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skarletteone:
“ We thought we had nothing to worry about. Both of us–Doctor Q and the Synaesthespian–were seasoned witches. We figured we were up against some snot-nosed kid who had stumbled across a magic scroll.
Little did we know the trap that...
skarletteone

We thought we had nothing to worry about. Both of us–Doctor Q and the Synaesthespian–were seasoned witches. We figured we were up against some snot-nosed kid who had stumbled across a magic scroll.

Little did we know the trap that awaited us.

I’d barely stepped inside when a circle set into the floor went off, trapping me completely.

Synaesthespian–my apprentice, my partner, my friend–raised a shield, but the kid didn’t attack. He held up a doll crowned with strands of Syn’s own hair. We both stared in horror as he cast little spells on the doll—dispelling of magic, onset of confusion, enhancement of lust—and they swept over my suddenly defenseless, raven-haired partner. Within minutes of crossing the threshold, she was naked, doubled over with trembling desire, and begging for “her Master’s” touch.

Then he turned to me, offering a deal: He would open a portal to the Dark Realms, banishing me to unending torment, or I could simply renounce my power until sunset and agree to fuck him. He even swore he’d use no magic on me.

I refused at first, but when he pronounced the first few lines of the the very tricky portal spell correctly, I relented.

As Syn moaned with every lick of his skilled tongue, I stripped and climbed on top of the wicked little warlock. Relying on him keeping is word about no magic, I slowly lowered myself on his dick. It was swelling deep inside of me when I realized that he’d never promised not to use magic on himself.

His dick felt better than anything ever had. “You bastard!” I growled. With every scrap of will I forced myself off of him, off of ecstasy itself.

His hands grabbed my hips and pushed me back down

… back where I belonged

… back to riding his wizard’s staff to bliss

… and enslavement.

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