Suddenly, I’m desperately biting back a whimper as my magic claws at my guts. It can sense that a mage is right next to me and it wants to go to him. It desires to escape my useless body and inhabit the soul of someone who can actually wield it.
“Okay, well I have a butt plug in and…” Oh lord, why did I say that? He is standing right behind me and I’m bent right over. He has probably been staring at the butt plug the whole time.
I take a deep breath. “You need to pull it out and then…put your cock in.”
Oh gosh. Please let him understand the basics. He has to know about the birds and the bees, right?
Monty clears his throat. “Yes. The logistics. But how do I make it feel good for you?”
My stunned silence is like an entity all of its own. Make it feel good for me? I have never been asked such a thing. In all my days. I really don’t know what to make of it.
“You..I.. It’s,” I babble before coughing and starting again. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’m a tapped vessel. My magic wants to be free. I will orgasm.”
Silence. Deep and profound. Thick enough to wrap myself in like a blanket.
Monty breaks the silence by speaking so softly that I only just hear him. “What about things like kissing and cuddling?”
I swallow. “You don’t have to worry about any of that. We are not lovers. This is merely a mage emptying a vessel.”
“Right. Of course,” agrees Monty hastily.
The silence returns. Even thicker this time. It is as if the outside world has ceased to exist.
Monty steps closer. I can feel the heat of him. My plug moves ever so slightly as, presumably, his fingers brush over it.
“Just pull it out?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I croak.
Heat is coiling low in my gut. My magic is stirring my lust. My cock is swelling in anticipation.
Gently, oh so gently, the plug begins to move. Monty eases it out of me with more care than I have ever known.
As it leaves my body, I suck in a breath. Monty pauses. Nothing happens.
Oh shit. My magic takes care of my arousal. He isn’t blessed the same way.
“Do you need a hand getting hard?” I squeak.
Monty makes a strange noise. “Ah. No need. All very good there, thank you.”
I nearly chuckle. He is hard simply from pulling a plug from me? I think I’m blushing. I have no idea why it is so very endearing, but it is.
Warm, gentle hands take a hold of my hips. “Is this okay?”
“Yes!” I somehow manage to blurt.
The heat of a cock resting lightly against my hole takes my breath away.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes!” I gasp.
Slight pressure pushes against my entrance. My lust flares. Oh yes! This is what I want. This is what I am craving, what I am hungry for.
Everything stops. “Am I hurting you?”
My mind is spinning. Oh lord. I moaned. A tiny, barely there puff of sound.
