Tasted a Woman

The question echoed in your dumbstruck mind. Sure there was subtle doubts in her meaning, but all these panicked thoughts came back to rest between her thighs, your eyes fearfully traveling from the curve of her collar bone and down between those pert breasts her top parted from cleavage to navel, feathered fringes drawing your eyes like a spell of its own. Finding the silver chain that slung round her waist as part of her skirt precariously clinging to one hip and drifting off the other.

You gulp hard and shiver at the thought of her question, her fingers hold your chin and **** your eyes to meet hers as they burn with power "Don't answer... Kneel." She makes no qualms of ordering you to your knees, the glyph she branded you with beginner to burn your body going through the motions with or without you.

"Good boi." A patronizing pat on the head follows "Such a pretty face... plump lips..." A twirl of her fingers and your full lips part and a sultry breath falls from them, something dangerously close to a moan. Another gesture and you spasm as pleasure floods from your cursed member, cheeks flushing red and eyes falling half-lidded.

"Now show me if you're worth my trouble, Doe." Her skirt dispersed as if naught but smoke, you were about to put you mouth to work on this Mistress of magic with or without your consent.