Aaralon awakened from his dreams to find it dark out still, with Camila asleep on top of him. Her body was very warm now, especially her massive breasts that pressed into Aaralon with each breath she took. He felt himself get stiff again, and thought it may be impossible for him to get back to sleep without some form of relief. He looked down at Camila's serene sleeping face; with its delicate and attractive features looking strangely innocent in repose, and a fiendish thought crossed his mind. The vine raping before had her utterly drained, so much so that she had probably been unable to put up even the most rudimentary magical defenses. If that were so... then there was no reason that Aaralon couldn't be having his way with Camila for the rest of his life.
First, he mumbled the incantation for a simple sleep spell. He reasoned that if her defenses were still in place, the spell would be diffused and she would be awaken; and he could always make an excuse that he was attempting to excuse himself from his place underneath her without disturbing her much needed rest. The spell went through without a hitch. Aaralon smiled inwardly; the sexy illusionist on top of him was completely without defense!
The next step would be trickier. Deciding the right cast to weave over the nubile sorceress. A more overt mind control spell would be easily detectable once they returned to the academy, and would definitely be dispelled. However, a small implanted suggestion would slip by, if it were tailored to fit with Camila's current mindset. Aaralon considered this for a moment before murmuring his spell, and then leaning his head down to whisper in Camila's ear, "You owe Aaralon deeply for rescuing you from those vines. From now on, you will love and obey him and only him."
He waited tensely as the spell finished weaving itself over Camila's sleep-addled mind. She gave no response, no flair of magical defense. Success! Aaralon could nearly shout for joy. One of the college's most alluring teachers was now his love slave. He looked her over again, his eyes pouring over her naked, unconscious form with a newfound feeling of lust. His cock was rock hard now, and pressed against Camila's warm flesh in a most enticing manner. Aaralon knew that the sleep spell he wove over her would keep her out for another hour at least, so there was still time to claim a little bonus for himself before Camila awoke to give him his real reward.
Carefully, Aaralon rolled Camila off of himself and laid her flat on her back on the ground. He sat up, and looked her over. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight, accentuating her large breasts and curvaceous hips, her smooth silky thighs and long, shiny dark hair. Aaralon remembered his first encounter with her, and his brief daydream of thrusting his cock in between her cum soaked breasts. He grinned, and whispered to himself aloud, "Well, why not make that little fantasy come true?"
Aaralon pulled the drawstring to his trousers, freeing his stiff member before reaching his hands down to clasp Camila's soft globes of flesh. They felt warm against his palms, the nipples stiffening slightly as he kneaded them softly before pushing them together, creating a fleshy crevice to press his cock into. He lined up his hard penis, and thrust it into Camila's cleavage, marveling at the sensation. Her tits were big enough to completely envelope his cock as he pistoned in and out, the smooth skin giving the right amount of gentle friction around his shaft to start pushing him to the edge. Harder and harder her thrust, grunting with effort and exhilaration as he fucked Camila's perfect breasts, watching them jiggle under his grip as his rock hard rock pounded between them. The serene look of her face as she rested unaware was the perfect counterpoint to his current display of savage lust, as his balls churned and tightened, sending spurt after spurt of cum into Camilla's deep cleavage. Aaralon laughed as he saw his cock shoot between Camila's cum drenched melons, just as he had imagined it days before. He pulled back, releasing her breasts and jacking himself off, wringing every last drop of semen out and shooting it onto Camila's waiting breasts. Eventually his cock flagged and drooped, spent. Aaralon sighed, then studied his masterpiece, burning the image of the sleeping illusionist with her tits covered in his cum into his mind.
Satisfied, Aaralon waved a hand over Camila's body, and with a gesture reluctantly cast a cantrip that cleaned his semen off of Camila, leaving no trace of the deed. He lay back down with her, rolling her back on top of him as he drew his cloak around them, settling back down to sleep and await the light of day. |