Lewd the Magic Trainer

"Mistress," Rasa said. She took a step forward. "I greatly appreciate everything you've done for me."

"Hm?" Sarrave said. She tilted her head. "You're welcome." Then she waited, her gaze challenging.

Rasa smiled, stepping closer. "And I've enjoyed my time here...with you. I'd love to stay here a bit longer...If you haven't gotten tired of me. So, if there's anything—"

"Kneel."

Rasa dropped to her knees. Her heart quickened.

Sarrave leaned over the other woman, a subtle smile on her face. "So this is something you would enjoy?" Rasa nodded assuredly. "Then I suppose I can...indulge you a bit."

Sarrave fiddled with her garments, and in a moment her skirt and underwear fell down to her ankles. "Lick."

Rasa was confronted with the sight of a shaven, pale pink pussy, glistening softly. A moment later she was confronted with the taste, as she pressed her lips to those soft folds, and she extended her tongue to begin licking. "Mmmnah..." She couldn't help moaning as she explored the sorceress' pussy, tongue sliding teasingly between the folds, moving up to find the bud of her clit.

"Oooh!" Sarrave let out a sigh, sounding a lot like a purr. Her fingers tangled in Rasa's short hair, tugging the other woman closer. Rasa tilted her head back and pressed her face between Sarrave's legs, her breath tickling the sorceress' skin.

Then Rasa felt a touch between her own legs. She squeaked in surprise, gazing upward.

Sarrave smirked down at her. "Perhaps in a few more lessons you'll be able to master this," she said. "Consider it your homework." She held up one hand, and she crooked her finger.

As that finger bent, Rasa felt something push into her sex. She groaned, then she began licking with abandon. Her hips rocked against the unseen ****, and she lapped at Sarrave's dripping pussy.

"Yes," Sarrave panted, her grasp on Rasa's head tightening. "Like...that..." Her own hips rocked, humping Rasa's face. Rasa herself whimpered eagerly, bouncing a little where she knelt. She moved her tongue up, down, around, laving attention on Sarrave's clit, urging her on to...

"Ahhhhhh!" A sharp cry echoed through the training area. Rasa felt, and tasted, wetness flowing over her tongue. Her cheeks burned, and she felt her own climax take hold of her; her pussy throbbed around stiff arcane ****, her panties dampened by her orgasm.

After long moments of shared panting, Sarrave tugged Rasa's head away. "Good," she breathed. "You really are a fast learner..."