Chapter Ten
At last Mistress climbed off of me. My spent c**k slipped limply out of her. The only juices adhering to it were hers, and not a single bit of seed dripped out of her body as gravity should have dictated. It had all been imbibed and consumed, along with every iota of the vitality I presently had to give. Mistress confirmed this as I lay utterly inert: slack-jawed, drooling, fuzzily unfocused and barely breathing on the bed of my deflowering.
“That’s enough for one night. It’s a good thing I only suggested a half-dozen orgasms rather than promising it. The soul is nearly inexhaustible, but I doubt your body would survive another such draining. It would be too much for you and far too soon. Despite my best sorcery you are just too innately good for your own ambitions.”
Guttura
