surrendered to his impulses

When he judged his sex to be at its peak, he pulled me by the hair, grabbed my hips, lifted me up, placed his legs on my shoulders, and penetrated me in one thrust to the hilt. I gasped.

He sat on the desk, spun it around his shaft, which brought me to a sexual level beyond my ability to control. Then he began to alternately penetrate my vagina and anus. It was too much, I screamed like a beast in heat.

His hands gripped the back of my neck, lifting my legs to impale me with brutal ****, his fingers digging into my flesh as he quickened his pace, each thrust deeper, more merciless than the last. The wood of the desk creaked under our weight, the drawers slamming in time with our bodies. Pain and pleasure mingled in an unbearable whirlwind, my screams **** in my throat each time he changed orifices, filling me in turn with sadistic precision.

He whispered in my ear,

• I've uttered a spell of sexual growth, vigor, and infinite sperm; you'll be begging me before the end of the day.

So excited, he came for the first time inside my vagina. Sneering, he continued unabated, attacking my anus savagely, showing no sign of fatigue.

His fingers tightened on my hips, his nails digging burning furrows into my skin as he pushed me deeper onto him, each movement calculated to draw a hoarse moan. The heat of his semen still inside me mingled with the brutal friction, creating a slippery, obscene sensation that made me cringe.

Suddenly, he rocked back, pulling me with him, and my back hit the desk with a dull thud. My breath escaped in a muffled cry, my spine crushed against his hard chest as he held my body fully penetrated, his enormous cock stretching me beyond all limits.

His hands, still anchored to my hips, prevented me from fleeing. He had already come three times while forcing two painful orgasms, yet he was so good. He treated me with the same consideration as a blow-up doll, which he manipulated as he saw fit. I could no longer control the signals sent to me by my nerve endings, my skin. I was drooling, no longer in control of my body. Semen flowed freely from my holes, but nothing seemed able to stop it.

With a brutal hand, he ripped me from the surface of the desk, my skin sticking to the varnished wood before pulling away with a wet squelch. His fingers dug into my ribs like vices as he turned me over, pressing my stomach against the sharp edge of the furniture. The shock made me gasp, my mouth opening in a silent gasp as his palms crushed my shoulder blades, forcing me to arch my back further.

He enjoyed seeing me impaled on his merciless sex. In an ecstatic state, I was nothing more than a basin he filled mercilessly, nothing more than a sheath he destroyed. His fingers slapped my thighs, marking my flesh with burning ridges as he pinned me to the desk. A new jet of hot semen spurted inside me, triggering an involuntary convulsion that made me arch my back with a hoarse cry. The wood of the desk creaked beneath our mingled weights, the sharp edge sawing into my stomach with each brutal thrust.

Only the cessation of the spells saved me. He unloaded one last time, disappointed, before grabbing my hair and pulling me toward a staircase that led to the bowels of the tower. I thought I knew what awaited me.