Moraena found herself in Drake’s arms again. He pressed her against himself so tightly that her ribs ached and her breath caught. His lips slid to her armpit — first gently, almost reverently, then his tongue ran over the sensitive skin, collecting the light salty sweat and her own scent, saturated with sweat, mana, and hours of humiliation.

  — No! It’s dirty there… hah… — she exhaled, trying to push his head away with trembling hands, but her body had already betrayed her: her nipples hardened to the point of pain, her back arched toward him, and her pussy clenched around emptiness, squeezing out a fresh stream of juices.

  Gods… he’s licking me there… I’m all sweaty, covered in his scent… it’s humiliating… disgusting… but why am I flowing so much? Why does every stroke of his tongue on my skin feel like an electric shock? I hate this… and I want more…

  — Your sweet smell and taste… I adore my beloved Moraena, — he growled low, his voice vibrating directly on her skin, penetrating every pore, sending goosebumps across her entire body.

  He bit her earlobe — sharply, with a fsh of pain — and whispered straight into her ear, simultaneously pouring dark mana into the tattoo above her pubic mound. His voice became deeper, hypnotic, and the mana rolled through her nerves like a scorching wave, making her clit swell even more, throb like a separate heart.

  — You are mine… completely… forever…

  In the same instant, he sharply tugged her clit with his thumb and forefinger — not gently, but with cruel force, stretching it, enrging it with magic. The clit instantly swelled to the size of a rge cherry, became hypersensitive, throbbing, ready to explode from the slightest touch.

  Moraena came instantly.

  The orgasm struck like lightning — short, cutting, without warning. Her pussy clenched spasmodically with such force that her abdominal muscles tensed into cubes, squirting a powerful fountain straight onto his hand and the sheet. Her body convulsed, legs cramped, eyes rolled back completely, mouth opened in a soundless scream. The tattoo fred bright crimson, amplifying every pulse dozens of times — wave after wave rolled down her spine, making her jerk like in an epileptic seizure. A thin stream of blood trickled from her nose from sensory overload.

  Aaaah… coming… from one touch… he made me so… weak… I can’t take it… I’m going to break… but this is so… good… I want him to break me completely…

  — I’ll start with tenderness… — Drake whispered, not releasing her clit, continuing to rub it slowly, torturously with circur motions of his thumb, — but over this week I’ll have to break you completely. Fill you with my seed and mana so the ritual can truly begin…

  Moraena came down from the wave slowly, breathing heavily, chest heaving convulsively, tears streaming down her temples. Her voice held real, deep fear mixed with arousal and despair.

  — After this… I’ll completely lose all pride before you… I’ll become… just your toy… an empty doll…

  I’m afraid… afraid that after this nothing will be left in me… but I want it… I want him to destroy everything left of the old Moraena… I want to belong to him completely…

  Drake smiled — softly, but with a shadow of a predator in his eyes.

  — I will love you even if you go mad.

  The witch felt the sincerity of those words — and surrendered. Completely.

  For five hours he tormented her pussy.

  She y in a pose of total submission — on her back, knees spread to the limit, arms thrown behind her head, wrists bound by magical bonds. Drake’s huge cock y on her face — heavy, hot, throbbing, releasing thick drops of pre-cum directly onto her lips, cheeks, nose. The scent hit her nostrils — musky, animalistic, intoxicating, making her mind drift. She tried to reach with her tongue, to lick the head, but…

  — You ck discipline.

  CRACK!

  His fist smmed straight into the tattoo — breaking through the magical shield, striking the womb through astral connection. The blow was energetic, but Moraena felt it as if a bomb had exploded inside her body — her womb clenched, her clit exploded with pain and pleasure at the same time.

  She came instantly — with a scream that turned into a rasp.

  I’m coming… from him hitting me… aaaah… this is wrong… I’m coming from pain… from humiliation… I’m coming because he’s stronger… I want him to hit me more…

  — Kyaaa…

  Her body arched into a bow until her spine cracked, her pussy clenched around emptiness, squirt sprayed in a fountain, soaking the sheets and his hand. Eyes rolled back, tears streamed down her temples. A thin stream of blood trickled from her nose from sensory overload.

  — Let’s try again… — Drake’s voice was calm and gentle.

  In the witch’s gaze was pain — but also unconcealed pleasure. She felt how the strong male dominated her completely, lowering her lower and lower — to primal instincts, to animal submission. Each punch to the tattoo now triggered an orgasm, each thrust of fingers inside — a new explosion. He brought her to the edge, stopped a second before the peak, waited until she began to beg, cry, writhe — and repeated again.

  Five hours.

  She cried, screamed, came from just his look, from the smell of his cock on her face, from the pain in her nipples that he twisted and pulled until they turned blue. Her mind cracked at the seams, pride melted with every orgasm.

  I’m broken… I want to be broken… I want to be his… forever…

  After another ten hours she finally achieved absolute obedience.

  — Good girl. You’re my good one, — Drake whispered.

  Just a second ago he had been grinding her womb with his fist through the magical channel, beating her breasts and ass with full force — leaving red palm prints, bruises, bite marks. Now he gently rocked her in his arms, kissed her temple, stroked her back, whispered tender words. This was her reward for enduring. And in the end she already received pleasure even from pain — the tattoo turned every blow into a new, destructive orgasm.

  — Now we move to the next stage.

  He opened her mouth with his thumb, pulled out her tongue — and began pouring mana into it, forming a new seal. Thin crimson lines crawled across her tongue, pate, throat.

  Moraena came again — her legs buckled, body shook, pussy clenched, squirting juice onto the floor.

  Aaaah… my tongue is burning… everything is burning… I’m coming from this… from him changing me… I want him to change me more…

  — That’s it… this mark will multiply your pleasure many times over. This is your reward.

  He id her on the floor — convulsing — and pced his foot directly on her face. He began pressing — hard, but controlled.

  He’s going to kill me… I feel the weight… ahhhh… but I’m getting aroused… I want him to press harder…

  She flowed without stopping. Her tongue stuck out — and began licking his foot, every toe, between the toes — greedily, submissively, with complete submission.

  — Good girl… drown in this. I must make you obedient.

  The fourth day of training passed.

  His huge cock smmed into her throat with full force — to the base, balls spping against her chin. Her tongue pulsed from the new mark, her throat clenched, amplifying his pleasure. Her pussy trembled in anticipation, though he hadn’t even touched it.

  — Auuuh…

  He impaled her head to the hilt and released a stream of semen — thick, hot, endless. Moraena tasted it — salty, demonic — and began sucking, swallowing convulsively. The mark on her tongue amplified sensations dozens of times: each swallow was like an orgasm in her throat. Her pussy clenched on its own — and she came from this alone. Squirt sprayed onto the floor, body shook, eyes rolled back. She choked, tears flowed, but continued sucking, squeezing every drop, feeling how the tattoo turned humiliation into pure bliss.

  I’m coming… from swallowing him… from him filling me… I’m his whore… and I like it… aaaah… I want more…

  The fifth day came. Drake’s cock filled her completely, pressing on her womb — but he didn’t move.

  She y on her back, legs spread, he loomed above, holding her in an iron grip by the hips. Her body tried to move, to thrust back, but he wouldn’t allow it.

  — Your cock… master! Move it! I beg you!

  Drake only smiled — calmly, almost indifferently — and remained motionless.

  This sted several hours.

  She looked at her master and god — every inch of his body drove her mad. Muscles, scars, eyes, scent — everything aroused her incredibly strongly. Her body was in frantic arousal, her mind cracking.

  — I’ll do anything you want! Just sm into me with full force! I beg you, master!

  Drake smiled wider.

  — This is the face of a bitch in heat. You endured well.

  He poured mana into the tattoo above her womb — and it flushed, fred.

  Her womb began sucking in the head on command. Endless spasms of orgasm destroyed her body.

  — Coming! It doesn’t stop! Ahhh…

  Drake struck her clit with his finger — sharply, precisely.

  Her mind shattered. A stream of squirt shot to the ceiling.

  — Heeyyyy…

  Her face showed only ecstasy, her pussy clenched around his cock, begging for a portion of semen.

  — Alright. Time to destroy your pussy.

  And it began.

  His cock moved — powerfully, deeply, each thrust knocking a new orgasm out of her. Her mind broke — he didn’t stop, pounding with frantic force, each thrust accompanied by her scream and new squirt.

  Two more days passed. Drake didn’t pull his cock out of her pussy. The witch lost the ability to speak and think — her body moved on instincts, constantly reaching orgasms. The tattoo glowed bright red, an incredible amount of mana accumuted.

  Her stomach bulged from the amount of semen — the womb swelled so much it created the silhouette of a pregnant woman.

  Drake dragged her toward the mirror, holding her firmly by the hips.

  Her legs barely obeyed her anymore.

  Her body still trembled from the endless orgasms that refused to let her recover.

  When they stopped in front of the mirror, Moraena slowly lifted her head.

  And froze.

  Her stomach was swollen.

  Not painfully — but unmistakably rounded.

  The womb, filled with an impossible amount of seed and mana, pushed outward beneath her skin, forming the unmistakable silhouette of pregnancy.

  For a moment her breath stopped.

  Her fingers trembled as she touched her belly.

  Warm.

  Heavy.

  Filled with magic.

  She slowly ran her palm across the skin, as if trying to make sure it wasn’t an illusion.

  This… looks like…

  The thought broke before it could finish.

  Drake pced his rge hand over hers and slowly rubbed the rounded shape.

  His palm almost covered the entire curve of her stomach.

  The contrast between his warrior’s hand and her swollen body sent a strange shiver through her.

  — Someday… — he said quietly.

  His voice sounded calm, almost thoughtful.

  — I will truly make you pregnant.

  He looked at her through the mirror.

  Directly into her eyes.

  — And we will have a child.

  Something inside Moraena trembled.

  Not fear.

  Not shame.

  Something else.

  A strange warmth slowly spread through her chest.

  For one brief second a thought appeared that stole her breath.

  What if… I actually want that?

  She shut her eyes tightly, as if frightened by her own thoughts.

  I’m insane…

  I’m a witch… I lived for centuries…

  How can I think about something like that…

  But her body had already betrayed her.

  Her stomach twitched beneath his palm.

  Her womb clenched.

  The orgasm struck suddenly and violently.

  Her back arched, her legs trembled uncontrolbly, and pleasure exploded through her body again.

  — Ahhh…

  Her body convulsed violently, and Drake barely managed to hold her as the pressure inside finally broke.

  The stream was huge — white, thick, flooding the floor.

  He threw her straight into the puddle of fluids and semen.

  — You haven’t eaten in a long time. Time to feed.

  Her body acted on autopilot. Master’s orders — absolute.

  She greedily began licking and swallowing his semen — tongue on the floor, hands scooping, gulping hungrily. The taste filled her mouth, throat, stomach. The tattoo pulsed, turning each swallow into a new orgasm. She came while licking, choking on bliss, tears streaming down her cheeks, body trembling, pussy clenching around emptiness.

  I’m eating him… I’m feeding on him… this is right… this is all I need… aaaah… I want to be his forever…

  He smmed into her ass with full force — one thrust to the hilt — and sent her back into oblivion and ecstasy.

  I love this… how did I ever live without him…

  Suddenly she felt the familiar flow of mana — and a new tattoo appeared on her ass.

  — Here too it will feel hundreds of times better.

  The moments continued. He bit her nipples until they bled, sent her into unconsciousness from sensory overload. Nothing remained in her head except pleasure.

  Suddenly his palm clenched around her neck — cutting off air. All the accumuted mana from these days flooded her consciousness.

  The room.

  It was her home — but without traces of a week of endless sex. Clean. Calm.

  — My beloved… I couldn’t leave you alone for a whole year.

  Drake sat in the armchair and smiled warmly at the sight of her.

  Her heart skipped. She jumped up and threw herself into his arms.

  — Beloved master!

  He stroked her head, kissed her forehead.

  — Your body is safe now — sealed in a dark protective magical stone. For a year my spirit will be with you… but at the same time I’ll go to bring our pns to life.

  She pressed closer and cried.

  — I’m so gd you didn’t leave me as a dumb sex doll for a year…

  Drake smiled and hugged her even tighter.

  — Of course, my love. We’ll spend time together, go on dates… and I’ll receive all these memories during sleep.

  Moraena sobbed like a little girl.

  — But don’t forget: every night you’ll need to release a lot of lust magic to destroy your curse.

  He licked her tear and already reached for her pussy.

  CRACK.

  The blow nded in his groin — even in his real body Drake felt a wave of pain.

  — You tortured me for a whole week! I almost lost my mind! At least a couple of days we’ll spend hugging and being romantic!

  Drake started ughing — loudly, sincerely, uncontrolbly.

  — Idiot! Nothing funny! Stop ughing!

  She began hitting him with her fists in mock anger — and soon ughed heartily herself.

  At that moment the real Drake stood before the huge bck stone — inside which Moraena’s body slept.

  He made sure: the memories and days spent would come to him through nights.

  — Phew… what a spell I made! Aren’t I a genius?!

  He smiled, left the house where he had spent the st five years, cast a protective formation and, without looking back for a second, headed toward great deeds.

  — Though we are apart, my love… we are together at the same time.