Page 126 of Every Shade of Shadow

He drives into me again, deeper this time. I scream inside as another orgasm rips through me, my vision going dark at the edges. His face swims in and out of focus.

"Is that two?" he whispers and begins moving again. “How wanton you are, my pet.”

A sheen of sweat covers my skin, my body heavy but for the Professor’s thrusting.

My pussy is swollen and sensitive by now, but he’s not going to relent. That’s not his style, no.

I crest over again, the orgasms starting to swim together in my head and the sensation too much to bear. I thought multiple orgasms were a myth, an urban legend, but I’m proved wrong tonight. It is a maelstrom of sensation almost too much to bear.

Not like I have any choice in the matter.

"I've never had a lover come so easily or so often," I hear him say. “You truly are a miracle, my pet.”

Panic rises in my chest. How many more times will he force me to climax before releasing me from this spell? I'm already exhausted, wrung out. I’m covered in sweat—drops of it are dribbling down my scalp. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

He's utterly ruthless in his use of my body. He cares not for my limits. All that matters now is sating his own selfish desire.

The head of his cock presses into my tender flesh again. I brace myself for the onslaught of sensation, but instead of thrusting deep, he remains poised at my entrance, leaning forward to stare into my glassy, fixed eyes.

"Tell me to stop, speak the word, and I will." His lips twist in a mocking smile.

I struggle with all my might to form the word, to move my lips and tongue into the required position, but it's no use. It’s one fucking syllable, but I cannot speak. I cannot escape. I am his, to use as he pleases.

He slides home then in one brutal thrust. I scream again internally, coming apart around him, darkness threatening to claim me once more.

It takes me several seconds to come to.

He reaches forward and slaps a breast, the burn and shame rising ten-fold while I’m prone like this.

“Look how your tit blushes at my hand,” he says, drawing away.

I’m sure he’s done, but rough hands are flipping me over onto my belly, my legs hanging over the side of the bed. He forces them apart, the full weight of his hand clapping down on my ass cheek. In a moment, his other hand falls hard on my flesh. Consecutive slaps on my ass cheeks send waves of pain coursing through my body. Any pleasure I get from this is short-lived. I’m positive my skin is turning red with each one of his blows. It’s agony, tears spilling from my eyes. He slaps at my ass in alternate, laughing quietly at my pain.

Such is the intensity of each blow I’m starting to shift down the bed face-down.

Panic blanks out all else.

I can’t breathe against the mattress like this, can already feel my lungs straining.

Help! I scream.

His cock slides in from behind—in and out, shifting and pulling at the slack lips of my sex.

His balls press up against my clit, the flesh of my ass still burning hot from his hand.

Help, I plead. To no avail.

My chest is stone, my lungs burning. Things start to go fuzzy, that familiar drowsiness before I fall under. But just as I’m about to go unconscious, my head is turned to the side and air filters back through my nostrils.

Starved of oxygen, the Professor’s cock buried deep into my body, his fingers clawing deep into the flesh of my ass, I come.

This climax unhinges me completely. My head goes light and I sink into that drowsiness again, let the darkness take me.

*

I come to propped up in a chair beside the bed. My sex aches, the aftereffects of the spell turning my limbs to slurry as I try to shift on the chair. My God…it’s like my arms are about two hundred pounds each.

Darkwood is in a chair on the far side of the room, fingers tented against the arm of it, his wet cock hanging between his legs. “Easy now, my pet. The spell has been lifted, but the effects will linger for some while. Of course, having ascended, you are free to go whenever you wish."

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