In the shadowed halls of Arcane Academy, Elara the 21-year-old witch knelt before Director Voss, her lithe body bare save for the jeweled plug nestled deep in her ass and the leather collar cinched around her throat. Sweat already glistened on her skin as she met the older woman's gaze with a defiant smirk. 'One ruined potion and suddenly I'm your plaything? How delightfully archaic, Director. I expected better from a woman of your... stature.'
Voss chuckled, sharp as broken glass. 'Rules are rules, little witch. Spoil the brew, pay the price. Out into the corridor you go. The first mage you meet claims you for the day. No safewords, no mercy.' She tugged the leash, leading Elara forward on all fours, the plug shifting with every step, sending sparks through her core.
They rounded the corner and nearly collided with a tall student named Thorne, his robes half-open, eyes widening then darkening with hunger. 'Well, well,' he drawled, 'what's this offering?'
Elara rose to her knees, back straight, voice laced with biting wit. 'An offering with teeth, pretty boy. Touch me wrong and I'll hex your cock limp for a week. But since the universe insists, let's see if you can handle a real witch.' Thorne grinned, already hard beneath his robes. 'On your knees properly, then. Show me that mouth.'
She leaned in, tongue flicking out to tease the head of his cock before taking him deep, sucking with fierce rhythm. 'Mmm, not bad,' she murmured around him, pulling back to stroke his hard length. 'But if you want me horny and dripping, order me properly.' Thorne groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. 'Suck harder, witch. Take it all.' She did, gagging lightly yet eyes blazing with challenge, saliva dripping down her chin as she worked him.
'Count for me,' he commanded, pulling out to slap her ass firmly. The plug jostled, making her pussy clench and grow wetter. 'One,' she panted, voice strong, 'and don't think this makes you master. Two—harder, or are you scared?' Each spank landed sharp, her ass reddening, sweat beading on her breasts. 'Three... four... fuck, you're making me so wet.' Thorne pushed her back to his cock for another blowjob, her tongue swirling expertly while she moaned, 'Taste that? My pussy's dripping for it.'
He yanked her up, spinning her against the wall, cock pressing between her cheeks. 'Beg for it, Elara.' She laughed breathlessly, pushing back against him, horny and panting. 'Make me cum first, student. Or are you all talk?' His fingers found her slick folds, rubbing her clit as she ground against him, the plug still buried, promising an explosive finish just beyond the edge.
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