The Black Witch. Aaralon shuddered in fear as Koln read the judgement of his crimes. The witch Berrilus was known for her ruthless and cruel ways. She was known to use human lives in her magical experiments without hesitation. Aaralon contemplated running away from the Academy, but Koln personally escorted him to the basement of the Black Witch.
Aaralon didn't even know what hit him. By the time he came to, he was chained naked to the wall of a dark room, his legs spread wide open in an uncomfortable position. The cold steel manacles bit into his wrists and ankles. Berrilus sat behind a table beside him, reading a scroll. She noticed his awakening and rolled up the parchment, before walking slowly towards him. It felt like the reaper approaching.
She wasn't half bad looking. In fact, if Aaralon didn't know who she was, he was definitely be checking her out right now. Berrilus was tall and thin, but had a pretty face with magically fueled youthfulness. Her lips were painted a deep blood red, as was her long nails that lightly scratched his bare skin as she gently teased him.
"Aaralon, Aaralon. Do you know that I've had my eyes upon you?"
She suddenly gripped his limp cock with her right hand. It was as cold as a corpse, but the light stroking movement got him erect anyway. She planted her lips on his, a passionate kiss that sent weird chills into his body. Despite the situation, Aaralon simply couldn't relax and enjoy her attention. Berrilus continued to pump his cock with one hand at a constant pace. It wasn't particularly pleasurable, but it was certainly pushing him towards the edge.
Just as it was starting to feel good, she knelt down and started licking his dick like candy, wiping it clean of his sticky fluids.
"I don't know if you realize how beautiful you are," Berrilus whispered in his ear. Aaralon did not feel like answering her.
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