Anastasia Seduces the Maid

Anastasia Seduces the Maid

It was a large kitchen, suitable for the size of the mansion. The gleaming stainless-steel appliances contrasted well with the dark wooden cupboards. An island in the middle was set up so that multiple people could work on preparing food at the same time. Everything was clean and sparkling. There was no sign of the beef brisket sandwiches that were served for lunch less than an hour ago. Even the air was clear, smelling faintly of cinnamon. It was an old trick using a kettle full of cinnamon water. Brooke was finishing up one last pass with the spray mop.

She was dressed as a maid, which was fitting because that was her job description. Brooke was the downstairs maid, responsible for keeping the ground floor of the mansion clean, as well as preparing meals. The job came with a uniform. She was wearing a short black dress trimmed in white. It was short sleeved, cut low to show her cleavage. The dress ended well above her knees, with a frilly white apron serving as an accent rather than any practical purpose. Her hose was held up by a garter, which would occasionally peak out from under the skirt when she bent over. A little white headband adorned her blonde hair, sitting in front of the French braid that trailed halfway down her back.

Finished with the mop, Brooke looked over the kitchen. She was done, the room was clean and ready for her to prepare dinner in a couple of hours. She was filled with a sense of satisfaction that left her smiling from ear to ear. God, she loved this job. The powerful sensation wasn't natural. She knew that, but she didn't care. It was a reward for a job well done. It kept her motivated and enjoying her day.

It was time to clean the lounge. Brooke picked up her basket of cleaning supplies. Walking through the arched doorway into the lounge, her high heels clip clopped on the flooring. The heels made her stick her butt out for balance as she walked. As a result, she had to push out her chest so that she didn't look like she was slouching. The heels were high enough to make her think about every step that she took, giving her just a bit of hesitation to her gait. It was a forced vulnerability that she enjoyed because of how sexy it looked.

The epoxy flooring of the kitchen gave way to polished hardwood as she entered the lounge. There was a variety of comfortable chairs and couches in the room, arranged around a large screen television. Brooke froze as she saw that the space was occupied. Aleron and Anastasia were in the lounge, engaged in post lunch intercourse.

Aleron was semi-inclined in a reclining chair, with his back to the doorway. She couldn't see from her current angle, but she knew that he was six feet tall with short brown hair and a goatee. He was broad and muscular, without being hulking or overweight. Anastasia was on top of him. Her stiletto heels were on the chair to either side of his hips and she was in a deep squat position. It was a deep enough squat that Aleron's thick manhood was inside of her. As Brooke watched, Anastasia pushed up and then lowered herself down again in short strokes. She was pumping her slim body up and down on his shaft.

There was an expression of pleasure on Anastasia's face. Her thick lips were open in a sexy pout as she ground her hips up and down. She was holding both of Aleron's hands, with her arms out in front of her, and him reaching up. Their fingers were intertwined.

At first glance, Anastasia was wearing a red leather bustier, the material clinging to her slim frame in a skintight fit. That didn't last long. The bustier morphed and changed as she rode Aleron. The leather rippled and then opened, revealing small but perky breasts. The material seemed to crawl around her body, becoming a red leather harness that framed her breasts. It was obviously magic. She called it a spellskin, magical clothing that reacted to her thoughts. Even with everything Brooke has seen over the last couple years, it had still taken a while to get used to living in a house with a woman who wore magical clothing.

Anastasia moaned in pleasure, apparently lost in the sensation that Aleron's manhood was giving her. Brooke couldn't help from feeling a pang of jealousy. She was grateful for everything that Aleron had done for her, but she wanted more. She wanted it to be her up on top of him, using her body to give him pleasure. Unfortunately, that wasn't allowed. Aleron said it would be unethical.

As Brooke watched, the breathing of the two lovers picked up. They were working towards a climax. Aleron started thrusting upwards, into Anastasia. She responded, pushing down with her squats. With a shuddering groan, he came first, with his body thrust upwards, his arms shaking.

Anastasia took that moment to look through the doorway and make eye contact with Brooke. The corners of her thick lips lifted in a knowing smirk. Then her mouth opened, and she shuddered, shaking as her own orgasm hit, almost as if in response to Aleron's.

Brooke felt momentarily trapped, as the female mage maintained eye contact through her orgasm. She wasn't quiet about it either, moaning shamelessly. Brooke couldn't look away. It felt wrong to break the connection, as if she was offering moral support as Anastasia rode the wave of what was obviously a powerful climax.

As the intense moment slowly ended, Aleron pulled Anastasia down. In the process, he broke the eye contact. Aleron kissed Anastasia and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't fight him. Kissing him back passionately as he slipped out of her and she cuddled into him.

Brooke found herself breathing heavily. Her face felt flushed and there was a heat in her body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the mansion. Damn, watching that display had made her horny. She wanted to be the one riding Aleron, but that wasn't going to happen. It was best to just get lost in the cleaning, to enjoy the rewards of a job well done.

Okay, so the lounge was occupied. She would skip that room and move on to the dining room. It would be a quick job. Nobody had used the dining room for the last couple of days. Some quick dusting, some polishing, and maybe change the tablecloth. It wouldn't take her long to earn her reward.

It was a moderately sized dining room, with a table big enough to seat ten people comfortably. Brooke knew that there were leaves that could be installed to expand the table so that it sat twenty, but those were in storage, so they were irrelevant. The floors were hardwood, blending nicely with the darker wood of the table and the cabinets full of crystal stemware. Brooke wouldn't need to touch the stemware. They were behind glass and rarely accumulated any dust. She pulled out a feather duster from her supplies and started working on the outside of the cabinets.

The dusting was finished quickly. Brooke went back to her supplies to get the furniture polish. A quick pass over the cabinets would be enough. She turned to find Anastasia lounging in the middle of the table.

The female mage had pushed the tablecloth and centerpieces off to the side. She was lying on the table, naked except for the band of a red leather cincher around her waist. The leather looked like it was painted on her skin.

Anastasia was a slim woman, her skin showing the natural tan of a mediterranean complexion. Her legs were long, with the tight butt of a runner. She had a thin waist and small breasts. Anastasia had her legs open, showing off her hairless vulva, still swollen from having sex with Aleron minutes ago.

"Really?" Brooke complained.

"Is that any way to say hello? After all, we just shared a moment you and I," Anastasia replied.

"I'm sorry. Hello, Miss Anastasia," Brooke said.

"I've told you before to call me master. I completed my journeyman projects. I've earned the title of master mage," Anastasia said pointing a long and accusing finger at her.

"Yes, master Anastasia," Brooke replied.

"You can just call me master."

"That's still not happening," Brooke said.

"Well, I'm just going to lie here. I'm not in your way, am I? Interrupting your work?" Anastasia asked. She squirmed around, rubbing her bare skin on the table. There was a mischievous grin on her face. She knew she was interrupting Brooke's cleaning routine, preventing Brooke from finishing the room, and receiving her reward for completing the task.

"You have magical clothing, and you still insist on parking your sweaty ass on the hardwood," Brooke complained. Despite her words she was smiling. Anastasia was a bit odd, but she was friendly.

"Aleron!" Anastasia called out, squirming so that her head was facing vaguely in the direction of the lounge, "Your yellow haired maid is being mean to me."

She had a pouty expression on her face. For such an otherwise slim woman, Anastasia had voluptuous lips. They did pouty very well. They were always cherry red, even though Brooke had never seen the woman apply any lipstick.

"Did you deserve it?" Aleron called back.

"Probably," Anastasia replied, a smile on her thick lips.

"What is it about Brooke that you keep harassing her?" Aleron asked.

"I grew up with maids," Anastasia replied, "I've never had them with functional brains before."

A laugh from the other room was the only reply.

"Aleron left me all messy," Anastasia complained, "You're his maid. You clean up after him. Give me a cleaning with your tongue. I promise you'll get a reward."

With those words she gestured between her legs to her swollen womanhood. It wasn't a serious offer. Granted, if Brooke had agreed to eat her out then Anastasia would happily let her, but she wasn't expecting Brooke to do it.

"Respectfully, No," Brooke replied. Anastasia looked delighted. She was still happy at being refused, even though this weird flirting had been going on for a couple weeks now.

"Not into girls?" Anastasia asked.

"I prefer men, and sometimes women, but never girls," Brooke replied.

"That's some sort of language word play, isn't it? Be nice, I only learned English three weeks ago," Anastasia scolded. She had no accent. Her diction was perfect. It must be nice to be a mage.

"I think I'm going to leak on your table," Anastasia said, looking down at herself.

It took Brooke a moment to figure out what she meant, but then she scrambled to get a cloth from her cleaning supplies. She tried to hand it to the female mage, but Anastasia just tucked her hands behind her head and lifted her pelvis towards Brooke. The message was clear, either put the cloth under her butt or Aleron's seed was going to leak out all over the table. With a sigh, Brooke tucked the cloth under Anastasia, who took the opportunity to wiggle around. In the process she brushed the bare skin of her inner thighs against Brooke's hands. Brooke flipped the tail end of the cloth up so that it covered Anastasia's swollen vulva.

"Oop," Anastasia said and then grabbed the cloth. She used it in a wiping motion, carefully capturing what was coming out of her.

"Here you go," she said, offering the now full cloth to Brooke. There was an expression on her face like she was offering Brooke a gift, instead of a cloth filled with cum.

"Umm, thanks," Brooke replied, taking the cloth between thumb and forefinger and dropping it into a garbage bag.

"What? Why did you do that?" Anastasia demanded. She sounded outraged.

"What was I supposed to do with it?"

"Oh sweetness, your receptors don't care if it's second hand, as long as it's fresh," Anastasia said.

"What?"

"Your receptors. Inside your vagina? I'm probably using the wrong word. The part of your womanhood that detects a man's cum and makes you orgasm."

"That's not a thing," Brooke said.

"This is a language problem again," Anastasia said. She squirmed around on the table to face towards the doorway.

"Aleron! What word does your society use for the chemo-receptors in a woman's vagina that detect the proteins in men's semen?" she called out.

"We don't. Those are an Urbis thing. Earth women don't have them," Aleron called back.

"Wait! What?" Anastasia demanded.

She attempted to roll over on her side to fully face the doorway. In the process, she misjudged where she was on the table and her hip slid off. Brooke caught a look of panic on Anastasia's face right before she disappeared over the edge with a crash.

"Are you okay miss Anastasia?" Brooke asked. A hand appeared above the lip of the table with a finger pointed at Brooke.

"Are you okay master Anastasia?" Brooke corrected herself.

"I am uninjured. I think gravity is stronger here than it was where I grew up," Anastasia said, climbing to her feet.

Although she went over the edge of the table nearly naked, she was now wearing a padded gambeson. It was a full skirt of what was essentially quilted armour. The gambeson rippled, becoming a tight leather seamless catsuit as Brooke watched. It was her spellskin, reacting to the mage's thoughts. Anastasia stalked in the direction of the lounge, high heels growing on her feet as she walked. She stopped in the doorway.

"Don't clean the table while I'm gone," she said, pointing at Brooke, "I'm not done with you."

Then she turned and stalked into the lounge on stiletto heels, speaking in a language Brooke couldn't understand. Apparently, Aleron could understand her because he responded in the same language.

Ignoring Anastasia's order, Brooke cleared off the table. She applied a quick spray of polish, focusing on where Anastasia had been lying. Then she spread a new tablecloth over the table. In the background, she could hear Aleron and Anastasia speaking loudly in the language she couldn't understand. They weren't arguing, just speaking passionately about something.

Replacing the centerpieces, Brooke looked over the dining room. It was clean and polished. A job well done. A surge of satisfaction caused her mood to soar, and she found herself happily grinning at the clean room. Working as a domestic servant for a mage did have its benefits. She couldn't imagine getting this kind of satisfaction from cleaning without the little modification Aleron had made to her mind so that she enjoyed her job.

With a clicking of high heels, Anastasia stalked back into the dining room. She was still clad in the red leather catsuit.

"You cleaned without me!" she exclaimed in a tone of shock. There was an expression of delight on her face, as if she was happy that Brooke had ignored her order.

"Of course," Brooke said, "I don't work for you."

"You know I'm just going to make a pest of myself in the next room," Anastasia said.

"I'm cleaning the toilets next," Brooke replied.

"No, you aren't."

"You're right. I'm taking a break," Brooke admitted.

"In that case," Aleron said from the lounge, "Why not join us?"

That was an offer she wasn't going to refuse. She owed Aleron, she owed him her everything. The deal was for her to work as his maid for a year, but she wanted to give him far more than that. She walked into the lounge, the clip clop of her heels sounding on the hardwood floor. Aleron was sitting on a low comfy couch. He was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt. As far as she could tell, the clothing was non-magical, but there was no way to be sure.

Anastasia swayed over to sit with Aleron. His eyes followed her swinging hips. She sat down, the spellskin rippling to stay skintight while her body moved. Even her high heels seemed to lower themselves in order to help her sit on the couch. Anastasia sat pressed up against Aleron's side. He watched her all the way down.

"Okay, so I'm trying to understand this," Anastasia said to Brooke, "How do Earth women have orgasms without receptors?"

Brooke was still standing. She leaned on the side of a chair, facing them. All the chairs looked extremely comfortable, but they were low to the ground or held you in a semi-inclined position. It didn't feel right for her to lounge around in the presence of her employer.

"The normal way. With foreplay leading up to good sex," she replied.

"Ugh! That sounds exhausting," Anastasia said, "I mean sure, if it was just us girls then I'm happy to play a round of find the G-spot. If you've got a man around though, it's so much easier to let him cum inside you and ride the pleasure like Unity intended."

"These receptor things are real?" Brooke asked, directing her question to Aleron.

"Yes," he replied, "Urbis was separated from Earth for around two thousand five hundred years. The humans in Urbis have been under evolutionary pressure for most of that time. We're the same species, but there are some minor differences."

"Now I understand why Earth has such a wide variety of sex toys," Anastasia said, "You've got a lot of weird stuff, but whoever invented the vibrator should win all the awards. What about you my little domestic challenge? What sex toy do you recommend? I want to try them all."

Brooke blushed. She couldn't help it. She knew what Anastasia was doing. She was saying outrageous things just to get a reaction. People didn't just ask for sex toy recommendations. Then again, Anastasia was different. It was possible that she thought it was a legitimate question.

"I don't," Brooke replied.

"I see. Aleron keeps you satisfied, does he?" Anastasia said, giving him a bump with her elbow.

"No Anastasia," Aleron said, "I served as her doctor. I'm her employer. It would be unethical for me to have sex with her."

"But you're having sex with the upstairs maid. How is that different?" Anastasia asked.

"Summer, the upstairs maid, was suffering from an addiction to heroin. I'm treating the mental aspect of the addiction by...."

"Enough," Anastasia interrupted, "Your ethics give me a headache and I'm still riding my post coital buzz."

"I'm willing," Brooke said quietly.

"I know you are," Aleron replied, "Which is part of what would make it unethical."

"Yeah, but the girl has needs," Anastasia said, "You're neglecting her. It's not like there are any other men around this place. You should order her to have sex with me."

"I thought you were trying to seduce her," Aleron said.

"Yes, but it would go faster if you ordered her to have sex with me."

"That's not going to happen," Aleron said.

"Okay," Anastasia said, turning back to Brooke, "You aren't screwing me or Aleron. Wait! Are you having sex with the upstairs maid too? That girl gets around."

"No," Brooke replied with a laugh, "But if Aleron wants to watch I'll happily help in her treatment."

"I like where your mind is at. Let's remember that idea," Anastasia replied, "But if you aren't using a toy either, then when was the last time you had a good orgasm?"

Brooke suddenly felt cornered. She didn't want to answer, but the two of them were looking at her. They were smiling, waiting for an answer.

"Before my accident," she replied quietly.

"That's over three years ago," Aleron said. The mood had been friendly. They were joking around, but now it changed. The smiles on Aleron and Anastasia's faces turned brittle. She had killed the mood.

"I should get back to work," Brooke said, standing up straight and adjusting her dress.

"That's not good for you," Anastasia said, moving away from Aleron and leaning forward on the couch.

"Yeah well, as you said, there's not a lot of options," Brooke replied.

"Okay look, I know I've been flirting, but you should at least be doing yourself," Anastasia said. Brooke looked away, shaking her head.

"What?" Anastasia asked.

"It's nothing," Brooke replied.

"Please tell us," Aleron said, he sounded serious. He genuinely wanted to know.

"When I try," Brooke explained, "I get flashbacks to being there. In the hospital bed, paralysed from the neck down. It feels like I'm trapped again, unable to move, helpless. It kind of ruins the mood."

They both went quiet at her revelation. It was definitely time for her to get back to work, Brooke turned to leave.

"Well then we just need to give you an orgasm," Anastasia said.

"I'm not having sex with you," Brooke replied.

"Okay then, receptors are the answer. We'll give you a set of receptors like any fertile young woman should have," Anastasia declared.

"Those react to proteins in men's ejaculate, right?"

"Yes," Anastasia said.

"Is the ejaculate going to be administered by Aleron?" Brooke asked, making eye contact with him. He shook his head in the negative, smiling wryly.

"Okay, new plan," Anastasia said, "In the spirit of trying new things, why don't we put them in your mouth?"

"Again, how is the semen getting in my mouth? Because I'm perfectly happy with the idea of giving Aleron a blowjob."

"Again, no," Aleron replied.

"How about I give you a blowjob?" Anastasia said to Aleron, "I keep what you give me in my mouth. Brooke and I spend some time making out, and her receptors give her an orgasm."

That almost sounded tempting. Brooke wasn't really interested in having sex with Anastasia, but if she could have an orgasm from kissing the woman then she would be willing to try it. It was especially interesting if Aleron was going to be watching.

"That won't work," Aleron said.

"Why not?" Anastasia asked.

"Because my love, with the modifications I've made to your lips, you don't give blowjobs anymore. I fuck your face, and you swallow everything I give you."

Anastasia raised a hand up to her mouth, gently stroking her lips. Her cheeks turned red as she blushed. Brooke was shocked, he actually managed to make her blush. It was either that or she was getting aroused at the thought of him having sex with her face. Damn, it was probably the second one.

"I wouldn't mind trying that," Brooke said. The two master mages ignored her comment.

"You know," Aleron said, "The receptors don't have to react to men's proteins. They could be set to react to any protein in a liquid matrix."

"Protein in a liquid matrix?" Brooke asked, thoroughly confused.

"Milk," Aleron replied.

"Milk, that's perfect," Anastasia said, "Drink a glass of milk, have an orgasm."

"Wait, are you serious?" Brooke asked.

"Why not?" Anastasia replied.

Brooke found herself befuddled at the concept. It couldn't be that easy, could it. Then again, she was talking to two mages who could manipulate the human body like it was Playdoh. Aleron had fixed her spine in a day when the best doctors available were all convinced she would be paralyzed for life. This was real. They were serious about making it so that a glass of milk would make her orgasm. Brooke knew she should say no, but her curiosity was getting the best of her.

"All right, let's do this," Anastasia said, "What kind of milk do we have? Goat? Sheep? Dryad? Human?"

"Cow," Brooke said, "We have cow milk you weirdo. Look, are you sure about... Wait, did you say dryad?"

"I'll go get a glass of milk," Aleron said. He stood up from the couch and walked off towards the kitchen.

Anastasia patted the couch where Aleron had been sitting. It was an invitation to sit down. With a clip-clop of her high heels, Brooke walked over and carefully sat down. It was always a bit of an adventure to sit in a low couch while wearing heels.

"Dryads are real? And you drink their milk?" she asked as she adjusted her skirt.

"Oh yes," Anastasia replied, "I know I'm supposed to drink free range dryad milk, because it's ethically sourced, but there's a nutty flavor note to the milk of posted dryads. It's probably from their agony and despair, causing a flavor change, but it does make it delicious. Now, open wide."

Anastasia brought her hands up to Brooke's face. Brooke found herself with one of Anastasia's hands at the back of her head, cradling her skull, while the other hand was at her mouth, a finger pressed to her lips. She flinched for a moment, but the hand at the back of her head held her surprisingly firm. The finger continued to press against her lips. Brooke took a deep breath through her nose and opened her mouth. Anastasia didn't waste any time, inserting her finger into Brooke's mouth she pressed down on Brooke's tongue. Her finger was acting like a tongue depressor.

"Now hold still. This won't hurt if you don't move," Anastasia said.

Brooke had her mouth open wide. A finger in her mouth was pushing her tongue down. A hand on the back of her head was holding her still. She tried not to move. There was a tingling sensation in the back of her throat. Anastasia was doing something to her with magic. She couldn't see what was going on. She probably wouldn't have been able to see anything anyway. After all, she couldn't see magic.

"I'll put them in the back of your throat," Anastasia said, "That way swallowing will help clear them out faster, shorter refractory period."

In her peripheral vision Brooke saw Aleron arrive with a shot glass half full of milk. It struck her that a shot glass was a weird choice for milk. Anastasia reached over and put one of her fingers in the milk. Wait, one of Anastasia's hands was at the back of head, the other was in her mouth. How was she... Oh yeah, she was a mage. At least one of those hands wasn't real. Distracted by that thought, Brooke was surprised when Anastasia let go of her head and pulled her finger out of her mouth.

"All done," she said.

"Are you okay," Aleron asked, "You look a little freaked out."

"Yeah, umm, I think so. What did I just agree to?"

"Nothing bad," he replied, "I wouldn't have let Anastasia do anything to hurt you."

"Thank you. I trust you, but I don't really know what she did to me," Brooke said.

"Why don't you take a sip and find out," Aleron said, offering her the glass of milk.

"Slow down," Anastasia declared, "Dip your finger in and take a drop first."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," Aleron said with a laugh.

Brooke dipped her finger in the milk. It was thicker than she was expecting it to be. Then again, that might have been because it was warm, somewhere around body temperature. Why would he be giving her warm milk instead of cold milk out of the fridge? With a bit of hesitation, she brought the finger to her lips. It tasted like cow's milk, no surprise there. It was only a small amount on her tongue. It took a moment for the taste to permeate to the back of her throat.

A warm heat started in her throat. Her heart rate picked up along with her breathing, as blood rushed through her body. Her face and neck felt flushed. Her nipples pressed against her bra as they suddenly became erect. Finally, the sensation of her womanhood swelling while it filled with moisture announced that she was suddenly and achingly aroused.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

"There we go," Anastasia said with a proud smile, "You ready to let loose?"

Anastasia was holding the glass of milk. Brooke couldn't remember the last time she had felt this aroused. It was really happening. She was going to have an orgasm from drinking a glass of milk. She made eye contact with Anastasia and nodded. The mischievous mage lifted the glass to Brooke's lips and tilted it. Brooke could feel the thick liquid against her lips. She took a sip.

Once again, the creamy taste of milk permeated her mouth. This time it was more than just a drop. Her heart rate sped up again. Her lips tingled with a need to be kissed. Her breasts and face felt flushed with heat. A swollen and wanton sensation from between her legs felt like a wave was building. She was vaguely aware of Anastasia pulling the glass away. The female mage was maintaining eye contact as Brooke swallowed.

Her back arched as her entire body tensed. It started in her throat, but it felt like a wave of pressure blossoming through her body. Her lips ached. Her nipples tingled. When that wave hit her vagina, it felt like an explosion. Muscles contracted, squeezing and shaking her body. A deep and guttural moan escaped her lips as pleasure detonated with each contraction.

Wave after wave of pleasure emanated from her throat and crested in her vagina. She tried to breath through the orgasm, but every breath came out as a moan. Her arms shook. Her legs tried to give out on her, but soft hands caught her and kept her from tumbling off the couch. They were Anastasia's hands. She maintained eye contact throughout the orgasm. There was compassion, and a bit of pride, in her eyes.

The orgasm slowly came to an end. Aftershocks causing her arms and legs to twitch with sensation. As her body released, tension flowed out of her muscles. She could feel the release. Muscles throughout her body relaxed, especially the ones in her upper back. Tightness in the muscles around the site of her injury, a rigidity she hadn't even known was there, fell away. With that release, she started shaking. It wasn't pain or disfunction. It was an emotional reaction.

Anastasia's soft hands were still holding her. They supported her as the shaking started. Brooke found herself trying to curl up into a ball. Anastasia guided her, cradling her. Anastasia's clothing melted away to leave Brooke's face pressed against Anastasia's bare thighs. It was skin on skin. She didn't know why it was comforting, but it was. She needed to feel someone else's skin in that moment. She started crying.

"That's your hormones balancing. Just ride it out," Anastasia whispered, her hand stroking Brooke's head.

"Sorry," Brooke mumbled, wiping at her face.

"You have nothing to apologise for. I would be a basket case if I had to go through a three-month dry spell. Three years is just insane," Anastasia said, continuing to stroke Brooke's hair.

It felt a bit weird to have someone petting her, but it was comforting. As Brooke started to regain control of herself, she realized that Aleron had left. He had given them some privacy for her to cry in peace.

Brooke shifted her body, with the intention of sitting up. Her intent was to get her head out of Anastasia's lap. The gentle hands held her down.

"We've got another ten minutes or so," Anastasia said.

"For what?" Brooke asked, yielding to Anastasia's hands.

"For the receptors in your mouth to recover," Anastasia replied.

"What happens then?" Brooke asked.

"Then, I take a sip of Aleron's milk and give you a kiss. We're going to start teaching your subconscious that kissing me equals pleasure. Do you want to know what happens after that?"

"What?" Brooke asked.

"We start teasing Aleron," Anastasia said, "Letting him see you have orgasms from making out with me. We keep it up until we tempt him into joining us. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good," Brooke replied, "But you said Aleron's milk. It isn't really cow's milk in the glass, is it?"

"No sweetness, it isn't."

"But it tasted..." Brooke started.

"Like whatever we wanted it to taste like," Anastasia interrupted, "You keep forgetting that we are master mages."

"So, let me see if I understand. You are telling me that you've made it so that I get aroused at the taste of men's semen..."

"No," Anastasia interrupted again, "Give me some credit. You'll get aroused at the taste of a man's penis. His precum will get you achingly ready, and if he cums in your mouth then you ride the O-wave to a happy ending."

"Aleron helped you do this to me?"

"Yes, dear," Anastasia replied, "He's almost there. A little push and he'll be sticking his penis in your mouth on a daily basis. What do you think?"

"I think I'm happy, master," Brooke replied.

End!

Author's note: This story is a follow up to "Anastasia's new lips". The intent is to have some sexy magical transformation shenanigans. If you enjoyed it then feel free to leave a comment. Anonymous comments are welcome. Please drink only ethically sourced free range dryad milk.