As Janna's lips embraced his cock, Aaralon let out a gasp, the Mistress' experienced tongue flicking against his cock-head. Slowly, she pulled off of his cock, letting her lips run slowly, teasingly, over his cock head. Once she had withdrawn entirely, she smiled up at him.
"You stupid boy, Aaralon." she whispered. "Did you really think you could get away with summoning a Tar'oth?"
Frowning in confusion, unable to move, and still levitating, Aaralon's mouth dropped open. The window behind shut suddenly, despite no-one but the student and the Mistress being in the room... apparently.
"Stupid human." came the voice of the little demon, and, though Aaralon couldn't see her, for he couldn't move his head, he felt her land on his hair. "I can't believe he fell for it, Janna."
The Mistress laughed evilly, and Aaralon felt her tongue flick against his cock again. "I know. But now he's OURS..." she whispered, and again she took his cock into her lips, the warm sweetness of her mouth enveloping his penis.
"That's right, you little bastard." said the demon, directly into his ear, as it hopped down onto his shoulder. "It wasn't your idea to summon me. It was a mind control spell cast by Janna. And she and I have a little agreement... I help her, as long as I get what I want."
The little demon said with a cackle.
As Janna took more of his cock into her beautiful mouth, he was conflicted between his feelings and his passion.
But in the end, it didn't matter - there was nothing he could do. |