Sex Magick 101

Stark Reality had you...well...stark naked in two seconds flat.

You began to stroke your stirring member as Faralda raised herself onto the desk, loosening her robes to expose her ample, golden-brown bust, hide boots swung on either side of your lap as she eyed your twitching hard-on with an almost scientific interest.

"Try to reach ejaculation, perhaps the magicka output will double in the presence of another mage"

Well...can't say she isn't enthusiastic. Shame it's the wrong kind of enthusiasm.

Another burst of Stark Reality set the right mood, sending her entire uniform- boots and all- tumbling beneath the desk to join your own.

Her hands instinctively darted down to conceal her most private region, blushing furiously, she soon remembered the whole point of this experiment in the first place. Faralda gradually began to explore her own body, hesitant at first, before a hand found its way down to her rapidly hardening clit. Beginning the ritual in earnest, the other hand turned it's attention to her nipples, lightly pinching and twisting until her breathe grew erratic.

Watching this from your seat, mere inches from her moist labia as she parted them with a solitary finger, had begun to drive you mad with lust. Increasing the pace on your turgid shaft, you couldn't help but reach out to grope a handful of her plump tits, whose pale nipples were primed to poke out an eye.

Before you even made contact, you found yourself sprawled face up on Faralda's desk. A whiff of ozone, like the air before a summer storm clung to your nostrils.

"If you craved some direct stimulation, it wouldn't kill you to ask..." she whispered before nibbling at your ear playfully.

"Please..." your request was barely audible as her slender fingers wrapped around your throbbing erection.

Her touch was tender and inexperienced, yet tempered smooth by decades of rough parchment.

Bucking upwards into her grasp was not enough. Clinging desperately to the edge of climax, you reach for those flaxen hips, determined to drag her into your lap.

Your thrusts send her grinding against your thigh, the heat of her sex coursing straight to your balls. She buries her head in the crook of your neck, stifling you with her scent.

"Never had some Altmer pussy, Novice? Huh?" she hisses in your ear.

"No--ugh--Novice is g-gonna get this--AH!--Summerset cunt..."

In contrast to her insults, the heat pressed up against your thigh builds until it gets slick with her juices.

"...e-even if you're--urghh--hung like Auri-El, N-novice- AGHHH GODS!!"

Her sex-crazed ramblings are cut off with a cry as she finds herself in the throes of lust, riding you for all she's worth.

Her grasp on your manhood tightens, her strokes becoming frenzied tugs as her other hand works away frantically at her swollen love-button.

"F-FINISH IT! C'MON! All over me, Markus!"

Hearing your name escape the senior mages lips pushes you over the edge.

"AAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!"

Your cries of passion coincide as the contents of your bloated sack boil over.Your vision whites out as buckets of scorching semen spews forth, coating her hands and belly. She collapses on top of you heart pounding through to your ribs. Globs of your spent load congeal and drip off, mingling with her own fluids that now run off your legs.

Well...that certainly was 'magical'....