So, here's how my weekend has been going so far. On Friday night thinking I was going to explore my sexuality with my best friend in college, I end up being introduced to magic. Because, you know, magic is real. Instead of exploring it with Victoria, I'm instead treated to what's known as an omnibus. Practically raped. I say practically because I love every second of it, and I don't remember if I actually said "no" to the woman. I said no to being her slave, but not to her ramming a large cock up my virgin cunt. Said cock awoke a power within me, the power to create and change the world around me - a power fueled by the Sin known as Lust. Go me, right? Still, that isn't the weirdest part of my weekend yet. I mean, it was weird, but Saturday it went up a little bit.
Saturday, there I am, learning about magic from my magical slave omnibus. After that I grow myself a penis, a rather big penis, and then decide that I should use it on my friend. We spent the entire night together, just playing.
Unfortunately, Victoria and I still haven't had true sex yet. I haven't put my probe in her warm spot. It was too weird for her, but that didn't mean we didn't enjoy it. Oral sex is amazing for guys, and women taste good. First time with a woman, I must say, I never regret it.
So, there we are, waking up Sunday morning. Me with morning wood (how awkward is that?), she with her face still in my crotch. Looking down at her, and the mess we had made, I blushed slightly. I got lost in my own lust, my own power. Magical cocks created from lust magic don't follow the same rules as normal ones. It doesn't get tired unless I want it soft. It doesn't run out of thick white creamy juices. So... The room was a mess. White stains were everywhere, I mean everywhere. I was able to shoot up to the wall when Victoria had shoved a rather large vibrator up my snatch. I was a mess, but Victoria was worse. I was fairly sure she had my cum in every crack on her body.
Groaning softly, I moved carefully, getting out of the bed without waking her and making my way to Vicky's kitchen.
"Uhm... Slave? Come here please." I said loudly once I made it out of the room. I knew the omnibus would hear me. She was in my head, I could feel her presence.
Still, I wasn't used to her just popping up out of thin air. Which is what she did. Appearing in front of me in all her surreal beauty, the beauty that could not ever be found naturally here on earth. Wearing a silver dress that flowed down to her ankles, a long cut on one side that traveled all the way to her perfectly rounded breasts. She was breathtaking. I couldn't help myself, when she appeared I leaned forward and kissed her lips.
I apparently took her by surprise as her eyes went wide. She smiled into the kiss regardless, returning it with a soft sigh.
"You summoned me, my Mistress?" Came the voice of a goddess.
"Yes... Ah, do you have a name?" I asked suddenly, not the reason I called her, but still top on my mind. I was uncomfortable calling her slave all the time.
"No, my Mistress, I have never needed one."
"I see... Is there something you'd like to be called? Slave seems... I don't know, medieval? I guess."
The demon blinked at me at the question. I know now that beings like her were not used to be treated equally. Names were not something they were accustomed too. Being asked what they wanted to be called was so alien to them that at that moment the demoness who has lived for millennia was speechless. Since then I've created a name for myself amongst magical creatures, and have earned the respect of beings so powerful they could destroy the world and recreate it in an instant. But I'll get there.
"I have not thought about it before, my Mistress." She said softly, her eyes running over me for the first time non-sexually. She was seeing me for who I was, not for what pleasures I could give her.
"Well think about it, please." I said ignoring the looks as I went to the percolator. Coffee was an essential. "Would you mind if I called you pet until then? I don't like slave." I said softly as the machine started to heat up.
The being smiled softly at the word. It was what she had used on me, and what I had been calling Vicky the previous evening. I liked it. It was possessive, but not as demeaning. "Of course not, mistress." She said. I wanted to tell her to not call me mistress, but truth be told, it turned me on. "Is that the only reason you summoned me?"
"No... I..." I lost my train of thought looking down at my nude body. It was arousing to say the least. The dried juices liberally covered my breasts and I could still taste them on my lips. My crotch was a mess, and my nine-inch cock was hard. I thought about the vague magical lessons I received the day before and closed my eyes. Magic could do anything. It could change the world if you had enough power. Create what you needed out of nothing. There were no limits as far as I knew it. So, cleaning up a mess should be easy.
It was all about creativity, and will power. If you could think it, and then be able to put your conscious effort behind those thoughts, the power that ran the universe would jump at your bidding. So, I imagined myself clean. Fresh from the shower. No marks upon my body, no messes, no dried substance clinging to my skin. I felt the magical force well up, and then I released it. Opening my eyes afterwards.
"Efficient." My omnibus slave said.
"Thanks." I turned around and poured myself a cup of coffee. Thinking about it, I poured a second and a third, placing one in front of my slave and leaving the last on the counter for Vicky. "So... I don't know why I summoned you." I said after a minute, taking a sip from my coffee. The demoness followed suit. "I guess... I don't know what to do now. I have this power, so school seems pointless. Is there something I should do? Some type of, I don't know, magical job fair I can check out?"
It was true. During all the sex Vicky and I had, when we were taking breaks. My mind went to what I was now. I could feel the power inside of me, and it was tremendous. More than I could hope to wield with anything I've thought of doing during those breaks. I was going to school with no real plan, now even that seemed like a waste of my time.
The omnibus chuckled as she sipped on her own coffee. I had poured it out of habit. "Enjoy life. Amass power. That's what other sorceresses do. Learn. Magic is about study. Knowledge is power, that phrase was said for those as you are." She said smiling.
"I get that. And I have a better understanding of how to increase my power." I said that last part hiding the blush with a sip of my coffee. I could feel it, last night with Vicky, every time we did something I was siphoning power from her, and increasing my own. "But I feel like I should do more. You mentioned a Council? I assume they have rules for magic users, yes?" She nodded. "How do I meet them?" She blinked at that.
"Normally one wouldn't want to meet the council. But I see why you feel the need." The looked down at her cup, thinking. "They have offices in every town and city that's big enough to hid magical beings. I can tell you what to look for, and show you where this city's office is." I frowned at that, but nodded.
I didn't talk, and she didn't push either. We simply drank our coffee. My cock was still bouncing up and down excitedly. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached down and started stroking myself. My mind lost on other things, my body was taking control.
"Mmn... Mistress." Came my slave's voice, it was strained so I looked up at her. Her perfect skin was flushed with arousal. Red cheeks, hard nipples underneath her thin dress. Her mouth was open slightly and one of her hands was pushing between her legs. "Y-You are powerful, indeed. The Lust within you is spilling out and filling me." She explained. "A sensation I've never felt before." As she spoke she stood, bending over the counter and presenting me with her rear. One hand grabbed her long dress and pulled up, letting me see every inch of leg slowly before finally getting to what she wanted. Her cunt was dripping with need, and I stared. "If you want... You may use me, Mistress. I am your pet, after all."
She looked over her shoulder at me as my body moved on its own once more. My hands reached out and pressed against her wet lips, eliciting a moan from my slave. For a split-second I thought it was a bad idea. This being, regardless if she was human or not, was mine. My will commanded her when I wanted, I knew that much. Was it right to use her like this? Then I remembered she was a demon born of lust. Who used lust to steal the life from people, to enslave their souls. I didn't think again.
I pressed my cock against the wet opening, groaning in the feeling. It was soft, like silk. The softest thing I've ever felt. And oh, so warm. "I haven't done this yet..." I said absently as I pressed the tip of myself against her. Biting my bottom lip, I pushed my hips in. If I thought blowjobs felt amazing, my first experience with vaginal sex with my member had me seriously rethinking my thought on blowjobs. Then again, it might be because the being I was currently sliding in was made for sex.
Still, it was heavenly. Her walls opened for me as I pushed in. The feeling of the wet, warm insides covering my thick shaft as if they were made for me. It was tight, but just enough that I could feel everything. Every twitch she made. I groaned out in pleasure as I slowly pushed in. Yeah, I could slam myself inside. Get everything in one go. But this was technically my first time, my penis was losing its virginity. It made sense. I lost mine to this woman, might as well lose it a second time. I was so entranced with myself I paid no attention to the omnibus. She didn't matter at this moment. The only thing that mattered was watching as my shaft hid itself in the perfection of the toy. That's what she was. Or at least, that's what my magic thought of her. It was true enough, I would find out later.
The omnibus was my toy, and I was experimenting. It was slow, mind bending slow, but I forced it on myself. Wanting to feel it. By the time I was fully embedded into her, I was panting from the pleasure. I could release right now if I wanted too. Any man would've. The first touch I wanted to explode and I forced myself to hold it. Then I remembered something. Magical cock. Never grows soft. With a groan, I released in her. My warmth and thick cum filling her up as my voice increased with a loud moan. It felt too good. My slave felt it too as she tilted her hair back and let out a pleasant sigh. "Th-Thank you mistress." I heard her say, but I wasn't done yet. Willing magic into my cock I started to move.
