No, I need to take control!

While Segora’s heart-shaped ass engulfed you, her legs spasmed between yours and her tensed hands found support on your wide open knees.

“Segora, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” you murmured through clenched teeth. “I want you so bad.”

“You have me, Magnus. Tonight, you have me.”

You twisted your forearm around your mentor's ponytail and clenched her dark hair in your hand.

“Then let me have you,” you said as you pulled, lifting her chin up. She gasped.

“Magnus—”

You pulled on her hair some more and slapped her supporting hand away, forcing her to fall back and impale herself fully on you.

“Ughn!” you both cried out at the same time.

The oil on your cock spluttered on your thighs as you ground her ass against you.

“Uhn! Magnus... What are you—”

“I'm making sure you submit to me, as you said.”

“I am giving you my ass, Magnus, what more do you—“

“On the floor,” you muttered in her ear.

Your command cut off her hesitation. She relaxed, and you pushed on her back, bending her over, still holding her hair to control her descent. She obeyed your cues as you carefully slid off the chair, keeping your dick lodged inside her ass until her knees found the floor.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “Alright, hold my hair. Fuck me.”

You pulled her head up and thrust into her.

“Ah! Fuck,” she let out. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Magn-aaahhh! Fuck!"

Fuck her, you did. She offered you her ass, and you were taking it. You pounded into her with all your might, revelling in her moans and cries, pitches you’d never heard from her.

"Hnn hnn huh hunh! Ahh! Arrh! Ugh! Huh!”

Your groans mixed with her as you picked up your pace.

"Slap my ass," she cried.

You slapped her ass; she cried out; you slapped again, and she cried out some more. Your magic swelled as if you held a thousand spells all about to blast out together.

“Yes!” Segora cried. “Yes, Magnus, yes! My ass is yours! My ass... Hah! Hn! Come now... Embrace... your destiny! Come for me! Yes! Hah!”

You let out a guttural cry as the first orgasm of your life rocked you, sending waves of power up your spine, out your limbs, and through the space around you. Your bowl flew off the table, hitting the ground with a hollow sound; the broth turned to steam in the air; Segora kept bouncing frantically—until you grabbed her hips and grounded her against your spurting cock.

“Oh!" she cried out. "I’m—! Mhm! No! I’m cum—ohhnghhh! Haanh!”

And she ground against you as you shook under her, and she shook with you and groaned with you. As you held her pleasure-wrecked body impaled on your spurting cock, your aura ballooned and blasted over her like a midday sun. She was yours, now and forever. You crumpled over her, and it was over. The only sound in the room was the mingling of your breaths.

“Wow,” you exhaled after a while.

“Huh-uh,” she agreed.

She pushed her butt against you, eliciting a moan from you. The smell of her hair, sweat and dripping sex filled your nostrils. You savoured the impossible, delicious closeness. Despite your prescient abilities, you hadn’t seen that one coming. Nothing could have prepared you for that.

“Why did you keep that from me again?” you asked, still ecstatic.

“Mmhmm,” she chuckled.

She turned her head and rested it on her forearms.

"I've changed my mind," you muttered. "I'm not leaving."

“Precisely for that reason..." she said, answering your previous question.

With a sigh, she propped herself on her elbows, and you sighed as well when your still-hard cock left the snugness of her ass. She rolled onto her back to face you. So close.

"Sex is... many things... Beautiful. Glorious. Transcendent. Addictive. Can't you see now... how dangerous it can be?”

You could. But you didn't say it. You held on to her gaze, clinging to the moment. But the moment slipped away. Segora smiled, almost sadly, crawled out from under you and got to her feet.

“Now that you’ve experienced it, you won't forget it—and you will crave it. But unless you control your urges, you’ll be trading away your power, all we've worked for... For fleeting pleasures. You have to limit yourself to anal sex, Magnus. Understood?”

“Huh-uh.”

As far as you were concerned, limiting yourself to anal sex didn’t seem like limiting yourself. On the contrary, a whole new world had just opened. Stunned into beatitude by the sheer bliss of your first sexual experience, you lazed on the floor, flat on your belly, naked, watching Segora dress back into her druidic robes. You saw her stuff the purple glass jar, with the oil she had used earlier, inside your travelbag. She packed some dry food, a map, your alchemy kit...

“I felt something,” you said. “When I…”

She stopped and raised an eyebrow at you. Then, she smiled, for you weren't adept at sex talk yet.

“When you came,” she finished for you. “I sure hope you felt something, Magnus Wanderlust.”

“Oh, I did. When I… came in your ass"—she glanced at you—"I felt like… something opened. In the world. And I'm not being poetic. Possibilities. Infinite possibilities that were already there... showed themselves to me. Like the rise of a new day.”

Segora's smile faded, and thoughts wrinkled her eyebrows.

“When you came in my ass, our auras linked unilaterally, as I expected it. The seed of power you shot inside me remains inaccessible to me, but you’ll be able to draw on it when I’m nearby. Your power will benefit from it. What puzzles me is…”

She held back her tongue, but as always, you knew anyway.

“You… came as well,” you finished.

“Yes. Even though I kept control over myself... I wasn’t going to; I wasn’t even near. But when you shot your seed... up my ass... the pleasure took over. Your pleasure. It… took over me.”

She let her words hang, and you saw a shadow sweep across her face.

“Does that mean I stole some of your power?” you asked.

Her dark eyes lifted to meet yours, and a shiver trailed down your neck.

“I’m not sure what it means,” she said. “No one else can do what your father did—except, maybe, you. I’ll have to investigate. I wanted to be your first... to have a chance to crack it. I’ll tell you what I've found when we meet in Hajelzore, two weeks from now.”

With that, she threw your travel bag at you. It hit your back and fell next to you.

“What? Hajelzore?” you mumbled.

“You didn’t think I was abandoning you, did you? It’s time you go on your own journey, but I will help you take the first steps. There's a temple in Hajelzore you should see. You have what you need for the journey there. If I'm not there in two weeks, wait another week. If I'm not there then, go your own way. You might want to talk to Aerlyn Soltana. You can reveal yourself to her; she'll help you. Otherwise, keep using aliases. Your name is your doom."

She went to the door. Her long wooden staff rested next to it; she grabbed it and swung her own travel bag over her shoulder.

"Are you leaving already?" you asked, still buttnaked on the floor.

She froze for a second. You noticed that long, lonely strand of curly dark hair dangling out of her ponytail, again. She turned to you, treating you with what would be your last vision of her as your mentor, your tutelage in the magical arts now complete. She smiled. For one last time, you saw Segora Featherheart, not the naked goddess who took your cock in her beautiful ass a few minutes ago, but the powerful, wild, wise, and fiercely independent druidess who had raised you, taught you everything you knew.

“Now that you’ve had your sexual awakening," she said "lust will saddle your mind. I don't think it wise for us to spend the night here together."

She's afraid, you sensed, though you couldn't tell exactly what she feared.

"This is not goodbye," she said. "I'll see you soon."

Then, after a moment's hesitation:

"I can’t make your choices for you, Magnus, but if you ask me, your destiny is too great for you to waste. Don't expend your sexual energy, unless it's to come inside someone's ass. Find allies, willing anal sex partners, and grow your power. Are you still committed to becoming the most powerful mage you can be?”