I trust my mentor. I'll let her ride my cock with her experienced ass.

You sat back and watched as your mentor's heart-shaped ass descended along your pulsating cock.

“Hhunh… mmm... Yes...” she moaned as she impaled herself unto your shaft.

Before you knew it, her buttcheeks rested on your thighs. She twitched, steadied herself, and took a breath there. You twitched too, and your breathing became labored.

“I feel like I’m about to explode”, you confided.

“Sshhh,” she breathed, and in a blink, frost covered her skin. The embrace of her rectum became cold as snow, just as her hand had been earlier. And once again, the change in her body temperature prevented your imminent climax.

“There. I’m giving you a second to recuperate, so you can enjoy this fully. But then I’ll need you to release yourself in my ass, Magnus. Can you do that for me?”

“Huh-uh” you agreed, hypnotized by your own lust.

She braced her hands on your wide-open knees and lifted herself up. Her ass clenched to your cock as if it didn’t want to let go. She lifted until only the tip of your oily rod remained, and then she let herself sink back down to the root.

“Haahh”, the sound escaped you.

And she repeated the process. She lifted her ass up your shaft and down to engulf you. The frost melted on her skin, and her anal cavity warmed up around you, as she did it again, and again. Her hands pushed against your steady legs as her body bounced; slowly at first, but soon her pace quickened: up, down, up, down… The chair creaked under you. Her butt slapped against your thighs, your oil-drenched cock sliding easily, filling her amazing ass over and over.

“Hnn hnn huh hunh! Ahh! Arrh! Ugh! Huh!”

Moans, cries, and sounds the likes of which you had never heard from her resonated in the little hut you shared. You felt your magic swell, as if you held a thousand spells and they were all going to blast out together.

“Yes!” she let out, “Yes! Yes! Magnus! My ass is yours! My ass is yours! Come for me! Come for me!”

And you let out a guttural cry as the first orgasm of your life rocked you, sending waves of power up your spine, out your limbs, and through the space around you, knocking your bowl off the table, the broth itself turning to steam in the air. Segora kept bouncing frantically, but then you grabbed her hips and ground her against you as your cock spurted inside her willing ass. She cried out:

“Oh! I’m—! No! I’m cum—ohhnghhh!”

And she ground her hips against you as you shook under her, and she shook with you, and groaned with you. As you held her pleasure-wrecked body impaled on your spurting cock, you felt your aura grow and wash over her like a sunrise. Then, it was over. You stopped jerking, and she laid back against your chest. The room filled with the sound of the two of you catching your breaths.

“Wow,” you said after a while.

“Huh-uh” she agreed.

Her hands grabbed yours and brought them up to her breasts. You squeezed and held them. The smell of her hair, sweat and dripping sex filled your nostrils. You savored the closeness. Despite your prescient abilities, you hadn’t seen that one coming. Nothing could have prepared you for that.

“Why did you keep that from me again?” you said, still ecstatic.

“Mmmm,” she chuckled. “Can’t you see? Can’t you see, now, how dangerous it can be? Sex is addictive, Magnus. Very addictive.”

She propped herself up and you sighed as your still-hard cock exited the snugness of her ass. She walked to her druidic robes on the floor.

“Now that you’ve had it, you will crave it even more. But unless you control your urges and limit yourself to anal sex, you’ll be trading away your power for fleeting pleasures. You understand?”

“Huh-uh.”

As far as you were concerned, anal sex had been amazing. Limiting yourself to that didn’t seem like such a loss. On the contrary, it felt like a whole new beautiful world had just opened. Stunned into beatitude by the sheer bliss of your first sexual experience, you stayed on your chair, naked, covered in sweat, and watched, as Segora dressed back into her druidic clothes and started packing your travel bag. You saw her stuff the purple glass jar, with the oil she had used earlier, inside it. She packed some dry food, a map, your alchemy kit...

“I felt something,” you said. “When I…”

She stopped and raised an eyebrow at you. Then, she smiled, for you didn’t know how to talk about sex yet.

“When you came,” she finished for you.

“Yes.”

“I sure hope you felt something, Magnus Wanderlust.”

“Oh I did. When I… came… in your ass, I felt… like… something opened in the world. Possibilities. Infinite possibilities. Like the rise of a new day.”

Her smile faded and thoughts wrinkled her eyebrows.

“When you released yourself up my ass, our auras linked in a unilateral way, as I intended it. The seed of power you shot inside me remains inaccessible to me, but you’ll be able to draw on it when I’m nearby. Your power will benefit from it. What puzzles me is…”

She held back her tongue, but as was common between you, you knew her thoughts without her having to express them.

“You… came as well,” you finished.

“Yes. Even though I had controlled myself. I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t even near. But when you shot your seed up my ass, the orgasm took over. Your orgasm. It… took over me.”

She let her words hang and you saw a shadow sweep across her face.

“Does that mean I stole some of your power?” you asked.

Her dark eyes lifted to meet yours and a shiver trailed down your neck.

“I’m not sure what it means,” she said. “I’ll have to investigate. I’ll let you know what I find when we meet in Hajelzore, two weeks from now.”

With that, she threw your travel bag at you. It hit you square on the chest.

“What? Hajelzore?” you mumbled, clenching your bag.

“You didn’t think I’d just abandon you, did you? It’s time for you to go on your own journey, but I can help you take the first steps. There's a temple in Hajelzore you should see. You have what you need for the journey there. If I'm not there in two weeks, wait another week. If I'm not there then, go your own way. You might want to talk to Aerlyn Soltana. You can reveal yourself to her, she'll help you. Otherwise, keep using aliases. Your name is your doom."

She went to the door. Her long wooden staff rested next to it; she grabbed it and swung her own travel bag over her shoulder.

"Are you leaving already?" you asked, still buttnaked on the chair.

She froze for a second. You noticed a long, lonely strand of curly dark hair dangling out of her ponytail, and your prescient senses flared with a portent of isolation, and displacement. She turned to you, treating you with what would be your last vision of her as your mentor, your tutelage in the magical arts now complete. For one last time, you saw Segora Featherheart, not as the naked goddess who had bounced her beautiful ass on your cock a few minutes ago, but as the powerful, wild, wise, and fiercely independent druidess who had raised you, taught you everything you knew.

“Now that you’ve had your sexual awakening," she said "lust will saddle your mind. I don't think it wise for us to spend the night here together."

She's afraid, you sensed, though you couldn't tell exactly what she feared.

"This is not goodbye," she said. "I'll see you soon." Then, after a moment's hesitation: "I can’t make your choices for you, Magnus, but if you ask me, your destiny is too great for you to waste. Don't expend your sexual energy, unless it's to do what we just did. Find allies, willing anal sex partners, and grow your power. Are you still committed to becoming the most powerful mage you can be?”