Yes... but

Your plump lips amd hot tongue lap and swirl. It was a learning experience to say the least. Sadly you were more attentive in reading Mistress Morrigans subtly shifting hips tham any grimoire she placed on your desk.

Taking those hints and shifting your attention. Attuned to the moment, the sweetness of her taste the pounding of your heart. The little rewards of Morrigan's enchantment your pleasure seemingly tied to your own. It seemed to be a very complicated spell that wove several concepts into being if you had a chance to study it may take you a year to discover all the properties.

The connection to the Sorceress' moans and bucking. The heavy pulse and stroke of those glyphs surrounding your needy shaft told you that there was a connection.

In those final moments so close to bliss Morrigan cried out in pleasure but your own hung desperately high and out of reach. Like a golden fruit hanging from a cracked tree branch but never falling into your hands.

In fact trying to satisfy that need seemed impossible trying to grasp your member felt as if trying to hold onto a boiling kettle. Yet it was only when you moved away from trying to finish this pent up lust that the pain shooed you away.

Morrigan lye back giggling in post orgasm. "Lovely little bit of magic there isn't it." She clearly commented on your **** state. "Well my little witch, you do have a tongue for this though you've never been very powerful... that should help... if it doesnt drive you mad." She laughed.

What sort of spell had she cast on you?

"Its called the Incubus Curse Mark darling, your going to be a **** to your own lust but the more pent up you are the better your magic also the more 'conquests' you manage to acrew your pitiful level of magic will rise but you get a major spike if you're horny or freshly fucked." She mused "My little witchboi, long story short if you still want to be a successful mage you'll be doing alot of fucking in the future." Amused and cruel she adopted a sultry pose legs crossed together.

"Don't worry about not being able to... handle yourself... if you want to finish you'll have to get someone else to deal with that, masturbating is now off limits that would be cheating after all." She chuckled again.

"And you still owe me for your screw up by the by... best find a job while you're all charged up." She laughed again.