focus on the racing of her pulse, the wet heat began to pour down her thighs again. The scary rush of adrenaline he was forcing through her body slowed as his spell doused her mind with a wave of sticky pleasure again and brought out a side of Otrov that simply hadn’t existed before.

He didn’t even have to say anything this time around. As soon as the spell ended, Otrov increased her pace and suckled and stroked his shaft like it was something she needed by that point. A warm haze descended over her eyes as her pussy continued to drip and burn through what little clothes she still had on, until the rogue was so wet and needy that she wasn’t even bothering to pay attention to the slurping and squelching sounds spilling from her lips. She just focused on sucking harder. She noticed the noises that John was making. The grunting and growling sounds he made when she flicked her tongue along the crown of his cockhead only made her melt into his magic even further.

It was impossible for her to tell how long her stupor lasted. She remembered starting up her illusions again and lathering his shaft with the attention her own magic could provide. She remembered moaning happily around his cock once he started thrusting into her lips again and gasping out her name.

“Alanah...” ...her real name.

She didn’t remember locking eyes with him, however. When she came to, it was like he was already staring down into her soul as she twisted her mouth from side to side on the head of his cock. Her hands shot up and down his length at a pace that made her arms ache and her tits jiggle and bounce dramatically. She was already in the middle of digging her tongue into his tip, savoring his taste before he finally pitched forward and groaned.

“I’m cumming!” She half expected his voice to echo in her ears. She had already relived through so much of their encounter again and again that the idea made sense. Somehow, she didn’t even think about pulling away. Instead, her body had a different reaction. Before Alanah could figure out what she was doing, her head pulled back far enough to slide his cock out of her mouth until only the tip remained. Her hands tightened and squeezed down to the base of his member until she could feel his shaft flexing and pulsing as it grew in her grasp… and she jerked her hands back up to her mouth and her illusions repeated the motion.

She didn’t have to concentrate all that much to help push him over the edge. A dozen different illusory hands all stroking the same dick was an easy feat for someone as skilled as her. The hard part came from dealing with the mess he made. Once her fingers touched her lips, John’s cock went off like a cannon in her mouth. He all but collapsed against the nearby tree as he melted into the ministrations of another mage, and Otrov found herself happy to see him losing himself in her grasp at last. She didn’t stop giving him all that attention once she had her coherence back and he had gone over the edge, but she did try to take control of the situation again…

… at least until he cast that annoying spell again.

It probably wasn’t necessary for John to use Rememory again since Otrov seemed to be willing to finish him off after the last time he had done it, but a part of him had liked the idea of making her feel all needy again when his cum was filling her mouth. Unfortunately, it meant that the illusions stopped jerking him off at the crux of his orgasm. Otrov started moaning and swallowing as her cheeks filled up and ballooned outwards with his white jizz, but the pleasant vibrations her voice provided to him quickly disappeared beneath a gargling chorus as John’s output overwhelmed her. The sound of a slight popping noise underneath the continuous gulping he could hear coming from Otrov turned his attention to the seal her lips had made around the tip of his cock and where that seal had just been broken as his cum began to seep back out past her lips.

After a couple of seconds, it happened again… and then again, until Alanah’s mouth was overflowing and his load was dripping down from her chin. John’s knees got so weak as he watched it drizzle onto her chest that he had to lean back up against the nearby tree while the rogue started gagging. Unfortunately, leaning back meant pulling out of her mouth. She let him go free of her lips with a loud pop and moan just as his cum started to come back out through her nose, and then the Gamer just let her go completely. He wasn’t finished by a long shot, but there was no need to hold her there anymore, especially not when she wasn’t planning on moving. His orgasm came to a slow and gradual end once her face was plastered with his cum, but the rogue paid no attention to it.

John recovered before she did. The cum-drunk stupor his spell seemed to put her in lasted even longer the second time around. Her gargling and gulping came to a slow and quiet end as Otrov finally finished swallowing the last of the cum he had dumped into her mouth, and then the rogue simply sat back on her heels and started gasping for fresh air. She didn’t try to cover herself up, figure out what had happened to John, or scold him for taking the wrong role in their encounter. She just recovered while John got hard again and walked around behind her.

It took a while before Alanah realized that she had been pushed forward onto her hands and knees. She heard him grabbing at her ass again even more than she felt it when his meaty hands began to tear away strips of the soaked garment that had once been her pants. The sound of him ripping the clothes off her body was louder than anything else for some reason. When she finally looked back at him as he was peeling the torn panties off her sticky wet hide, she didn’t even get the chance to say anything before he stuffed and gagged her mouth with her own underwear. Her attitude and her coherence came back to her just in time before they started up again, but he only let her give him a whine in response before he had her by the hips.

“Just take whatever I want, right?” he asked, and the rogue whined again. Her mouth worked slowly to try and spit out the makeshift gag and bark an order at the Gamer to be gentle, but her jaw was sore and sluggish after what they had just done.

Thankfully she still had the energy to jump and yelp at him when he finally dropped his heavy cock on her narrow little entrance… but only because it was the wrong entrance. The weighty, insistent reminder pressed up against something other than her drenched pussy shocked Otrov out of her daze so fast that she felt her heartbeat jump to a pace that scared her again. She didn’t pull away or stop him. If he cast that spell again, she knew that he was going to end up balls deep in the wrong hole anyways and she’d be reduced to a purring, drooling mess until he got there. She just needed to prove herself to be the better mage and direct him back to the right hole. She needed her illusions. She-

“Well, I want your ass…” His voice came out in a heavy rasp in one of her ears, slicing through her train of thought and her plans, just before the Gamer arched his back… and thrust forward.