I trust my mentor. I'll let her ride my cock with her experienced ass.

You sat back and watched as your mentor's heart-shaped ass descended upon your rigid, glistening member.

“Hhunh… mmm... Yes...” she moaned.

Before you knew it, her buttcheeks rested on your thighs. She shivered, steadied herself, and took a breath there, fully impaled onto your shaft. But even as she paused, your cocked twitched, and your breath caught in your throat.

“I feel like... I’m about to explode,” you confessed urgently.

“Sssshhhh..."

As she shushed you, frost bloomed on her bare back, spread down to her buttcheeks and up her shoulders, covering the hills of her skin like winterfall; the embrace of her rectum became cold as snow, just as her hand had been earlier. And once again, the drastic temperature change halted your imminent climax.

“There," she whispered. "I’m giving you a second to recuperate so you can enjoy this fully. But then I’ll need you to release yourself in my ass, Magnus. Will you do that for me?”

“Huh-uh,” you agreed, paralyzed by the screams of pleasure and agony of your heightened senses.

Segora braced her hands on your wide-open knees and lifted herself—her ass clung to your cock as if it didn’t want to let go; she lifted until only the tip of your oily rod remained; then, she let herself sink back down to the root.

“Haahh,” the sound escaped you.

Slowly, sensously, she repeated the process. She moved her ass up until only the tip of your cock remained, paused, and she engulfed you again. Her hands pushed against your steady legs as her body moved; slowly at first, but soon her pace quickened: up, down, up, down… The frost melted off her skin, and her anal cavity warmed up around you as she bounced up and down, again and again. The chair creaked under you. Her butt slapped against your thighs, your oil-drenched cock sliding easily, filling her amazing ass over and over.

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

Moans, cries, and sounds the likes of which you had never heard from her filled the little hut you shared. 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 grew and washed over her like a sunrise. Then, it was over. You crumpled on the chair; she laid back against your chest. Only the sound of your laboured breaths pulsed in the stillness.

“Wow,” you exhaled after a while.

“Huh-uh,” she agreed.

Her hands grabbed yours and brought them up to her breasts. You squeezed and held them. 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.

"I've changed my mind. I'm not leaving."

Her head nuzzled a perfect resting place between your neck and your shoulder, and she whispered in your ear:

“Precisely for that reason..."

She propped herself up, and you sighed as your still-hard cock exited the snugness of her ass. But instead of leaving you, she sat her naked butt on your thigh and turned her face to 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, gave you a peck on the cheek and got up.

“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 your chair, 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 themelves 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.”

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

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 you square on the chest.

“What? Hajelzore?” you mumbled, clasping your bag.

“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 chair.

She froze for a second.

“Now that you’ve had your sexual awakening, 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 do what we just did. Find allies, willing anal sex partners, and grow your power. Are you still committed to becoming the most powerful mage you can be?”