A new companion

Draco woke up with an Unusual feeling.
He looked up and saw that he was in his cave,but this is not where his feeling originated.

As Draco looked down at his body, he discovered the source of the unusual sensation.

To his surprise, the huntress he had rescued was now giving him a blowjob.
She had positioned herself between his legs, her head bent over his lap, her lips wrapped around his shaft.

He watched as she took his length deep into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she applied suction, her head bobbing gently but insistently.
Her Eyes were opened, looking seductively at him as she focused on her task.
It was clear that she was determined to please him, to coax the seed from his body.
Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the veins and ridges, exploring every inch of him. She took him deeper still, her lips brushing against the base of his cock,
her nose pressed against the taut muscles of his abdomen.

She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine, intensifying the sensation.
It was clear that she was enjoying this act as much as he was.
Her pace quickened, her mouth working him faster, her tongue lashing against the sensitive underside of his cock.
She was relentless in her pursuit, her goal singular and clear: to draw the semen from his body.
Draco could feel his climax approaching, his body tensing as he prepared to surrender to the inevitable release.

Draco let out a primal growl, his body responding to the huntress's eager ministrations. The sound echoed through the cave, raw and untamed.

He took his place on the back of her head, pushing her down his cock, completely dominating her.
She took him deep, her throat opening to accommodate his length, her lips pressed firmly against the base of his shaft.
He held her there, his hips thrusting upward, fucking her mouth with wild abandon.

She choked and gagged, her body convulsing as she struggled to take him, but she did not relent.
Her hands gripped his hips, her nails digging into his flesh, her eyes watering as she surrendered to his brutal pace.
She wanted this, wanted him to use her, to take his pleasure from her body.

Draco's growls grew louder, more savage, as his climax approached. He could feel her throat constricting around him, her mouth hot and wet, her tongue lashing against his shaft.
He thrust harder, his body tense, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to release.

"Fuck," he snarled, his voice like thunder, his body shaking with the **** of his impending orgasm.
He gripped her hair tighter, his fingers tangling in her locks, his hand forcing her head down, his cock buried as deep as possible in her throat.

Cum gushed into her mouth, flooding her throat. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes rolling back as she savored the taste and sensation.
She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as she gulped down his release. But it was too much, too intense,
and it spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, some even splattering onto the cave floor.
She didn't mind the mess, her focus entirely on the sensation of his warm seed filling her mouth.

Standing up, she opened her mouth, allowing him to see that her tongue and throat were coated white with his cum
. She swirled her tongue, gathering the remnants, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked gleam in her gaze.

"Mmm, your cum tastes amazing," she said, her voice husky and raw with desire. "So warm and salty, just the way I like it."
She licked her lips, scooping up the last drops, and then, without breaking eye contact, she scooped the wasted cum from her breasts, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean.
Her body hummed with satisfaction as she savored every last bit.

Once she had cleaned herself, she looked down at the cum on the floor, a playful smile on her lips.
She bent down, her fingers tracing the small puddle, and brought it to her mouth, sucking on her finger with a soft moan.

"Thank you for the meal," she added, her smile sultry and her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"My name is Draco," he said as he stood up, his voice echoing slightly in the cave. "And yours?"

"Venetia," she replied eagerly, her mouth still filled with his semen, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Draco grinned as he looked at her, taking in her wild, disheveled appearance, her flushed cheeks, and her cum-stained lips.
There was something feral and untamed about her, a raw energy that he found appealing.

"Looks like I found a good companion," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

Draco was sneaking through the forest, his senses heightened as he tracked the scent of an animal nearby.
The cool breeze rustled the leaves above, adding to the tension in the air as he crept carefully around a large tree.

Peering around the trunk, he spotted a male reindeer, peacefully grazing on fresh greenery, blissfully unaware of its impending fate.
The creature appeared magical; its eyes glowed a deep crimson, and its antlers dripped with what looked like blood, giving it an eerie presence.

He glanced back at Venetia, signaling her with a subtle gesture. She caught his eye and nodded in approval, raising her hand in preparation.

“Wind Scythe,” she murmured, her voice steady.

A swift slash of wind erupted from her hand, slicing cleanly through the air and decapitating the reindeer in an instant.

As they approached their prize, Venetia turned to Draco, her expression serious. “This is a blood reindeer,” she explained. “If we cook it correctly, it should be delicious, but eating it raw can lead to serious illness.”

Walking back to his cave, with their catch.
Valentia began to remove its hide, while Draco began to create a fire

It had been one week since their meeting, and a lot had changed in the cave.
Valentia, surprised by Draco’s living conditions, set about making improvements that transformed their space.

She constructed two beds from layers of leaves and animal furs, making sleeping much more comfortable than before.

In addition to the beds, Valentia built a primal kitchen using sturdy wood and stone. This setup allowed them to prepare food more effectively,
with a designated area for cooking and storing their supplies.

In addition to their newfound understanding, Venetia had also crafted a loincloth for Draco to wear,
covering his private parts and making it easier for him to walk around.
This simple garment provided a practical solution, as he no longer had to feel his dick swinging around all the time.

The cave, once a mere shelter, was now becoming a home, filled with a lot of affection from these two.

Draco watched with admiration as she worked, grateful for her existence.
Together, they were adapting to their new life, blending their strengths and forging a bond that deepened with each passing day.

However, new questions began to arise.
After all, his breeding add-on should have made pregnancy last only a week, and yet, Venetia seemed to show no signs of carrying a child.
Of course, his powers were still weak, but then why did the mind-break seem to work perfectly, making her completely obedient to him?

Draco pondered this, trying to make sense of the situation. "Maybe she found me attractive," he mused,
"and this, combined with years of unreleased sexual frustration, created this effect.
My powers didn't create the feelings; they only made them stronger," he concluded, attempting to rationalize the discrepancy.

He looked at Venetia, her eyes filled with devotion and desire, her body language submissive.
It was clear that she was drawn to him, her obedience seemingly born out of a genuine attraction and longing for a partner

"This would also explain why her sex drive was initially so high and now seems to have cooled off," he continued, his brow furrowed in thought.
He looked at Venetia, recalling her earlier eager and almost insatiable appetite for intimacy, which had since subsided to a more manageable level.

Draco nodded to himself, his theory seeming to fit the observations. "Her initial intense desire was likely a result of her pent-up frustration and attraction to me, amplified by my powers.
Now that she's had a release and has grown accustomed to my presence, her sex drive has returned to a more normal state," he reasoned.

Draco stared into the freshly ignited fire, recalling a conversation with Valentia from the previous day.

He had asked about the area and any nearby civilization.
Valentia had mentioned she’d never seen other humans but had heard of small towns along the coast.
She also shared a story from her parents about a nearby village of cat-humans, known for their powerful shadow magic and secrecy.
They moved their village every few years and only allowed trusted outsiders to enter.

Draco was intrigued. The cat-humans might hold answers to many of his questions.

He also found himself curious about Valentia’s parents and their past. He wondered if they had known more about this land.

He considered asking her, but seeing her peaceful expression, he decided to hold off.
There would be time to ask about her family and he decided to ask her tomorrow.

For now, he wanted to enjoy the quiet moment, the warmth of the fire, and the comfort of her presence.

“Magic comes from mana, and mana is a substance that exists everywhere around us,
”Venetia explained, her voice carrying the eight of self-taught knowledge.
She looked at Draco, her eyes holding the weight of someone who had mastered what he was just beginning to grasp.
“If you want to harness magic, you first need to collect this mana.”

Draco sat on the ground, his gaze fixed on her, eager to soak up every word. His powers had been growing steadily since their last battle, but only in one direction.
He could now create fire breaths with more precision, channeling them into fierce bursts of flame.
Yet, beyond that, his control faltered. It frustrated him—he knew there was more to unlock, more he could do, but it eluded him.

Venetia’s words drew him back to the present. “Magic is not only the power to create, it is also the power to change,” she continued
“To truly use it, you must first understand how you want to manipulate that power. Envision it clearly, and only then can you bring it into existence.”

She stepped forward and placed her hand on his chest.
The warmth of her palm seemed to penetrate his skin, radiating a calm strength that made him feel grounded.
“Breathe deeply,” she instructed, her voice a low murmur that seemed to blend with the faint whisper of the wind.
“Let the air fill your lungs and feel the mana swirling within it. The energy is all around you. You just need to sense it.”

Draco closed his eyes, following her guidance.
He inhaled slowly, deeply, letting the air flood his chest.
And then he felt it—a subtle stirring, like the awakening of a dormant sense.
His mind sharpened, and it was as though a third eye had opened, one that could perceive more than just the physical world.

The very air, no the World around him was alive with energy, a pulse of raw potential.

“So this is mana,” he thought, his heart quickening with the realization.
It wasn’t just a **** outside of him; it was everywhere, in everything, waiting to be called upon.
The atmosphere itself seemed to hum with it, an invisible thread that connected all things.

Venetia stepped back, her eyes watching him intently. “Now,” she said softly, “focus on the fire you want to create.
Feel the mana and shape it in your mind. Imagine it clearly, and the magic will follow.”

Draco’s breath deepened as he raised his arms, palms open. He could feel the heat begin to gather in his hands, small flickers of warmth at first, but steadily growing.
He envisioned the flames, their flickering tongues dancing in his palm. The image grew sharper in his mind—the way the fire would move, how it would bend and twist with the wind.

“Imagine it,” he whispered to himself, his voice a mix of command and plea.
He could feel the energy now, coiling just beneath the surface of his skin, a warmth that spread from his chest to his fingertips.

Then, with a sharp crackle, flames erupted from his palm, steady and bright, casting a warm glow around him.
The fire danced in his hand, flickering in response to the slightest movement of his fingers.
He concentrated harder, feeling the power surge through him.
Flames roared to life, growing larger, and hotter, their heat pulsing outward as if alive.

Venetia’s breath caught. Even she hadn’t expected such a transformation so quickly.
The fire wasn’t just a flame—it was an inferno. The cave walls reflected the fiery light, casting long, flickering shadows that seemed to shift with the flames.

Draco stared at the blaze in his hand, awe and pride swelling in his chest.

“I think I understand it now,”