Gemorian Ascendant 2 - Sex Stories

Gemorian Ascendant 2

... feel it, Esteban? The power flowing through you? The magic that now belongs to you?" She leaned her chest against my side, and I could feel her nipples hard and peaked as she began to rub them against me. "You are the magic now."

Her voice was seductive, low and sultry, a siren lure that beckoned me deeper into lust and control. But beneath the sensuality was still a challenge, a testing. I'd been given what I asked for; would I be strong enough to wield it, or crumble under it, under its weight, lost to my own temptations? Her eyes flicked down to where her hands stroked and fondled and caressed my throbbing prickmeat. Pulsing, the veins bulging, head swollen and a dark purple, copiously lubed by my steady stream of precum and the motion of her fingers. "Should I help you relieve this?" she purred.

I licked my lips then pressed them together, furrowing my brow as I gathered myself. Oh no. I wasn't going to come so far only to cum and lose it. However willing, or even eager she actually was to help me, sex demons were sex demons and on this path I needed control or I would be lost. Her chin still in my hand, I tilted it up and back, and with my other hand grabbed and pinched what turned out to be a very long, hard nipple of hers in my fingers. Squeezing, I said, "No. I think not. Your whispers have given me the basics of wielding magic, and your submission has given me a pool of magic to use: yours. But there is more. I have to bring those things together. I have to use ...

... it." I rolled her nipple then circled it with my thumb. "Give me my first spells."

Maëlys's breath caught in her throat as I pinched her nipple, her back arching. "Ohhhh, you are indeed a clever one, Esteban." The position of her head made her voice tight, but she sighed as my thumb continued to circle the nipple in my fingers. She resumed grinding her hips against my leg. "Very well. Let me show you what you can do." Her fingers squeezed me, then one of her hands trailed its fingernails up my abdomen, across my chest, my neck, and caressed my mouth.

"As you wish, your first spell must of course be of command. Little point in summoning, if what arrives can do what it wants and not what you want. So focus again, my dear, draw your magic and pull into mine. Build it inside you, whirling, waiting to be released."

The temperature around us grew hotter again, the air thick. "Think of the glyph. The glyph of control. Of Enthralling. Form it in your mind, the rounded shapes, its sharp intensity. Imagine it like a seal, to stamp its impression on whatsoever it touches, cementing itself within."

I furrowed my brow in concentration, doing as Maëlys bade me. It took a moment for me to fully recall the glyph in all its intricacies, interconnected components and their individual meanings coming together in a lattice of power. Then its function; like she said, a seal to impress my will on others. To make them my thralls. All these concepts she had put in my mind, but now I saw ...