You're On Top

Susan gasps in surprise as you suddenly stand up, still buried to the hilt inside of her. She grips your shoulders tighter, the light around them flickering for a moment as you turn around and settle back down on the bed, now laying on top of her and using your more dominant position to slam into her pussy even more intently. However, once the two of you are settled into your new rhythm, you see her expression has returned to its calm smile. "Okay okay," she says softly, wrapping her legs around your hips to draw you deeper into her squeezing wetness, "If you like being on top you could have said so in the first place."

You grit your teeth, your gambit having seemed to fail as your more forceful motions do not change the fact she is still completely in control of the situation and your member is starting to swell in preparation of its release. You look down at Susan, looking for something, anything that shows a sign of a reaction from her... and that's when you notice the lines of energy on her body.

Spreading down from where her hands glow, you see the pink lines of energy criss-cross over her skin, looking like what you have seen in text books of veins and arteries that make up the human blood stream. If she notices them, Susan does not seem to care, still smiling benevolently up at you as she raises and lowers her hips in time with your motions. You notice a particularly brightly glowing line at her collarbone just above her left breast and, without really knowing why, you lean your head down to kiss at it, extending your tongue to lick back and forth over the patch of skin.

"H-Huh?" Susan suddenly gasps, lifting her head to observe your actions as her eyes widen in surprise.

That momentary stutter in her voice, along with the expression on her face, makes you keep going. You follow the line of energy down, finding yourself able to hold back what feels like a gigantic load of spunk for a little bit longer as your attentions are drawn to her breasts. You follow the energy line with your tongue tip as it swirls around her nipple in a counter-clockwise path before it terminates into a pool of energy on the nipple itself. Without knowing why, you sense that means you must take it into your mouth, lightly biting your teeth around it at the same time as you shove home with a particularly forceful thrust.

"OHGOD--" Susan yelps out before squeezing her lips closed, her face turning red both from embarrassment and from the sudden rush of arousal you have infused into her body. You feel her trembling under you and around your cock as you keep synchronizing your nibbling and thrusting, enjoying the sounds of her fighting down her own moans as she finds herself unexpectedly fighting to keep her control.

Then you thrust in at a particular angle one last time and your cock can hold back no longer. You groan into your mouthful of tit, letting it muffle the sound as you hilt yourself and you begin painting the insides of Susan's womb white with your load. Feeling your release, Susan shakes her head to clear it and then concentrates, the glow at her hands becoming almost blinding as you feel the energies spread through your body. Once again, time seems to lose all meaning as you enjoy every last glorious moment of your release combined with the invigorating flow of Susan's magics.

When the last of your cum is spent, you remain over Susan, your hormones certainly sated for the moment but otherwise still feeling full of energy. In fact, you feel even less tired than you were before despite all the recent exertions and you look down at her with a sheepish smile as her hands fall off your shoulders and you notice the energy lines you could see before have faded away.

It is almost a full minute before Susan responds and it seems as if she is using that time to regain her composure as she says, "My... I know you were just inside a Tantric Magic user but maybe there's a bit of Tantric Magic user inside you too. Tell me... what you were doing at the end there... did you do it because you saw something on my body to follow? That seemed a little too deliberate to just be random guess work."

You pull out of her, and you hear her groan softly under her breath as you do so and nod as you slide off of Susan and let her sit up. "Hmmm, Lifelines," she says and at your questioning look adds, "You'll learn about those soon enough. Though I shudder to think how much you could really get me off once you know what you're doing."

You flush as she raises a hand to your cheek and smirks as she says, "And not the frightened kind of shuddering."

She stands up, stretching with a happy grunt as she says, "As it is, I'm going to have to ask the hubby to finish what you started when I get home tonight."

You gasp in surprise, She's MARRIED?!

"Don't worry," Susan says as she sees your look, "Given our profession, we're both well aware our marriage is an open one so you won't have to worry about someone putting a curse or hex on you for doing it with me."

You still feel someone tense despite that, quickly pulling up your pants again and starting to straighten up your clothing. Susan starts doing the same, putting her bra on and momentarily running a hand over her stomach. "Hmmm," she purrs, "Though I wonder how he'd feel if I lowered my protections to see what happens when what I'm sure is quite potent sperm is allowed to have its way with my womb."

At your surprised **** noise Susan laughs and says, "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't actually do that to you."

Her expression suddenly turns more serious as she puts her shirt back on, lowers her skirt back down and turns to look at you fully. "But there are some who would," she says, "Especially some of the ones out there who REALLY obsess over lineage and genetics as a way of ensuring their family's power and influence. I know you've already been warned about that kind of thing in general, and while I won't tell you to suddenly go chaste or anything like that, don't be shoving that monster of yours into any girl willy-nilly. You might run into someone who wants to use it for more than just getting off."

That is a lot to take in and all you can do is nod thoughtfully in reply.

"Well," Susan says as she finishes dressing and picks up we're bag, "We're done here. Thank you for the time and samples and you'll probably see me again. And not just because I might need more from you. My daughter got into Wyvern House too so I'll be around for family events."

At that moment, something comes together in your mind. Something that should have been obvious from the start but for some reason you had not realized until just this moment.

The basic shape of her face, though with a more mature look to it.

Her rather bold and open mannerisms.

Her utterly frank way of stating things.

And that last name.

"... Her name wouldn't happen to be Amelia, would it?" you ask.

"Oh, you've met her?" Susan responds cheerfully, "I hope you're getting along."

"She's..." you pause, having to think for a moment of what could be the most tactful word to use in this situation, "... nice."

Susan quirks an eyebrow at you, and you get the feeling she probably can read between the lines despite your attempt to be coy. "Well," she says, "I'll leave it at that. Iris mentioned you have another class today still so don't stay here too much longer. See you around, sweetie!"

With that, she gathers up her bag containing your donations, parts the privacy curtains and steps out, waving over her shoulder at you as she goes. You remain sitting there for while you are no longer physically tired, the revelation you have just been hit with leaves you still needing a few moments to process it before you can get on with your day.

Of all the things you expected to do on your first day of school, a mother and daughter in the same day was certainly not one of them.