Page 8 of The Darkness in the Magi

I wet my lips and straighten my body to better position myself.

“That’s right, filthy stygian. Serve your master.”

Great Magus, his words make me moan.

“Give me your hand,” Lucius commands.

I do as I’m told, and he places it at the base of his shaft, replacing his own.

It’s soft, like steel covered in silk, completely unlike what I’d expected.

Lucius’s fingers thread through my now ebony hair, urging me forward. “Taste me, little magi. Take it like the dirty little magi you are.”

His head rubs across my lips, spearing his seed. I lick the slit, letting the salty flavor coat my tongue.

A small pulse livens my core, beating like a heart. I don’t know if it’s from his emotions or my own desire, but it quickens as the seconds tick by, getting stronger.

Growing bolder, I lick the tip as I would a sweet treat, drawing up the head in broad strokes, letting my saliva drip all over it.

He groans, and I feel his pleasure almost as if it were my own.

In all my time as an apprentice, I never let my mind wander to pleasure, because I was so sure it’d never be a part of my life. I knew I was destined for stygian early on, and I spent most of my time masking my inclinations and hiding my studies.

I was so worried I’d be rendered, I never considered the possibility of who my warden might be. Or that they might be lusty.

Two fat fingers plunge into my mouth, and my jaw is yanked down.

“Take my fat cock, stygian,” Lucius growls. “Suck it dry.”

I obey because nothing has ever felt so good. Not even the dark knowledge that now swirls through my mind.

“Use your hand to rub what you cannot reach,” he instructs.

It takes me a moment to get into a good rhythm, but once I do, I’m able to glide over his length, pushing myself to take more and more. His grip tightens on my scalp as he jerks in my mouth.

Who would have thought that Lucius the lux warden would be so eager for my mouth?

Or that I’d be eager to have him in it?

The hatred and loathing he’d felt so strongly for me melts away, replaced with desire and reverence.

That he could feel such things for me is all but unfathomable.

“Great Magus,” Lucius mutters as his head falls back.

He leaks into my mouth, down my throat. The thought of him filling me makes me work harder, and I struggle to fit his bulbous tip as far back as it will go.

His cock comes alive, throbbing in my mouth in rhythm with the pulse between my legs.

Lucius’s head snaps forward. “You need to stop.”

I understand his words, but I know he loves what I’m doing, and he’s hungry for something.

“Still yourself, foul magi,” he pants.

Doubling my efforts, I work his cock, tightening my mouth around his enormous girth. My panties are soaked, and the pulse in my core is no longer gentle. It burns with unknown need. Is it lust or darkness taking hold? I cannot say. All I know is that it calls to me.

Maybe tonight, once he’s asleep, I can explore it.

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