Drake carried Moraena through the dark corridor like a predator carrying his long-awaited, finally captured prey. Her legs dangled in the air, slender ankles sliding along his forearms, and her dress had ridden up almost to her thighs, exposing pale skin already covered in goosebumps from anticipation and the cold stone underfoot. She pressed her face to his chest, inhaling the scent of skin, metal from his armor, and that very demonic aura that now pulsed around him in thick, hot waves. Her pussy was already soaking indecently—her panties were drenched through, clinging to her swollen lips, and every step Drake took made the fabric rub against her clit, sending sharp fshes of pleasure straight up her spine.

  I’m dripping… gods, I’m dripping like a girl before her first time. And yet I’m older than him by an entire eternity. He’ll be disappointed. I have no experience… not real experience. Only illusions, spells, memories of other people’s bodies. I don’t know how… I don’t know how to give pleasure to a man who is himself the embodiment of lust. I need to take control. I need him to see that I’m not helpless. That I’m worthy of him.

  She dug her fingers into his cloak, nails sinking into the fabric. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like he could hear every beat.

  Drake kicked the door to her bedroom open, and at that moment Moraena immediately twisted out of his arms like a frightened animal.

  “Beloved, wait a moment!” Her voice cracked, high and trembling. Her cheeks bzed, her eyes glistened—a mixture of shame, desire, and panic.

  She darted toward the door, almost running, heels ccking against the wood. The door smmed shut behind her with a soft click.

  Drake froze in the middle of the corridor. The smile slid off his face, repced by a shadow of worry. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back, feeling the incubus blood boiling in his veins and his cock already standing like a rod, straining the fabric of his pants to the point of pain.

  Damn it… was I too bold? Too fast? I wanted… I wanted everything to be tender. For her to feel loved, not taken by force. To hold her, kiss her slowly, undress her piece by piece, whisper how much I want her. But the curse… to break it, I’ll have to completely subdue her. Take her will, her body, her magic—everything down to the st drop. She’ll scream, cry, beg… I hope she forgives me afterward. I hope she understands that this isn’t cruelty. It’s the only way to start the ritual.

  He braced his palm against the doorframe and lowered his head. His breathing was heavy, ragged. He let out an aroused sigh when he imagined her inside right now, undressing, her fingers trembling on the ces of her corset, how she looks at her reflection and thinks about how to arouse him.

  The door slowly opened.

  Moraena stood on the threshold.

  A click and the door opened; Drake stepped inside.

  Bck ce lingerie hugged her body like a second skin. The sheer bra barely contained her heavy, full breasts—her nipples already poked through the thin fabric, dark and tense. The panties were thongs—a narrow strip in front barely covering her swollen lips, and behind—a thin thread disappearing between her rounded buttocks. Fishnet stockings rose to mid-thigh, bck satin garters pulled taut with every movement. Over everything—a short silk robe, open, so he could see it all: the line of her stomach, the dip of her navel, the dark triangle between her legs, already glistening with her juices.

  She sat with feigned seriousness and was about to start in her teacherly tone, but her hands nervously fidgeted with the edges of the robe. Her chest rose and fell too quickly.

  “I… wanted to give you a lesson, but,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Drake looked at her for several endless seconds. Then he slowly smiled—that very smile that always made her knees buckle: predatory, tender, and absolutely confident.

  “Moraena,” he said quietly, but his voice was low, vibrating. “Do you think I’ll be disappointed?”

  He stepped toward her. One step. Two.

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life right now.”

  Another step—and he was already right in front of her. His fingers touched her chin, lifting her face.

  “And I’m going to prove it to you. With every inch of my body. With every kiss. With every thrust. Until you stop doubting.”

  His thumb slid across her lower lip, pressing lightly, forcing her to part her mouth.

  “But first…” he leaned in, lips brushing her ear, “tell me honestly. Do you want me to be gentle? Or…” his voice dropped to a whisper, “do you want me to take you the way my nature demands? Hard. Deep. Without stopping. Until you scream my name and forget you were ever my teacher.”

  Moraena trembled all over. Her thighs involuntarily clenched, a fresh wave of wetness slid down the inside of her thigh.

  “I…” she swallowed, eyes glistening. “I want… everything. Everything you want to give. Just… don’t let me go. Ever.”

  Drake let out a low, almost growling sound.

  “Then hold on, my love.”

  Drake reveled in the sight before him as if the sweetest, most forbidden fruit he had awaited for an eternity had finally unfolded in front of him.

  He sharply pulled her to himself, sinking into her lips with a greedy, all-consuming kiss. His pheromones poured out—thick, heavy, almost tangible—enveloping her mind in a fog of lust. Drake’s saliva flowed into her mouth, sweet like honey with a slight bitterness of demonic essence, and every swallow made her body tremble harder. His tongue—huge, hot, insistent—filled her entire mouth, slid along the pate, traced her teeth, invaded deep into her throat, giving her not a second of respite.

  Ahhh… his tongue is so big… his saliva like honey, even the smell… gods, I can’t resist. He fills me completely, I’m drowning in him…

  The kiss sted endlessly until Drake pulled away from her lips with a wet smack, leaving a thin thread of saliva between them. His hands immediately slid downward—to her breasts. His fingers found her nipples through the thin ce of the bra and squeezed them sharply, almost to the point of pain. Moraena jerked, trying to pull away—an instinct, a remnant of shame—but he immediately suppressed the protest with an even deeper, fiercer kiss, muffling her moan with his tongue.

  I’m drinking his saliva… and I can’t think straight… my nipples… how good it feels… it hurts… but so sweet… ahhh…

  He squeezed her nipples harder, twisted them between his fingers, pulled until they became hard as pebbles, throbbing from the rush of blood. Pain mixed with pleasure, and Moraena only arched toward him, quietly moaning into his mouth.

  Drake finally broke away from her lips, breathing heavily, and with one motion seated her on his cock—right through the fabric of his pants. Even through the clothes, she felt his size: thick, hot, hard as steel, throbbing beneath her. The head pressed directly against her crotch, spreading her swollen lips through the soaked thong.

  “Stop clenching them… ahhh…” she moaned, trying to pull away, but her thighs clenched around him on their own.

  Drake smiled predatorily, baring his teeth, his eyes burning with a reddish demonic light.

  “Every fucking day you waved those huge tits in front of me! Teased me until I went crazy with desire. Now it’s my turn.”

  He grabbed her breasts with both hands—hard, mercilessly—and began to squeeze, knead, as if he wanted to leave the marks of his fingers on her forever. Her nipples rubbed against the ce, every tug sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her clit. Moraena trembled, her pussy clenched, squeezing out even more juices that soaked through the fabric of his pants.

  “That’s it, soak my cock harder, my good girl…” he growled, feeling her wetness seeping through the clothes.

  “Kyaah!”

  She came instantly—sharply, violently, her body arching like a bow, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing, squirting hot fluid straight onto his cock. The orgasm was so sudden and powerful that she nearly lost consciousness, eyes rolling back, mouth opening in a soundless cry.

  “First orgasm…” Drake smirked, voice low and satisfied. “Time to get rid of the clothes.”

  He tore the bra off her with one yank—the fabric ripped, exposing her heavy breasts that swayed, nipples dark, swollen, glistening with sweat. The witch’s body was still convulsing, her face frozen in a dazed, blissful expression—mouth slightly open, eyes half-closed, cheeks streaked with tears and saliva. Drake had never seen her like this—completely broken, completely his.

  He leaned in and greedily began licking her face—from chin to temples, slurping up tears, sweat, remnants of his own saliva.

  “This expression is mine alone! You hear me? Mine alone! I’ll make you my sleeve… my personal slut… forever!”

  His fingers dug into the ce of the thong—and he tore it apart in one motion, the fabric biting into her skin, leaving red stripes on her thighs. Her pussy opened fully before him: small, ripe, pink, glistening with juices, lips swollen and parted, clit standing out like a tiny cherry, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

  “You’re beautiful… your pussy is so small and ripe… perfect for me.”

  He dropped to his knees, grabbed her by the thighs, and spread them wider. His tongue—enrged by magic, long, rough—plunged inside in one thrust. It reached the deepest point, the one that made her scream, while his thumb rubbed her clit in hard, fast circles.

  “I… I can’t…” Moraena moaned, her body shaking from micro-orgasms, each thrust of his tongue sending a new wave.

  He will subdue me… I’ll become his personal toy… his property… and I like it… gods, how much I like it…

  His movements grew faster and faster, the tongue fucking her like a cock, lips sucking on her clit, drawing it in, teeth lightly biting. Moraena writhed, fingers clutching his hair, thighs trembling, and finally she came with new, devastating force.

  “Kyaаааа! Enough… ahhh… Drake… please…”

  Her body arched, pussy clenching around his tongue, squirting a hot stream straight into his mouth. She screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks, breasts heaving, nipples standing like stones.

  Drake slowly withdrew his tongue, licking all her juices from his lips and chin. His eyes burned with triumph.

  “This is only the beginning, my love. Now I’ll take you for real.”

  He rose, unfastening his pants in one motion. His cock sprang free—huge, veined, the head glistening with pre-cum and her juices, throbbing, ready to enter.

  “Are you ready to become mine completely?”

  Her body trembled like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment. The witch y on her back in the center of the rumpled sheets, knees pulled almost to her chest, thighs spread wide apart — a pose of complete, unconditional surrender to her master.

  Long bck hair spilled across the pillow like shadows from a fire, violet eyes wide open, pupils dited to the limit, lips parted in a soundless moan. Tears streamed down her cheeks — not from pain, but from the overwhelming, unbearable pleasure.

  Finally, Drake bared his bde.

  It was enormous. Thick as her wrist, covered in a network of bulging veins that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. The head protruded, swollen dark crimson, almost purple, glistening with a heavy drop slowly sliding down the frenulum. The shaft was straight, with a slight upward curve, the skin stretched to the limit, every muscle and every vein standing out in relief, as if carved from marble. The length… gods, the length was such that from base to tip it occupied almost all the space between her spread thighs — heavy, alive, hot. The balls were rge, drawn up, glistening with moisture, covered in a thin film of sweat.

  Moraena froze. Her breathing hitched, her chest heaved convulsively, nipples stood out as hard buds, her stomach quivered. She had seen hundreds of books and rituals. But this… this was impossible. It pulsed before her eyes like a living weapon, and just the sight made everything inside her clench in a sweet, painful spasm.

  “This…” she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling, “this can’t be… real…”

  Drake didn’t wait any longer.

  He pressed the head against her narrow, dripping pussy and began to force it in with strength.

  Squelch.

  The head barely entered — just a couple of centimeters — and Moraena immediately convulsed in orgasm. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, squirting a hot stream, her legs shook, her eyes rolled back.

  Oh gods… he’s inside… already inside… I’m coming… just from this… aaaah… my brain is melting…

  “Stop clenching so hard! Take me already! Let me help!”

  He instinctively activated incubus magic. Dark streams of mana surged into her, penetrating every cell. Her vagina began to stretch, muscles rexing against her will, her uterus slowly shifting upward, clearing the way. The skin on her stomach bulged at an unnatural angle — the outline of his cock already showed through from the outside, like a raised imprint.

  Moraena screamed without stopping, orgasms following one after another, her body jerking as if in convulsions.

  Too much… too deep… I’m tearing apart… but it feels so good… more… more… aaaah…

  “Your little face! Hahaha! Right now it expresses nothing but dumb pleasure!”

  Drake began to move — slowly pulling out with a wet rasp, leaving only the head inside, then smming back in hard, all the way to the strike against her cervix. Each thrust knocked a new scream and a new orgasm out of her.

  “You weak little witch! Squeeze your pussy!”

  He worked like a piston — rhythmically, mercilessly. Moraena lost consciousness, but incubus magic wouldn’t let her bck out: it kept her mind clear, forcing her to feel every second.

  Position changes began almost immediately.

  First he flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips up, entered from behind — deep, to the hilt, his balls spping against her clit. Then he sat her on top — she tried to move herself, but he grabbed her waist and began impaling her like on a stake, making her bounce. Then on her side — he threw one leg over his shoulder, entered at an angle, aiming straight at her womb room, she understood nothing and just kept coming endlessly.

  Coming… again… stronger each time… my body isn’t mine… it’s his… aaaah… my womb is burning… my clit is exploding… I’m flowing… I’m flowing endlessly…

  Hours passed. The bed had long been soaked with love juices, semen, sweat — the whole room smelled of sex. The witch’s womb was filled to the brim, her stomach slightly rounded from the amount of seed inside.

  Drake pulled out his cock — it stood proudly above her broken, red, pulsing pussy. A white stream poured out of her, running down her thighs, onto the sheets.

  “Whose are you?”

  Moraena, barely breathing, whispered:

  “I’m yours… sve… Moraena… who gets pleasure when your huge cock hits my womb…”

  She tried to sit up — her arms trembled, her legs wouldn’t obey.

  “Please… master… give me your cock…”

  Drake brought the head to her rear entrance. She jerked.

  “It won’t fit…”

  “Shut up! Your body belongs to me. And from now on, when your owner decides to use it, you cannot disobey!”

  He impaled her to the end with one powerful motion. Moraena hung limply on him, eyes rolled back — and shamefully pissed herself, simultaneously coming so hard that the spshes mixed with urine.

  Aaaah… in there… completely… I’m coming… from humiliation… from being filled… I’m flowing… I’m coming… nothing exists except him…

  “Apologize! Apologize that your bitch pussy dared to be my teacher!”

  She screamed from the next orgasm:

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry I tried to teach you anything! You mastered all my knowledge in a couple of years!”

  If I don’t do something now, I’ll become his personal toy and never be his equal again!

  Moraena gathered her st strength, began to weave the most powerful submission spell — a net of silver threads capable of binding even a demon.

  But Drake only smirked.

  He dismantled the spell’s structure with one touch of mental will — the threads scattered like cobwebs in the wind.

  “Eahahaha… kyaaah…”

  Realizing complete defeat, Moraena rexed in his arms and came even harder. Above her pubic mound, right over her womb, a magical submission tattoo fred up and appeared — a bck-crimson incubus symbol, the brand of the closest and most loyal sves.

  The submission ritual began in earnest.

  Drake entered her again — slowly, to the hilt, and froze inside, not moving. Dark mana poured from his cock straight into her womb — hot, scorching, like liquid fire, saturating every cell. The tattoo bzed brighter, lines crawled across her skin, penetrating deeper, binding her soul to his will.

  The orgasm came instantly — the most destructive of all.

  Aaaahhh… inside… fire… he’s in my soul… I’m coming… coming from the brand… my womb is exploding… my whole body is burning… I’m his… I’m completely his… nothing exists except this bliss…

  Her pussy clenched with such force that the walls dug into the shaft, her womb pounded against the head as if trying to swallow it whole. The squirt hit like a fountain — powerful, continuous, spshing onto her face, her chest, she was choking on her own pleasure. Her body arched into a bow until her spine cracked, abdominal muscles contracted rhythmically, breasts bounced, nipples turned bck from tension, clit throbbed like a separate heart. The orgasm sted more than a minute — wave after wave, each stronger than the st, her mind flickering on and off, tears, saliva, urine — everything merged into one continuous stream of bliss.

  “Remember: you will always be first.”

  At that moment she saw in his eyes the same boy she had seduced for the past six months — loving, tender, her Drake.

  Why did I resist… my master?.. I want only this… only him… aaaah…

  Having lost the st remnants of pride, she fully surrendered to pleasure.

  Then days followed — an endless montage of moments.

  She licked his ass — tongue deep, greedily, while he knelt over her face, one hand holding her by the hair, the other jerking himself off. Then she jerked him off with both hands, gripping the shaft, kissing and sucking his balls, until he came on her face, in her mouth, on her chest.

  He fucked her relentlessly — two days straight, only breaking for food. He fed her from his hands, made her eat while sitting on his cock, slowly rocking. Even to the toilet she went only with his permission — he stood nearby, watched as she squatted, sometimes holding her by the hair, sometimes just stroking her back while she peed from shame and arousal.

  Every time she tried to regain even a little control — he entered her again, deeper, harder, and she forgot everything except his name, except the feeling of him filling her completely.

  By the end of the second day she could no longer speak coherently — only moaned, whispered “master,” “more,” “deeper.” The tattoo on her stomach glowed with a soft crimson light every time he came inside.

  And at some point, when he held her in his arms, slowly fucking her while standing, she looked into his eyes and whispered:

  “I love you… master…”

  Drake smiled — that same smile that once made her knees buckle.

  “And I love you, Moraena. Forever.”

  He kissed her — no longer rough, but deep, tender — and came inside her one st time in these two days, filling her to the brim.

  She came with him — quietly, long, trembling all over her body.

  I’m his… forever… this is all I need… aaaah…

  And for the first time in centuries she felt not a cursed witch, but a lovesick fool.