CH 83: A Mad Milf?

{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

In preparation, I wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her against my chest once more.

The other reached my wand, and I cast several spells in rapid succession, conjuring an anal plug and coating that with several spells.

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"No! Not there!" she shouted when she felt the cold tip of the anal plug against her puckered hole, but it was too late.

I slowly pushed it in, feeling little resistance thanks to its magical lubrication. She tried to move, but the pain from the sudden movement warned her before I could.

"Do you think still think that you have a say in things?" I said, unable to keep myself from laughing as I pushed the plug even deeper, making her cry in pain.

After placing it, I have cast a few more spells, just to make sure that she wouldn't be able to remove it.

She could try to dispel, of course, but it would be really surprised if a slutty housewife could dispel a spell done by the Elder Wand. "I charmed it to stay in there safely, so you won't have any problems from it, other than the obvious discomfort of course," I explained.

"You can't expect me to walk around with that in my ass," she argued, which might have been a bit more effective if she wasn't leaning against my chest, her eyes closed as she tried to process the pain, sounding like a petulant child.

"Of course I can," I simply said. "I charmed it so that you can't remove it. I'll remove it when I return this weekend, properly of course."

"No! I need to go back to France," she exclaimed.

"You better change your plans, then, because I have no intention of following you to France. If you go there, it stays in forever," I explained. She looked dismissive, but I decided not to enlighten her about the impossibility of removing it without my assistance.

She would doubtlessly learn that on her own, triggering the little surprise I left there as a surprise. "Now, stand up," I said, highlighting my order with a merciless spank on her generous ass that echoed in the room and left a red mark behind, marking the territory I plan to take the next time.

"You bastard," she murmured as she used her full strength to push herself to her feet, managing to balance herself despite the pain and her trembling legs. She made an attempt to turn, but I grabbed her arm. "What do you want now!" she ordered.

"You need to clean your mess before leaving," I ordered, pointing at my crotch. "With your mouth, of course."

"You think that-" she started, but I waved my wand, and her plug started buzzing, Her legs lost all of their powers under the unexpected stimuli, and she collapsed in front of me like a servant ready to please her master —something I wanted to turn into reality if possible.

"Excellent," I said even as I pat her head in an exaggerated motion before pointing at my erection. "Now, you just need to finish cleaning up, and you can go."

She turned her gaze to me, trying to look determined, but a flick of my wand made the plug buzz once more. She bit her lips, but stood still.

Another flick made the plug grow, forcing a pained yelp off her in the process. Under pain, her gaze fell down. Then, she surrendered, and started reaching for my shaft.

"Use only your lips and tongue," I ordered, earning yet another angry glare, but that didn't prevent her from leaning forward. Technically, she did use her hands when she pressed them against my knees to balance herself, but I was merciful enough to let that slip.

A gasp escaped my mouth when her lips enveloped my crown, because her tongue joined the fray almost immediately, holding an impressive display of her skills. It seemed that she wasn't only relying on her allure and natural beauty to get ahead.

"Not bad, but don't neglect the sides," I reminded at her, earning a bit of teeth as a reward.

Since I had no intention of allowing something like that, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back painfully. "Careful," I reminded at her, my tone sharp. "And like I said, don't neglect the sides."

Despite the fury dancing behind her eyes, she followed my direction after a fashion, pressing her lips on the side of my shaft before slowly moving down. "Not like that, sweetie," I said to her. "Do it properly, I want to feel the warmth of your beautiful mouth."

"You mean…" she murmured in shock, realizing I was asking for a deepthroat. I nodded sharply, underlined with a short vibration of her plug. She looked conflicted, so I decided to help a bit and grabbed her hair once more, this time pushing her head down. "No-" she tried to say, but she was silenced by my shaft.

She pressed her hands on my knees once more, this time trying to push herself away, but I had no intention of letting her go.

I pushed her deeper and deeper, and soon, my crown was tickling the entrance of her throat, but her lips were yet to touch the base of my shaft. "Ready?" I asked.

Her response—a slap on my thigh—was hardly positive, but the situation wouldn't have come to this point if I had any intention of respecting her boundaries, so I pushed her down, forcing her throat to clamp around my presence.

Her panic told me that—unlike the calmer variety of blowjob—she was a true novice when it came to giving deepthroats. Understandable considering her preference toward more controlled forms of sexy combined with her natural advantages.

A normal wizard didn't have a hope of resisting a touch of her tongue, so pushing her for more was simply impossible for them.

But not for me.

I tightened my grip on her beautiful blonde locks before pushing her down further, enjoying her gasps and gags.

Since one of my hands was still empty, I reached down and grabbed her breasts, once again mauling them to my desire, marring them thoroughly.

I wanted her to remember me when she looked at the mirror.