It took some time to find what Lorelei had called the Earth Witch, as neither of us had taken much time to explore the academy. The statue stood near the back of a long corridor filled with stained glass windows on one wall and row after row of paintings on the other. The paintings all were faded from the constant sunlight, but many still looked stunning. I imagined during the evening with the sunlight lower, it would have been a very pleasant hallway to walk down.

Brandi led the way, and I found it impossible not to watch her skirt as it swayed from side to side, fluttering against her white thighs. Her hair bounced with each step she took, her walk purposeful and so female that my mind wandered. By the time we reached the door, I was halfway hard and doing my best to make it go down.

She tried the key on the door and we heard a loud clack as the lock undid itself. As soon as she pressed down on the handle, the door opened wide. The room on the other side could have been built for royalty. The farthest wall rounded out in the middle with a bay window and enough room for two sitting chairs. The wall on the right had a fireplace with a love seat before it and two lamps on side tables. The fire flickered to life as we stepped in, a scent that I could only think of as autumn wound its way throughout the room.

The rest of the windows were arched high, almost touching the vaulted ceiling, but from my mental map of the academy, there should not have been a way to have windows that looked outside. Yet, the courtyard stood outside with trees shivering in the wind.

To our left was a massive bed that stood raised from the rest of the room. Large, dark wood posts held up the massive mattress that sat on top. An orange comforter, trimmed with a dull gold lace, laid on top with two sets of pillows following the same color scheme. Beside the bed was a side table with a little alarm clock. A pair of metal bells sat on top of the circular time face.

A fantasy, I thought as I turned in place. A room like this was just a fantasy for a slum kid like me, a place in a book. It felt even more so with Brandi in the room. She seemed just as taken, her soft pink eyes wide and searching with her mouth parted.

“Wow…”

“Right?” I said, and she jumped a little. It seemed she forgot that I was still in the room, and she gave an embarrassed smile. “Never thought I’d end up seeing something like this person.”

“Didn’t even dare to dream of something so… pretty,” she said and went to the fire to warm her hands. The pleased look on her face made my heart skip a beat and when she made her way back around the love seat to stand in front of me I could feel my heart struggle to keep a steady rhythm. She removed her jacket and draped it over the back of the loveseat. Then she began work on the buttons of her sleeves and all I could do was watch.

She gave a slight laugh. “Gonna be tough to get down to business with all those clothes on.”

“Are we just going…”

She cocked her head. “Just going to what? Fuck? Yeah, that is the plan, and it’s pretty important to the whole bonding thing, ya know?”

“No, I get that, it’s just… I don’t know,” I said and moved to lean against the back of the loveseat. “I just always thought it would end up being different.”

“Oh? Like what? You want to sweep me off my feet? Go on a few dates first and then have me beg for you take me in the back room of O’Donna’s tavern? Or were you thinking something more romantic like? Like they do in those romance books?” She grinned as she finished undoing the button on her right sleeve and pulled her shirt free of the band of her skirt. The way the tails of the shirt hung down in front of her skirt made it hard to focus until she was right in front of me. “Oh please, Aidan, take me. You’re the love of my life, the only thing that I can think about.” She grabbed my hand and put it between her breasts. “Feel that? That’s my heart beating only for you.”

“Your heart is pounding even harder than mine,” I said and she pulled away as her cheeks took on a pink color.

“Ass,” she said without facing me. “Whatever. We doing this or what?”

“Are you sure you want to?”

“You ask me that again and I’m gonna land a swift kick between your legs and you won’t be bonding with any witch for a while.” She worked on the buttons of her blouse and faced me again. She wore a plain blue bra and, while her breasts were only about a handful, she had a surprising amount of cleavage to show. I was hard in an instant as she slipped out of her shirt and let it fall lazily to the ground. She gave me an annoyed glance as she took her shoes off. “I’m not the only one that’s gonna be naked for this. Get a move on.”

She came over and grabbed my jacket, forcing it down and trapping my arms behind me. She grinned as I glared down at her.

“I can’t get it off like this,” I said, my voice thick as she pressed her body against mine.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you trapped then? Have my way with you just like you want to do with me.”

I cocked my head at her words. “You think I just want to fuck, huh?”

“I think if any girl opened her legs in your direction, you’d have dived in like a starving dog being presented a meal.” She pulled at my jacket harder and it slipped off.

With my hands free, I reached out and took her by the shoulders. I didn’t know what I planned to do until I pulled her close and bent so that our lips met. A surprised moan from her filled my mouth, but she kissed back. We were both awkward at it, but there was a heat in the fumbling of mashing lips. A desire for the touch of another.

She pulled back first and struggled to keep an annoyed look.

“Who said you could kiss me?”

“Who said I couldn’t? You liked it well enough.”

She blew out a breath and couldn’t meet my eyes. “W—whatever. I thought we’d just bang and get this over with, but that don’t seem to be something you can do. You have a thing for me?”

Confused, I jerked back from her. “What? I —

"I’m just messing with you. Get those damn clothes off. We are already running our time short just messing about like this.” With a quick movement of her fingers her skirt pooled around her feet and she wore a pair of panties the same color as the bra. I noticed something else, darker patches of skin played across her upper thighs and hips, curling around her body. There weren’t that many, but they looked jagged, almost like scars of some sort. She was removing her stockings when she noticed that I hadn’t moved. She followed my gaze and then stood straight.

“Is it deal breaking?” She asked. No worry or concern. It was a question.

“No, but what… it’s none of my business. Forget it.”

“You’re right, it ain’t any of yours, but since you’re gonna see all of it I guess it’s best to give some kind of explanation.” She bent and slid her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood with her legs slightly apart and turned in place. The slit between her legs was on full display beneath a trimmed patch of pink and blonde pubic hair.

The darker skin wound around her thighs, just below the puffy lips of her slit and then up her ass and to the two dimples on her lower back. There were two large marks near her shoulder blades as well. “It’s caused by the saturate in my blood. It… well, they say it pollutes my womb so that any child I have will be born with the same condition. Once it’s in a bloodline it don’t go away.”

“I heard something about those with the saturate, but never that.”

“Oh? Have you? What did you hear?” She grinned, and I found it strange with how comfortable she seemed being mostly exposed to a guy she just met.

“I don’t know if you wan—” she glared, and I gulped. “That… that having sex with one can make your dick fall off or your pussy seal up. That those that are cursed don’t get any pleasure from doing it.”

She snorted. “Well, we’ll have to wait and see if your dick falls off. The second part,” she shrugged and reached down to push apart her lower lips to show her clit. She ran a finger over it and looked back to me. “I get just fine pleasure from this little nub here, but don’t know if it can do the same with a guy’s touch.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“What? You think with stories of fellas’ dicks falling off that there is a lot of boys looking to get in my pants?”

“I guess not, but with how you’re standing there I figured this wasn’t your first time.”

She shrugged and came over, her hands going to the belt of my pants to keep her steady as she dropped to her knees. “Well, if you’re brave enough to risk your little prick here, we should get a move on. I’ve done some reading on how the bonding works and it can take a while once we’re together.” Her hand cupped my dick which strained against my pants. “But with how hard you are I don’t think you’ll last too long before shooting off.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” I said with little confidence. She ignored me and undid my belt and then pulled my zipper down. She reached into the opening of my pants. Her hands were like ice as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft. I gave a gasp and shifted away from her, but she had me by the dick and I wasn’t going very far.

She pulled it out into the chill of the room. I wasn’t that large and while I had no reference beyond medical books I had gotten my hands on, I guessed I was average to slightly above. The amazed look on Brandi’s face made me forget all about the cold.

“Wow, forget the fire,” she said as she ran her thumb along the underside of the shaft which sent a shiver up my spine. “I could just hold this and it would keep my hands warm forever. It’s so hard, too. I didn’t think it would get this hard.”

“I didn’t either,” I said, my teeth gritted as she ran her fingers the length of the shaft and to the tip. She rubbed a finger over the head and grinned up at me.

“You’re leaking here.”

“Yeah…” I said, still trying my best to not go over the edge at just her few touches. It didn’t help when she put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She made a face that said she didn’t agree with the taste.

“Well, not the worse thing I’ve tasted, but it’s up there. When d’you last shower?”

“This morning?” I said as it was tough to keep my thoughts straight. She sighed and shifted forward.

“Guess that’s the best I can hope for,” she said and then, without warning, she slid my dick into her mouth. Warmth enveloped me and as her tongue ran over the groove at the bottom of my head, it was all I could do not to slip over the edge. The willpower not to faded quickly as she took more into her mouth until I could feel my tip touching her throat as her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft.

I was at her whim and after one well placed rub of her tongue I went over the edge in a shivering, groaning climax. It left my heart thudding and my eyes hazy. I fell against the back of the love seat, and Brandi followed me forward with a slight moan.

She clamped her lips around me as I came, her tongue dancing and I could feel her struggle to swallow after each spurt, but she managed. She only removed her mouth to draw in more air once I finished. She coughed a few times, strands of saliva clinging to her lips which she wiped away with the back of her hand. When she looked up to me, her eyes narrowed.

“Gods above, were you saving up for something? Almost choked me.”

“No, it just… it just felt too good,” I said while trying to get my breathing under control. She seemed pleased with the answer and stood.

“Glad to hear it, but it still doesn’t taste very good. Let’s see if it worked.”

“If what worked?” I asked, but she ignored me as she focused on something in the air that I couldn’t see.

“Yeah, thought so. Some girls were talking about how you could get your magic seeded without bonding if you swallowed a mage’s… well, you know. But nope, none of my magic is seeded.” She pouted. “Guess we have to be bonded before it’ll work.”

“Wait, they think giving a mage a BJ will get their magic seeded?” I said with a laugh. “A mage had to spread that lie.”

She shrugged. “Some girls are pretty desperate to get their magic seeded and there are only so many mages.”

“Not that desperate,” I said as I stood straight. She gave a small laugh as she undid her bra and tossed it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Her breasts were perky, almost triangle shaped with small pink nipples that were fully erect. They fit her frame perfectly.

“Of course they are, but most are trying to hold out for something better. New mages appear every year so they were hoping a more powerful one would show up before they had to… resort to you.”

“If you didn’t just give me a hell of an orgasm, that would have stung.”

The corner of her mouth turned up in a half smile. “It’s the truth, though. You’re low mage here, bottom of the barrel. I don’t mind to be honest as I don’t got any plans to be a brilliant witch that saves the city from beasts of the abyss. I just want to use magic to its full potential now that I have access to it. No one in my family since the saturate was found has had any magical ability. I’m a bit of a strange case.”

“Same for my family from what I remember. Long time since any magic appeared.”

“They say it’s changing, which may explain me and you. But, look at us, talking history with your dick hanging out and me fully bare.” She laughed, her cheeks taking on a red tinge that brought out freckles on her face I hadn’t noticed before. “You think you can get it up again? The girls at the tavern said virgins could always go a few rounds after their cock was unloaded the first time.

“The girls?” I asked and worked on the buttons of my shirt. “You don’t mean Sheira and her whores, do you?”

“Oh? You know of them? I thought you were the good kind of boy.”

I chuckled. “There isn’t much good about me once you dig deeper.”

She placed her hands on her hips as she turned and sauntered toward the bed. She flopped back on it with a sigh. “Well, if that’s the case, come and show me what kind of boy you are. Come get your witch.”

She laid with her legs bent over the edge and her knees apart. The sight of her red slit glistening in the mid-day sun was enough to get me back to full hardness. I wanted to just dive in, to feel the warmth of her sex, but I resisted that urge and walked to the bed. When I stood above her she looked up with hooded eyes, her lips parted and her chest moving with each deep breath she took. It was obvious she expected me to just enter and get to work, but I decided to return her earlier favor and dropped to my knees before her.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked as she sat up. I ignored her and used my fingers to spread her lower lips to see the wet pink inside. Her clit was swollen and appeared from under its hood as I slowly explored her folds. I had only once before seen the lower part of a girl and it was with those very girls from the tavern she seemed so familiar with. As a bunch of drunk boys with a bit too much coin after a good score, we asked Sheira to show us. We weren’t allowed to touch, but she explained a bunch of things.

“Aidan? Come on, don’t waste time—” Brandi cut herself off with a gasp as I placed my mouth over her clit and gently sucked on it. Her taste was strange, but like she had said, it wasn’t the worse thing I had ever tasted and in some ways I knew it was a taste I would come to enjoy as the sounds she made were intoxicating.

With so little experience I had to rely on the motions of her body and the sound of her breathing to know when I hit the mark or missed it. She gave a few breathy directions, but mostly her sounds were tiny mewls and throaty groans that drove me insane. Her juices continued to flow, some of it mixing with my saliva and dripping down to the sheets as I alternated between lapping between her folds and paying attention to the little nub at top. The heat from her was overwhelming and when I slowly slid a finger into her, it almost felt like putting my finger in an oven. Her back arched as I pushed to the second knuckle and continued my work with my tongue.

Her fingers found their way into my hair, her nails scraping across my scalp as she looked for any kind of purchase to push me forward and at the same time move me away. Her legs were tight against my shoulders and I could feel that tightly wound spring I had seen in her in the tent tighten too far. It would snap and I wanted nothing more in my life than to see it.

She froze. Her fingers were tight in my hair, her legs squeezed my shoulders. Her breathing stilled so that all that came from her was a low, guttural groan. It ended with a choked gasp and her hips jerking away as I continued to lick. Her body shivered a few more times, her breath in time with them until she pushed my head back and relaxed onto the bed. Slight tremors caused her breathing to hitch every few seconds as she tried to calm down. Her face and upper chest were bright red and her nipples were as hard as nails.

“H—holy shit,” she muttered thickly. I crawled up and laid against her side. She stared up at the ceiling, her eyes glistening and her mouth parted. I watched her, enjoying all the little reactions and changes in her face as the tremors subsided. There was a smell to her, an earthy scent that I wouldn’t have associated with her until then. It had a sweetness to it, like the forest after the rain.

She looked over and after a second where it seemed she didn’t know who I was, she grinned.

“Where d’you learn that?”

“Didn’t really learn, just lots of overheard conversation and a bit of spying on the whores,” I said and she laughed.

“What a sad state we are. Image if we had any experience.”

“I already am,” I said, and she rolled onto her side to face me. “You really for the next… part?”

“You mean putting this in me?” she asked as her hand found my erect dick where it had been poking her in the leg. She gave it a few slow strokes and stuck her tongue out to catch it between her teeth. “It’s back to its original hardness.”

“Seeing you cum would make anyone hard as a rock.”

“Oh really?” She rolled on top of me and straddled my waist. My dick was pressed down with the lips of her pussy sandwiching it. I could feel her wetness leaking over top of my shift which allowed her to slide back and forth. She leaned forward, overtop of me, and brought her face to a few inches from my mine. “You want to make me come again?”

“Yes,” I said, breathlessly.

“You want to bury yourself inside me as deep as you can, yeah? Just thrust into me and make me cry out every time you slam this rock hard prick of yours into my soft insides?” She grinned ear to ear, but I swore I could feel her wetness drip even more as she talked. “You want to come inside me, don’t you? Seed my magic like I’m a witch whore?”

“Yes,” I said in an even more choked voice as she continued to slide back and forth along my shaft. She gave a small moan and bent down to catch my lips. We kissed for a few seconds, but it was a distraction. She lifted her hips and the cold of the room rushed back across my cock and then the end of it was engulfed in the wettest and warmest thing I had ever felt.

Brandi pulled back and stayed up on her knees, her back arched. I looked down to where we were joined and slowly more of my shaft disappeared inside of her. She breathed heavily, her flat belly pushing in and out as her small breasts rose and fell. She stared at me and her hands found their way to my chest as she pushed down more. The movement grabbed a cry from her throat and in an instant I was fully inside her. She sat motionless for a moment, her face turned toward the ceiling as tiny jolts ran over her body. A few seconds later she let out a deep groan and leaned forward, her hair haloing her face. “It feels bigger than it looked.”

“It’s the tightest thing I’ve ever felt,” I said, and she smiled, her cheeks rosy and eyes searching over my face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said as she rolled her hips a little. “Just getting use to it. Bit strange to feel so… full.”

I placed my hands on her hips, the motion of them was almost enough to take me over the edge. “What do we do now?”

“We…” she started and rose her hips up and then dropped back down. I was never outside of her, but somehow it felt like I slid in deeper. “Do this until we’re bonded. I want to bond with you, do you want to with me?”

“Like crazy,” I said.

“Good, that’s the biggest part. Other than that,” she rolled her hips again, and it drew a grunt from her. “W—we keep doing this and it should happen on its own.”

“How will we know when we’re bonded?”

She shrugged. Her movements were becoming bigger and all I could do was hold on and try not to pay attention to the sexy moans she made or the softness that wrapped so warmly around me. “Other girls have said you can’t mistake it, but it’s different for each bonding. It depends on the witch and mage.”

“So I can’t come until you’re ready to?”

“Don’t know. Why? Are you close already?”

“I mean, I have a sexy girl on top of me making all kinds of cute noises.. I don’t think it’s fair to judge me p—poorly. Don’t do that,” I said as her inner walls constricted around me and she slid up just a little before dropping back down. It nearly did me in.

“I’m sure you've got more than one in there for me, so if you gotta, you gotta,” she said and arched away from me as her right hand went to her chest and she rubbed her palm across her left breast. She moved her hips, the rhythm awkward as she seemed to be trying to find what felt best. It wasn’t long before she rode me and the sound of flesh slapping together echoed in the room along with her carefree moans and my struggling ones.

It was too much for me, the heat and wetness, just everything about her. I came so hard that I couldn’t take a breath. Every muscle tightened to almost a painful amount until the first jet came forth and then it was a rolling pleasure from my groin to my chest. I gripped her hips as her quick motions were becoming almost painful as I let the last spurt out into her depths.

She stopped and looked down at me, her breath heavy. “You just came in me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah…” I said, feeling liked I had been dropped into a furnace. Sweat beaded across my forehead and I wiped at it while trying to catch my breath.

“I thought I’d be able to feel more of it… it’s just more heat in my core. It’s kind of nice,” she said as she placed a hand to the bottom of her stomach. She pressed down, and I felt the added pressure from it. “But we aren’t done yet.”

“It’s almost painful…” I said as she moved again.

“You can bare it a little longer, I’m not too far away,” she said, her voice almost pleading. I realized then that there wouldn’t be a time that I could resist a plea from her.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her and rolled her over so she lay on the bed under me. She looked to be about to say something in annoyance, so I pulled almost completely out and then pushed in slowly. Whatever she wanted to say got caught in her throat. I did it again but didn’t pull out quiet as far. It was all I could stand just then, and I was pleased that she seemed to enjoying it. It wasn’t long before the annoyed look returned.

“Harder,” she said hoarsely. “I need it harder… it’ll be enough then… I know it. Aidan, do it harder.”

I listened, the sensitivity be damned. I sped up to a steady pace where our hips were slamming together. Her hands were to her side and gripping tufts of blanket as a loving gasp escaped her every time I buried myself inside. I picked up both of her legs so I could go at a different angle and held them against my chest. Her gasps turned to a low moan as she arched her hips up to meet me. “Ther—there—stay there. Don’t you—don’t you fucking do anything different—I’ll adjust if I n-need to.”

I listened and kept my pace, but I could feel myself approaching the edge. She pulled her legs free to lay on my shoulders. I watched her face, the way her eyes squeezed closed and relaxed with each motion I made. She bit her lower lip for a moment and then opened her eyes and stared at me. “That’s it—just like that.”

Her eyes rolled back some, and I felt her orgasm as her walls pulsed around me. She arched her body off the bed and without using her hands pulled herself up and into my arms. I held her as I continued to pump in and out, desperate for my release. It came as hers hit its peak. She shivered in my arms as I unloaded inside of her, her soft insides seemingly hungry for it.

Sparks appeared around us, little blue fireflies that zipped in a circle. I thought at first they were illusions caused by my orgasm, but I had already started to come down when they filled out around us.

Brandi still shivered in my arms, her hips bucking into me. The sparks grew in number and then more joined, these new ones a pinkish hue. They danced around us, the blue and pink sparks paring off and spinning around each other. Then they joined, creating a light purple spark in a small flash. This repeated until it was just purple sparks around us. I felt heat and a light shock all over my body as the sparks touched down on me. A net of them formed and they floated down to absorb into us.

Brandi finally calmed down. She looked up to me, her eyes hooded. She shivered one last time and licked her lips. “I never… I thought I would die. So much… I don’t what to call it, but it felt overwhelming.”

“I think it worked,” I said as I loosened my arms around her. We were both covered in sweat and the chill of the room began to break through the heat of our orgasms and bonding. “Guess we’re bonded now.”

“No one talked about it being like that. It was almost too much to take.” She smiled and lifted herself up so she could catch my lips with hers. “Sorry. I don’t why,” she said sheepisly as she settled back down, my member slipping completely in her again. “Just had to.”

“I really don’t mind,” I said and laid her back down. I slowly pulled myself from her and as the head of my dick came out a river of fluids followed. There wasn't anything around to wipe it up with, so I got up to get a towel.

“I didn’t think it possible, but I feel so… empty now,” she said lazily as I came back and helped her lift her hips. She had an arm over her eyes, not caring a bit about what was leaking from her. “And yet more filled everywhere else. It’s strange…”

I saw on the edge of the bed and watched her. Seeing her in such a state was almost enough for me to want to take her again, but I restrained myself. I didn’t have it in me. She gave a small giggled and peeked out from under her arm.

“What?” I asked.

“I felt that,” she said and sat up some.

“Felt what?”

“You wanted me again, I felt that desire from you. It’s must’ve been because of the bond. I guess powerful emotions will transfer between us.” She sat up and looked down at the towel with a disgusted look. “Gods, how you had so much stored up in those balls of yours I’ll never understand. Could have made a balloon out of me with a bit more.”

“It’s your fault for being so damn cute.”

“Psh, yeah, yeah. I need a shower.” She stood and a strand of our mixed juices traveled down her leg as she went to the bathroom. She paused at the doorway and looked back at me. “You could use one too. Come on, no reason to waste water.”

I jumped up from the bed and hurried across the room, gathering her up and pulling her into the bathroom. We spent the rest of the time we had under the heat of the shower or on the bathroom tile where we explored each other's bodies and our newly made bond.