Exit: The Wizard, Paul

I decide I've waited long enough. As entertaining as it is to keep casually warping her very being and essence with this phenomenal blessing I've been granted, I do think I'm quite satisfied with my cute little apprentice. And what's the point of seducing such a cute young woman with your grandeur and magic if you're not going to make use of her every now and again?

With a swirl, the Prompt's words dissolve into mist, and the room fills with sound.

"...you're such a tease," Sarah murmurs with a cute pout. "Did you just want to stare at me for a bit?"

"Sorry," I apologize with a facetious smile. "I'm just happy you're here for me."

My sweet, innocent young apprentice's lips curl up in a cute smile, her cheeks reddening at the compliment and completely missing my mocking undertone.

"Th-thank you, Master," she stammers out, glancing to the side. "I am too. But, um..."

I reach down and pat her on the head, and she leans into it. I can feel her warm, soft hair on my palm, and I trace my hand down to rub her behind one of her ears like a dog. A normal elf would be grossly offended by this - a normal woman, even - but Sarah's so innocent and so thoroughly trained that she actually leans into the touch and starts nuzzling my wrist.

After a few more seconds of enjoying her ear, I finally pull my hand away and grab her by the chin instead. "But what, my dear?" I ask, tilting her face up.

Sarah's eyes open slightly, and looks up at me from beneath her lashes with an expression of pure adoration. "Master..." she breathes, her thighs rubbing together. "Please... stop teasing me. I want your dick. Your big, magical cock!"

Hah! I let my grin spread to a full-faced smile, and Sarah's eyes widen and sparkle. Even with the glasses, I can see her pupils dilating. I'm starting to feel a bit too much in the moment, but it's always fun to make a girl swoon. "That's a good girl," I purr down at her, swaying my hips and letting my exposed member swing back and forth. "Do you want it?"

"Yesss!" she breathes, eyes locked on my cock as she leans in, licking her lips.

"Beg for it."

Sarah leans her face into my thigh and nuzzles it as she looks up at me. "Please, master," she says, her hands rising up to cup her tits through her bikini, "please let me suck on your big, juicy wizard-cock. Let me taste your precum. Let me suck you dry. Please!"

I laugh and pull my chair closer. I lean back into the seat, resting my arms on the armrests. "Well then," I say with a grin, "get to sucking."

"Yes, Master!" Sarah cries, grabbing my dick with one hand as she practically throws herself into me as she scrambles forward on her knees and starts to suckle on my cock with a muffled "Mmm..."

Her hands are soon to join her mouth, and she's working her head up and down my shaft while stroking me with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. I can feel her soft hair on my thighs and stomach, her warm, wet tongue on the underside of my dick. I can feel her soft hand massaging my balls as she works her lips and fingers up and down, up and down, up and...

"Ahh..." I sigh, and Sarah moans around me. Her eyes are shut and her brows are furrowed, her cheeks hollowed. It's quite obvious she's putting all her effort into sucking the life out of my cock. It's futile, of course. The 'magic' of my magic dick involves, amongst a few other things, endless virility. She could suck my dick and milk it for hours, and it'd stay erect and ready for her to suck and suck and suck...

...it's quite an effective tool for keeping her in the mood and willing to work on my cock. But if it was just a normal big dick that never runs out, a sexual partner might enjoy it but that wouldn't be enough to train a prim, proper elf girl into my loyal and eager cocksucking apprentice. No, the magic comes in with a little bit of mind control and a healthy dose of aphrodisiacs. It's not enough to change her personality or make her a bimbo or anything, but it's plenty to make her more gullible, to make me and my dick more enticing, and to make the things I do and say to her more reasonable and appealing to her.

And of course, it's plenty to keep her hard at work on my dick for however long I want. Sarah knows exactly how to please my big magic dick, and she has no problem dedicating herself to the task of doing so. That's not to say I don't feel the need to help her along, of course.

"Ah... ah, that's it, Sarah," I groan. "That's it. Keep sucking. Just like that..."

"Mmm..." Sarah moans, her lips and fingers and hand and tongue working overtime as I start to thrust up into her mouth and down her throat, making her eyes squeeze shut. I rest a hand on the back of her head as I fuck her mouth, and her free hand slides down her body and between her legs.

I take my time with it, enjoying the sensation of Sarah's mouth and hand and tongue and throat and fingers. I can feel her soft skin, her long, delicate fingers, her wet tongue, her tight throat, and even the very carefully gentle scrape of her teeth as she widens her mouth to allow my appendage passage. I can hear her soft moans, her wet, sloppy blowjob noises, and her quiet, muffled whimpers. I can smell her sweet scent, her musky sweat, her arousal, and her pussy.

It's all so perfect.

I don't need to cum, but I do anyway. I thrust my hips up one final time, slamming the entirety of my length down my cute apprentice's throat and pushing her nearly off balance as I unload down her esophagus. Sarah's eyes go wide and tears start to well up at the corners as I pump my seed directly into her stomach, but she doesn't gag or attempt to pull away.

Sarah's so obedient and eager to please, she just sits there and takes it as I shoot load after load of sticky, messy cum down her throat and into her belly. Her hands continue working on my cock, milking me for every drop as she swallows and swallows and swallows, her belly bulging and her throat bulging with each gulp.

"Good girl," I groan as I finally finish cumming, pushing her face off of my 'head.' "How was it?"

Sarah coughs a few times, her throat spasming as she swallows the last of my load, then takes a deep breath and smiles up at me. "Delicious, Master," she says, licking her lips. "Your cum is always so tasty. I'm so happy you shared it with me!"

"Is that right?" I ask, grinning. "Well then, I guess I'll let you have some more later. Now, onto our lesson... what was it again?" I can't remember, actually. And when did I take my pants of... well, why would I have been wearing pants while I taught Sarah to begin with? She's long since stopped to care about propriety or modesty.

Sarah gasps in realization and scrambles to stand. "Yes! The lesson. Thank you for the meal, Master!"

I wave a hand. "Yeah, yeah, now seriously: where were we?

"Yes, sir!" Sarah chirps, folding her hands - one still slick with her own juices - into her lap as she crosses her legs. "We were about to start with the magical theory of the day!"

"Right," I mutter. "Magical theory. Well, since I'm already here, let's talk about some real world applications of the Theory of the Locus." I grab a piece of chalk from the chalkboard behind me, shake off the strange deja-vu like sensation its existence generates, and start to write. "The Theory of the Locus is the concept of the existence and nature of the 'Locus' itself, which is for our purposes 'the world as we can observe it' or simply 'our reality.' The Theory of the Locus is the basis for all of our magic, and is the foundation of our understanding of the universe."

Sarah nods along, her eyes wide as she takes in my words. "Yes, Master. Please go on!"

I smile and nod at her, continuing to write. "The Theory of the Locus states that all things in existence have a place, or a location, within the Locus. This includes objects, beings, ideas, concepts, and even the very laws of physics themselves."

As I finish writing, I glance over and notice Sarah has a look of intense focus on her face, and her legs are tightly pressed together. Her hands are fidgeting in her lap, and her breathing has gotten noticeably heavier. Amongst many other 'personal' lessons, Sarah considers learning and education to be sexually arousing activities, and for sexual intercourse in general to be a critical facet of her education... so just listening to me lecture is enough to make her a little bothered.

"Now, the most basic form of magic is the manipulation of the Locus to achieve an effect," I say. "For example, we can use the theory to create fireballs, or to teleport, or to fly. But the theory can also be used to manipulate other things, such as the weather, the tides, or even the very fabric of reality. But the theory thus far only tells us 'these things exist within the world.' Sarah, how do you affect the locus to actualize any of these effects?"

Sarah raises her hand, and I point at her to speak. "Yes, Master," she says, squirming in her seat. "The Locus is a reflection of our thoughts and desires, so by manipulating our thoughts and desires, we can affect the Locus and thus achieve magical effects. Those with more magical talent than others are those to whom the locus most strongly responds. This is elves in general, but also some standout humans such as yourself, Master."

"Very good," I praise, and Sarah blushes. "Now, perhaps you could demonstrate. Please stand up and prepare to cast a simple spell."

"Yes, Master." Sarah rises from her seat, and I can see the slight tent in her bikini bottoms. She's getting wet from this, as expected, and it's making me hard again.

Sarah takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, and begins to focus. Her lips twitch, and her hips jitter, then she opens her eyes and raises her hands and casts her spell. A small, shimmering ball of fire appears in her palms, and she smiles in triumph. "There!" she declares, holding the ball aloft. "Master, I've done it!"

I nod in satisfaction and move on to the next lesson. Sarah's training is progressing nicely, and she's learning quickly. Soon, she'll be able to cast more complex spells, and I'll be able to teach her more advanced techniques. Then we can get to the... really fun thins I've wanted to do with an elvish apprentice.

I can't wait.