Master Readner's last day

Master Readner stormed back towards his office. Although he really tried to focus on a suited penalty for the naughty servant maid, he couldn't help but think of her multiple assets rather than her misconduct. Those full, red lips. The golden mass of curly hair. The long legs and that those swaying tits. And not to forget those round hips and the smoothe, bubble ass. Readner Frombolt had never been a women's man, and learned to accept it. So why the hell would one servant wench raise long forgotten desires all of sudden? Heck, he was a schmuck if he really bothered.

So, when he finally arrived at his room, his only concern was the presence of the girl. Would she really be there, in his office, waiting for him to decide over her fate? He straightened his shoulders. He wanted to look imposing when he went to face the little slut.

To his delight, the wench had really come to his office as told. She sat on his chair, face towards the door, her eyes downcast in submission. Her hands rested in her lap, her legs were tightly closed. But the way her skirt rode up her thighs, made his head swim. Was it normal, that those serving girls wore such enticing clothes? He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and closed the door behind him.

"I'm pleased you really came to my office to answer to your transgressions."

"Yes, Master Readner." She spoke gently with a soft undertone that warmed his heart. She didn't look up, which he took as a sign of contrition.

"So, I've yet to interrogate your mate in this case, but even though you might only be a victim, you will have to accept any kind of punishment I impose on you."

"I understand, sir."

Master Readner sighed relievedly. It was a good thing she did understand, because he actually didn't totally grasp what he was saying. If she really was just an innocent victim, why would he want to punish her? But somehow it seemed just right not to be too lenient in this case.

"So, do you have to say anything in your defense?"

"No, sir."

"Hmm, no?" He paced about the room, his eyes fixed on her submissive form. And those appealing legs. And her firm tits that showed up under her tight servant's costume. Had it really been that tight all the time? Readner was confused. "So, if you won't speak up in your defense, tell me, why did you make love to this student?"

"I-I don't know, sir. Maybe it's just..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe it's just that I'm a naughty girl?"

"A naughty girl..." Readner mused. "Yeah, I imagine you'd be a naughty girl." He paused to wipe another pearl of sweat from his face. Since when was it that hot on his office? "So, what should I do about a young, naughty lady?"

"I confess. I... I must be punished, sir."

"Yes, indeed. You must be punished. And what'd you consider appropriate for a naughty little wench like you?"

"I need to be spanked, sir." For the first time she looked up at him with those incredibly deep eyes.

"Yes. Spanking. Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking!" Readner blurted out. Yes, this was the perfect way to teach that slutty, little brat not to mess again with the respectable pupils of this school of arcane sciences. "So, if you accept a good spanking as punishment, you better get in position, would you?"

"Yes, sir." Without hesitation the blonde girl raised herself from the chair and climbed on the seat. She took a position on her knees, with her back turned towards the room and her tits bend over the back of the chair.

"Ah, very well," he gasped. "I would have thought of a less degrading position. But you're right, this is an appropriate way to spank a naughty girl like you. Now be a good girl, and lift your skirt, so you will feel every slap properly."

He watched as she grabbed the hem of her tightly clinging skirt and moved it up on her thighs. He could have sworn that she moved much slower than appropriate, but who was he to object, when she offered such a sleazy show. Finally, her skirt was hitched up over her hips. Readner had full access to her smooth round behind. Lords, she really had an appalling butt. His mouth became watery and he stumbled about the room in search of his wooden ruler to apply his punishment on this slutty, naughty kitchen wench. Finally, he found it. He grabbed it firmly in his hands and took up a position right behind her raised ass.

"Is there anything you have to say, before I start spanking you, wench?"

"No, master. Only..."

"Yes?"

"Don't be too hard on me, sir. Please!"

"Don't worry, I won't." But just as she asked her for mildness, he knew that this little brat wanted exaclty the opposite. He raised his arm, took aim on one gleaming, unblemished butt cheek, and brought the ruler down with full ****.

SMACK!

"Ouch!" the girl panted through clenched teeth.

SMACK!

"Owww!" she gasped again. Her buttocks swayed with each smack, and her skin quickly turned a mild red.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Again and again he brought the ruler down. Soon she was writhing and squirming on her knees. Her ass started to turn an angry red, but still he couldnt stop spanking that naughty, little wench. Her silent cries sounded like chimes in his ears, and in his loins a long forgotten desire stirred. After twenty hard strokes he took a break and moved closer to examine his handiwork. The little slut rested uneasily on the chair. Tousled strands of her hair hung over her lovely cheeks. He moved closer, and a strange, musky aroma filled his nostrils. He looked more closely. Lords, there was moistness between her legs. The wench was getting aroused from being spanked!

"You... you really are one naughty slut!" he gasped breathlessly.

"Yes, master. I... I can't help it. Please."

"Please what?" he asked sarcastically. He knew what she was aching for. With his free hand he reached out and touched the wetness between her thighs. The girl moaned and lifted her ass higher. "Oh, yes. Touch me there!"

Readner couldn't believe this, couldn't believe his luck. All those years he had wished for a female being who'd be willing to open herself for him. He had accepted his failures in dating women, and stopped looking for it. And now he had the perfect slut, kneeling in his office, with red butt, wet pussy, and everything else he would have asked for. He dug his fingers deeper between her crotch, resulting in another series of purr-like moans. His noticed the swell in his pants, and became more adventurous with every second. Still, the purpose they were here, was to apply a punishment on this wretched slut. Quickly, without a warning, he withdrew his hand and planted a hard slamp with his palm to the girl's unprotected ass.

"Ouwww!"

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Master Readner cast the ruler aside and used his hands for the second round of punishment. Again the girl's stifled cries filled the air. But this time, his hands made direct contact with her firm, hot ass cheeks. He enjoyed he feeling how they tensed when he struck his blows. The tension in his loins became unendurable. The squirming and wiggling of the girl didn't help at all.

"You..." SLAP! "raunchy..." SLAP! "little slut." SLAP! "I'll teach you to tease masters and pupils alike. I think it's time for one..." SLAP! "...more lesson."

"Owww! Yes, master!" the girl hissed. "Whatever you wish."

"Turn around, slut!"

The girl obeyed without delay. Nimbly she climbed off the seat. Questioning eyes looked up at him. They were dark and full with passion. Way darker than he remembered.

"Sir...?"

Before a single flicker of doubt could breach the barriers of desire that had grown firm and tall around the rational part of his mind, her unspoken question turned his attention back to the fire in his loins. "Kneel down, slut." She cast her eyes down, as if accepting a fate worse than the spanking she had just received. However, she dropped down to her knees. A swift, well-rehearsed motion, as if practiced a thousands of times before. Again, the moth of doubt buzzed through his thoughts, but the sight of the girl's beautiful head level with his loins, and the cleavage of her ripped open blouse - when did that happen? - were more than enough to sent the moth back into oblivion. He began to unbutton his trousers.

"You know what I want, slut?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, her head still bent low in shame and submission.

"Then do it!"

She lifted her delicate hands and helped him freeing his hard wizard schlong. Readner gasped, when his cock sprang into freedom. He looked down and felt pride for his erect member. It wasn't too big, but big enough to fill the girl's sweet mouth just fine. With heaving breasts, she inched her head closer. Tentatively, she flicked her tongue out, like a snake's tongue at first contact with a possible enemy. Her manicured fingers held his cock in position. The warmth of her hands further stirred his desires.

"C'mon, slut. Lick my cock!"

Her tongue danced around the tip of his cock, teasing and toying with him. Slowly she moved up, until her lips touched his pre-cum covered cockhead. He moaned with horniness. Her lips were lush and soft, and the cavity of her mouth was warm and inviting. She teased him some more, again and again, until he thought he couldn't stand it anymore. His hands took a firm hold in her golden curls. Then, she started to bob her head back and forth. His cock pulsated like a creature come to life. His grip on her head tensed. A musky air filled the room. Strong and intoxicating. So alien. So seductive. A warning sign popped up before his eyes. He lifted his head, but saw nobody and nothing strange in his office. The girl's tongue swirled around his shaft, even as his cock was buried all the way to its hilt in her oral cavity. Her full, wet lips pressed against his balls. 'How can she do this?' he wondered. But how was he to complain? The fire in his loins intensivied. He recognized its origin. The fire was the same, when he was lying in his bed and staring at erotic illusions he had conjured, to fuel his efforts of masturbation. But this fire was stronger. Much stronger. Unbearably stronger.

"Yes, come for me, wizard!" the girl on her knees hissed. Her voice was strangely velvetty and deep, not the high gabble of a young lass. Her lips pressed into the skin of his penis, almost making him scream from her bite. Her mouth raced up and down along his rock-hard shaft. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. But he could not help, the fire in his loins awoke, lions of passion raging in the cage of his desires. Her fingers pressed firmly into his bare buttocks, he could not recall when he had dropped his pants and underwear. But it felt so good! So good! The added erotic excitation from his backside fueled the flames until it became a burst of seering fire he could no longer withhold.

"Oh, lords. Have mercy!" he cried. His breath was hard and full of effort. He almost lost his consiousness, as the beautiful creature at his feet ate him up. His fingers cramped in her hair. He looked down and noticed that it wasn't any longer blonde, but black. A deep, sinister raven-black. Black like the night. Black like abyss. The fire in his inner core raced through his loins and burst out through his throbbing cock. The black-haired creature in front of him had his prick engulfed all the way down to its base. As she swallowed his semen, a pair of horns emanated from her forehead. The exotic aroma in the air grew unendurable, a scent full of musk and berries. Two wings sprouted from her back, but Readner Frombolt could only watch, as they grew and grew and the terrible creature at his feet ate and devoured his burning cock.

From somewhere in his mind, a voice screamed 'Push her away! Push her away!' But he was paralyzed. Knowledge crept up from the days back when he still had been ambitious. Never a gifted mage, he had been aspiring enough to make it through his contract as enlisted apprentice mage, and even raise to higher orders of arcane lore. In a flood of memories his life passed before his vision in a single second. He recalled the day, when he had found a beguiling work of summoning, the tome of fire flesh. He had browsed through its pages, strangely tempted to test the summonings listed in it. But in the end he hadn't dared to try one. He had never been a brave man. He recalled those pages, where a creature of devastating beauty and power had been described. A succubus, a female demon of lust and passion. There had been a picture a creature with tiny horns, sprouting wings and raven-black hair. The vision vanished, but the image remained. It was there, just in front of him. It was eating his cock, his semen... his life.

Readner Frombolt screamed. As his sperm continued to rush through his fuckmeat, the essence of his life went along. He was magician enough to know that for sure. His passion turned into agony. His soul was being ripped from his body. With each moment the vile creature kept his cock in her mouth and drank his juices, she took more of his life. She was succubus, he now realised what it meant. Frantically he tried to think of some way to protect himself, but as he poured the last gushes of semen through his cock, the strain on his soul became more relentless. The creature continued sucking. Her fingers dug deep into his buttocks until they drew blood. That way she kept him pinned without a chance to break free. His legs were immobile, he knew he had to move, but it al went too fast. Way too fast.

Then the last spurt of semen sprayed into her throat, and another dam broke. Readner's screams added a pitch of desparation. The agony became unendurable. His lungs exploded, and his throat filled with blood and pain. His vision blurred, but his focus never wavered. His eyes were fully pinned on the demon-queen at his feet, and the way power rushed through her unearthly body. A power so potent that it burned his skin. A power radiating brightly through her voluptuous form. His cock was torn apart by her vile bite and the agony wiped away the last pieces of intelligence left in his mind and his life vanished.

For a split-second time froze. It seemed as if the demoness tried to stem the flood of life that poured from the devastated wizard. Her head fell back and a demonic howl joined the fatal screams of the dying mage. She froze on her knees, her slim figure shuddered from a severe, inner fight. She tensed again and pushed the lifeless wizard away from her as she slumped back on her behind. Trembling she clutched her arms around her. Her wings flapped and her eyes beamed with ****. Eventually the tension in her limbs subsided. And all that remained was the torn and bleeding rump of the man that once had been Readner Frombolt, Master of the Keys of the acrane College of Light Shadow.

And the scent of musk and berries that filled the air. More powerful, more potent than ever before since the night, when a young apprentice mage had dared to open the tome of fire flesh. Pursha rose up and stretched her nimble limbs. Her midnight black eyes sparkled. She radiated a power so strong, the worlds shuddered in fear. She was back. She had feasted. She had unleashed the beast within and defeated it. Now she was strong enough to face any challenge that could endanger her regained freedom.

"Mages of the College of Light Shadow beware" she hissed. "Your nemesis has awoken amongst you!"