He removed his robes to reveal a handsome body underneath; thin, strong, and a touch pale, his body radiated with an inner sense of composure that comes from being a mage.He removed his robes to reveal a handsome body underneath; thin, strong, and a touch pale, his body radiated with an inner sense of composure that comes from being a mage. I knew my role' here well as he lay down on the bed. I crawled between his legs and lowered my mouth to his groin without preface, burying my face between his legs and inhaling deeply. He gasped as his cock grew to full proportions. I stared at the purple head wavering before my eyes, then smiled as I slipped my mouth around it, sucking at the silken skin of his cockhead, then feeling press against the top of my mouth, rippling as it touched the back of my throat and slid further downwards. He gasped, his hips bouncing against the bed. I closed my lips upon the warming shaft, sucking his cock for all it was worth. It was more than skill, Aimee', it was pleasure. Pleasure from the relief of sheer need. I needed him. It was more than his cock, Aimee'; there was something to his carriage, to his whole being, that fulfilled me. And as I pumped my head back and forth on his cock, I felt that fulfillment deep within me. He groaned slightly as I stopped my sucking, reaching for the ointment and applying it to his shaft. He looked at me apprehensively as I knelt over his hips and aimed his cock upwards. I pressed down upon it, feeling it against my anus, feeling it fill me as it penetrated me. He was within me. I picked up my staff and held it out. "Take it," I said. He nodded and reached up, taking the staff in his hands even as I did. |