Say, "I want to fuck you."
From Create Your Own Story
"I want to fuck you."
"Are you insane?" Jan asked. "After what I've been through?"
"That's the deal," Dez said, stroking his hard-on through his pants. "Take it, or I could put you back the way I found you." Jan glanced at the phallus on the bed beside him and shuddered.
"All right," he said at last. "Just take it easy, okay?"
"You won't even know I'm here," Dez said with a crooked grin. He moved between Jan spread legs and shoved his pants down to mid-thigh. "Hey, at least you're all slippery and open already." He pumped himself a few times and then positioned the head at Jan's asshole. "Here it comes," he said and sank into Jan's tight, hot ass in one smooth stroke.
"Oh, shit," Jan groaned between his teeth, his whole body tensing.
"Does it hurt?" Dez asked, holding still. It wasn't his intent to hurt him.
"No...Yes--Fuck! It would be fine, if I could come, but that- that fucking prick--"
"Put a spell on you," Dez said, his eyes widening. "I think I know that spell. Hang on a second." He placed his hands on the insides of Jan's thighs, then slowly slid them toward his crotch, stopping with his hands encircling the base of Jan's cock and balls. Dez closed his eyes and began to move his hips, thrusting into Jan in short, sharp strokes. Jan's body arched like a bow, raising his ass off the bed and Dez rose up on his knees, driving into him harder, faster.
He could feel the magic coiled within Jan's body and drew on his own power, writhing low in his gut, feeding off the pleasure and lust coursing through his veins. He pressed both thumbs into the soft skin behind Jan's balls and released his magic into Jan's body. Jan screamed and came across his own stomach and chest, a flood of semen from countless withheld orgasms.
Jan collapsed, gasping for breath, and Dez grabbed him by the hips and buried his cock deep in his ass. Jan whimpered and squirmed, pulling against the ropes, but Dez pounded into him until he felt his own release approaching; a heaviness in his gut, a tightening of his body, a great, shuddering ache growing inside him. He gasped as he came, spilling his seed deep inside Jan.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Jan groaned as Dez pulled out and his whole body trembled. Without a word, Dez untied him, his wrists and ankles rubbed raw. Jan lay as though dead, covered in his own come with Dez's leaking out of him. Dez fixed his clothes and headed for the door.
"Dez?" Jan said, his voice hoarse. Dez glanced back. "Thanks."
"Anytime," Dez said, and he slipped out into the hallway. He shut the door behind him and made his way down the long hall and across the foyer. As he neared the dining hall, the hum of voices rose like the droning of bees. He entered the magnificent room and strode down the short flight of wide, carpeted steps, glancing around for a familiar face.
Naeven Sactaren, the Traxen mage, stood alone near the corner of the long dining table, surveying the scene with his winter blue eyes. Pharis Athamae, the Blue Mage, was talking with Issa Soren, the Wolf Mage, in the middle of the room. Sain Arroy, the Fire Mage, was leaning against one of the great marble pillars, entertaining himself by snapping his fingers and conjuring blue flames from the friction.
Dez should...
