Oh, am I ever! (Taking your first ass)

Your mind cleared at her words and magic flared through your body—or was it lust? Her ministrations had been the most delightful ****, leaving your body and soul aching for more. Segora bent over, presenting her toned, round butt to you.

"Wow," you breathed.

She chuckled again and wiggled her hips, making her ass jiggle around the shimmering jewel.

"Go on," she teased.

You reached a devout hand and touched the pink jewel between her asscheeks.

"Mmm-mmh," she encouraged. "Go slow..."

You ran your fingers around the jewel, feeling the softness of her ass. You found traction with the tip of your fingers and tugged lightly, testing the resistance; immediately, you felt how deep the jewelled wand extended inside of her. Segora shuddered. She sucked in a deep breath and blew out a long, whispered exhale as you pulled, unsheathing the tool.

"Slow..." she reminded you.

You let her ass push the jewelled wand out, merely guiding it.

"Yes..." she sighed.

The wand dripped with oil. You left it on the table, staring at her gaping ass.

"Now, just sit back..." she said.

Her hand reached behind her thighs, wrapping blindly around your cock.

"And let me..."

She aligned your glistening hardness to her pulsing ring. Her legs trembled, her breathing got shallow. You felt her tilt back onto you, as she pressed your cockhead firmly between her buns. The warm, mushy, slick resistance dissolved, and you both let out a gasp as the head of your cock disappeared into her derriere.

“Ugh! Mmm, there it is…” she moaned.

Her hand still gripping your base, she wiggled some more, adjusting to your intrusion, and her insides melted around you. She sank a little more. Sweat dripped down the muscles of her back while her heart-shaped ass engulfed you, one millimetre at a time. Her legs spasmed between yours; her hands found support on your wide-open knees...

Her aura bucked against yours. A tension had always existed between your magical auras, like counter-buttresses. But as she impaled herself, the magical tides... turned. It was as unsettling as if gravity had started pulling you upwards.

“Segora..." you said, suddenly alarmed. "I don't want to steal your power...”

"You won’t”, she said.

“Trust me. As long as... Mmhh... As long as I resist... the urge to come... I won't give away any power.”