The next night as the Mating Moon began to rise I was at her door.

She opened it nearly as I got there. Quite satisfied with herself.

Preparing to leave me suffering.

I stepped in and turned the latch.

She sighed as she strode across the room. "More threats, My Magus?"

She leaned slowly over her bed and crawled up it. Wiggling her partially exposed buttocks at me as the flaps of her robe parted around her thighs, as she moved.

Beautiful porcelain flesh.

"No. No threats." I withdrew a small bubbling vial from my tunic pocket just as she rolled onto her buttocks.

She leaned forward. "What's that? Is that a potion?" Her eyes widened in horror. "What is that potion for Magus?"

"I told you what it was for. And this?" I withdrew a final piece from my pocket. Rolling it in my fingers so she could see it.

 
I knew understanding dawned when she reached up to finger her hair near her ear. Gripping the lock that was missing a length. "My hair? What are you doing!"

She leapt off the bed to run at me.

I unstoppered the vial and plopped her lock of hair in it. Making it hiss and bubble.

I watched her running at me to rip it out of my hands. Long, slim legs carrying her across the room in smooth strides. Large pendulum breasts swaying with every leap.

Just as she was almost to me I whispered. "Ker-dan."

She yelped and lurched onto her back. Writhing along the floor in blatant heat. Panting as she put her hands to herself and pushed to alleviate the pressure. "What have you done to me!"

She stared up at me fearfully.

"Ohh...What's wrong Little Zyr Afraid of what I'll do?"

You should be. I'm going to stuff you full!

"Don't touch me!" She cried.

"I'm going to do alot more than that." I laughed at her writhing along the floor. Tossing her head against the tension in her.

Her skin goosebumped and nipples pebbled under her robes.

"Open your legs for me."

***

“Go straight to hell!”

“Ker-dan.” I breathed.

Her back arched and she whimpered at the anguish of her body’s desperate need. Her heels digging in the floor as she thrust at the air seeking relief. Her legs spread instinctively.

Obeying me.

“Why can’t I stop?” She cried out.

“Because you’re under my spell. My little succubus. My little wanton until sunrise. Prepare to suffer, Zyra.”

I used a foot to push one of hers further aside. Opening her further.

The hide covering of her robe was draped over her flat pelvis and dropped between her thighs.

I drew my dagger. “Everytime you beg me to stop tonight. You’ll call me ‘My Magus’.”

Her recompense.

She shook her head adamantly.

I caught the rope which cinched her robe around her waist. It was more crisscrossing leather straps which only concealed the necessary pieces of her. I slid the dagger under it and cut it like butter.

“Please, My Magus!” She cried out. Sounding like she was in the throes of pleasure, despite that she was trying to get me to have compassion.

I have none for you, My Girl.

I uncrossed the strips of leather and tossed them aside. Exposing her naked form. Her large jutting breasts with the brown crests straining for my attention. Narrowing to her tiny waist and then blooming into her wide hips and lush ass before narrowing to her slim, muscled thighs. And the nest of her sex.

I lifted my tunic over my head and tossed it aside. Pitching the vial so it landed perfectly on the padding of my tunic. I unlaced my breeches methodically. Staring into her eyes as I freed myself into my hands.

“No, please My Magus! It’s too large. It won’t fit.”

“The hell it won’t!” I dropped over her into a push up. My palms flat on the floor next to her shoulders. My pulsing length probed her entrance.