Pull

Morgan did mention something about magic and orgasm. You figure why not give it a try, she is your mentor after all why not try and learn something from her.

With the slightest tug Morgan suddenly flashes into smoke and her sphere drops into your lap. Right against your softening cock. “Fuck.” You moan out as you move the sphere off. That hurt more than the concussion.

Once enough pain leaves that you can consider what you did you observe the sphere. The sphere that is now glowing as much as it had been the last few time you had seen it.

“Please tell me I didn’t just kill my mentor.” You pick up the sphere hoping to feel a pull. If you did hopefully that means you drain her magic and can just put some back in.

It doesn’t work the sphere is completely dead to all your attempts at reviving it. “Morgan?” You press it against your ear thinking you might be able to hear something.

Instead of that you feel something wet pushing into your ear. You throw the sphere away out of surprise.

“Hahahahaha!” You look over to see Morgan sitting next to you. “That is what you get for try to steal some magic.” She’s grinning at you and you feel a slight smile forming, more from relief than humour.

“You did the same thing to me didn’t you?” Her dominance from the sex is still effecting you as the timidness in your voice is hard to miss.

“Yes, but you don’t need magic to exist.” She tapped your nose with her finger. “Still good to know all that uncontrol power is backed up by some natural aptitude.” She gets and stretches, pushing her chest out as far as it can go. She sighs and relaxes before bending forwards and putting her hands on your knees, “And next time I want to fuck you just take off your pants don’t ask me questions until afterwards.” The commanding tone re-enters her voice as she stares into your eyes.

“Ok.” It’s the only response you can think off. She stands up and the dress reappears on her body along with your pants.

“Good boy.” She turns back to smoke and disappears.

“Wait, I still had questions.” You shout into the emptying room.

“You already used your questions per orgasm.” The voice came from the smoke before the room clears.

Well, you’re ok with that. Your lower half is still pleasantly cold and after all the teasing you are very satisfied. You relax into the seat and consider falling asleep right here. Before you can Morgan’s voice reappears. “By the way that puppy making puppy dog eyes at you in the infirmary is trying to smell you out and is making her way here, also she is a cutie.”

“Thanks?” You get the feeling this was going to get old very quickly. Also you have absolutely no idea how you should act around her. She’s had been so friendly before but after the sex you find it kinda hard to not see her as your, well superior.

Oh right Aimil. You get up and grab the common room door, part of you thinks you’d end up back outside the classroom you were trying to enter. You should make a list of question starting with how she teleported you. Shortly followed by what makes you an Amarok.

You open the door and look at the corridor, it was not the classroom hallway. You look left and right to try and see Aimil. You can’t. Well left or right, probably won’t matter considering she’s sniffing you out.