The Siege of Ultopja 3 – Simple Moments [Sex Scene Catherine x Ulal]

Ulal turns to Catherine. “Aren’t you a proactive one?” He asks and pulls her closer, pressing his mouth on hers. Her tongue meets his willingly, twirling around as they make out in front of the giant window, the city and the approaching army below them. The unnatural, hard yellow light of the magic lamps illuminates the whole room. Catherine presses herself against her teacher, thigh rubbing in between his legs, gently, teasing his balls and hardening cock.

The kiss breaks. “It seems my message from last time hasn’t gotten through to you.” With a single tug of the waistband the witches robe is undone and flies to the side, landing on the Focus Throne. “You are the proactive one, yes, I get it.” Catherine smirks and puts her arms around Ulal’s neck. “I understand, I just don’t care.”

“How about I make you care?” Ulal asks and forcefully pushes her against the glass. It is cold on Catherine’s back but she can’t move away from it, the Demonmagus has grabbed her by the wrists and is nailing her against it with his inhuman strength. “Try.” Catherine challenges her master with her hazel eyes. An amused growl. “I fully intend to.”

A second time their lips meet, wilder than last time. Tongues whirling, lips parting and meeting again, saliva exchanged as sloppy noises fill the room. Catherine, pressed against the cold glass, leaves an outline of her upper body on the window made from droplets of vapour as lust increases the heat of her body. Burning, craving what she has become accustomed to as she and Ulal kiss until the Demonmagus releases her wrists. The hands lay on her shoulders instead, pushing her downwards.

The notion is understood and she drops to her knees. In the motion, she pulls his pants with her. His big cock springs into action, a drop of precum already spilling from the tip. Without words she takes hold of the shaft with one hand, the other cupping his balls. As she pumps the meat-rod slowly her tongue travels up the underside. From the edge of her hand all the way up to the sensitive part just below the head.

Lips seal around the hard prick. Only the head at first, sucking, tasting the precum her hand milks from the Demonmagus. She looks upwards, her eyes meeting the approving, two coloured gaze of Ulal. He nods with a smile that reveal his teeth, including the sharp, demonic fangs. “Deeper.” He demands. She obliges.

Her hand let’s go of his cock, the other one still playing with his balls, as she sucks him deeper. Her mouth contains no air, the walls tightly enveloping Ulal’s dick as she makes her way down. A slight gag at the halfway point but Catherine continues, further noises of resistance as he enters her throat. Then her lips touch his base. “Alratha still can’t do that.” Ulal says with a sigh, putting a hand on Catherine’s head to keep her in place as her body tells her to breath. “If she didn’t have those giant tits she would be completely useless.”

The world slowly becomes hazy as air is derived from Catherine’s brain. Only thing she is sure to see is Ulal’s wide smile. The Demonmagus looks down on her, eyes filled with satisfaction. He pulls back his hips. Just far enough to let her take a breath through her nose. Then he pushes in again. “Well, she can still murder people I suppose.” He continues his monologue as he basks in the pleasure. “More useful than Zerine, girl was so promisingly brave that first day. Now she just stammers all the time. Also I don’t get to fuck her, which is slightly annoying me.”

Again, he pulls back and let’s Catherine take a breath. The witch looks like she wants to speak up but his cock is pushing into her throat again so she has to listen. “All in due time I suppose. Or maybe not? After all I have Aclysia. Getting to fuck one of the most powerful mages in history is pretty fulfilling you know?” Ulal snickers. “Of course you know. You are currently deepthroating ME after all.”

Finally he let’s go of her head. With a plop his cock leaves her mouth. Although coughing Catherine still has the mind to now use her hand to satisfy him again. “Arrogant.” A couple of coughs between her exhausted words. “Arsehole.” “Just shut up and blow me.” Ulal sighs and with after a roll of her eyes she does.

This time in her own tempo Catherine bobs her head up and down. Tongue teasing all the sensitive points she knows by now, altering between quick shallow and deep, throating in takes of his dick she brings Ulal ever closer to orgasm. At the last possible moment she pulls her off. The first spurt of semen plasters over her questioning face. More wash over her quickly, landing on her nose, her eyebrows, her lips and chin.

“Urgh.” Catherine moans, not the sexy kind. “You are really annoyed by me, aren’t you?” “Exceptionally.” Ulal admits as Catherine licks up the semen around her lips. “And you have gotten so tasty too. What a waste.” She stands up. “I hope you got more?”

“Please, you know already.” Ulal says in a ridiculing tone and turns her around. Bending against the glass, pressed against it once again, bum sticking up on top of her long, smooth legs. “What do you think of getting fucked in front of the whole city?” Ulal asks and runs his fingers through her slit. It is already moist but as Catherine chuckles it turns into a dripping mess.

“You mean properly? Where people can see us?” She looks down to the main plaza. “It would a very interesting show of power.” “Indeed.” Ulal says and rubs his semi-erect dick against Catherine’s arse. “In Falkirk they have public dancers. I always found that very hot. Yet they retreated into houses to have sex.” His dick pulsates as Catherine continues talking, her voice a sultry promise. He aligns the tip with her pussy.

“Public sex sounds just so much more, Aah!” He pushes into her, forcing a moan. “Depraved and, mhm.” Ulal has pushed all the way inside and now retreats in a smooth motion, lubricated as they both are. “Enticing.”

“This is your city for the near future, let’s see if you can sell that thought to people.” Ulal says and pushes back in. Catherine grins over her shoulder. Her body being rocked back and forth by the rocking of Ulal’s hips behind her. She wipes of a drop of cum that threatens to run into her eye and then sucks the finger clean. Ulal hastens his motions. They become harder, his dick ramming deep into her. Slapping noises as their hips meets. An actual slap on the right cheek of her arse. The impact leaves a red mark on her pale skin but it also makes her shout in delight.

As if her resistance had crumbled she now moans sharply with each thrust, each penetration of her wet, tight vagina. The lower joints of her fingers arch upwards as they try to claw into something. Her whole-body shakes and trembles, the relentless assault of the Demonmagus sending ever increasing jolts of electricity up her spine. Each thrust makes her clamp down tighter on him, his pulsating dick filling her completely.

Screaming she cums, showering the stone floor in her juices. The lights of the city and the torches of the army in the distance become dancing flickers. She feels seed filling her womb as Ulal, pushed over the edge from the sudden tightness, cums inside her. Spurt after spurt he continues to thrust, both tasting every second of this last chance encounter.

Ulal stumbles backwards, pulling out of Catherine and sitting down at the feet of his throne. Catherine slowly glides down the window until she kneels on the ground again, semen and her own juices leaking from her well fucked cunt.

“We continue in thirty minutes.” Ulal decides, he was going to make this night count. Catherine smirks teasingly. “Getting old?”