Head to the town, after reminding the Succubus who is in charge...

You look suspiciously at Eisheth, knowing that in your sudden flight from the university you had let her take the lead too much; she was your servant and an untrustworthy one at that. You needed to re-establish your command over her and remind her that you were not without power of your own. Focusing your mind, you speak her true name with the power of your trained will behind it.

“Eisheth, you are my servant and you will obey me!”

The **** of your will coupled with her true name brings the succubus to her knees in shock.

“Yes Master…” she says shakily, her body trembling, “Have I not served you well already? Have I not obeyed your every command?”

“You took us out of the University as I commanded, that is true,” you tell her in a voice ringing with command “but you are not the one who chooses my Fate. Now I must again remind you who is Master and who is servant.”

Eisheth shakes as though each word is a lash across her bent back and you grind your teeth in concentration as you bear down harder on her with your unyielding will, well honed at the University of the Unseen.

“Remove your disguise servant; show that you can obey and please your master!”

The blue prefect’s robes dissolve like mist from Eisheth’s cowering body and her horns, fiery hair and the red hue of her skin returns. The sight of her naked on the grass before you reminds you why you had begun down the path of a Lust Sorcerer and you slip off your own grey robes to stand naked in the sun, your hardening cock inches from her face.

“I will please my master.” The succubus replies meekly then climbs to her knees and takes your stiff member into her mouth.

Her heavy breasts heave as she seems to inhale the head and shaft in a single practiced motion, her hands rising to gently cup and fondle your balls as you feel the head of your cock slide down her slick warm throat. Her tongue moves around your tool in ways that make you shudder in pleasure. Pulling her head back until her mouth was free again she looks up at your from her place at your feet, her eyes bright with mischief.

“Does this please my master?” she asks, a hint of teasing in her voice.

“Shut up and suck it, you infernal slut!” you growl and grabbing her long dark hair in both hands shove your cock back into her mouth.

Eisheth grunts in surprise as you jerk your hips forward, yanking her head hard down on your rigid cock, then begins to work her mouth and throat in earnest. Her immense tits bounce with as you start thrusting heavily down her throat and she wiggles her ass playfully as she sucks and swallows your throbbing dick eagerly.

You close you eyes, enjoying the sensation of face-fucking this gorgeous creature. Was this the sort of pleasures a Lust Sorcerer took as a reward for their studies and work? If so then you would work hard indeed! Your hands run through Eisheths dark hair until they find her two short horns and gripping them like handles, you begin ramming your cock between her soft rosebud lips with renewed vigor.

The succubus doesn’t protest, instead she purrs in pleasure and slurps on your steely cock greedily, licking and swallowing it as it pistons in and out of warm mouth. Her delicate fingers tickle the base of you shaft and gently caress your balls sending shivers of pleasure up your spine as she expertly sucks your full length into her mouth. Your knees tremble at her expert techniques and you feel your balls throbbing as you approach climax.

“Here is your reward, my servant!” you roar and your cock explodes down her throat.

With a muffled moan of pleasure the succubus begins to swallow eagerly, not a single drop escaping her scarlet lips as she sucks every last drop of your cum from your fountaining dick and all too soon it is over. Panting, you pick up your discarded robes and slip them back on as Eisheth watches you with an expectant expression, licking her lips in satisfaction.

“My master rewards me richly.” She murmurs in appreciation, fondling a bare breast absent mindedly. “Is my master satisfied or does he wish more of my body?”

“Enough.” You grunt, but you feel your cock stirring again at the sight of her naked and glorious before you. “Cloth yourself in something suitable for travel, we’re headed into that town.”

Soon Eisheth is returned to her human disguise and clothed herself in an adventurer’s garb. Tight leather leggings that hug her firm thighs and ass enticingly and trim leather jerkin that narrows at her slender waist and opens at the neck to show off a fair amount of her spectacular cleavage. At her waist hang a long whip and a wicked looking short sword completing the costume.

Her attire would likely attract some attention, but not same the sort of attention two unescorted young wizards would invite, wandering in out of the wilderness so far out on the borders of the kingdom. At least now you looked like the more familiar spell-caster and fighter partnerships that are common amongst seasoned adventurers.

The walk to the fortified town of Furlone wasn’t long, and though the two gate guards stared at the pair of you (or at least Eisheth’s ass) they didn’t bother you as you passed through the solid wooden gatehouse into the town proper.

You stop when you reach the main square. The town was big enough to support a few inns and you spot one called the ‘Wandering Boot’ off to your right. A small group of townsfolk, farmers and a pair of adventurers were sitting at tables outside it enjoying the sun and their drinks. Your eyes move over them warily then up at a large timber and stone mansion set on a hill above the town square, the home of the Baronet, Lady Sileen you guess. Just then Eisheth gently takes your arm and smoothly turns you as she nods across the square at another large building…

“Look there Master,” She purrs warmly in your ear “There is the place for us to stay, it will afford us privacy and offers many comforts and other luxuries you will enjoy.”

You stare at the well appointed building for a moment not understanding until you catch sight of the scantily dressed women lounging in the windows and doorways. It’s a whore-house!

You stare about torn between heading for the inviting tavern, presenting yourself to the Baronet or setting yourself up in the brothel…