Cecil the Wench Ch. 08

Cecil and the Dark Wizard, Part 1

As time passed and Cecil made herself known, empty nights became a rarity at The Bull and Mare Inn. Cecil should have found herself busier than ever, but she considered her employment expectations fulfilled by bringing a steady stream of clientele through her exploits.

While the rather mundane locals brought in the majority of the steady income, Cecil relished the occasional guest she deemed worthy of sharing a night - in turn, each of those trysts brought even more guests, as word of Cecil's qualities spread. She was quite proud to defy the common expectations of a wench and become a central part of The Bull and Mare. She had perky yet modest tits, her skin was rich olive instead of milky white, freckles speckled her face, and she was rather short instead of tall and elegant - despite all this, many a traveler came just for her (and, if they were lucky, came in her).

One rare evening when the inn was entirely quiet, Cecil stared out the window. Fireflies flitted along the riverbank, but it was otherwise dark and boring. Just when she readied to go to bed, the door creaked open.

A tall man stood in the doorway, shrouded in a dark robe with purple inscriptions. He threw back his hood, revealing long, slender, pointed ears and tawny skin. The elf had low cheekbones by his race's standards, and a rounder face, but he was still handsome as most elves were. Cecil thought him rather young to be traveling along - certainly an adult, but young for a lone traveler.

"Welcome to The Bull and Mare," she said sweetly. "I'm Cecil, resident wench. How are you this evening, and what can I do for you?"

The elf inspected her with squinted eyes. "Food and drink." He spoke gruffly, attempting to cover a voice that was light yet warm.

"We have all three and in spades. What kind of drink, and is stew and bread fair for a meal?"

"I'll take your finest wine, and cheese with the bread and stew, if you have it."

Cecil smiled. "Oh my dear, of course we have cheese. Richard, the innkeeper, just finished a new cellar and it's well stocked with cheeses and wines. Any particular type of cheese you're craving?"

"Cheddar."

Cecil's head tilted at the rather mundane request, but she continued smiling. "I'm certain we have some. I'll be back in a flash... What was your name again?"

"I didn't say it."

"I know," Cecil said, rolling her eyes. "That was a polite way of me asking for your name so that I can address you properly. I didn't want to just call you 'my good elf,' or some other nonsense. It feels insulting to do that. You could also share a title or occupation if you'd prefer I call you one of those, works fine for me."

"You may call me Choskie."

Cecil blinked slowly. "... alright then, Choskie, I'll be back with your food in a moment."

What the hell was Richard thinking, Cecil thought as she entered the underground cellar. We're halfway to the next tax collection, don't have nearly enough saved, and he put so much money into building this. Not that the improvements are bad, but that man seriously lacks foresight and management skills. Gods, why am I so invested in this place?

Cecil turned her thoughts to Choskie as she rummaged through the cellar. What a strange elf. Acting mysterious instead of being mysterious, he's young and annoying but I'd be lying if I didn't think he's cute. Not sure that attitude is worth sharing a bed for, and as young as he is, probably not much of a lover... I have plenty of toys and haven't made use of them much recently, they should do fine for tonight.

Cecil returned to find Choskie already sitting at a table. She slid a bowl of stew in front of the elf, followed by a plate with bread, a hunk of cheddar, and a mug of ale. The stew sloshed onto the table, as did froth from the ale, and the bread just barely stayed on the plate

"Are you looking for a room?" Cecil asked. "It's a quiet night, I'm happy to give you a discount."

Choskie glared. "Aren't you going to wipe the table?"

Cecil waved him off. "Nah, you might spill while eating. Why should I clean it twice?"

"Clean it. Now!"

"Alright, alright, don't get your bustier in a bunch, I can clean it."

Cecil grabbed a cloth and made a show of wiping off the table, leaning far over and squeezing her tits together and waving her ass from side to side. When she finished, Choskie put his muddy boots up on the table.

"You missed a spot," he said.

"You know, you're right," Cecil said, throwing the cloth onto the table. "Your face, it is a rather large blemish, not sure I can get that cleaned up tonight. Yell when you're done and we can settle up the cost, and get a room if you want one."

Cecil walked away when Choskie called after. "I will be finished when I say I am!"

"... right, that's the normal way things work?"

Cecil headed to the bar when she began feeling woozy. Her head spinning, she grabbed a table to stabilize herself.

"Something wrong, my pet?" Choskie snickered.

"Don't call me that," Cecil snapped. "You haven't earned... you... you..."

The world faded around Cecil and she fell to the floor.

***

When Cecil woke, she was wobbling side to side. She opened her eyes to see a metal cage; she looked up to see the cage was on a cart, pulled by two stout horses. None other than Choskie was holding the reins.

"Awake, I see," he said.

"More living in a nightmare than awake, seeing as you're here. If I find out you've touched me..."

Choskie scoffed. "Of course I touched you. I had to pick you up to get you into the cage, but I promise you nothing untoward."

Cecil rolled her eyes. "Where the hell are we going?"

"I needed company, in my tower," Choskie said. "If you couldn't tell, I'm a dark wizard."

Cecil chuckled. "Yeah, boy like you couldn't pull a woman without magicking her asleep first. Dark wizard indeed, it explains your shitty eyeliner."

"I prefer to ride in the quiet!" Choskie said with a snap of his fingers. "Back to sleep!"

***

Cecil woke again to find herself in a new cage. It was too low for her to stand up comfortably, but was some ten feet wide and long. The ground was covered in layers of thick, plush furs and soft pillows of all sizes ran around the perimeter of the cage. Were it not for the cage, she would have considered it a luxurious and unique bed. Neatly folded in one corner was a skimpy outfit that Cecil couldn't quite tell exactly what it was meant to be. A collar and leash hung from a peg by the door to the cage.

Outside the cage were the stone walls of Choskie's fortress. It was a round tower, quite moody and fitting with bare walls. Cecil was grateful a few braziers were positioned near the cage and they crackled with fire, keeping her cozy inside. A short distance away was a study area, with shelves covered in books, potion ingredients, and strange implements. Choskie was busy at a table, with glass vials clinking as he poured strange liquids.

When Choskie muttered an incantation, a nearby book burst into flame. He grabbed a bucket and doused the book, cursing.

Cecil burst into laughter. "What an amazing wizard you are!"

"I see you're finally awake, my slave," Choskie said as he sauntered over.

"Slave?" Cecil looked around again, and brushed her hand over the furs. "You're new at this, aren't you?"

"Don't be mean, everyone starts somewhere."

"Don't be mean?" Cecil snorted. "You stuck me in a cage and called me your slave! Most people don't start their dark wizard arc by abducting a wench!"

"Well, how else am I supposed to get the experience I need?" Choskie whined. "Especially as a dark wizard. I want to become Choskie the Magnificent, most powerful of all wizards, bringer of terror!"

"Come on, I smelled your perfume. How dark can you really be?"

Choskie grinned sadistically. "This dark!"

A jolt of electricity surged from his fingertips, striking Cecil's shoulder.

Cecil yawned and brushed the spot lazily. "I've had a shaman electrocute my clit with more power than you put into that pathetic blast."

"Your... clitoris?"

Cecil eyed the elf. He really was quite cute, and she could see an eagerness in his eyes. For him to afford this tower he must be plenty well off... I bet I could help him while having some fun and bringing back a bit of money for the inn while I'm at it.

"Tell me, oh dark wizard, do you want to fuck me?" Cecil said, her voice smooth and sultry.

Choskie's robe twitched at his groin. "Do I wa... I want... Do want... I uh..."

"I'll take that as a yes. Allow me to make a proposal. You have a thing for domination, and I'm assuming by the cage, you want to try out some pet play more than slave play, seeing that collar there. So how about I teach you a thing or two, and after a couple days, you take me back to the inn. Oh, and you pay for your education."

"How do I know you're worth it?" Choskie said, arms crossed.

Cecil slipped out of her dress and lay back, spreading her legs wide. She ran her hands up and down her thighs, then spread her pussy for a split second. She grabbed a pillow and slid it under her ass. Legs pointed straight into the air, she spread her cheeks, offering a clear view of her backdoor.

"Behold, dark wizard, a body enchanted by the Witches of Clendol. I will always be perfectly clean, perfectly lubricated, and perfectly sized for any partner I choose to lay with. You're a wizard, why don't you verify for yourself?"

Choskie ran away, returning moments later with a thick book. He flipped through the pages, finally coming to a stop. He read frantically with a finger following the words. Slamming the book shut, he looked at Cecil. Hand raised, he muttered an incantation. Blue wisps flew out from his fingers and wrapped around Cecil before returning, entering Choskie's eyes and ears. The wizard's eyes and robe bulged.

"Perfectly... sized..."

"Wet and clean!" Cecil followed.

Choskie ran back to his study, pulled out a few large pouches and counted coins on the table.

When he returned, Cecil was already wearing the skimpy outfit. It was more a lattice of soft string with bits of cloth between, wrapping around her torso and leaving little to the imagination. Four small triangles of cloth framed each of her tits, with her nipples exposed. Two strings ran across her groin, leaving her pussy and ass exposed. Cecil had further found a metal plug with an animal tail attached, which presently dangled from her butt.

Cecil was astonished how soft and comfortable yet well-made the outfit was; she particularly appreciated how it accentuated her slender figure. "Did you make this yourself?"

"Mother always says sewing would be a handy skill, and handiness has no gender."

Cecil grinned. "Well, she's not wrong - though I somehow doubt she expected you to sew something like this."

Choskie sighed. "I will give you enough coins to fund your inn for a month."

"Three months."

"Robbery!" Choskie exclaimed. He gulped when Cecil circled her nipple with a finger. "Fine, five weeks."

"If you think five weeks is fair compensation for access to my body and knowledge, then I'll bite off your cock the second it's within reaching distance."

"Two months, then?"

Cecil pinched and tugged at her nipples, the sensitive skin hardening from her touch. "Instead of biting off your whole cock, maybe just the tip if two months is what you think I'm worth."

Choskie's robe billowed as he watched Cecil tease her own body. "Fine! Three months it is! How should we begin? Oh, wait!"

Choskie ran to his desk, furiously wrote, then scurried back. He held a paper out to Cecil.

"A contract!" he exclaimed. "The terms are simple. You stay here for two days and teach me, I pay for three months of the inn's operations... this is sounding less and less like a fair deal."

Cecil smirked. "Two days with me and you'll fuck better than any of the queen's personal manservants."

Choskie's robe twitched. "Right! We sign this - make sure you write down your safeword in the noted spot - and I'll be your eager student. Oh, and please note any restricted acts you might wish to name."

Cecil grabbed the paper and quill. "Safeword... sourdough... restrictions... I'll use my safeword and add them if the need arises, none come to mind now. And there, your contract."

Choskie scribbled away. "Safeword... eloquence... and there."

The contract burst into flames for a split second. The fires receded and the ink glowed orange.

"Properly sealed," Choskie said. "Should either of us renege on our agreement, then the contract is null. If you don't commit to the two full days, then payment will find its way back to me, no matter what you try to do. Likewise, if I attempt to keep you longer or perform any restricted acts - which you are welcome to add at any time, stop means stop and I promise to honor your requests - then I owe you the sum in full and you may leave at any time."

Cecil yawned. "Right then, boring part out of the way."

"Crawl, pet!" Choskie yelled, his voice cracking. "Get on your knees, crawl around, act like a cat!"

Cecil sighed and blinked slowly. "Way too much. Stop demanding, start dominating. You wouldn't shriek at an animal, nor should you shriek at your pet. Speak sternly, clear, precise, and yet with care. Offer your sex pet the same devotion you would a real pet."

Choskie exhaled slowly. "Whew, ok, a bit tougher and more involved than I thought."

Cecil eyed the outline of his raging erection which pressed against his loose robe. "Also, don't let your pet see your erection. You'll make me feel like I've done a good job without actually having done anything."

"But you look hot as fuck."

"I know I do, but your pet should earn their rewards - including the sight of your arousal. I don't care if you need a cage for your cock or tuck it up or magic up an illusion, but don't show so much so soon."

Choskie turned around and fussed with his robe and belt for a moment. He turned back around, eyes wide. "Got it. Alright then, treat the pet properly, hide erection, when do we fuck?"

"Never, if you act like this."

"Oh! Right, sorry," Choskie said, shying away.

Cecil sighed. "You've lost control. Your pet was disobedient, challenged your authority, and all you did was apologize."

Choskie groaned.

"Why don't you start again," Cecil said encouragingly. "I'm your pet. Give me a command."

Choskie puffed up his chest. "Sit, my pet."

Cecil knelt then sat back on her feet.

"Good, my pet," Choskie said.

Cecil purred

"Right, feeding time! A good master feeds his pets with regularity - when they behave."

Choskie slipped away and hurried back with a pan. Cecil didn't know how he managed to cook so quickly, but steam rose and the smell promised delicious food. He loaded a metal bowl with food and slid it into the cage, followed by a bowl of water.

Cecil was amazed by the meal - a beautiful seared filet of trout with crisp skin sat atop crispy potatoes and other roast vegetables, all coated in an herb butter.

"Did you make this yourself?" Cecil asked.

Choskie blushed. "Father always says the best way to attract a woman is through good cooking."

"Not sure about the best, at least for me there are a few higher priorities, but it's far from a bad method."

After Cecil happily ate her fill - with Choskie beaming at her enjoyment - he picked up the leash and collar then unlocked the cage.

"Time for a walk, my pet."

Cecil crawled out on all fours and waited patiently as Choskie put the collar around her neck. He buckled it, but it hung so loosely it could nearly fit over her head.

"Tighter," Cecil said.

"Won't it choke you?"

"Don't pull the leash as if I were an actual animal - it's not some cruel choke collar, anyhow. You want it loose enough for me to breathe comfortable - and deepthroat, should the occasion arise - but also snug enough to remind me that you're in control."

Choskie gulped at the thought of sliding his cock between Cecil's lips and into her throat. "Right, right," he said, snugging up the collar.

"Ahem," Cecil said when Choskie readied to walk.

"What now?"

"Another lesson - every time you interact with your pet, it's an opportunity. Whether reward or punishment, you were so close as you adjusted my collar. If you are pleased, tease me, give a touch of pleasure. If you are displeased, show it, spank, grope, be a bit crude. No matter what, choose your persona, and show me both the purpose of me being your pet and that you're in control."

Choskie eagerly kneeled beside Cecil. He rubbed his hands over her exposed ass and gently tugged at her tail, enough to make her ass pucker and stretch, but not to pull the toy free. He then traced a finger along her labia before thrusting it inside.

Cecil slapped his hand away.

"Too much?"

"Too much."

Choskie reached beneath her, grabbing her nipples and tugging gently. "Better?"

"Yes," Cecil purred.

Cecil followed on all fours as Choskie led around the tower. Thick furs had been laid all the way around, making for a comfortable crawl - Cecil wondered if the young wizard had put such luscious flooring down in anticipation of just such a walk.

"I think that's enough of a walk," Choskie said as they arrived back by the cage. "I think it's time for a bit of fun."

Choskie opened the cage and unhooked the leash from Cecil. She grinned mischievously, then ran across the room and hopped up on a table.

"Yo, what the fuck?" Choskie fumed.

"Have you never had a pet?" Cecil asked. "Sometimes they disobey. What are you going to do about my disobedience, master?"

"Oh, this is a part of it!"

"Yes, you idiot."

Choskie looked at his feet. "Kinda rude to call me that. I'm still learning and it's a little demotivating when you talk like that."

Cecil sighed loudly. "This is me disobeying, acting out! If I were an actual pet, then positive reinforcement would certainly be the better method, but this is pet play - punish me! Oh, and mixing a touch of pleasure with the punishment can be highly arousing for both the master and the pet. Not enough pleasure to feel truly satisfying, but enough to tease and make the pet want more."

"Oh, right!" Choskie said, marching over with a pep in his step. "You've been a bad little pet, time for punishment."

Choskie took a reed switch from a table. He twirled it threateningly, and Cecil shied away and whimpered in response. Before striking her, Choskie grabbed her collar and hooked the leash back on, and tied it off to the table. He pulled her down from the table and bent her over. As he tugged on her collar, Choskie struck Cecil's ass with the switch. She gasped, and he struck again. Harder and harder, he lashed at her ass until red lines covered both cheeks.

Cecil rubbed her legs together, gasping, when Choskie finally stopped. He took the handle of the switch and rubbed it along her slit. When Cecil moaned, Choskie abruptly lashed her directly on her pussy.

Cecil screeched, but before she could complain Choskie gently rubbed her labia and fondled a breast.

"How was that?"

"You're the boss," Cecil said between heavy breaths.

Pleased with himself, Choskie hopped up and led Cecil back to her cage. He slapped her ass to urge her inside then locked the door.

"It's time to please your master."

Choskie parted his robes and whipped out his cock, sliding it into the cage. Cecil admired his ample tool - she particularly enjoyed the spiral bulges along the length of elf cocks, as they felt spectacular in every hole.

Purring, Cecil licked up and down the firm member, sliding her tongue in the grooves between the bulges. Making eye contact with Choskie, Cecil opened her mouth and took his cock to the hilt. Her purring sent vibrations resonating into his groin, and in seconds he stiffened and his balls tense, spewing cum into Cecil's throat.

"Hrrrnnnngggggggggg...." he groaned, grasping the cage to keep from falling over. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened."

Cecil hungrily swallowed every last drop of cum, then kissed the tip of his softening cock. "It's alright, it happens sometimes. We just keep going on, there's no shame here - unless it's your desire to be shamed?"

"No!" Choskie fumed. "I took a potion of vitality, I should have lasted for ages!"

"Ah," Cecil replied. "You orgasmed because this is mental, not physical. Next time, try a potion to calm your nerves, it'll do more than a potion of vitality."

"Nice tip, thank you!"

Cecil smiled reassuringly. "While you're in refractory, it's a great time to practice other things."

"Like what?"

"You have ropes, yes?"

Choskie crossed his arms. "What dark wizard doesn't?"

Cecil slipped out of the outfit. "Then let's practice using them. On me."

Choskie's face brightened. "Oh! I have books on this!"

Choskie ran to his study and came back with a thick book and a coiled rope. He absentmindedly unlocked the cage, not noticing Cecil was naked, and let her out as he flipped through pages.

"These ropes look perfect, nice and soft but sturdy," Cecil said. "Tie me in whatever position you want. Take care that the ropes are snug, pressing into the skin, but are not overly tight. You don't want to cut off circulation and be forced to amputate my foot or something."

Choskie all but jumped with glee as he slammed the book shut. "I've been wanting to try this! Ahem, kneel my pet. Arms to your sides, hands by your feet."

Cecil watched in surprise as Choskie proved quite capable. In a matter of minutes her body was wrapped in rope, accentuating her every curve.

"Nicely done," Cecil said with glee. "Have you been practicing?"

"Maybe?"

"Well, however you managed to practice, whether on a doll or yourself, you're good at this, master. And I see someone waking up a bit... look at me here, master, I can't move. I'm exposed, vulnerable," Cecil said breathily. "It'd be a shame if a dark wizard with a huge cock were to use my body..."

Choskie leaned Cecil forward gently until her face was laying on a plush fur pelt. Her ass was high in the air. Choskie walked around Cecil a few times, admiring his ties. He finally leaned in, gently tracing the path of a rope around her thigh. Cecil shivered, unable to move and loving the restriction.

Kneeling between her legs, Choskie leaned in close. He pressed the tip of his tongue into the glistening wetness along Cecil's pussy and drove his tongue deep inside. Relishing the sweetness, he began lapping aggressively as his hands roamed across her skin and tugged at ropes. As Cecil squirmed and wiggled as best she was able, Choskie took hold of the plug in her ass and gently removed it. Moments later a finger replaced the metal orb, sliding deep and pressing against the delicate wall between her ass and pussy.

Cecil neared orgasm when Choskie stood up. "Master, please, I'm so close," she begged.

Choskie wordlessly raised Cecil back to her knees and brought his cock in front of her face. Cecil needed no instruction and opened wide, accepting him inside. As she took the full length into her throat, Choskie gently held Cecil's neck, guiding the depth and angle of her throat as his cock made its way in.

Cecil matched his increasing pace, pressing the tip of her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock as she hungrily sucked. Finding a steady pace, Choskie rhythmically glided in and out of Cecil's throat. Over and over he slid in and out, until pleasure overwhelmed. Choskie came for the second time, pumping cum down Cecil's throat.

Choskie stumbled back as Cecil greedily licked the last drops of his hot cum from her lips. "Much better."

"Are you ok?" he asked, leaning against the wall.

Cecil looked up and spied a chandelier hook absent the chandelier. "I'm better than ever, but seeing as you have another refractory period and I'm tied up, hornier than ever, how about another lesson?"

"What did you have in mind?" Choskie asked.

"A good dom knows how to balance pain and pleasure, denial and release. Suspending, especially while tied up, can be an excellent way to enforce humiliation, while denying pleasure and building arousal. I'm really aching now, and despite it being against my desire, I think you should suspend me. Make me wait until you feel ready for another round."

"Ah, I could work on those nerve calming potions!"

"Perfect," Cecil said. "You can tie me up from the chandelier hook."

Choskie dashed away and returned with ropes and a ladder. Climbing up, he hooked multiple strands through the iron hook, then positioned them around Cecil. He pulled the free ends, hoisting her a few feet into the air. Just when she thought he was done, Cecil saw Choskie raise a long hook with a polished metal ball at the end, with ropes tied to an eye at the other end.

"Oh no, master," Cecil said with feigned fear. "What are you going to do with that big, hard thing?"

Choskie blushed. "Is this too much? Are you ok?"

Cecil sighed. "Roleplay, dear? Remember the enchantment?"

"Right! Be a good pet and spread for your master."

Cecil did the best she could, restrained and hanging in the air as she was, to spread her ass with her hands. The hard metal ball pressed against her tight entrance, then it suddenly pushed all the way in. Cecil moaned and arched her back as Choskie pulled the ropes around her shoulders and tied them off - if Cecil relaxed at all, the hook was pulled tighter into her ass.

"Oh gods," she murmured, "please, have some mercy, master!"

Choskie pulled the ropes a bit tighter, sinking the hook deeper into Cecil's ass. She shrieked and her shoulders trembled.

"Are you ok? Was that too much?" he asked, looking into Cecil's eyes.

"Have you forgotten?" She said breathily. "I have a safeword, and I haven't used it."

"Oh, right, right... I'll be back soon... erm, when I'm good and ready, my pet."

The wait was agonizing for Cecil, waiting while she heard Choskie busily brewing his potions. The sounds of herbs being torn, flames billowing, and liquids being poured soon melded into one, and Cecil's body ached as much from unaddressed need for pleasure as it did from hanging with the hook deep in her ass. Her pussy dripped, desperate for attention.

Choskie finally returned and smiled. "How are you, my pet."

"Please," Cecil moaned, "please, give me release, master."

"You've been a good, quiet pet while your master was busy. I think you've earned a bit of a reward."

Choskie relaxed the rope connected to the hook, allowing Cecil to relax her body. She sighed as the wizard traced a finger across her inner thighs, gently tugging ropes as his hands passed over them. He began massaging and squeezing her ass, but the tender attention only furthered her arousal.

"Master, please..."

He continued exploring her body, running his hands over her tits but not touching her nipples. Choskie gently stroked up and down her neck, across her chest and down her stomach.

"Please master, please let me feel you inside me..."

Cecil felt herself slowly lowered to the ground. She squirmed, desperate to break free, to touch herself if her master wouldn't give her the release she craved.

"Let me out, master, please," Cecil moaned. "I'll give you pleasure, such pleasure you've..."

"Pleasure is my job, pet."

Finally, Cecil thought. He finally gets it right!

Choskie tilted Cecil forward again, until her ass was raised high. He gave the hook a flick, sending shivers through Cecil's body. She arched her back as sweet nectar dripped from her pussy down her legs. Rustling came from behind, then Cecil felt the most wondrous sensation: a hard cock pressing at her entrance.

Relief still remained distant as Choskie took hold of the hook, pressing it in broad circles and stimulating Cecil's ass. He glided against her labia, teasing her entrance. Cecil let out guttural, hoarse moans, her hands and toes splaying as she burned with desire, unable to form words.

Choskie buried the length of his cock in a single thrust.

The sudden rush of pleasure sent Cecil over the edge. The orgasm rocked her body like a lightning strike. Cecil whited out, her teeth chattering as her body shook with tremors as if an earthquake rattled her to the core. Before her trembling eased, Choskie begin sliding in and out.

"Well done, my pet."

The wizard picked up his pace, gliding in faster with every thrust.

"Yes!" Cecil cried. "Yes, master, more! More! More!"

Cecil's cries echoed in time with the slapping of Choskie's balls against her clit. He thrust furiously until an orgasm wracked Cecil again. Every muscle in her body tensed as the elf cock continued ramming into her. Her body went limp and she drooled as Choskie fucked her relentlessly.

The contractions took the wizard to the brink and he roared as he came deep inside Cecil's pussy, slumping over her as his balls squeezed out every last drop.

A few minutes later, they finally stirred. Choskie carefully undid the ropes, allowing Cecil to stretch on the plush furs.

"Now comes the hardest part," Cecil said, squirming as she removed the hook from her ass.

"Harder than my cock when it was buried inside you?"

"You did well, but don't let your performance go to your head," Cecil chided. "As much as you were good, I've had better - you have plenty of room to grow and refine your technique. The hardest part, as I was saying, is providing comfort."

"Oh." Choskie's face went blank.

"Don't tell me you skipped the last chapters of all those books? A nice boy like you, I'm guessing you want to find a partner, not just a woman to fuck for a night. You must make your partners feel safe, cared for, loved, even, if you think you've found the right one."

Choskie nodded. "Right, so should we..."

"Cuddle? Yes."

"I have a nice bed, just up the stairs from here," Choskie offered.

"You made a plenty good bed in the cage, and there is no way my legs are taking me up the stairs!" Cecil said. "Let's just stay here, it's more about the connection than it is the setting. Hold me close inside, make sure I feel warm and safe. And you need rest too. You came three times today, and I want you in tip top shape at first light so we can make full use of tomorrow."