So, I should let you know that this selection is more about story progression than lust-filled antics. Sorry about that. One small scene in the beginning and that is it. I hope it doesn't turn you off, I figured after the last installment it was a good time to get the story thrown in there.
I also wanted to thank dont_miss_me for their editing work.
As always, I hope you enjoy it. Comments are appreciated and encouraged.
Axle.
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So, Friday night was very fun, pleasurable, and just the right amount of painful. I realized as I woke up to a rather pleasurable experience. Victoria and I, once we had gotten home, didn't bother with things like talking, or eating. Our first tryst was in the car as soon as we parked, she had been edging me on the entire hour and a half car ride, and couldn't help it - she jumped me. The second time was in the elevator leading up to her room. Third time was right outside the door... You see where this is going? We didn't get home till around one in the morning - and we didn't get to bed for another seven hours after that.
There wasn't a lot of talking that night, and as I woke up, I felt like my body was drained of fluids. There was no way, magic or not, I could cum until I got something in me. Then my eyes opened.
Victoria was between my legs, her eyes looking at me waking up, her soft thick lips around the head of my cock. She smiled as she saw the expression on my face. I could feel my facial muscles, one of surprise and pleasure - I probably looked pretty derpy as I leaned my head back against the pillow and let out a pleasurable sigh.
"I could get used to waking up like this." I said softly. Victoria and I had an interesting relationship. My omnibus slave told us that we were soul mates, beings that would always be connected to each other no matter what. We were both sorceresses. My magic of the sorts that feed off of people's lust to increase itself, Victoria's was envy. Which meant that to increase my magic, I had to be around people doing lustful (typically sexual) things or to do them with them (much more fun). And Victoria had to be jealous, or be around jealousy.
That defined our relationship. I would go out, sex up strangers or friends, come home and tell her about them. The more details the better. Our relationship started with me in the dominant position, but then our roles were reversed. She assumed control, taking out her jealousy and rage on "punishing" me. It was lots of fun; we both loved every minute of it. She got off on spanking or whipping me, and hearing about my affairs. I just got off.
I felt her remove her mouth as her hand started to stroke me. Her other digits were prodding at my opening below my cock. My pussy wet with need from the pleasant awakening. "Good morning, beautiful." Victoria said happily before thrusting two fingers into my snatch. My back arched at the sudden intrusion and I gasped loudly. Her hand on my shaft was moving faster.
"G-Good m-m-morning." I said, pushing my hips against her fingers. She gave a playful swat on my thigh as I tried, telling me to not move. I groaned and gritted my teeth, forcing my body to remain still.
"It's past lunch time, and I'm hungry." Came her voice, husky and seductive. She wasn't talking to me, not really, she was talking to my meat-stick. That only was sexy as hell. She was getting better at treating me like a plaything.
I groaned as her mouth wrapped around my tip, sucking on it hard. My entire body was so sensitive from last night, not just the spanking, just the amount of sex we had. When she focused on my tip it was like electricity shooting through my body. Making every muscle twitch as my hips bucked. She let me, but followed with her head, so no matter how hard I pushed upwards, only my tip would enter her.
It was torture. That tingly sensation, my fingers gripping into the dirtied bedsheet (would have to clean that later), my feet pressing into the mattress as I lifted my hips trying to push into her mouth.
"Cum for me, Amellia." She said after letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and then she engulfed me. She took my ENTIRE length down her throat in one fell swoop. My mouth opened in a silent moan of ecstasy as I came. My cum was coating her throat as she sucked and swallowed me. At the same time, my body twitching violently as the rather large orgasm poured through me.
So, I lied, I could still cum. Yay magic dick.
We stayed still for a while. Her head nuzzled into my crotch, sporadically giving me kissing along my thighs. Lovingly I ran my hand through her hair. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but it was comfortable. It was broken when she moved, sliding up my body to kiss me on the lips. "I'm going to make some coffee... You clean?"
I nodded absently as she kissed me again; removing herself from the warmth confines of her bed she left the room. It took me another minute before the sleep was enough out of my system to sit up fully and looked around. It looked like a fucking hurricane went through here, or more like a hurricane of fucking. So, I guess it's an apt description.
There was no clothing strewn around. That's one thing I love about my magical abilities, clothing was simple to conjure out of thin air. Last night that is what we wore. Dresses made from my magic. Which was fortuitous because we didn't have to worry about tearing them off of us in a moment of passion. I just had to will them away. Of course, tearing them off was fun so we did - but as soon as we did they simply disappeared. The bed was in shambles, and the knick-knacks that she had displayed on her dresser were pushed to the ground and scattered.
Once more, as with last Friday, there were bodily juices everywhere. The dresser was a mess, as was the couch, some of the walls, the floor, and the windows. My seed was everywhere, so was hers. Victoria was a squirter, so she helped in the mess. I pushed myself off the bed to take a good look at our events from last night. We stayed in the room for the most part, thinking we'd just fall asleep after the first time, then the second, then the third, and so on and so forth.
There were no limits to what magic could do, or so I've been told. The power, the energy, was apparently what made the entire universe keep spinning. It was creation in essence, it was change, it was destruction, it was whatever you wanted it to be. Sorcerers like myself could use that power to affect things around us and change up reality to how we see fit. At this time, I had only used for small things, cleaning cum caked on my skin or a bedsheet, creating clothing, creating a magic penis. You know, normal girly things. I hadn't realized at the time that I was going to have to up my game.
With a wave of my hand the room started to dance on its own. You remember that scene in the Disney movie Fantasia, where Mickey Mouse magically made the room clean itself? Think of that, just without mops and buckets. The bits and bobbles on her dresser removed themselves from the ground, floating in the air and moving to their rightful places as the stains and puddles of love-fluids simply disappeared (much more effective than mopping). The windows cleaned themselves, with the curtains and blinds repairing themselves.
The sheets on the bed were suddenly becoming un-stained and made-up. The carpets, the walls, the bedside table were righting themselves and suddenly spotless. Everything. All things said and done, It took almost none of the power in my great reservoirs of magic. Hell, it didn't even feel like I used any power at all. That sinking sensation in the back of my soul where my magic waited to be used was practically non-existent. My magic is strong, or so everyone keeps telling me. My "well" was almost limitless. I've explored it with my senses, trying to figure out how much I had. I had spent an hour in meditation and didn't get to the end.
I looked around to see if I missed anything before leaving. As I walked my body was cleaned as well, and the gasp of Victoria in the other room meant that my magic cleaning had reached her as well. "Thank you!" She yelled from the kitchen as I went to the bathroom.
"Coffee is done." She said as I finally made it to her. I knew it was, the smell was heavenly and I greedily reached for the mug that was filled to the brim. "Oh, guess who texted earlier this morning?" She said as she chuckled at my sipping of the coffee.
"Who?" I said, gasping as I drank too fast and burned my tongue.
"Lazuli. She wants to meet up today. She said she'd meet us here, instead of us driving down to L.A. again." She waited for my reaction, but I was too engrossed in my coffee. Vicky was rich, it's not the reason why we were friends or loves, but it had its perks. Including glorious coffee that costs too much to be considered as a "sane" endeavor.
I gave her a random grunt as a response and she continued.
"I told her sure, and we are meeting her in about an hour." I blinked at her, questioning her with my look. "She said she had some information for you, for us." She shrugged as she took a sip of her own coffee.
