“Oh, I Like Licking you well enough" he said with a grin

“I know you do, but you will like this even more..."

Magnus watched her with curiosity. He couldn't help scooping her juices here and there with his tongue. It was a shame for them to go to waste.

He liked her taste so much.

“You know how you accepted your chastity, due to my need for your concentrated seed... Well I would Like to try something new tonight... to extend my trust in you further”

“This definitely got his attention it seems...”

Fiona waved her hand. Magnus waited for something to happen. Then he felt it...

Like an old friend, long lost, but never forgotten, he felt his dick come alive. He felt it flex his muscles and then go straight up until it was so hard that it almost hurt. Magnus stared at it, wide eyed.

Then he looked at Fiona with a question in his eyes. Fiona smiled at him, enjoying the sight of his big hard cock.

“Magnus... I need more from you. I want to feel you inside me... but there is a catch... I still need you not to come. Not until I need your seed. So we will make love, but I am trusting in you to refrain yourself from coming. It is a sign of my complete confidence in your abilities, that I am trusting you with this. The potion I would make with your seed is very valuable. It would provide for me for quite some time. So, I put my security and comfort in your hands. If you manage to do this, I will also forego the spell induced chastity. It will be up to you to keep your arousal, and your dick in check."

Magnus groaned loudly.

“Mistress, you are the most devious woman in Vistania... no, in the whole world... Only you can come up with a combination of such pleasure, mixed with excruciating torture." Magnus said with a sigh.

NEW STORY TITLE: IDLE HANDS

A frigid woman becomes the host of a horny succubus.

Idle Hands

Part One of The Succubus

She'll be sorry she didn't go out with me, Pete Miller thought spitefully.

In the abandoned warehouse the preparations had all been made. Around the unconscious woman on the floor, Pete had drawn a circle in silver dust. Inside the sacred circle, runes written with terrifying, fanatical precision demanded the obedience of unearthly powers. Thick black candles were lit at the five points of the inverted pentacle which filled the circle, ready to funnel mystical energy towards his obsession.

In the dim light which shone blearily through the grimy windows,

Katrina Dunlap looked pale and wan, completely unlike her usual vivacious self. Her dark hair was spread untidily on the concrete floor, and her stylish clothes were dirty and rumpled. It had taken some clever sleight-of-hand and a sizable bribe to one of the kitchen workers to spike her drink in the cafeteria. It had taken even more care to unobtrusively guide her into his car and drive her out to his chosen spot when she had stumbled, blank-eyed and senseless, out of the dorm. He had been incredibly Lucky none of her friends had seen them together. Pete knew she had told them she didn't want anything to do with him.