Taming the Dragon

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Zanith's voice broke the silence. Samara turned to look at him.

"Every rock, every tree, every living creature is part of something greater than itself. There is power in everything. Never forget that." His voice was soft, floating gently on the air. Slowly, he turned his head to face hers.

"You've done so well, Samara. You've improved so much over these last few months, much more than I ever imagined. You're an incredibly talented sorceress."

Samara felt a feeling of pride swell in her chest. Smiling up at Zanith, she tried not to grin. "Thank you."

Her tutor turned his attention back to the horizon. "I think it's time you tried to use your powers again." Samara's breath caught in her throat.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." The man smiled. "Your self-control has come a long way, and I think now you'll be able to handle it." The smile disappeared for a moment. "If you don't want to, just say, there's no need to rush."

Samara smiled and felt herself starting to blush. "No, I'm ready. I want to try again."

Zanith nodded understandingly, and gestured towards the open air in front of them, off the side of the mountain. "In that case, let's begin. The secret to magic is simple; trust in your emotions. They are your connection to the power within. I want you to close your eyes, feel the power inside you, and let it out. Are you ready?"

Samara nodded and did as he said, closing her eyes and extending a hand forward. She focussed hard like he'd taught her, ignoring the world around her until everything else melted away. She pictured that burning sensation, rising from her chest and travelling down her arm, towards her hand and beyond. But as she focussed, nothing happened. She tried again, and again, and began to feel a sense of frustration. From behind her, she heard Zanith's voice.

"Remember, trust in your emotions. There's no need to get frustrated. Just relax" As he spoke, she felt his hand on her shoulder, and a sense of comfort spread throughout her body. She felt a warmth in her chest, not of her power, but of her feelings for Zanith. Keeping her arm outstretched, she thought about how much he meant to her, all the wonderful things he'd done. The way his face looked in the morning light, the sculpt of his body. The way he talked, so kindly, and cooked and helped her. She felt the warmth of her love spread throughout her, and as she did, a sudden rush of energy jolted through her, starting in her chest and burning out through her outstretched palm.

From behind, she heard a chuckle of satisfaction. Opening her eyes, Samara was just in time to see the last faint flickers of the spell she'd just cast disappearing into the morning air.

"Well done, Samara."

The young woman felt an incredible sense of pride rush through her. She'd done it! She'd cast the spell! She wanted to jump for joy, to run and yell and dance! Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed down. She still felt the comforting warmth of her tutor's hand on her shoulder and smiled. From behind, she heard Zanith's voice again.

"It's been a long time since I saw a fire that bright. Tell me, what were you thinking about? Your family?"

Samara's heart skipped a beat. What should she say? She couldn't lie to him, but at the same time, did she want to admit that her love for Zanith was what let her cast the spell? Conflicting emotions ran through her head, but the warm touch of his hand brought her back to reality. She took a deep breath.

"No. I... I was thinking about you."

From behind, she heard a sudden, short inhale of breath. "I see. In what way?"

"Well... I...You mean a lot to me Zanith. You've always been so kind to me, so welcoming, but... it's more than that. I don't really know how to explain it, but I... I..."

As Samara struggled to say the words, she felt Zanith's hand move down from her shoulder, to her waist. "I see." The sorcerer's voice made Samara's heart skip another beat. Gently, his other hand took hold of her from the other side, and she felt him pull himself close to her.

"I think I understand. These past few weeks have been... very special. For both of us. You mean so much to me to Samara, more than I had ever hoped. Since you arrived, I... I have become very fond of you." Slowly, she felt his hands move across her, running forwards and back from her waist to her stomach until Zanith held her in his arms from behind.

"I think... we should try something more. To see how much control you've learnt." Samara's body tingled. She knew exactly what he meant. And she wanted it so badly.

"Yes... please." She muttered out, her voice breathy with anticipation. "I love you, Zanith."

As the words left her throat, Samara felt a wave of fear pass through her, until she heard her mentor speak.

"I love you too"

With that, she felt Zanith's head move forward, his arms still wrapped around her, as he planted a kiss on her shoulder. She let out a soft gasp as he worked his way up to her neck, kissing as he went until his lips brushed against her ear. Gently, he took her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling it before returning to her neck.

As he kissed her, Samara felt his hands on her body, holding her close to him as they circled across her, caressing her through her clothing. She felt her body quiver with excitement, and lent back into him, raising her own arm to cup his head while his mouth worked along her neck. Standing there, her lover behind her, Samara felt wonderful.

As his hands moved up and down, Samara struggled to resist the urge to turn around, grab Zanith, and push him to the ground. In the moment, all she wanted was to feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers, and as she turned her head towards him, she felt their mouths connect. His lips were soft, and as she opened her mouth to his she felt his tongue slide across hers, dancing in a passionate french kiss.

Gently rocking her hips back against his, she felt the bulge beginning to form in her mentor's trousers. Making sure not to break the kiss, she ground against him, slowly and sensually, trying her best to arouse him. Between her own legs, she could feel her sex burning with desire. Slipping his hands underneath her tunic, Zanith pulled up, slipping the garment off of Samara as the young woman lifted her arms into the air.

Topless in the morning air, the young sorceress felt her nipples harden, but before she could complain Zanith's hands were on her breasts, squeezing and caressing them softly. She moaned into his mouth, soft and breathlessly, as his fingers toyed with her nipples. She felt as though she were in heaven, the man of her desires holding her tight as he kissed her, his hands on her body while she ground back against him. She never wanted this moment to end.

Gently, Zanith began to run his thumb across her left breast, teasing her nipple as she gasped in pleasure. His right hand drifted back down to her stomach, drawing intricate patterns across her skin as he kissed her. His breathing had grown heavier, and Samara knew he was just as aroused as she was.

Keeping one arm behind his head, she took the other and placed her hand on his thigh, gently caressing it as she kissed him back, eyes shut and cheeks flushed with arousal. The two stood there, bathed in the light of dawn, entranced by their love as the world stopped for them both.

Raising her hand from his thigh, Samara took his hand in her own and began to guide Zanith around her body. Moving his fingertips across her midsection, up to her breast and back down to her stomach, she gently wove her fingers between her lovers, showing him her most sensitive spots. From behind, she could feel his hips starting to move as well as her own.

Growing bolder, she took his hand and started to move it downwards, past her belt to the aching mound between her legs. Understanding her desires, Zanith slid his hand past her waistband, into her trousers. Samara let out a moan, breaking the kiss as she felt her lover's fingers drift across her nether lips, teasing her with their touch as her hips quivered.

Holding her tight, Zanith's hand began to move more forcefully, his fingers tracing along the sides of her labia, before running his middle finger between her lips. She could already feel how wet she was, and as his finger passed across her aching hole, she let out another moan of bliss.

Still moving tantalizingly slowly, Samara felt her lover begin to play with her, slipping the tip of his finger in and out of her soaking pussy, his hand resting comfortably on her mound, kept in place by the tension of her waistband. Every now and then, she would feel his palm move across her clitoris, making her shudder with arousal while he slowly started to finger her.

As she felt his finger slide into her tight wetness, she couldn't help but moan again, resting her forehead against him as he quickened his pace, slipping his finger in and out at speed. The feeling was exquisite, and as he pleasured her with his hands, she felt her hips bucking of their own accord. Closing her eyes, she gasped in arousal, her lover still keeping a tight hold of her.

Leaning in, he began to kiss her neck again, his mouth working up and down the soft skin of her shoulder as Zanith did his best to pleasure the woman he loved. His skilled fingers worked in and out of her pussy, drifting across her pubic mound as his thumb traced half-circles on her skin. Soon, she couldn't take it anymore.

Taking Zanith's wrist, and pulling his hand free from her trousers, she turned around, now facing him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she pulled him in close, kissing him wildly as his hands slide down to her waist. Holding each other, Samara's exposed breasts pressed tight to Zanith's own bare chest, the lovers' tongues danced between their mouths as they confessed their love through touch.

Sliding her hand down from his shoulder, Samara quickly found the bulge in Zanith's trouser. Running her hand across it, she was surprised by the size, and as she slipped her hand inside and pull it free, her lover gasped at her touch. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she began to slowly work her hand up and down, pleasuring him the way he had for her.

Zanith's cock felt hot in Samara's hand, as she moved back and forth across it, she couldn't help but marvel at the veins running across it. As she slipped her palm past the head, she felt a damp bead of precum and blushed with arousal as she reaffirmed how turned on he was. As she began to quicken her pace, her former tutor groaned into her mouth, making sure not to break the kiss, and she felt his hands move down from her waist to her ass. As they squeezed her buttocks, she felt a jolt of pleasure run through her stomach.

Breaking away from his lips, Samara turned her attention to his chest, planting hundreds of kisses across it as he gasped out in ecstasy, his cock still in her hand, working tirelessly across its thick shaft. Moving further down his torso, she eventually found herself on her knees, her lover's cock inches from her face. Continuing to kiss as she went, she let go of his member, eliciting a groan from him, before pulling his trousers down completely.

Returning her hand to his cock, she began to kiss along his shaft, making sure to cover every inch, before reaching the head. She took a moment to admire his manhood, before planting one final kiss on the tip, and taking it into her mouth.

Zanith let out a groan as Samara began to suck his cock, rhythmically drawing her head back and forth along his length as her tongue circled the tip. Feeling his fingers gently stroke her hair, Samara smiled, redoubling her efforts and taking him deeper. Still in long slow strokes, the young sorceress continued to pleasure the cock in front of her, enjoying the way it twitched along with Zanith's moans.

Speeding up, she started to move her mouth quicker, holding his shaft in place with one hand while she steadied herself with the other. Her pussy was on fire, desperate to feel him inside her, but she resisted, wanting to make this last as long as she could. With a groan, Zanith curled his fingers into her hair. He was loving every second.

Slipping his cock free for a moment so she could catch her breath, Samara worked her hand quickly up and down the shaft while looking up at her lover, lazy eyes burning with lust as he stared down at her. She gave him a sweet grin, before returning to his member.

On her knees, the man she loved in front of her, Samara felt incredibly peaceful. Despite the adrenaline coursing through her body, along with a whole cocktail of other things, she still felt safe and serene in his presence. Every movement of his body made her shiver, and she felt a rush of pride knowing how much pleasure she was bringing him. His cock felt heavy in her mouth, but as she worked her lips across it, she savoured every last inch. His hand on her head filled her with a sense of calm, and when she finally broke away from his penis, she looked up at him with nothing but love in her eyes.

"Lie back" the words left her mouth before she'd even had time to process them. Nodding, Zanith did as she asked, turning and lying down on the warm grass. Samara got up from her knees, hastily sliding off her trousers as she made her way to her man. Now completely naked with him, she got down, straddling his waist, with her pussy hovering tantalizingly above the tip of his cock.

Supporting herself on one arm, perched over Zanith's lean chest, she reached down between her legs and grasped his cock. Guiding him towards her entrance, she ran the tip of his member between her folds, before lining him up with her aching hole. With a gentle push of her hips, she slipped him inside and brought her arm back to support herself. His cock felt incredible inside her, and as she lowered her hips to take more of him, she couldn't help but moan out in ecstasy. Looking down at his face, his mouth open and cheeks as flushed as hers, she knew she never wanted to leave his side. Staring into her eyes, he reached up and cupped her face lovingly, and Samara felt a swelling of warmth in her chest.

Dropping her hips, she began to ride him, moaning in unison with him as her lips slipped up and down his shaft. Each rise and fall felt better than the previous, and soon Samara had herself pounding up and down him with wild abandon. Leaning down, she kissed Zanith again, pressing her face to his as she rode his cock in the early morning air.

Everything felt perfect. The feel of the grass under her knees, the smell of the morning air, the sounds of birdsong coming from the forest, everything combined into the perfect moment, and as Samara made love to Zanith, she knew she would never part with him. His arms came up and wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him as he started to buck his hips up to meet hers, his cock pushing deeper inside her, making her moan into his mouth.

The two lay in the grass, moving as one, the sounds of their bodies echoing out around the rocks and trees. This far from civilisation, they had no reason to keep quiet, and as Zanith's mouth moved to his lover's neck, she let out a series of long, loud moans of pleasure. Her hips never slowed down, and even when she began to feel tired, she redoubled her efforts to keep him inside of her.

Samara was in heaven, every fibre of her being screamed out in jubilation, and as her body moved in time with her lover's, she felt a tingling run down her spine. Sitting up straight suddenly, she lent back, resting her hands on Zanth's thighs behind her, and rode him upright. The new angle felt incredible, and as his cock slide even deeper than before into her tight, wet hole, Zanith's hands came up to meet her waist.

Holding her steady, the sorcerer moaned out with each drop of his protege's hips. With each bounce, his entire cock disappeared inside her, and as she raised her body up and down, Samara's bare breasts bounced in the chill morning air. As she came down, the sorceress started to grind her hips forward, forcing her lover's cock across her inner walls, making them both gasp with pleasure. Looking down at him, his violet eyes filled with love, she wanted nothing more than to feel him come inside her.

Taking a break to rest her thighs, Samara rolled her hips from side to side, stimulating her deepest reaches with the head of Zanith's cock. Moaning in response, she felt his hands move up to her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples as she bucked her hips rhythmically. Feeling a familiar sensation building within her pussy, she redoubled her efforts, riding Zanith's cock with all the energy she could.

As her hips rocked back and forth, pounding her lover's cock deep inside her with every motion, Samara closed her eyes. She could feel her orgasm coming, feel it spreading out from her quivering snatch and into every part of her being. Looking back down, she gazed into her lover's eyes and saw him panting as loudly as she was, gritting his teeth as he tried to thrust up into her. He had to be close as well.

Samara's body was on fire. Desperately, she slammed her hips up and down, rocking her body forward each time with the force of her lovemaking. Deep inside her, she could feel her climax, ready to burst and consume her at any moment, but at the same time, she felt the build up of magic as well. Closing her eyes, she focussed on everything she'd been taught, everything she'd trained for, and as she focussed on her overwhelming love for Zanith, she exploded over the edge.

Her pussy spasming wildly, it took all Samara had not to fall down on top of her mentor. As her body filled with the wild waves of orgasmic pleasure, she extended her arms, just in time for two jets of orange flame to fly from them, arcing up into the sky like a visible expression of the pleasure her body was feeling. All around her, a fierce wind ripped through the grass and shrubbery, and as she looked around she felt the surging force of her magic course through her once again, pushing her even further into climax.

Beneath her, through her screams of ecstasy, she heard Zantih cry out as well, and felt the first jet of his seed burst out inside of her. As he came inside her pussy, Samara felt an intense wave of emotions flood over her, and when he finally finished bucking his hips, she came crashing forward, collapsing on top of him, panting as she tried to catch her breath.

In the aftermath of their monumental orgasms, Samara felt her lover's hand on the back of her head, gently stroking her hair as a soothing voice spoke to her.

"That was incredible."

Samara smiled happily, and snuggled her head into Zanith's shoulder. She wasn't sure if he meant the control she'd shown or the sex, but to be honest she didn't care. Holding him tight, she whispered into his ear.

"I love you so much, Zanith."

"I love you too Samara." A faint chuckle emanated from his throat. "But we should get up soon. The day is young, and I have so much more to show you."

Gazing down at him, a look of loving bliss on her face, Samara couldn't help but laugh in adoration. Settling back down into his shoulder, she closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to see what the future had in store.