Sex Wizards - Mastery Ch. 12

Over the next week, Olbric and I talk more about his collaring, and my idea starts to take on a little more detail in my head. The stipend the Crux provides is nothing to sneeze at, but I sure hope I've saved enough to cover what I want to do. I won't know for sure until I can find someone who can actually make what I've got in mind.

In the meantime, I keep up with Arlon's casting challenge for me. I ask Alix to monitor another attempt at abjuration with Galiva, and he seems happy to agree. The spell is more or less a repeat of the suspension bind I tried to do with her a couple weeks ago. Alix has nothing to say about my ropes or knots, but he gives me some good tips to on how to stay in a headspace while I'm casting.

"You have a habit of checking and re-checking your rig instead of actually enjoying your conduit," Alix points out. "Your ropes are perfect, so stop worrying about them. You spent nearly an hour getting her set up, so reward yourself. Explore her, play with her. Stay as focused on her as she is on you."

After that, it gets easier to relax, and Galiva easily holds my attention. I do as Alix suggested and take my time with her. She writhes, helpless and willing as I tease her senseless with my mouth and fingers and teeth.

Galiva is usually so composed, so in control, yet she's anything but as she begs me to finish. She trembles in my ropes, body taught with need. Her nipples are swollen to little pebbles, her slit dripping. The desperate quaver of of need in her voice sends a thrill through me, but I tease her a little while longer before I finally let her have it.

We get five charged focuses out of the spell, and Galiva's so thrilled at the end of it that she doesn't let me get her down for another half an hour.

The next spell I attempt is enchantment with Ambra. It's a school that rests solidly out of my comfort. I've never been much of a talker, and I've done enough enchantment to know how big a part it plays. But that was Arlon's challenge to me, and besides, it's one I'll need to get better at if I want to make my idea for Olbric work.

"How do you even know what to say?" I ask Alix in frustration as we head away from his room.

"It depends on your conduit," Alix says. "Humiliation can come from a lot of places. Internalized insecurities or shame, cultural expectations we're not meeting, or even just falling short of our own expectations."

I think back to what's been effective for me, and something clicks. "Fucking hell - all of mine comes from Airedale." Or my da, but I keep that to myself.

"Yeah? How so?"

"It's a pretty prudish town," I say. "When I first got here, I was embarrassed to be in the baths with another person. I thought I had shaken most of it until Arlon stripped me naked in the mess hall and started calling me his fuckboy."

Alix chuckles and says, "Rest assured, shame around sex and sexuality are by no means uncommon. And what we do here is probably enough to make someone from your hometown faint. We internalize that mindset whether we want to or not. Enchantment just plays on our internalized shame and turns it into something productive. Personally, I find it pretty cathartic. Gives me a chance to feel that shame and work through it in a safe place without judgment."

"Sure," I say and run my hand through my hair, "but that still doesn't help me know what to say."

Once we're inside Ambra's casting room in the enchantment tower, I talk through what I want to do. A simple command spell - lower caliber, but that's about all I feel comfortable with. It helps that Ambra seems excited about it. After getting some more input from her and Alix, I feel a little more prepared. All I have to do is give orders, and Ambra will obey them.

"Go ahead and kneel," I say.

Alix chuckles. "Not direct enough. Give an order, not a request," he says.

"Fucking hell, right." The whole godsdamned point of the spell. Ambra grins and twirls a lock of blond hair around her finger as she watches me, waiting. I take a breath as I straighten my back.

"Kneel," I order.

Ambra obeys, and sinks elegantly to her knees. I make a slow loop around her, taking a second to admire her. She's stunning. Shorter and far curvier than Galiva, with full breasts and wide hips that she isn't afraid to sway as she settles comfortably against the pillow on the floor.

She's still dressed in a flowing skirt and blouse with long, loose sleeves. It covers far too much of her. "Take your shirt off."

Ambra smirks up at me as she lifts the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her breasts hang large and heavy without a corset to keep them contained. Her long blond hair flows over her shoulders, covering them entirely too much.

"Pull your hair back," I say. Ambra obeys and pulls her hair over her shoulder to expose her impressive bust. I look down at her and reach out to pinch her left nipple, tugging up gently to feel the weight of her breast. She looks up at me, a grin lifting the corner of her full lips. That smile is going to be distracting.

"Eyes down," I order, and she lowers her gaze demurely.

I grin as I come to stand in front of her. "Slip your skirt off," I say.

She unties the waist of her skirt before letting it slide down her ample hips and ass. She scoots until she can pull it fully off and tosses it aside, and even that she makes look elegant. I'm glad to see that she's worn nothing underneath.

"Spread your legs." Even with her head down, I see her bite her bottom lip as she scoots her knees apart. "Wider." She exposes the pink little lips between her legs, and I can't help but notice she keeps shaved.

"Smooth as a piglet," I say before I can think not to. I hate it the second it leaves my mouth.

"Oh my gods, Dominai," Ambra snorts, slapping a hand over her mouth as she tries not to laugh. She fails, and I can't help but laugh with her even as I flush red to the tips of my ears.

"I'm trying!" I say even as I try to rub the heat from my face.

"No - no, I'm sorry, that's just... not one I've heard before," she says and wipes a tear from her eye. She struggles for a second longer to get herself under control, but in that infectious way laughter spreads, Alix gets it next. I hear him try to stifle himself, and in that moment, I could probably generate a spell all on my own.

"Not helpful!"

"I'm sorry - sorry," Alix says and wipes the smile from his face. Ambra takes a steadying breath and grins as she looks down again. I try to do the same and run a hand through my hair. Can't take it back now, so may as well run with it, right?

"Get on all fours," I say and put my boot between her shoulder blades to push her there. "No laughing. Piglets only squeal." She lets out another little giggle, but I reach between her legs and grab her pussy roughly. It gets a gasp out of her as she jerks under my hand. I put my weight into my boot and force her chest against the ground.

"Keep your ass up," I order before I pull my boot away. She doesn't move as I circle behind her. With her ass up and knees spread, her pink little slit is exposed. "Spread your cheeks, piglet."

Ambra keeps her face against the pillow, but reaches back to grab the mounds of her ass. She spreads them wide to let me see her little pucker of flesh. And I have to admit - piglet's a fine descriptor. She's all cream and pink now, but I wonder how dirty I can get her.

I put my hand on the small of her back before I plunge a finger into her, testing her. A quiet whimper escapes her even as she shifts back just a little to take more of my finger. She's already wet, and it's only then I realize how quiet she's gotten as she waits for my next order.

I shake off the rest of my embarrassment. Even if it started as a gaff, it's apparently doing something to her. And seeing her spread wide is definitely doing something to me.

"Fuck your slit," I order. "One finger only."

That gets another quiet moan out of her, but she does as told, sliding one finger through her wet folds. She thrusts slow, and I shiver as I start to hear the wet sound it makes in the quiet room. "Good. Don't stop."

I leave her to it and go to the cabinet to grab a sizable leather phallus. I come back and knee by her head to see her eyes closed in concentration. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

"Look here, piglet." She opens her eyes, and I'm glad to see a little bit of a glaze behind them. I hold the phallus out to her. "Suck."

She opens her mouth, and I slide it between her willing lips. I thrust shallow at first, letting her get used to it before I slide it deep. She doesn't balk, but she does clench her eyes shut in concentration as I tease her throat with it.

"You're hungry for that cock, aren't you piglet?" She doesn't answer, but I don't expect one. I gag her on the phallus for a second longer before I pull it away. "Hands on the ground by your head."

Ambra pulls her finger out of her cunt with a groan of disappointment, but I don't make her wait long. I slide the wet phallus into her inviting slit. She gasps, hands clenching as she rolls her hips a little. I fuck her with it for a second longer before I slide it deep and leave it there.

"Spread your ass again." She moans but does as ordered, and I reach into my pocket to grab the glass plug that Olbric loaned me. I slick it well before I tease her ass with it. Ambra gasps at the initial cold shock before she relaxes.

I don't rush her. I push the tip into her, twisting and tilting it before I inch it deeper. Every time I thrust it in a little further, the phallus tries to inch out. I don't let it get too far before I use my palm to nudge it back in.

Ambra whimpers as I tease her, toying with both of her holes in turn. Once her ass has relaxed, I slide the plug in as I push the phallus deep. I'm rewarded with her sharp gasp as they both settle into place.

"Good piglet," I say before I press the base of the glass plug. She yelps in surprise as the focus sealed inside of it comes to life. I know how good those twisting marbles feel, and she waggles her hips like she's trying to follow them.

"Close your legs and kneel up."

Ambra moans, but does as told. She kneels, ass resting against her ankles to keep the phallus and plug seated deep. I run a hand over her head, dragging my fingers through her hair and am rewarded with a little shiver. "Not laughing now, huh?" I lean down to press a kiss against her neck.

Ambra gives a breathy little laugh. "Nope."

I slap one of her heavy tits and am rewarded with a surprised squeal. "Piglets don't talk."

She gives a little whimper of pleasure, that makes my breath hitch. It's a thrill to realize she's eating this up. It makes me wonder how far I can push it with her. I give her breast one more squeeze before I cross to the other side of the room and take a seat in the chair. She watches me with heavily lidded eyes, though I see her arch a little as the plug hits a good spot inside of her.

I grin and cross my ankle over my knee. "Come here." She moves to get up, but I tsk. "Piglets don't walk, either."

Her face flushes red. I grin as she gets to her knees and crawls across the stone floor towards me. Her heavy breasts sway with every step, and I have to admit that she makes a pretty picture. Her bottom lip is in between her teeth as she tries to bite back a moan.

"Don't let that phallus fall out," I warn, and she takes her next step much more carefully. Even so, it's almost out by the time she gets to me. I motion her closer, and she crawls to my feet.

"Head down, ass up," I order. She rests her cheek against my shoe, and I lean forward to grab the base of the phallus. I twist it before I start to fuck her with it, wringing a shout out of her as I thrust it deep.

She grabs the leg of my trousers, and I can't stop a shiver as I watch her squirm, her face flushed with pleasure. "Do you like wallowing on the ground, piglet?" I ask. She wails as she nods and nuzzles my leg.

"You know, the pigs in Airedale would eat anything you gave them," I say. "So lets see how you like the taste of my boots. Lick them."

Ambra shudders, a low moan rattling out of her, and for a second, I'm afraid I've pushed her too far. But then she kisses the top of my boot before running her tongue over the smooth leather. The sight of her makes my mouth go dry, and for a second, I forget I'm still holding the phallus.

Fucking hell.

She cleans my boot thoroughly, tongue licking it to a shine before she moves onto the other. It's only after she finishes cleaning them both that I snap out of it. I pull the phallus out of her and toss it aside. "Up, piglet," I say and pat my lap, even as I slide my cock from my trousers. It gets another moan out of her, but she does as told and straddles me. I grab the plug, which stills under my touch before I pull it from her as well.

She lets out a little whimper of disappointment. "Hush piglet," I say before I reach into my pocket and pull out the string of uncharged focuses. I slide the marbles into her one at a time until all five are seated in her ass. She rests her head against my shoulder, shuddering as each ball slides in.

This has gotten me more heated than I could have imagined, but I don't want to end it quite yet. I grab Ambra's long blond hair and pull her head back to expose her throat. I nip along the tender skin before I murmur, "Ride my cock, piglet."

Ambra nearly thanks me before she remembers she's not supposed to talk. Instead, she bites her lip as she lines her slit up with the head of my cock. She sinks onto me, and I groan as the tight heat of her envelopes me.

Her hands rest on my shoulders, using me for leverage as she fucks herself on my length. I lean back and simply enjoy it, my hands resting lightly on her hips. "Speed up, piglet," I order.

Ambra moans but obeys, thrusting down with renewed vigor. She bounces on my lap, her slick cunt accepting my length with every thrust. I can't keep myself still any longer as I grab her hips and meet her downward thrust. She cries out, arching as I start to fuck her hard, savoring the wet heat of her. Her breasts are at the perfect level, and I draw one perky nipple into my mouth and suck.

She arches her chest out towards me, all but smothering me in her ample bosom. I nip gently at her pink nipple before doing the same to the other, making a matching pair. "Do you like that, piglet?"

She nods with a whimper, only to shout as I give a particularly hard thrust. I pant even as I feel my orgasm building. Ambra's legs are having a hard time keeping a rhythm, and she cries out against my neck as I feel her tense against me.

"Don't you dare cum, piglet," I growl. She shouts against my neck, clutching my shoulders hard. I ramp up faster, thrusting up to meet her, though I'm not going to last much longer, either.

My hand fists in her hair as I pull her head back. "Squeal, piglet."

Ambra screams as she cums, hips stalling as she spasms around me. I grab the string of focuses and pull, turning her shout into a squeal of pleasure. I thrust into her rippling heat once more before my own end crashes through me. I moan deep as I hold her flush against my lap, rolling my hips as my orgasm courses out of me. The last glowing focus pulls free, and I groan as Ambra slumps bonelessly against me.

I wrap my arms around her and can't stop a small laugh. "Godsdamn, I did make you squeal."

#

Alix joins us when I take Ambra down to the baths. The three of us go to my favorite pool in the back. I give Ambra the same aftercare routine that I do for evocation, though other than a couple of scrapes on her knees from the stone, there's little to tend to. Instead, I just bathe the floor dirt off of her while Alix reclines comfortably in the pool with us.

"That was a clever turnabout you did," Alix says. "Getting your conduit into a headspace for enchantment can be difficult - especially when you start out laughing your ass off. But you managed to turn it into something effective."

"Very effective," Ambra groans as I massage soap into her hair.

I chuckle and lean Ambra back to wash the soap out, stroking my fingers through her golden blond locks gently. "I was afraid I'd pushed it a little too far," I admit.

Ambra opens her eyes and grins up at me. "Dom, Arlon tied me up in the toilet and told everyone to use me as a urinal for my enchantment mastery. I'd let you know if it was too much."

I flush red to the tips of my ears and mutter a faint, "Oh."

Alix chuckles and says, "You have a whole world to delve into with mastery level spells. But for where you're at, today was a good start. You should be proud."

My blush doesn't go away, but I can't stop a grin. "Thanks." I grab the cleaned string of focuses from the lip of the pool and string two of them onto Ambra's necklace before doing the same to mine, saving the odd focus out to add to the Crux's supply.

"So... I have an idea for an enchantment spell I want to try with Olbric," I say. "But I wanted to get your opinions on it."

I tell them what I'm planning, and Ambra gives an excited little squeal. "I have some stuff you can use," she says. "There's also a seamstress in town who can make something for you. I'll warn you though. She's not cheap."

I chuckle at her eagerness, though I sure do like the idea of having something made. The more I think about it, the harder it gets to settle on just one idea. "When you go to cast it, let me know if you want me to monitor," Alix says with a wink. "You're a fun caster to watch."

"You don't have to just watch," I point out. "I'd be happy to cast with you too, if you want."

I'm immediately afraid I've said something wrong. After all he's been through, the last thing I want is to put pressure on the wizard. Alix gives me an appraising look before he lets out a small sigh, sinking further into the pool.

"Maybe," he says, and it's the kind of maybe that doesn't sound like a no, either.