The Sixth School Ch. 008

Her hair was bubblegum pink and reached all the way down to her waist. Though Greg didn't doubt that there had to be ways to magically change the color of one's hair, somehow, he got the feeling that this was the woman's hair in its natural state. Her bright golden eyes were eyeing him with just as much intensity as he was doing her. Her full pink luscious lips couldn't help but fill Greg with images that one couldn't share in polite company. Earlier in the night, the healer had gotten him off with a heavenly handjob, Greg however, could feel how stiff his cock was just by looking at this woman. "W... who are you," he asked. Being wholly unfamiliar with how one interacted with familiars, Greg could only come up with this lame conversation starter. Besides, he had passed out! Who's to say that some strange, super-sexy woman hadn't ventured into his room while he was unconscious?

"I am your mistress!" The woman spoke with such an air of authority and finality that Greg felt like he couldn't disagree. Before his mind could work out what he'd just heard and how to best respond to it, however, the woman's expression changed. Faster than any human should have been able to, the woman's expression went from powerful and overbearing to an almost fanatically servile one. The change was so fast that Greg almost felt whiplash just witnessing it. "I am your slave," She spoke like this was the highest praise she had ever achieved in her life. "I am your closest confidant," She went on with another faster-than-light change of expression. "I am your cock sleeve," She went on. "Your friend. Your toy. Your guide. Your cum drainer. Your lover. Your whore..." Greg silently watched for a whole minute as the woman continued to rattle off a whole chain of titles and roles that she believed she could play. By the end of which, Greg was almost certain that some crazy woman had walked into his room.

"In short, I am and can be anything you want me to be master," The woman stated with an almost manic smile. "I am yours to do with as you please," She went on, clearly not satisfied with just assigning herself titles. "Do you want to have a romantic evening with me?" She asked. The question was completely out of left field and Greg didn't even know where to start in answering her. He, however, needn't have bothered. "Or do you want to fuck me like a whore?" The woman went on. "Do you want to hear me sing? Or do you want to fuck my throat until my voice box is full of your cum?" she continued, clearly not bothered by how graphic she was being. If anything, by the subtle way she was rubbing her thighs together, Greg couldn't help the suspicion that she was turning herself on. "Do you want to spend every night with me cuddled in your arms?" she posed. "Or have me sleep at the foot of your bed like a loyal pet? She asked, somehow, seeming more inclined towards the latter as opposed to the former. "The only limit is your imagination, master," The familiar declared...

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