Cum. HARD

I needed to cum. I felt as if I was going insane. Veins stood out, not only in my slick, iron-hard shaft but in my forehead and arms as well. I was beetroot-red and glistening with sweat. My hips bucked and the muscles of my arms bulged angrily as I tried to **** her hands, to rip through the ropes that bound me so I could sheath my burning meatpole in the depths of her throat, throw her to the ground and violate her tight fuckholes. I wanted to fuck her tight little cunt until she begged for mercy, violently **** apart those round, inviting asscheeks and bury my raging flesh-spear deep in her guts, painting her insides white with my cum to mark her as my property, grinding her into the dirt until she was broken underneath me. All human thought had fled from my being, leaving only a white-hot, surging ****, simultaneously hideous and shameful to the civilized sensibilities of my waking mind and achingly, eternally familiar to me nonetheless, for it was the inhuman, unquenchable, id-driven thirst for both brutal destruction and unbridled creation of primal Man.

"Ah, it looks like you´re ready!" Solmina sighed, though I could no longer understand her words. Her face was flushed, precum and droll glistened on her chin and her eyes were quite wild. Her lower body squirmed in discomfort, thighs pressing together with frustration. Increasing the speed of her wet fist pumping my throbbing prick, she licked down the length of my shaft, following the path of a thick vein. She opened her mouth wide, wrapping her lips around my ballsack, slurping at the aching, weighty orbs while her hands slipped up and down my veiny fuckstick. Reaching under the table, she produced a large, intricately crafted bronze bowl, etched with strange carvings. She increased the stimulation to an unbearable level, fucking my cock with her slick fingers, which could just about wrap themselves around my raging girth, while noisily sucking on the beefy, cum-filled testicles that filled her cheeks. This time, she kept going, not slowing down, not removing her hands, she lovingly milked my prick until I with a roar, my churning, aching pillar of lust began to twitch as I crashed over the edge into the most powerful orgasm of my life.

She angled my pounding, red cockhead towards the bowl and increased the speed with which her hand milked my rod. Fists clenched, I let out a deep grunt through gritted teeth as I began to blast over a months´ worth of pent-up cum into the receptacle. My nuts twitched and contracted rhythmically, wrapped in the warm wetness of Solmina´s suckling mouth as they sent load after load of thick, ropey white goo surging up my veiny shaft to spurt messily from my piss-slit. The bowl rang out like a bell as each vicious shot thumped wetly into it. I shook and moaned as my balls pumped torrents of pearly cum into the waiting bowl, each pulse an unbelievably thick, fertile string of hot fuckjuice. Eyes wide, gasping with shock at the sheer amount of semen that was spewing from my prick, not an inch from her face, like a geyser of white jelly, she continued to pump my rod, milking me into the bowl.

After an eternity of sweaty, grunting spurts, my balls ceased their anguished twitching and the last drops of cum trickled out of my cock and into the bowl. Gasping and exhausted, I lay back eyes closed, completely spent. With a wet *plop*, Solmina let my sack slip out from between her lips. Sitting up on the table, she gazed, eyes wide in a mixture of amusement, awe, desire and more than a little bit of fear at the bowl resting on my stomach, which despite its size, was filled almost to the brim with my hot, thick jizz.

Carefully, she lifted the heavy bowl. Her hands shook slightly, spilling some of its sticky white contents into her lap. She moved her face close to the surface. Breathing deeply, she inhaled the thick, grassy scent of my seed and stuck out her tongue, lapping up a mouthful as an alleycat might lap at a bowl of milk laid out for it. She sighed, a shiver running through her body, blushing a deep pink. "B-Bloody hell..." she breathed, "What on earth do they feed you down there? I´ve never seen so much... and it´s so thick, like jelly..." turning to me she smiled, flushed with excitement as much as with lust, "This is great! This is perfect! I reckon we could summon the Gods of Old themselves with this much Od! Thanks so much Solomon!"

"Yeah... thanks I could help..." I groaned. I felt drained, shrivelled, as though all the nutrients had been sucked out through my dick. I felt as though the next time I looked in the mirror, I´d see a haggard old man staring back at me. "Can you untie me now? I can´t feel my hands..."

"Sure." Mina snapped her fingers and I felt the bonds loosen. Gingerly I sat up. Laying the bowl of cum to one side, Mina produced a small ceramic vial and handed it to me. "Drink this. It´ll replenish some of your energy." Not bothering to check it, I popped off the lid and gulped down the contents. The potion tasted of fish-oil and iron filings, but sure wnough, I felt the strength return to my limbs with remarcable speed.

"So... What are we going to do with all of my, erm, essence, if you don´t mind me asking?" I inquired.

"What do you mean ´We´?" Mina, seemed taken aback.

"You don´t think you can just ****, tie up and sexually **** a Magus of Thracis for his jizz and then refuse to explain to him what you´re actually doing it for!" I countered, "I´m in this scheme now, sure as my cum is in that bowl. I can help you out here. Your practical magic is good, excellent even, but I doubt your theory is on my level. I can tell you´re planning something big, so least you can do is let me share my knowledge." Truth was, I was curious to see the nature of this young witch´s magic. For all the high learning that went on in the Citadel, summoning spells, were a rarity these days. This was a prime opportunity to witness some wild magic of the ancient sort and my curiosity was peaked. What spirits would these fierce and unforgiving lands give rise to and how would they react to being called by a mere human girl? I had to know. Besides, without the cloak and hat (and now that I was no longer at her teasing mercy) Mina seemed rather small and frail. For all her talents, I doubted her ability to perform the complex invocations necessary to raise...whatever it was she planned on raising. Strange as it may seem, I really didn´t want anything to happen to her.

"...Fine." Mina replied, "You can help. In fact I´d be grateful for your help. This is the first time I´ve tried this. Nan said it´s not too difficult, that He wouldn´t give me too much trouble, but you never know..." She picked up the bowl and carefully carried it into the centre of the hut, "Come over here and I´ll explain it to you..."