Whoever guessed Catherine is correct.

“Enter.” Ulal says and sits up. The intruder activates the magical lamps in the room. Not that Ulal would have needed the light to make out the raven hair bound in a braid and the black lipstick. “Catherine.” He greets his apprentice with a slight questioning tone, “I thought you had things to do.”

“I would have if a single guy tested positive.” Wrinkles appear on Ulal’s forehead, “Not a single mage? That is…unfortunate.” Catherine starts undressing. “Mostly. It has one advantage though.” Ulal is most interested about hearing about this ‘advantage’ as he watches Catherine toss her robes to the side. Her average breasts swing slightly as she walks to the bed and crawls towards Ulal, kicking of her shoes in the process.

“I get to finally fuck you in this new body of yours.” She presses her mouth on his and they start to kiss feverishly, neither of them having the patience to give the illusion of coyness. Ulal puts his one arm around Catherine while the other rests on her exposed breast. Slowly massaging the soft flesh with circular motion, the nipple under his palm becoming harder. Just like his own cock as Catherine takes it into her hands and begins rubbing it.

“Impatient girl.” Ulal mutters under his breath and pushes her down. He kneels over her chest, his dick resting between two hills of warmth. “If you seek release you will have to work for it.” He says with a grin. “It is always the same with you.” Catherine sighs. Using her hands she pushes her breasts together, “Is this what you had in mind?” She asks sensually and slowly shakes them up and down along the meaty shaft between them. “Pretty much.” He lets out a small sigh, “You can’t compete with Alratha but then again few women can.”

Catherine bends her neck and licks the first dribble of pre-cum of Ulal’s tip. “I have…other…skills.” She says and opens her mouth wide. “What a daring apprentice I have.” Ulal says and pushes forward. Her mouth invites him eagerly, tongue already waiting. Slowly he buries his cock inside the lying Catherine’s mouth. The position makes it impossible for her to take in more than half of her master’s length but this is enough for the Demonmagus as Catherine shows what she was meaning by her skills.

“I love how you learn everything fast. Even sucking dick.” Ulal moans and lets Catherine’s tongue work her own brand of magic as it runs along the underside of his cock. Catherine herself looks at her master with pleading eyes, hoping to get roughly fucked after this. Velvety lips glide along the saliva and pre-cum stained surface of his meaty shaft. Up and down as gagging sounds and slurping noises fills the room.

It doesn’t take long for Ulal to recognize the signs of his impeding orgasm. The way his cock becomes slightly more sensitive, the pressure in his balls. He grabs Catherine’s head and rocks his hips back and forth quickly. Catherine can already guess what happens next and brazes herself to swallow whatever the Demonmagus can spurt into her.

She is not prepared for the amount that comes with her master’s new state of being however. Spurts of thick semen fill her mouth quicker than she could have imagined. Gulping down the greyish white liquid desperately she is surprised to find that it tastes good. Normally she accepts the act of swallowing as a necessary part of their sessions, semen not being particularly disgusting nor tasty to her, but this load she swallows happily. Somehow she manages to suffer through the overload and when Ulal pulls out of her mouth she licks up the rest from the tip of his cock.

“Tasty. Can we think the Arch-Incubus for that as well?” Catherine hums, “Yes.” Ulal says with a darkened expression, “Meddling fucker.” “You say that all the time but from what I can taste he has done more good than harm.” She looks at Ulal’s dick, still rock hard despite just cumming, “From what I can see as well.” Ulal sighs, “I guess I could have had it a lot worse.”

Catherine gets out from under Ulal and kneels down on all four in front of him. Her round ass stretched towards him she says: “You could have it a LOT worse.” And smiles as he spreads her lower lips with his thumbs. Ulal positions himself behind her, moving in with his hips. His cock aligned with her entrance, her pussy being even wetter than his freshly sucked dick, he pushes into her with ease.

Catherine let’s out a long moan as she finally feels the Demonmagus dick in her. Ulal starts moving immediately. Quick thrusts. Back and forth. Hips meeting with extreme intensity. The haze of lust fills Catherine’s thoughts. A rhythm of ecstasy, caused by two hips clashing repeatedly. Short, sharp moans every time Ulal reaches the deepest point. His hands at her hips pull her back with each penetration, going as deep as possible.

Holding on to the beds wooden reeling Catherine’s back arches slightly, toes curl upwards and she screams. An orgasm, the first one she has not caused herself since she entered the city, runs through her body like a torrent of pure pleasure. Ever new heights as Ulal continues to fuck her, reaching depths with his long, hard dick her fingers couldn’t hope to reach, not hope to please as he does.

She has no time to calm down. Ulal moves faster still, spurred on by her reactions, wondering how much louder he can make her shout. “Ah, Yes, Master, like this.” Catherine fulfils his wish, her voice filled with the determination to indulge each moment. “Fuck me, harder, please.” Ulal obliges, he still has a bit of strength left in him.

With his own orgasm on the horizon, Ulal enters the end spurt of their marathon. “Yes, oh yes.” Catherine moans loudly, “By all that empowers….Urgh, yesh…” She grunts through clenched teeth, her fingers clawing at the wood. “Catherine…” Ulal groans, “I am…” Hammering into her, he is about to. “Cumming.”

Catherine feels her masters seed flowing inside her as his last strokes push her over the edge as well. A high pitched scream, eyes towards the ceiling, focusing nothing in particular, her body trembling, everything tensed. Ulal, having his much needed release, looks at the quivering mess in front of him, the nice juicy ass, the long back, the clean white skin. Another spurt of semen into her, the last one. He slaps Catherine’s ass for good measure, she yelps weakly, her body still trembling but the scream gone, soon collapsing into the sheets.

Still basking in the afterglow and with the ridiculously big load inside her she watches Ulal as he lies down beside her. “I assume you won’t be here in the morning?” Catherine yawns, with her needs taken care of she suddenly feels very sleepy. “In the morning I will be, knowing you however that won’t mean that you are awake.” Ulal turns his head and is met by two closed eyes. ‘Well, we can’t all be superhuman.’ He thinks and spreads a blanket over her beautiful curves before dozing off himself.