Gemorian Ascendant 2 - Sex Stories

Gemorian Ascendant 2

... how it all fit, began to understand the basic syntax of the language being communicated in. It was thrilling, and I must have been smiling unconsciously.

"You see it don't you? You are quick. My quick and clever summoner, ready to be master of all he surveys." Her voice was sensual, borderline hypnotic. "Do it. Release it. Unleash it upon me." As she said it, her hand gripped my tumescence tighter than she had been, her strokes insistent, almost a physical plea to give her what I had inside me, one way or another.

I looked into her eyes, but I wasn't sure what I saw there. I was so inexperienced in so many ways at that time, so young. But she seemed eager for this, this key act, over and above the obvious lust. I licked my lips, eyes locked on hers, and pulled on her nipple. She hissed and leaned towards me as kept pulling at her swollen tender nub, and when she was close enough, I leaned my forehead on hers and let go of the glyph.

It felt like a pulse shot through me and into her, a pounding in my chest I could feel reverberate in hers somehow. Her eyes went wide. Maybe it was because she had described it that way, or maybe it was the nature of the act, but I could sense the glyph indeed stamp into her like a seal into hot wax. To this day, I do not know if she had had some kind of idea for turning the glyph against me in some way, maybe by having me succumb to my lust. Or maybe she truly had meant for me to enthrall her, to be my first true minion, as the final ...

... act in completing our bond. Despite all the things I've done, I've never had the courage to ask. It's never really mattered, though. In the moment, she looked at me with absolute devotion and pride at my success. And in the time since, she's never tried to break it, undermine it, or dispel though she of all beings would know how to seek such remedies, and as my first real spell cast it was certainly not my strongest. So there is always that.

Still, when the spell hit, her chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her lips parted. "So," she managed to whisper, "you've done it." Her fingers continued to stroke me, though at a more measured pace, and I could feel the wet spot now where she rubbed against my leg. "You are indeed the master, Esteban." Her voice was low and husky. "What shall I do now?"

Her eyes looked into mine, looking for direction, for a command. Waiting for me to take what was mine and use it, as I soon would the world around me. I licked my lips, contemplating making another power play. But especially after casting that spell, I was about at my limit, and she felt *so good*. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and let go of her chin, and her nipple, then pulled her hand off of my hardness. "Disrobe. I...I want to look at you."

Her chest still heaved, and she took a step back. As if my need had triggered her own, she looked me up and down, lingering on my hardness where it pulsed, a deep red from all her expert stimulation. "As you ...