«Professor Lustsilk, as promised, I'm here to fulfill my part of the deal.»
Even though I've never said it aloud, my fear of Professor Morgana Lustsilk runs even deeper than Viktoria's. More than anyone else in Astralea, I've seen her darkest side up close. Whenever I'm left alone with her, a crushing anxiety grips me, my heart pounds as if it might burst through my chest. I can't shake the feeling that something terrible could happen at any moment. Yet she's a crucial piece in my path toward absolute strength.
Morgana Lustsilk, a woman of stunning beauty and sensuality despite her age, waits for me, sprawled across the luxurious purple sofa in her office. A mischievous smile curves her lips, her eyes brimming with desire. After shutting the door behind me, I quickly unbuckle my belt and push my pants down to my ankles.
«So impatient. I didn't think you still longed for me this much,» Morgana teases with playful insolence.
«You know very well that's not the case,» I snap back. «Viktoria and Jasmine are waiting to have lunch with me, so let's get this over with.»
«That depends entirely on you, my boy.»
She moves closer, seductive, sliding off the lower part of her lingerie and letting it fall along her thighs until it hangs around her knees. She leans forward against a cabinet, offering me her round, perfect ass.
I wrap my right hand around her waist, while my left yanks on her long red hair. I start fucking her with all the strength I have, as if I could drive out my fears through the pain I deliver—yet the effect is the opposite.
Her cries of pleasure and moans echo through the room. Morgana has always been a woman who loves violent sex, and even though I intend not to let her enjoy more than necessary, this is also the quickest way for me to finish, since I take pleasure in this kind of act as well.
«You… you're incredible today…» she pants. «It feels like I'm fucking the Jade Kyndrake from four years ago… aaah… I haven't felt this good in years…»
I can't deny that in the past my desire for her was real. Morgana had been my erotic dream since my very first day at Astralea, and it didn't take long before I made that dream come true: the night I won my first semester tournament, I already had my face buried between her thighs. But as the years passed, fear of her grew stronger than attraction.
«That girl… aaah… she really gave you trouble, didn't she? If only you had used that magic… you would have defeated her instantly…»
She stretches her arms back, grabbing my thighs to pull me deeper inside her.
«I've told you a thousand times I won't resort to that filth,» I snap.
I feel her inner muscles tighten, her moans growing sharper and more intense. As much as I refuse to admit it, Morgana has never stopped haunting my deepest fantasies. And as always when we fuck, my fear slowly dissolves, replaced only by desire.
I grab her full breasts and twist her toward me. I taste her soft lips, always tinted with that irresistible blood-red lipstick, my tongue slipping into her mouth. My hands, guided by instinct, slide beneath her short black dress, exploring every curve of a body I know all too well.
«Only you can make me this wet… aaah…» Morgana moans. «I've never met anyone like you…»
I lift her up, gripping her thighs, my fingers digging into her skin as I carry her to the couch. I lay her down and climb on top of her, tearing off her clothes in impatience. My cock slides inside her again and again, our sweaty bodies pressed so tightly together it feels as if they could fuse.
At last, I sense climax approaching, and Morgana knows it too.
«Not a single drop can go to waste…» she murmurs.
As always. That's our deal: giving her my seed in exchange for her private lessons. She's never told me why, and I know it's not to conceive a child, but I've never really cared to ask.
We climax together in frightening synchronicity, as if our bodies had forged a symbiotic bond over the years. A sickening thought.
The moment I finish releasing inside her, clarity floods back.
I try to pull away, but her arms keep me pressed against her. The resistance I show is only for appearances. Deep down, I too want the feel of her naked skin and the tender caresses she always offers after sex.
I rest my face against her soft, full breasts while she gently strokes my back.
«Jade, I can see such anguish in your eyes,» she murmurs. «What have I done to deserve this? I don't believe I ever gave you a reason to fear me.»
Her voice sounds genuinely pained, but fear is the hardest feeling to hide. I've never been good at masking my emotions. Being this close to her only makes it worse.
My silence speaks louder than words.
«You're afraid of my power, aren't you?» she presses. «I can feel it, Jade. You're terrified of everything I've taught you about Shadow Magic, and you fear me because you know I'm the most powerful person you'll ever meet in your life… but that's also what draws you to me. You don't have to be afraid. I'll never let anything happen to you, my little Jade.»
Morgana pulls me tighter, and I sink deeper between her breasts.
«Why are you teaching me all this? I mean Shadow Magic. And why me?» I ask.
«I chose you because you're special. Maybe you haven't realized it yet, but you have a rare gift. But I must admit, your year has been unusually fruitful in this regard. Your friends too—Selene, Arielle, Jasmine, and Viktoria—show some aptitude for Shadow Magic, though far weaker than yours. That's why I decided to focus on you. And also…»
She falls silent.
«Also?» I press her.
Morgana shakes her head.
«Nothing, it's still too soon for you to know…»
«Know what?»
Her face darkens, and she looks away.
«Your friends are waiting for you.»
Damn, she's right!
I spring to my feet, about to leave, but she catches my wrist.
«Not a single drop must go to waste…» she murmurs again, mischievously.
She leans down toward my erection, still hard and throbbing. Her tongue slowly circles the head, carefully cleaning every trace of semen.
She smiles at me.
«Perfect, now you can go.»