Pursha has a snack

Hastily Kevin Dye browsed through the magic textbooks on defensive wards and protection spells. Master Gergion would be mad at him for once again failing to properly recite the fifteen primal wards against the elements. Earth, wind, fire and water - he had mastered by now. But the final one, ****, plainly scared him off. So, for the last week, he had kept himself busy with other tasks. He just didn't want to think even a minute about those dreaded spells that rendered protection against low-level undead creatures like skeletons, zombies and ghouls. For some reason the spells themselves seemed wrong to him, as twisted as the beings they were meant to ward against. Alas, there was no way around these wards, since the complete set was an integral part of passing the first term of the defensive magic arts.

Obviously a good deal of other students had also put off the primary **** wards to the last week. As much as he searched, he couldn't find a suitable textbook. "Damned, damned, damned" he hissed with frustration. He already envisioned the notorious look of dismay on Master Gergion's face, the look the old tutor reserved for those students he considered hopeless causes. And he imagined the gleeful faces of the other apprentices. For Kevin was everything else but popular among the students. He was scrawny, had an inborn limp and his skin always seemed to be marred with that sickly pale hue, resulting from his upbringing in a dying mill. If not for the local fortune teller he still would labour in that unhealthy factory hard, day in, day out. Luckily Elva had discovered his inherent magic abilities - and looked to get him to the magic college. For that he was very grateful. Still he never had thought of becoming a renowned magician, and they first two years had been terrible - both for his physical shortcomings and his lack of education.

And now another lesson in humiliation was waiting on him.

Suddenly he heard a faint, moving sound to his right. Surprised for not being alone in the library at this early morning hour, he turned his head. What he saw left him in doubt of his sanity.

From an opening between two book shelves the paysan goddess of love appeared.

She was of medium height with slender legs and a body to die for. She carried herself like a queen, yet moved with feline grace. Her finely sculpted cheeks were highlighted by lush, red lips and mysterious dark eyes. Midnight hair crowned her beautiful face. Her clothes were enjoyably plain in style but breathtaking in design. She was the country girl the young boy from a small village always had envisioned in his hottest dreams. Now she stood in front of him.

'This must be another jest from my fellow students' Kevin thought. Quickly he mouthed the words of the fastest spell he knew to detect illusions. "Semlata imagino ex!" Kevin gasped. To his surprise the beautiful woman still stood in front of him. Flabbergasted he stared at her. Noticing his stares she straightened her spine, thrust her perfect breasts up and ran a slender hand through the curtain of her raven hair.

"Ahhh, another connoisseur of the arcane arts" the wet-dream-come-true figure purred silently as she studied the young apprentice.

Staggered by the sultry warmth of her soft voice, Kevin stumbled back.

"W-who are you?" he stammered.

Slowly striding closer she lifted a hand to stroke the spines of the books she passed with feathery touch. "I'm Lady Alexa. A guest of Master Lastran. Haven't you been informed of my visit today?" she said her voice as sweet as honey.

Irritated he shook his head.

"Ah, a shame" she pouted, warping her gorgeous lips to an irresistible smile. "I was so much looking forward to meet all the most-talented apprentices of the college. Lastran told me so much about the current classes."

"I-I... I'm s-sorry, M'lady" His resistance crumbled as she floated closer.

"That's not your fault, my dear ..." she paused meaningfully, hinting that she was waiting for his name.

"Oh. Kevin" he blurted out blushing from his lack of etiquette. "I'm so sorry, M'lady. I'm Kevin Dye."

"Ahhh, young Master Dye! I rememeber that name. Lastran spoke high of you."

"Master Lastran did?" The poor boy almost fainted at this statement. His cheeks were burning from excitement at that praise.

"Indeed. And I'm pleased to discover that the two of us share the affection for the true masters or arcane lore." Pursha stopped an arm's length in front of him. Her perfume wreaked havoc with his pubescent senses, as she leaned closer to cast a glance at the book he still held in his frail hands.

"Ah, 'Wards for Mind and Body' by Fulton Filminster." She peered at him from the depths of her dark eyes. "It's a milestone in defensive sorcery. Filminster devoted almost each breath of his life to the creation of new, innovative spells of protection and abjuration. He had his sorcerer tower surrounded by the most complex pattern of wards ever to be placed upon a single building. No enemy or begrudging fellow mage ever breached his defenses. Alas it also cost him his life. Do you know how Filminster died?"

"N-no" Kevin stammered perplexedly.

The raven beauty smiled. "After casting a very lengthy enchantement that drained almost all his of his arcane powers he suffered a heart-attack. He barely managed to send his familiar with a help message to one of the few colleagues he trusted. When the rescuers arrived, they could not enter his tower for his many warding spells. They tried to dispell his magic for days; but even when he had breathed his last breath in the sad solitude of his tower, his wards held. What a tragedy." Her delicate eyelashes danced up as she looked at him. "What do we learn from this, dear Master Dye?"

Kevin swallowed. All of sudden he couldn't think of any explanation or lesson, much less answer her direct question. "I... uhm... no..." He blushed and wished he could sink into the floor.

She slid even closer, moving her lips to a handlength from his face, as if she wanted to share a secret with him. "Never surround yourself with too many wards. Both physically or mentally. Always be prepared to face and fight what is pushing you. Always be open to the world." Her last words were merely more than a whisper. A very seductive whisper.

He nodded feebly. He didn't dare to breathe with this goddess that close to him. If she stayed that near, he would faint soon. Yet, he wished he could have her that close forever. 'Oh, Lords of magic, please let this moment last until I die.' Too bad she slowly pulled back a little.

"Well, Filminster's tale is a sad one. Not what I'd like to begin such a beautiful morning with." She turned back towards the shelves. As she moved, her hand just barely grazed over Kevin's forearm. His skin burned through the fabric of his sleeves where she had touched him. With a life of its own, this warmth crept to his shoulder, spreading itself through the whole of his body until it reached his loins. Kevin had never felt like this before. The beautiful witch seemed oblivious of his situation. Carefully she studied other tomes, moving lower in the process of her search until she almost rested on her knees.

"Ah, that's what I was looking for" she proclaimed. Still crouching she looked up at the young apprentice sorcerer. The way her dark eyes pierced his heart sent more shivers of agitation through his spine. "Do you know Ramenses?"

Kevin was unable to say a word. He just shook his head, which he had to do with quite some effort.

"It's one of my favorites. 'Trapping the enchanter.' A witty description what kind of pitfalls are in store for a summoner if he chooses the wrong wards." She lifted the book to put it in Kevin's reach. With trembling fingers he extended his arm. As he reached for the book his fingers got in contact with hers. They were slender; and warm. Tightly gripping the book he withdrew his hand, like a kid withdraws from the candy pot. Still he was left speechless. The beautiful woman lifted one of her delicately arched, black eyebrows. Even this simple motion sufficed to send his heart reeling. "What's wrong with you, Master Kevin?" she asked with a trace of concern in her sweet voice.

"Nothing." Kevin tried to back away from her, sensing that the temptation she presented might be more than he could bear. Her gaze kept him pinned, and he started to shake uncontrolledly. It was not lost on her. Cautiously she lifted a gracile arm, and touched his legs.

"My, Master Kevin, are you ill? Or are you afraid of me?"

All of sudden Kevin wished he could run away. He didn't know exactly what is was; maybe only his inexperience with the opposite gender. Or his youthful unsureness caused this distress. Maybe there was something else. He just couldnt put a finger on it. However, her hand on his thighs distracted him a lot; never had girl or woman touched him there. Surprisingly, it stirred feelings in his body he had only experienced when he was phantasizing over forbidden fruits before he fell asleep.

"Oh, I understand" the goddess said and smiled.

"I... uhm." His face turned beet red.

"Shhh" she hissed.

Suddenly her hand was way higher than he remembered. Though the sensations this caused were new, they were far from unpleasant. Kevin closed his eyes and muttered a silent prayer. 'May this moment never end'. Carefully she caressed him, softly pressed her fingers against his awakening manhood right through his pants. The feelings which seemed to grow stronger and stronger each second followed strange paths through his body, yet they all appeared to be headed for his loins and further to his penis. Before Kevin knew, his cock was straining against his pants. As the realization struck his mind, he wanted to die from shame. Then again, he wanted to do what all the other young apprentices were murmuring about, what he only knew from tales, and what all men were said to be wanting. And obviously, the beautiful seductress at his feet didn't seem to mind.

"Let me help you there, Master Kevin." Her voice was so understanding and so dangerously sweet.

"Oh, gods" Kevin murmured, as he watched the witch unbotton the fly of his trousers. It was amazing how skilled she was. For a moment it struck Kevin pretty weird, that a powerful enchantress who was an acquaintance to the school director Master Lastran would engage him in such a peccant manner. But who was he to lament his fortunes? That's why Kevin didn't object, when Lady Alexa took his swollen cock out of his trouser and started to stroke it with her warm and slender hand.

"My, Master Kevin. We are but a bad body" she chided him playfully.

"S-sorry, M'lady" he managed to stammer, "I... I d-don't know w-what's bef-fallen me..."

"Ahhh, it's alright, darling. Let Lady Alexa work her wonders."

And, aye, wonders she worked. First with her fingers, then with her lips. Kevin had to steady himself on the book shelf in front of him, as the raven goddess woke feelings he had suppressed so long. Soon he was panting, and a strange pressure mounted up in his loins. He thought he'd die if he would suppress it for much longer, but for whatever he knew of sex, he knew this release would be the end of his lust. By now she was holding and massaging his balls with one hand, while the other held his cock steady, as she repeatedly planted hot kisses on the tip of his cock. In between she stroked him softly, which drove the poor boy mad. Eventually his breathes grew more intensive and he lost the grip on the books in his hands, as he was close to be overcome by the lustful pressure in his loins.

"Ah, yes, darling. There we go..." the gorgeous lady purred. "Be a nice boy, and give it to me!" With these words she kissed his cock again and opened her mouth. Kevin's vision blurred, but somehow he managed to see those gorgeous lips wrap around his cock. Her head moved forward and she engulfed his cock with her softness and her warmth.

That was way more than the young apprentice could endure. Biting on his teeth, he uttered a lustful moan, and ceased to resist the urge of passion. The very moment the barrier of concentration went down, an exhilarating wave rushed from the depths of his loins straight into his swollen cock. Kevin felt as if he was at the giving end of a water pipe, and instinctively he pumped and pumped. Through the delirious fog of his vision he saw those lips moving, as the beautiful woman sucked his cock and swallowed what he unloaded into her cave. Kevin was unable to tell how long this took; for him it lasted a godly eternity, even if it were in fact merely a few seconds.

Then the pressure ebbed down and Kevin wobbled on weak legs. Still the raven goddess kept sucking on his quickly flagging manhood. It seemed as if she was trying to consume even the tiniest drop of his ejaculation. Kevin was uncertain what to do, so he let it happen, even when it started to hurt a bit as an overexcited throb settled in his genitals. But, heaven and magic, he would be mad if he did anything to annoy this strange woman, who just had turned a boy into a man.

"Ahhhhhhhh, that was soooo goooood..." the lady whispered, sounding as if she just had tasted the most excellent wine. She released his cock from her warm mouth and put it back into his trousers with a wicked smile on her sculpted face. Then she looked up. Kevin stumbled back. Admittedly, this beautiful enchantress had been quite a sight before, but now she radiated power and life.

"W-what have..."

Presenting her most irresistible smile, she just placed a long finger on her lips, which still glistened from their recent love making. "Hush, darling. Let Pursha give you sweet memories of this encounter."

Kevin looked at her dumbfoundedly. What was she talking about? Who was this Pursha? As before, he suddenly felt unable to move. But this time it was not from surprise or anticipation, but from something way more powerful. Frozen where he stood, Kevin watched as the raven lady lifted her hand and placed it on his forehead. "Amornha devenis do vedici folyath eventum." The moment she cast the spell, he recognized it as what it was. But then it was already too late.

"Kevin Dye. You will take your books, leave this library and go to your chamber. There you will wait until your next class starts. Then you will continue with your daily schedule as if nothing has ever happened here. You will forget Lady Alexa..."

Pursha smiled.

"...but you will remember that today you became a man."

The succubus gave the frozen young apprentice a last kiss, before she dismissed him. Pursha's eyes followed him, amusedly aware of the new stride in his uneven steps. At most times, feasting on humans would break their souls or even kill their bodies. But this one time, it had surely planted a new seed of happiniess into that poor boys life.

And the boy's seed had renewed her strength. Pursha leaned back and laughed. Even as she still glided through the aftermath of her recent snack, she felt how the raw power that flew threw her veins, refilled the emptied plain of her mind. That's what she needed. Sex, passion and the power that turned raw magic into arcane might. This encounter surely had been in advantage of both of them. Now she just needed to get a little bit stronger.