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“Hey.”
You look up and open your mouth to respond. Before you can say anything, Patchouli leans across the table and presses her mouth against yours, slipping her tongue right past your teeth. The softness and warmth on your lips and in your mouth send a shiver up your spine, making you moan quietly as you start licking and sucking her tongue.
You slide the empty wineglasses away and reach across the table. Patchouli reaches up and grabs them both, lacing her fingers with yours and digging in slightly with her nails. They’re each twice as long as the fingertips they cover, painted with swirls of purple and lavender and encrusted with small gems.
You and Patchouli pull on each other’s hands and turn your heads sideways, deepening the kiss even further. This took you completely by surprise, but you’re certainly going to enjoy it as much as you can. You force Patchouli’s tongue back to the middle, and the two of you and start kissing more equally. Quiet moans come from both mouths as your tongues dance about and swirl together.
Minutes later, the kiss ends. You both keep your tongues extended and suck gently as you pull your heads away. Patchouli grins at you and tightens her grip on your hands, moving her head next to your ear. You glance down and see that her breasts are resting on the table, but her baggy clothes make it hard to tell just how large they are.
“Would you like to come to my bedroom?” Patchouli asks in her quiet, authoritative voice. It sounds more like an order than a request. You nod weakly, and she stands up and pulls you out of your chair. She puts an arm around your back and leads you through the endless rows of bookshelves, gently rubbing your erection the whole time. Her glistening lips are just inches away, but you’d wind up having sex right here on the floor if you kissed her now.
Finally, you reach an ornate door on the library’s wall. Patchouli produces a golden key from her mantle and turns it smoothly in the lock, pushing the door open and pulling you inside.
Patchouli’s bedroom has the same pale yellow lighting as the rest of the library. She invites you to sit on a large four-poster bed and gives you another quick kiss before disappearing into her bathroom. You take the chance to undress, leaving your clothes in a pile next to the bed before lying back down. Your erection throbs quietly as you wait.
You’ve dreamed of something like this ever since you started working here. Patchouli’s words were always businesslike, but sometimes she’d quickly caress your hands while speaking or whisper them into your ear. The romance books she sometimes sent you after made you suspicious as well. When she sent her other servant away for the night and asked if you wanted some after-work drinks, your mind started racing immediately. Now you’re lying naked on her bed, waiting to see what she has in store for you.
Just as your eyes start wandering, the bathroom door clicks open and makes you jump. You slowly turn your eyes to the doorway and watch as Patchouli steps out with surprising grace, looking more beautiful than anyone you’ve ever seen. She stops halfway to the bed and puts her hands up in her hair, turning around a few times with a self-confident smile and moving her hips in slow circles. You’ve seen an occasional smirk or grin from her, but never an out-and-out smile.
Patchouli’s usual pajama-like outfit is gone, replaced by a transparent purple babydoll with black trim and a matching pair of lowlegs. You were sure she had a nice figure underneath her pajamas, but you hadn’t dared to think she’d be like this. Her pale, mature body has just a hint of pudge, which only helps her huge breasts with their pale pink nipples and the deliciously plump ass that her panties do nothing to hide. The whole display leaves you sweating and trembling and painfully hard, and it only worsens as she slowly walks up and sits down next to you with that same blushing smile.
“Is it everything you were hoping for?” she asks. You gulp and nod quickly, and she rewards you by gently grasping your penis. Her hand is wonderfully soft. “I should hope so. Once we’re finished, you’ll belong to me.”
Patchouli closes one of her hands and holds it up in the air. It flashes red and blue as she mutters a brief incantation, which causes a thick, clear liquid to leak out between her fingers. You collect some of it in your hands and discover that it’s a warm, oily lubricant. She opens her hand and points it downwards, letting the oil flow to the tips of her nails before it falls to your hands in five small streams. When the flow stops, Patchouli uses her clean hand to pull open her top and guides your hands to her breasts.
You swallow again and push your hands forward. They sink almost an inch into Patchouli’s pillowy breasts until the oil makes them slip away. You slide your hands around them in slow circles, flicking your thumbs over her nipples until they harden and stand straight out.
Patchouli grabs your cock and coats it in oil with a few quick twists of her hand, leaning in for a kiss at the same time. Your hands close tightly around her breasts on reflex, and she gives you a quiet, appreciative moan. She changes her grip to squeeze your shaft with a thumb and forefinger and starts to slide her hand up and down, keeping you rock-hard while you grope her.
You try pinching both of Patchouli’s nipples and pulling them towards you, rolling your fingers at the same time. She arches her back and moans happily, prompting you to pull her breasts up and attack her nipples with your mouth. You suck hungrily and tease them with your teeth until her hand closes around your balls. A quick, painful squeeze convinces you to back away; you’re worried that she might be angry, but she’s still wearing the same smile as before. Your balls stay firmly in her grip, though.
Patchouli uses her other hand to examine your cock. She runs her fingers over the head, scratches up and down the shaft, squeezes it a few times, and bends it backwards, nodding to herself the whole time.
“You have something nice here. I wonder how hard it can get?”
Patchouli holds her hand open a few inches from your cock and chants another spell. Your penis flashes brown for a moment, and something firm and solid seems to flow into it. It reaches a painful but exciting level of hardness. She gives it a little flick from the side, which makes it wave back and forth in the air. The hardness is almost painful, and a stream of precum leaks continuously from the swollen head.
Patchouli licks her lips and plants a wet kiss on your glans. You groan quietly when you feel the soft texture of her lips, and loudly when she swallows half of the shaft. She goes right into a steady head-bob, swirling her tongue in tight circles and taking a bit more of your shaft each time her head goes down. She hardly flinches when the tip brushes against the edge of her throat, and a few seconds later she’s swallowing the whole shaft each time she goes down.
You suddenly notice that you can’t feel an orgasm coming. A bit of confusion creeps into your moaning, which makes Patchouli stop and chuckle around your cock. She lets out plenty of saliva as she pulls off, leaving a string that connects her tongue to your urethra.
“Ah, you noticed. My earth magic makes you as hard as rock, but you can’t wring sperm from a stone, can you? I might get rid of it if you please me first.”
Patchouli climbs on top of you, pinning you to the bed while she turns around and presses her soaked panties into your face. Her warm, soft breasts land on top of your cock, and she presses down on top of them to crush it under their weight. After a few seconds of staring, you open your mouth and press it against her panties, licking all over them to try and feel what’s underneath. You make out the outline of a bump and two folds, but the taste of fabric isn’t very appealing.
You carefully close your quivering jaw around the fabric, trying your hardest not to bite the sensitive flesh underneath, and pull it a few inches away from her pussy. She makes a pleased sound and slides them the rest of the way off, setting her bare pussy in front of your face a few seconds later. You can’t clearly tell the color in this light, but it’s pink and gaping slightly open, leaking something clear onto your neck. You grab her ass with both hands and dig in to her pussy with your tongue.
Patchouli’s musky taste and scent quickly fill your head. Once she gets over the initial shock, she grabs your cock with two fingers and lifts it up through her breasts. The softness now attacks your shaft from all directions, as if she was trying to crush it between two pillows. Her tongue flicks down and hits your urethra as well, and she takes a moment to suck on your engorged glans before pulling back to start stroking with her breasts.
The only way to get your mind off the pleasure is to focus on Patchouli’s pussy. Your tongue can feel a maze of bumps and creases inside her, and the thought of how it must feel on your penis sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t reach her clitoris in this position, so your hands slowly creep up to her asshole instead. The soft friction on your cock pauses as you tug at the rim of her hole, and the sound of a moan makes it through the thighs clamped around your head. You work a fingertip into her and keep up the pressure with your tongue, and she goes over the edge almost immediately.
Patchouli’s legs suddenly fold up into the air, and you see her toes curl above you as her pussy sprays a warm liquid onto your mouth. You relax your neck and lick your lips while her pleasure runs its course. Your penis is still trapped between her breasts, and you can feel the warmth of her moans on your glans.
Patchouli finally settles down and crawls off of the bed. You scoot forward to the edge, where she kneels in front of you with a satisfied smile.
“Not as good as my other servant, but you were nice and eager. I’ll give you your reward now.”
Patchouli dismisses the magic with a few strange words and a wave of her hand. Your cock softens somewhat, but it’s no less excited. She gently runs her nails all over your cock, chuckling as you tremble and groan in response. The teasing goes on for another minute, with your penis right on the edge the whole time. Then, without any warning, she grabs your it by the base and rams it down her throat.
The burst of pleasure makes you cum immediately. A huge, thick load blows straight into Patchouli’s stomach, making her gag a little as her eyes fog up with pleasure. She pulls halfway back after the first two shots and lets the rest of your cum spill out onto her tongue. It sits there for a few seconds while she savors the taste, and then she pulls off of you and gulps it all down in three swallows. Tears form in the corners of her eyes, and she opens her mouth to pant happily.
You pull Patchouli onto the bed. She lies on her back and holds out her arms, and you happily sink into her embrace. The two of you close your eyes and breathe deeply, occasionally letting out a quiet sigh. You nearly fall asleep there, but she awakens you with a peck on the cheek.
“That was very well done. You’re an excellent catch.” She allows you a moment to bask in the praise before continuing. “This mansion is full of beautiful women, though. How can I be sure they won’t steal you away?”
You start formulating a heartfelt answer, but she interrupts you.
“I’ve already decided on that. I just need to show you such incredible pleasure that you won’t even think about them. ”
Patchouli sits up and straddles your thigh, quickly warming it with her juices. She slowly slides her hips back and forth as she pulls up your half-erect cock.
“It supports one enchantment quite well. How well can it handle two?”
Patchouli casts two spells this time. The first one is the same as before, but her hand flashes silver the second time. You sprout another enormous erection, and a sharp feeling flows through your penis at the same time. It’s painful at first, but it fades to more of a faint ache as the new feeling works its way out to the surface. Dozens of small bumps appear all over your penis, each rising a few centimeters above the skin. Their appearance is somewhat disquieting, but you decide you like them when Patchouli scratches one and gives you a pinprick of intense pleasure.
“Wonderful,” Patchouli says lustily. She reaches for her pussy, but reconsiders and turns around instead, still pressing herself into your thigh. You hear her cast another spell, and one of her hands comes around drenched in her special lubricant. She spreads her ass with her dry hand and plunges two soaked fingers into the hole that you stretched out for her. Her face is hidden from you, but you can hear her deep moaning and feel the sudden rush of juices down your thigh. You try to watch her whole display without blinking, and your eager cock throbs painfully the whole time.
After using two pairs of fingers, Patchouli decides that she’s ready. She wipes the rest of the oil off on her ass and turns around to face you, scooting backward and squeezing your cock between her soft, slippery cheeks.
“Now, would you like to see how it feels?”
Patchouli seems as anxious to try this as you are. You nod at her as fast as you can and beg a little for good measure. She lifts herself up on her knees and spreads her ass with two hands, positioning the hole right on the tip of your rough, thick penis. It gives her asshole a little kiss before she jerks her hips downwards.
Patchouli arches her back and moans as soon as the tip goes inside her. She pauses and takes a deep breath to collect herself, leaving your glans all alone in her tight, slippery hole.
She soon resumes her descent, twitching and moaning non-stop as your cock ruthlessly carves a path through her tight asshole. It seems like the bumps on your shaft can feel every single crease inside her, and she seems to be just as sensitive, if not more. After a minute, she finally reaches your hips and slumps over with relief. Her asshole stops quivering and tightens around your cock, enclosing each one of your bumps in its own slippery prison while the whole shaft gets a loving squeeze. If it wasn’t for the magic, you would have lost it when you were halfway inside.
Patchouli rights herself and quickly twists her hips to one side. You both let out a loud groan, and her asshole twitches forcefully before molding itself onto your cock again. She repeats the motion a few more times, getting more and more accustomed to the pleasure until it only gives her a brief shiver.
“Does it feel amazing?” she asks, still grinding on top of you.
It does.
“Can you imagine having sex with anyone else?”
You can’t.
“And, will you… Mmm… Will you serve me for the rest of your life?”
You most certainly will.
“Good boy.” A new kind of warmth creeps into Patchouli’s smile. That seemed to mean a lot to her. You get the feeling that you would do anything for that smile.
Suddenly, without thinking, you confess to her. An icy terror shoots through you as soon as you do, but it’s too late to stop yourself.
“… Oh? Oh, my.” Patchouli stops moving, and a sadistic gleam shines in her eyes. Your stomach lurches in the silence that follows, but you can’t look away. Even when she isn’t moving, her asshole’s throbbing still stimulates you.
Patchouli slowly inclines herself towards you. Her breasts are the first thing to touch your chest; when she notices the contact, she grabs them and rubs her hard, slippery nipples against your own. After she gets a few moans from you, she removes her hands and finishes her descent, squishing her breasts against your chest as her head comes into kissing range. Her whole body is quite warm, but it’s her hot breath on your lips makes you sweat.
Patchouli opens your jaw with one hand and possesses your mouth. You wrap your hands around her back and run them through her silky hair while your tongue darts about frantically in her mouth, desperate to soak up as much of her affection as possible before this night ends and she returns to normal. She forces you to swallow some of her saliva, and you can feel its warmth as it runs down your throat and settles into your stomach.
Without breaking the kiss, Patchouli starts moving her hips forward and back in slow, fluid movements. The air outside her asshole feels uncomfortably cold on your cock, which clenches up repeatedly as she rakes the sensitive bumps across her smooth, slippery walls. You both moan into each other’s mouths, but you seem to do a lot more than she does. You relax your grip and lose yourself in her beautiful eyes, feeling like your body and soul are both under her control.
Patchouli removes her lips with one last smooch and smiles lazily at you in triumph, pushing her hips all the down to bury your cock inside her.
“I didn’t expect you to go that far, but I don’t mind. Go ahead and make love to me.” Patchouli rolls over to put you on top. Free of her considerable weight, you raise yourself onto your hands and admire her body once again.
You cautiously grab Patchouli’s ankles and push them over her head, then slide your hands down to just below her knees. She makes a few surprised sounds as you put her into position, and you sense a bit of nervousness in her breathing. She goes along with it, though, as eager to see what happens as you are. It seems strange to be on top for once; you’re briefly frightened of disappointing her, but then you remember that you just need to please her. Right now, you feel like you were made for that purpose.
You put your hands on Patchouli’s waist and start thrusting in earnest. The pleasure’s intensity catches both of you by surprise, but you tighten your grip and keep moving. You won’t able to cum until she lets you, so there’s nothing to be afraid of. Each stroke plunges your whole cock into her, and your bumps torture every inch of her sensitive walls. Her pleasure quickly exceeds her own expectations, and her eyes grow hazy with tears as she clutches the sheets and cries out.
She’s too proud to tell you to stop, though, so you keep on pounding away. Her breasts still jiggle quite a bit, even when framed by her legs. She restrains them with her hands and carelessly kneads them. You reach up with one hand to pinch a nipple, and she closes one eye and moans as she pinches the other one. Then she swats your hand away and brings them both to her mouth; they stifle her moaning, but the look in your eyes tells you she’s in heaven.
Patchouli’s pussy constantly squirts onto your cock as your thrusting continues. The soaked and quivering lips are extremely inviting, but her tight asshole is doing more than enough to please you. You press a thumb into her clitoris and finish her with a few quick, sharp thrusts.
Patchouli’s eyes and mouth open wide. She shrieks in ecstasy and goes limp, then moans lustily as her ass convulses around your cock. You’re so sensitive that it seems like you can feel her orgasm as well, but you don’t get any sort of release. You can’t think of anything except for how wonderful it would be to cum inside her. Remembering that the only way to do that is to please her, you flip her over and dig your hands into her large, soft ass.
Patchouli’s orgasm is on its last crest when you start pounding her again. She shrieks and starts to beg you to stop, but the pleasure forces that thought out of her mind. She pushes herself up with her hands and starts thrusting back onto you, making her breasts sway back and forth below her. Her long purple hair falls away to her sides and exposes her flawless pale back to the gentle lamplight.
Your penis is ablaze with pleasure. There’s hardly any friction at all now, so you’re free enjoy her asshole as intensely as you want. You don’t feel any failed orgasms, just an endless flow of pleasure. The only thing better than this would be…
Patchouli screams from another orgasm. It’s the third one you’ve heard tonight, but you’ve felt some contractions that might have been climaxes as well. You stop and let the ecstasy work through her, planning to hook her right at the end like before. Before that can happen, however, she pulls off of you and turns around. Her body is coated with sweat, her asshole is still gaping open, and her thighs and pussy are a mess of juices. Her blush is at least twice as strong as it was the last time you saw her face, and a shining stream of saliva runs down from the corner of her mouth.
Patchouli takes a few deep breaths to try and collect herself. You stare at her and try to do the same, but it doesn’t help much. Her body is simply irresistible, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself from mounting her and fucking her pussy as well.
“That’s… That’s enough.” Patchouli’s breasts heave with each breath. “You… The pleasure must have been unbearable. How could you keep moving?”
She already knows the answer. A tired smirk forms on her lips.
“If you’re going to be so forceful, I might end up falling for you too.” She leans over and dispels your enchantments. You don’t feel as powerful without them, but it’s nice to know that you can cum again. Next, she gently grasps your scrotum and casts another spell. It swells up and starts aching, and your urge to cum seems to double. A small spurt of precum escapes from your cock.
Patchouli reclines back and lays a hand on her abdomen. It flashed red, and she lets out a little squeal as her magic takes effect. She spreads herself with two fingers, letting a small cloud of steam escape from her glistening pink insides. Finally, she looks up at you with a mature, lusty expression.
“I want you to give me all of it. Fill me up and cover me with sperm.”
You knew she would say that, but you still feel a jolt of excitement. She pulls out a strip of lace and ties it around the base of your cock, making it redden and swell a little further. You spread your legs to make room for your enlarged scrotum and brace yourself with your hands as she mounts you. A sweltering heat flows out from inside her.
Patchouli gives you a deep, sloppy kiss as she drops herself onto your cock. You lose control immediately as her soft walls close around you, crying out into her mouth when you feel your penis clench up. Her ribbon keeps your cum inside, though, and the feeling retreats a second later. Instead, you feel a sweltering heat in her pussy that seems to spread throughout your body.
You grab Patchouli’s ass and pull her down the rest of the way, forcing out a loud shriek. She closes her arms and legs around your back and stares deep into your eyes. At the same time, her red-hot pussy throbs with desire while its soft folds caress your penis. She wants something, but she won’t say what.
On a hunch, you give her a single thrust and whisper into her ear that you love her. A powerful shiver runs through her and makes her pussy clench up, so you do it again and again and get the same reaction each time.
“Yes… More… Please, more…”
You fall forwards and tighten your grip on Patchouli’s sturdy frame, still stirring up her pussy as fast as you can. The intense heat in her drenched pussy makes your cock feel like it’s melting inside of her, and every other thrust gives you another half-orgasm. To make sure she loses herself completely, you grab her breasts and suck on both of her nipples, letting her use her legs to guide you while a mess of moans pours out of her mouth.
“I… I…!”
Patchouli’s orgasm interrupts her. The strength fades from every part of her body except for her pussy, which squeezes you even harder than her asshole did. Her cries seem loud enough to echo through the whole mansion.
Fortunately, she managed to take off your ribbon beforehand. A thick, languid ecstasy spreads through you. Your eyes roll up as your long-awaited release arrives, and your swollen balls start unloading to Patchouli’s pussy in long, powerful squirts. It eagerly milks your cock and devours six or seven shots before it’s full. You aren’t finished after that, so you pull out and shoot the rest out onto her beautiful pale skin, coating everything from her face to her breasts to her feet. She has a wonderfully satisfied look on her face, but your vision fades away as you stare at it.
You awaken in a tub of warm, sweet-smelling water. Patchouli’s body supports you from below, and her hands dance idly over your chest. You crane your head backwards to look at her, and she’s ready with a kiss. The touch of her soft lips makes you remember everything that happened; suddenly, she seems more like a goddess than a mistress. Your body slumps into a more submissive posture, and she breaks the kiss with a chuckle.
“You’re really hopeless, you know.”
Your blush comes back, but you aren’t ashamed of your feelings. Patchouli kisses you some more and caresses your body.
“But, I suppose I’m slightly fond of you as well. You’re still my property, though.” She gives your genitals a little squeeze, but they’re too tired to react. Not that it matters; if she wants to use you again, she can just use her magic to make you hard and fill your balls with sperm.
“But, you can take the lead next time. You’re quite enjoyable when you’re excited.”
Patchouli carries you out of the bathtub and uses some magic to dry you both off. You follow her back into the bedroom, where she settles into the bed and invites you to lay on top of her. The bed’s curtains close themselves with a snap of her fingers, leaving you both in darkness. She pulls up the soft covers and gives you one last kiss before letting you settle your head into her breasts.
“Work hard for me again tomorrow.”