“Hello, welcome to Ravens Rock, if you need help finding anything let me know.” Said Raven sitting behind the counter. She wasn’t really paying attention, she was reading an ancient looking book with cracked brown leather and thread bindings.
Glances at the book she is reading, then at the cleavage on display before quickly looking away. "Frederick D'Lay's grimoire. A fine specimen. Good afternoon young lady. Perhaps you could help find a few tomes?" He gives her his most charming of smiles as he gestures to the shelves surrounding them.
She peeked over the edge of the book to see who was speaking, "Oh hello! Sure thing. May I ask what kind of tomes you're looking for?" She smiled softly at him, shy and timid as always.
"Indeed. I seek the spellbook of Lucy the Whore. A witch who crafted sexual spells and potions about 300 years ago. I was told you might have a copy."
She bit her lip and nodded slowly, "That is quite the... interesting request," she said softly. Then she glanced around the shop before continuing, "I do have a copy of that spellbook. But it's restricted to those who can prove they are over 18 years old and... experienced with such matters." She blushed as she said the last part.
He smiles at her as he chuckles. Running a hand over his bearded chin he winks at her. "I believe I have the first part covered. Would you care to test the second part, yourself? I can assure you a wizard of my years is quite... experienced.""
She looked at him with curiosity and uncertainty in her eyes before slowly nodding her head. "Alright... I suppose I can trust you..." She hesitated a moment more, then stood up from behind the counter, walking around it to stand beside him. Her heart raced with nervousness and excitement, unsure of what was about to happen.
"Brace yourself. I'll give you just a small sample." He mutter a charm and leans in. He embrace her, his lips against hers. As soon as their lips meet she feels a wave a pleasure spread outward from her sex. Her body melts into his larger form as he supports her with his arms, her knees weak. Their lips parts as he holds her a moment more until she can stand on her own, he releases her.
Raven could hardly believe the sensation coursing through her body as he kissed her. Her cheeks flushed red and she trembled in his arms, unable to think straight. The pleasure was overwhelming, making her crave more. She moaned softly into his mouth as their lips locked together once again, her hands clutching at his clothes, desperate for contact. When he released her, she stood there breathless and dazed, unsure of what had just happened or how to react. But one thing was certain: she wanted more. Her eyes met his and a shy smile crept across her lips as she said, "I... I guess that proves it."
"Thank you. You make an old man feel young again." He says with a wink. "Now if we could find Lucy's spellbook."
Her cheeks still felt hot as she went to retrieve the book, blushing furiously as she did so. "Here it is," she said softly, handing him the leather-bound tome. It was clearly well-worn, with faded script on its cover and age spots marring the pages within. She stepped back, wondering if there was anything else he might need or want before saying goodbye. Her heart felt strange in her chest - lighter somehow. She wasn't sure what that meant.
"Ah, good." He takes the book from her and sets it on a table. He flips through it, then smiles. "Since I can't take this out of here is there a lab where I could brew a potion?"
"Of course," Raven replied softly, leading him to the back of the shop where there was a small laboratory setup. "Here's everything you should need," she said, gesturing towards various jars, beakers, and ingredients scattered about on an old worktable. "Just let me know if you need any help." She stood off to the side, watching him with curious eyes as he began to mix the ingredients together according to the instructions in Lucy's spellbook. The smell of herbs and potions filled the air, making Raven feel more at home than ever before.
Carefully follows the directions and performs the chants and rituals. After a while he finally produces a jar of ointment. "{{char}}, my dear, perhaps you would be willing to assist me after all?"
"Of course," she replied softly, coming around the table to stand beside him. "What would you like me to do?" Her voice trembled slightly, and she could feel her cheeks heat up as she realized what she was offering to help with. The feeling of desire and nervousness coursing through her made it hard to think straight. Her eyes met his for a moment before darting away again, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. She wondered if he could tell how much this was affecting her.
He turns to face her and her eyes widen in shock. The erection jutting up from his crotch looks like a log. The sight of it filles her with a mixture of horror and desire. He extend the jar of ointment to her. "Would you be so kind as to rub this on my cock for me?"
Her heart raced as she took the jar from his hand. She hesitantly reached out and grasped his shaft, feeling it throbbing in her palm. Slowly but surely, she began to apply the ointment to him, moving up and down with a trembling hand. Her cheeks burned crimson as she did so, unable to meet his eyes. The sensation of touching his skin this way was incredibly arousing, making her body tingle all over. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing larger by the second as she continued massaging him, feeling more and more out of control with desire. This was new to her; something she had never experienced before. It frightened her but it also excited her beyond measure.
"Ah that feels amazing {{char}}. You see I have a problem. This monster rod of mine is just too big for any woman. But this ointment...." He steps forward and his shaft slips out of her grasps and between her thighs, until she's straddling it like a balance beam. "Should make it so now they can. Care to test it young lady?"
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his shaft slide between her legs, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She trembled with need as he asked if she wanted to test it, feeling so out of control and yet powerfully aroused by this strange situation. "I-I don't know..." she stammered, biting her lip nervously. But even as she hesitated, a part of her longed for him to take her, to make her feel the full force of his desire. She swallowed hard, steeling herself against what was about to come.
She can feel his warm throbbing log through the crotch of her pants as he kisses her again. Their tongues dance as his hands cup her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples. "Yes you do..."
Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her, his hands expertly caressing her body, making her ache with desire. She didn't want this to happen... but she couldn't stop it either. He was too strong, and the way he made her feel... She shuddered beneath his touch, arching her back as she pressed herself against him, wanting more of his touch, more of his heat. Her lips parted as their tongues tangled together, and she moaned softly into his mouth, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, digging in as he touched her, teased her... and finally claimed her. She gasped as he entered her, stretching her more than anything ever had before. The pain was sharp but it only heightened the sensation, making her cry out in a mix of agony and ecstasy. As she adjusted to his size, pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling with need. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on, telling him that there was more she wanted, needed... but not sure if she could survive it.
He can feel her stretch around his unnatural girth and length. He moans in the first true pleasure he has felt in decade. As he beings to slowly fuck her he weaves spells around her, vanishing her clothing and increasing her sensations of pleasure. As the magic allows her to handle his shaft she takes great pleasure the thrusting him deep inside her tight confinds.
As he filled her with his magic and thrust inside her, pleasure overwhelmed every nerve ending in her body. Her moans echoed through the shop as she met him stroke for stroke, their hips grinding together in a rhythm that felt both foreign and familiar all at once. The sensation of freedom without restraint was addicting, making her want more even as it left her panting and aching for air. She gripped his shoulders tightly, arching her back off the table as he drove into her again and again. Every thrust sent shards of pleasure coursing through her core, building up until she thought she might explode from the sensation alone. Her fingers curled into tight fists as the pleasure threatened to consume her entirely; her entire world shrinking down to the feeling of him inside her, moving with unrestrained hunger and lust. She cried out his name, the sound muffled by their lips as they devoured each other in a desperate kiss, their tongues tangling together as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony... or perhaps against it. The tension coiled tight within her began to peak, rising higher and higher with every stroke of his magic wand... until finally she felt the telltale rush of pleasure surging through her veins. "Erc!" She sobbed his name as the climax engulfed her, waves of ecstasy washing over her like a tidal wave. Her nails dug into his shoulders, digging deep into his skin as she thrashed beneath him, writhing and twisting in an attempt to find some release from the pleasure that threatened to consume her whole. And then it was over, leaving her spent and satiated... but already wanting more. She leaned limply against him, breathless and trembling with the aftershocks of the
As her body spasms in climax he finally release his seed deep in her womb. Every burst of semen that crashes into her cervix cause more ripples of orgasm through her. "Guess it works."
Her body quivered and trembled beneath him as he released into her, pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. She leaned against him with a satisfied sigh, breathless but already craving more. "Mmm... yes," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their panting and the echoes of their bodies moving together on the table. As he pulled out of her, spent and sweaty, Raven could feel the familiar ache starting to return between her legs. But for once, she didn't mind it. In fact, she welcomed it. A strange new feeling coursed through her, leaving her curious about what would happen next. "Erc..." she began softly, trailing off uncertainly. She wasn't sure what to say or how to react now that the heat of passion had cooled and reality was setting back in. "Thank you," she finally managed to get out, still blushing as she looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "For everything."
Gives her a little smirk and with a wave she is dressed in a sexy goth style black dress. "If you want to wait about an hour we could test the one for anal sex? What do you say?"
The thought sent another shiver through her body, and she bit her lip in uncertainty before giving him a hesitant nod. "Alright... but I should warn you that the book says it requires even more experience with anal play." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, still not quite believing what was happening to her today. "And if you don't mind..." she continued in a small voice, blushing even deeper, "I'd like to know your name... Erc isn't exactly the most personal of names." She bit her lip nervously, wondering if maybe she should have kept that thought to herself.
"I have many names. Erc, Wizard... but if you like, you may call me... Daddy." He pulls her against him. "And I'd be happy to teach you some more spells to build up your experience."
The nickname caught her off guard; she hadn't expected that. But as he pulled her closer against his strong frame and promised to teach her more spells, a strange warmth spread through her chest. It was... comforting, in a way she had never experienced before. She could feel herself relax into him, trusting him with this newfound knowledge. "D-Daddy," she repeated softly, testing the word on her lips. "I'd like that." Then, after a pause, she added shyly: "Thank you."
He shivers when she says the name. "Oh you're most welcome Babygirl..." he purrs.
Her eyes widen in surprise at the sound of him calling her that. "B-babygirl?" She stammers, blushing furiously once more as she leans into his chest. It felt... good to be called something so intimate. So loved. A small smile curves her lips upwards despite her uncertainty, and she presses herself closer against him, relishing in the feeling of belonging and acceptance that washed over her. "M-maybe I could..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing bravely: "Maybe I could call you... Daddy too?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost afraid to give voice to the desire within her heart.
"You may Babygirl because I am your Daddy." He embraces her, kissing her as she melts into him. "I want to take you home with me. What time do you get off work?"
She blushes even deeper at his words and leans into the kiss, kissing him back with all the passion she feels inside. "I-I usually close up around this time..." she whispers between kisses, her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. The thought of going home with him fills her with both excitement and fear, but somehow, she knows that no matter what happens, Daddy will take care of her... and that's all she needs right now.
As she rushes around closing up he slips the spellbook into his bag, thankful it was able to give him a spell to turn {{char}} into his personal love slave. Once the shop is empty and she has locked the door he grabs her by the waist. "I can't wait until we get to my house. I need you now." He pushes her down into a chair and dive his head between her thighs, his lips covering her sex. "You taste like heaven."
Her breath catches in her throat as he pushes her down into the chair and covers her sex with his mouth, tongue swirling around her folds, teasing her mercilessly. She moans loudly, arching her back off the chair as pleasure coursing through her body makes it impossible to think straight. "Oh God, Daddy..." she whispers brokenly, writhing under his attentions. She doesn't even realize that he's already walking away from her until he pulls her to her feet and leads her out of the shop, promising more pleasure and love once they reach his house. The anticipation is almost too much for her to bear, but she knows that no matter what happens now, it will be okay... because she has him.