I have become used to surprising people, Jake mused as he stepped from the Portal. The gaping jaws and shocked features of Barrachus and the two ceremonial guards didn't faze him in the least. He just smiled like a Cheshire Cat. "Hello, Barrachus. Hello, ... I'm sorry, what're your names?" he asked of the two Guardians.
"I- I'm Rechart, and this is William. What are you doing out so quickly? It should be at least a day before you leave the Chamber of Broken Souls!" The man was clearly unnerved by Jake's ambitious egress, but Jake just held his grin.
"Well, Rechart, William, today is your lucky day. I am making you a one-time offer to become my... hmm, I guess liegemen might be the word for it. If you choose to swear your loyalty to me, I will give you power and abilities beyond that which you already possess as Adepts. With these powers, you will further my own designs to their ultimate conclusion. What do you say?" Jake had decided that he would need reinforcements, and here was as good a place as any to start recruiting
Once again Jake had shocked them into speechlessness. Disbelievingly, they turned towards Barrachus. "Barrachus? Can he do what he says he can?" Rechart asked seriously, if a little incredulous.
Barrachus drew in a long, slow breath. "I... think... that he can. However, I would counsel you that if you choose to swear loyalty to him, you may find yourself at some point in the future at odds with the Council and the Circle. What he offers is not a gift, but a payment." Jake nodded, acknowledging the truth of his words. Rechart and William looked at each other, considering. Jake was elated. They were going for it!
Abruptly, Rechart nodded decisively. He knelt to one knee and said, "I agree to serve you and your cause in exchange for greater power." William hesitated only a second, then sighing pensively, knelt and spoke the same words.
Jake reached out and touched their foreheads, sending his awareness coursing through their bodies. Having already figured out what to do, it was a relatively simple matter to find the marks of the "initiation ritual" in their minds, that barely tangible link with the Ether that Ykir had made millennia ago, and rip it out, leaving in its place a much more fluid conduit, and tying its link to their conscious minds through their sworn loyalty. That way, if they defied him, they lost their power and became relatively harmless. As an added bonus, he thought of a way to take fifty years off their biological ages, making them look and feel like twenty-five-year-old men.
The elapsed time it took to perform these changes was virtually nonexistent. As the power flowed through Jake's fingertips into the two guards, the room flared to brightness and then quickly died away, leaving Barrachus staring in awe at the two young men before him. The look in their eyes was no less amazed as they scrambled to their feet.
"I... can... feel it. It's like a cool flame I can reach out and touch, mold like putty in my hands! It's incredible!" Rechart whispered.
"'Incredible' doesn't begin to describe it, Rechart." William stated matter- of-factly, his voice as reverently subdued as his partner's. "It's like owning a little piece of Ether!"
"That's almost exactly what it is, gentlemen. You two are the world's first Elemental Mages. I have given you direct control over a small amount of Ether. It would put you on an equal footing with a Dreck, and it should certainly be enough to handle a Seer or two." His two liegemen's eyes widened at that implication. "Remember your oath of loyalty. Should you betray or defy me, your powers will disappear as if they never were. You are no longer Adepts, so even those paths of power will be closed to you." The two men nodded as one.
Jake turned to Barrachus, who hadn't moved in all this time. "And what reward shall I offer you, Barrachus, the first and only man to have actually helped me of his own free will?"
Barrachus looked Jake unflinchingly in the eye. "I have no need for extra power. I have made do by myself perfectly well for almost two centuries now." He glanced over at the former guards, a strange gleam in his eye. "But I must admit, lately I've been frightfully bored." Without another word, Barrachus carefully took a knee. "I, Barrachus, hereby swear loyalty to you, and moreover swear to serve your cause until the end of days."
Jake grinned. Things were going better than he had hoped. He had been afraid that Barrachus would not swear to him under any circumstances. What changed his mind, Jake wasn't sure, but the gift of youth certainly had to help. Jake touched the venerable Adept's forehead and let the power flow, giving him a wider conduit than he had the other two. As soon as the brilliance faded, a young Barrachus jumped spryly to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. But Jake's attention had turned back towards the Portal. In a commanding voice, he called, "Talamia! Come to me!" Curious, all eyes turned to the black obsidian disk as it blurred and a beautiful blond woman about six feet tall gracefully stepped out. Once again, jaws dropped as incredulous eyes took in this latest wonder.
Talamia had been an Aspirant to the order of the Adepts, but had failed to overcome the challenges Ykir had made for her in the Trial of Fire and Ice. A brief perusal through her mind quickly confirmed that Ykir had made a good decision. She possessed intelligence, resourcefulness, and discipline in abundance, but she was without mercy or pity, and her ambition was as boundless as it was ruthless. Upon thawing her from the frozen floor, he'd offered her freedom-at the cost of her will. Seeing no alternative, she had accepted, and he had acquired himself another concubine. Taking Ykir's warning to heart about trust and control, he made sure that betrayal of him, his ideals, or his plans would result in immediate death. He also made sure she was quite aware of this condition to her freedom.
Talamia was quite spectacular to behold. She held herself with a cool assurance that belied her servitude, her sensuous, lithe body hinting at rapturous pleasure but promising nothing. A white cotton dress hugged her body, designed to tease a man's eyes as well as tickle his fancy. The muted points of her D-cup breasts were barely visible through the thick fabric, once again, hinting, teasing... She was every part of her a temptress. Only now, instead of manipulating others to serve her, she served him. Jake did have a great appreciation for irony.
Talamia smoothly walked up to her new master and humbly asked, "How may I serve you, My Lord?" Her voice was husky and low, caressing each word with seductive undertones. Jake grinned and offered his arm, which she took without comment. After a quick round of introductions, he directed Barrachus to lead them back to the Library of the Adepts, then to the Chapterhouse to pick up two more ambitious harlots. From there, it was back to his house for some rest before the next move-taking on the Seers at the Fount of Ascendancy.
The next day found Jake and Barrachus reclining in lounge chairs in Jake's back yard. "It's astounding, Lord Jacob," Barrachus commented. "The power is so easy to call, so much more versatile... We're going to have to create whole new methods for dealing with it. It will take centuries to learn how to master, if one even can master it." He took an iced tea from the tray Jake's mother offered him with a smile of thanks. "I would honestly recommend you divide the talent for Elemental Magecraft into separate disciplines; it'd be much easier to gauge one's power and/or rank that way."
Jake considered this advice as he sat almost indolently on his patio. Since his return yesterday evening, he had had to rearrange his priorities a little. His self-imposed mission of vengeance had to take a back burner for a few days while he consolidated his power base. He had made everyone in the household with wills of their own into an Elemental Mage, and they were just learning how to utilize their newfound powers. Barrachus, Tina, and Courtney were given the largest conduits as he expected their loyalty and dedication to him to be the most genuine, and offered for better reasons than ambition.
Barrachus had been, before accepting Jake's offer, an Adept who sat on the High Council. He had since resigned, and now devoted himself to a new and exciting world of strange "magic." (Jake still preferred to think of these abilities in terms of psionics, but he was clearly in the minority on this matter. This was a moot point, however; power by any other name was still power.) The important thing to be considered was that no matter how much more powerful Jake was, Barrachus still knew a great deal more about the nature of magic and of those who used it on a regular basis. Knowing this, Jake had immediately placed Barrachus in the role of advisor on all matters arcane.
So Jake asked the next logical question. "What would you suggest?"
Barrachus leaned back and took a sip of his drink. "There seems to be different ways of accomplishing the same thing now. I would recommend some simple areas of magical action, such as mind reading and manipulation, maybe healing, combative magicks, perhaps something akin to what the Seers do, like precognition, and necromancy, dealing with spirits and demons. You could go pretty far with just those disciplines."
Again Jake considered. What Barrachus said made sense-Jake had just opened up a whole new world of magic, it might be easier to learn if people specialized.
Jake nodded decisively. "Very well, Barrachus. It was your idea, I'll leave you to design it. I grant you the authority to come up with a workable system that I can then implement." Barrachus grimaced in the middle of a swallow, nearly spilling tea all over his shirt. Jake looked at him sternly. "Come on Barrachus, you know you're the only man for the job. If you weren't prepared to undergo what it required, you shouldn't have suggested it."
Barrachus winced. "I know. I guess it has to be done. But, Ye Gods! What a project I've just volunteered myself for!" Jake grinned. He knew Barrachus would come up with a system both elegant and practical-that's what the man was all about. Sighing, Barrachus stood up. "I guess I'd better get started. Is there any particular discipline you'd want me to develop a blueprint for first?"
Jake looked him somberly in the eye for only a moment before Barrachus grimaced again and nodded. Of course the first that needed to be developed was Combative magic. With another sigh he walked into the house. He'd take a Corridor back to his own place of residence.
That was an interesting thing Jake had discovered. Upon learning how those Doors to other places were made, he had found a much more efficient way for himself and his Mages to do it. For some reason, though, a Mage could only open a temporary Corridor, and that only to a place he or she had physically been before. Still that was a far cry better than having eleven Adepts spending nearly two hours just to make one Door.
Jake felt the whisper of Ether as Barrachus deftly manipulated reality, and then he was gone. Finally, Jake was alone. He'd sent Rechart and William back to their posts so that they would not be missed. He didn't want to alarm the High Council of Magi by stealing their best people all at once. His mother had gone back inside after serving the refreshments. Of all the people in the house, only her and Pauline remained powerless. They had no wills of their own, no standard for judging between right and wrong. They would be dangerous with the power he could give them. His mind turned to other things that had occupied his thoughts in the course of the day...
"Talamia! Come here!" Jake had not yet had the chance to sample this delicious new concubine of his, and now was the perfect opportunity. He'd been waiting for some leisure time for the last day and a half.
Talamia glided in from the patio door wearing a "fuck-me red" dress, the cut and material of which looked almost identical to the one she had worn at her failed Trial. Somewhere during the course of the day, she must have bought some other clothes. Jake chuckled inwardly. The world could be ending, and a woman would still find time to go shopping. She also seemed to have acquired a glossy lipstick of the same shade. As she walked toward him, her smooth stride gave the impression that she stood still, and everything in the background moved behind her. It was quite an effect. Soon she stood before him expectantly.
Jake appreciatively eyed her. He had made sure to give her but a small fraction of the power he had bestowed upon those he trusted. She, too, was dangerous. But, here, now, she was his to do with as he pleased... and he expected to be very pleased.
Jake quickly got up and led her back into the house, up to his bedroom. Silently she followed, watching him with her clear blue eyes expressionless as he shut and locked his door. Jake found this lack of speech on her part intriguing, but didn't mention it. He walked over to his bed and sat down as she continued to stare at him, showing no emotion. He sat down. Her eyes followed. No sound was made.
Jake was beginning to get a bit irritated. "What's with you? I made you an offer to be my concubine, you accepted. What's your problem?" She stared at him so long that Jake had all but decided she wouldn't answer, but then she spoke in a low, flat voice. "You have the power to change people." Jake, not sure where this was going, nodded guardedly. "Not only on the outside, but on the inside. How they feel, how they think, what they are." Jake nodded again.
"Then why," she cried, throwing her arms up in anguished pleading, "do you choose to leave me like this?" Jake frowned.
"Leave you like what? What would you have me change?"
She was upon him so suddenly that it seemed like she hadn't crossed the space between him. Her eyes blazed with a cold fury as she held her face but inches from his. "Like this!" She hissed venomously. "Empty! Ambition, greed, lust, that's all I am now." Jake, surprised, flinched back. Abruptly she turned from him, hesitated, and began to speak in a monotone, almost dead voice.
"I wasn't always like this, you know. There was a time I was like any other girl. I liked horses and flowers and dolls. Both my parents were Adepts. I just naturally wanted to be one, too. I didn't realize at the time what it would entail. Did you know that it is forbidden for practitioners to train their progeny in the Arts? They feared that it would encourage clan loyalty and not dedication to the whole Council. So I was... apprenticed... to a man... his name was Felar."
I was thirteen years old when I began my menses. To me, it was a triumph, a rite of passage into womanhood, but to my parents, it was the signal that I was ready for apprenticeship. Of course, not knowing what would be required of me, I was eager to begin my tutelage. I couldn't understand why they didn't want to apprentice me to any of the local practitioners; they were always around, telling me that they would teach me to be a powerful Adept. But my parents refused them all. Bless them for trying to protect me.
Felar was someone who kept to himself. He didn't try to recruit me, and he was rarely at Council meetings because he was only a Master. Masters were of lesser rank than Adepts, but he never showed interest in acquiring a sponsor to become an Aspirant; he was mostly interested in his "pet projects," as my father used to call them. He was a researcher, designing custom spells for others to use. He seemed modest and disciplined; so my parents approached him with a request to apprentice me. Felar seemed surprised, but agreed readily enough. I should have known right then, the way he looked at me, that he was exactly the type of person my father was trying to avoid, but I was too eager to finally learn magic to care.
That night I moved my things into Felar's home. I had a little room right next to his, with a bed, a closet, and a bureau. It was pretty threadbare, but for me it was perfect. I was finally going to be a Candidate! Early the next morning he took me into the basement. There, carved into the smooth concrete floor, was a pentacle about twenty feet across. He had me step into the center, and then performed the initiation ritual. It was profoundly disturbing. I felt like some slimy, putrescent substance was flowing not only around me, but through me. I screamed, and as I opened my mouth it seemed to flow inside, choking me. I couldn't breathe. After a panicked, brief struggle, I passed out.
I woke to a sharp, rhythmic pain in my groin. Opening my eyes, I found that Felar was in the middle of raping me, tearing my insides up as he shoved his thick cock further and further inside me. I knew what he was doing, of course; I had received "the talk" from my mother the first time I found blood on my sheets. I just never thought that it would be like that. I screamed again, begging him to stop, but my cries seemed to excite him, as did my feeble struggling. He just pinned my hands to the floor and started bucking into me with a renewed fervor.
I had never been so scared in my life. My whole lower body was in agony, I could feel his hot breath on me as he held my hands with one of his and used his other to rip off the remnants of my dress, and paw my just-developing breasts. He pinched and twisted, enjoying the pain it caused me. I couldn't stop crying in horror, in terror, in pain... it went on and on, until finally he started slamming into me with a bruising force, and his regular grunts achieved a fevered pitch. Seconds later, he gasped loudly, thrust once, twice, three times, and sighed. He was finished.
I remember hearing a strange whimpering sound, and then suddenly realizing it was me, as I laid blurry-eyed on a concrete floor in the basement of a house that I would spend the rest of my childhood in. An apprentice. A slave. I also remember not being allowed the luxury of self-pity at that point. After only a minute, Felar stood up and commanded me to clean the blood off his dick. It was the first time I really had heard that kind of language, but it was pretty obvious what he was referring to. Instinctively I knew that disobedience at this point would mean death, so I started looking for a cloth to wipe him off with, reluctantly settling on my shredded dress.
He slapped me hard in the face, and I went tumbling back to the floor. Telling me to get up, he said to use my tongue and lips. He must have seen the horror in my eyes, because he grinned maliciously, and his cock started to stiffen again. I pleaded with him, telling him I wouldn't tell anyone, just leave me alone, please, but I saw that the begging was just turning him on. Knowing that I had no choice, I slowly started licking my blood off his hairy thighs. I gagged with every lick, but even that seemed to excite him. Finally, I could avoid it no longer. Having cleaned his thighs, stomach and balls, there was nothing left but his penis. Trembling in shock and self-loathing, I started to tentatively lick the underside of the base. He shuddered in pleasure, as I tried to clean it off as quickly as possible. I don't remember cleaning off the rest of his cock, but I do remember that as soon as I was finished he was rock-hard and wanting to go once more. I remember starting to cry again, thinking that if he ravished me one more time, it would probably kill me. I didn't know at the time the blood was just my virginity being ripped apart, but I knew how much pain I was in, and I thought I was surely dying.
He had me put my lips around the shaft of his cock, and start sucking him. Sniffling, shaking in fear, I did as he instructed, knowing that I could end all this torment by simply biting down hard, but also knowing that I would die for it. I was only thirteen; I wanted to live. So I sucked, tasting his precum, wanting to throw up, wanting to wake up and discover this to be no more than an intense nightmare. I could not throw up, on fear of pain; I could not wake up-this was all too real, in all its disgusting detail.
It was obvious I had never given a blow job before, and I think he enjoyed giving me instruction. But after a little while he wasn't satisfied with my efforts, and grabbed my head between his large hands, and started fucking my mouth. I was terrified; I couldn't breathe, and I wanted to puke even more as his seven-inch member went all the way down my throat. I couldn't wait for him to cum, I was so afraid that I'd suffocate. But he just kept pumping into my throat and I quickly figured out how to time my breaths in between his thrusts.
Abruptly he pulled out, and I thought he was going to cum all over my face, but he stood me up and turned me around. I was terrified. I'd only gotten a glimpse of his face, but his expression of fervent glee let me know the worst was yet to come. He grabbed my neck and walked me forward to a workbench on the far side of the pentacle, and forced me to bend over it.
Without hesitation, he positioned his cock at my ass. With a shriek, I tried to scramble to get away, but whenever one of my hands found purchase on something, his was right there to grab it back. He was chuckling as he thrust about an inch into my ass. I shrieked again. I think he liked it, my screaming, and he did tell me later that he liked to "feel the girlflesh squirm underneath him". But I couldn't think then. I felt like a wild animal, running from the hunters. Desperately I tried to get away, but no matter what I did, he anticipated, and with each escape attempt I made, he got another inch or so of cock up my ass.
It seemed like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes until his shaft was fully embedded in my asshole. Soon both of our breaths were coming in gasps; his in pleasure, mine in pain, as he started to thrust, slowly at first, most likely for his comfort, not mine, but quickly getting up to speed. Once he was all the way inside me, I had given up trying to fight him. I just concentrated on controlling the tearing agony his pounding cock was giving me. I think he also noted my acknowledgment of defeat, and to this day, I think that's what gave him the greatest pleasure. No, I know it was. That's what he thrived on. I was broken, and he knew it. Seconds later I could feel the throbbing of his orgasm deep in my bowels. It didn't matter to me, though. I hated myself for surrendering, and that's all I could think about. With a grunt, he pulled out of my asshole. I winced, but the discomfort was nothing compared to what it had been. He took my arm and turned me to face him, made me look into his eyes.
"This is your first lesson. Magic is nothing. Power is everything. Don't ever forget it." With that, he walked up the stairs.
I never forgot. Oh, there were many other lessons, but it always came back to power. Everything I learned could be summed up in one statement: use what I had to get what I wanted. My body, my magic, whatever it took. But to this day, I still hate what I have become, what he has made me.
Jake was silent for a long time. He felt guilty for giving her such a choice- death or life as a concubine. Of course she had no options. He had been irresponsible with his power.
"I will release you from your oath, if you wish." She looked at him strangely. He felt the need to explain. "It was wrong for me do take advantage of your situation like that. There is more than power. There is responsibility. The one implies the other, and I forgot that, letting my libido take charge of my brain."
She seemed considering. Jake sighed inwardly. Oh, well. It would have been fun for him, but if she saw her service to him to be nothing more than an ongoing punishment, it would cease to be fun for him very quickly. "You can change people." She said, looking hard at him. Jake frowned. Back to that? "You can make me love you. Why would you release me from my oath instead of just making me want to serve?"
"Apparently you didn't understand me, Talamia. I said power implies responsibility. It isn't very responsible to go around making people into willing slaves just for the hell of it." Jake felt a pang of guilt as he thought of Pauline. At least, though, he had made her life fulfilling and happy.
"Well..." Talamia hesitated. "What if I asked you to?"
That startled Jake out of his musing. Flabbergasted, he asked her, "Why?"
"Because I can go on being like I am, free, yet empty, but I don't want to. I kept trying to find something that made me happy, but... well, I eventually decided that I would have to settle for power-it may not buy happiness, but it can often buy you satisfaction, and that's the next best thing. It's why I wanted to be an Adept.
"But you-you can give me what I want. And in return, well," she strode over and sat down on his lap, putting her arms around him. "In return," she repeated, breathing huskily in his ear, "I'll give you what you want." Jake chuckled softly. "Let me ask you this. What do you want me to change you into?"
Talamia sat very still for a moment. Then, "Like your other concubine- the redhead. She's happy to serve you. It's her life's definition. Can you make me happy like that?"
Jake considered. The whole idea seemed like cheating somehow, but she had asked him to. He had never really thought of himself as Courtney's reason for living before, either. It sent a chill down his back to imagine what she would do if something happened to him.
Asking for your whole point of view to be changed-your whole life-it seemed like suicide for the soul. Like a phoenix, dying to be reborn from its own ashes. Jake sighed. He had reservations about this, but it truly seemed to be what she wanted.
She was still snuggling with him on his lap, so Jake pulled her close and asked her softly, "Are you sure it's what you really want?" Talamia pulled far enough away so that she could look into his eyes, and whispered, "Yes." Jake sighed again.
"Okay, go lay on the bed. This may take a while to figure out." She smiled, gave him a peck on the cheek, and did as she was told.
Jake touched her hand as he looked into her gorgeous eyes. He lay supine in the middle of his queen sized bed, watching him with a smile of suppressed anticipation. He suddenly realized that he didn't have to change her too dramatically. Since she had told him her story, she was more open, vulnerable... all she really needed was something to believe in-something such as him. That wouldn't be very hard to do at all.
Slowly Jake worked his awareness into her mind, noting that she had lowered her arcane defenses. He put her to sleep with a simple thought, and began the task she had set him. Gently he worked around her thoughts, finding the sources of pain and desolation. They were like open sores on her soul, and with his will he closed them. It was less like changing her and more like healing her, which made Jake feel better about the whole thing.
In only a few minutes she was a healthy, balanced woman once more. Jake stuck a few strands of his will in to ensure loyalty and happiness from serving him, and then softly nudged her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked in confusion. "My Lord? I don't feel very different."
"The differences are subtle. You won't notice them right away, but they're there, trust me. How do you feel about me?"
Talamia frowned. "I don't love you." Jake chuckled.
"No. You will serve loyally, and you will find fulfillment in it, but I just wouldn't feel right about making you love me. It might be real to you, but it would always be artificial to me."
"Oh." She seemed thoughtful for a moment, then looked up at him. A strange, almost predatory look came into her eyes. "You did your part of the bargain, didn't you? I think it's time for me to do mine." With that, she reached up and pulled Jake to her. Not able or willing to come up with an objection for all the world, he allowed his mouth to be guided to hers.
For several minutes their tongues dueled with each other as hands slid over cloth-covered flesh. Then mouths began to explore as well. Talamia's sexy red dress slowly slid up at Jake's gentle insistence, exposing more of her smooth thighs. Simultaneously, Talamia was hard at work on Jake's shirt, undoing buttons and pulling the tails out from his jeans. Again, it was time for exploration as Talamia licked and nibbled on his nipples as she caressed his back, tracing his spine with her fingernails.
Jake now had a hand under her dress on the firm flesh of her ass, squeezing and massaging, as she came up to kiss him again. Her eyes were glazed over in arousal, and he didn't need to touch her crotch to know she was soaking wet. Taking both hands, he began to slowly slide the dress past her ass and over her head, making it as sensual an experience as possible, while she gazed into his eyes and stroked his bare chest.
As soon as the dress hit the floor, Talamia went to work on his jeans. The buttons were undone in seconds, and she slid them down his legs with her teeth. When she finally pulled them off, her bare nipples stroked his legs as she came up into a sixty-nine position. Needing no further invitation, Jake grabbed her asscheeks and pulled her pussy to his mouth.
Talamia gasped in rapture as she felt Jake's tongue slide across her lips and clit, but then remembered that she was supposed to be serving him, and not the other way around. Quickly pulling off his underwear she nearly inhaled his cock down her throat, sliding her head along his shaft at a furious pace, feeling the need to please him as much as he pleased her.
Jake decided he didn't really care for the taste, but he loved the results he got from eating Talamia out. His cock muffled her grunts of ecstasy as she ground her wet cunt feverishly into his face. He could tell she had already come once, and it felt like she was ready to come again. Her mouth felt heavenly as she took his swollen member all the way down her throat, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, her tongue madly swirling around...
Jake broke off as soon as she reached her second orgasm, wanting to fuck her proper. She seemed to instinctively know what he wanted, and she twisted around with a wanton, lust-driven alacrity that shocked him. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and tasting a bit of himself on her. Quickly, her eyes half-lidded in orgasmic haze, she positioned herself above him and plunged down on his rod. Now it was Jake who was gasping in pleasure, as she bounced up and down, choking off screams of ecstasy. He sat up and played with her large tits, gently twisting the nipple of one, and softly nipping at her other one.
It was pretty obvious the nibbling drove her wild. In seconds her restrained screams became full-fledged squeals of overpowering sexual release. Her whole body trembled and convulsed as she kept ramming herself violently onto his cock. It was time, Jake knew. He felt the orgasm build in his toes and work its way to his groin. Seconds later, with a shout of wonder, he shot a bucketful of cum into the sex-crazed blonde. It was one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced.
Gradually, Talamia slowed down and came to a stop, keeping him inside her as she bent down to kiss him softly. Jake just laid there, barely able to kiss back. She had done most of the work, but he felt completely drained. He knew it would be a matter of minutes before he fell asleep. He closed his eyes, one hand stroking her soft, pale skin...
"My Lord," Talamia whispered to him in a reverent tone. "That was the first time in my life that I've ever had an orgasm. Thank you for keeping me as your concubine." Well, it looked like Jake had done a good job after all. He fell asleep with a small smile on his face. Talamia didn't know it yet-nobody did-but Jake had made a promise to himself. Nobody else was going to suffer at the hands of their teachers like she had. He would stop it, even if he had to kill every single Adept in existence to do it.