Meta Magic Seduction | Rolan
[ smut, fluff, starts intense then becomes playful, Dom!reader, Nb!reader, Bottom!reader, sub!Rolan, magic foreplay. ]
[ Reader is a sorcerer ]
"Cat got your tongue, wizard?"
If only looks could kill, you'd have been 6 feet under by now. And if things were any different, maybe a spell or two would've done the honours instead.
Alas, wizards tend to be quite useless with their mouth all gagged and pretty. Such a shame they can't comprehend the simplest magic tricks of sorcery.
Pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth, Rolan's incomprehensible mumbling only got worse as you reached the back of his throat.
Looking into his abyssal eyes, two golden rings met your gaze. You dared him to bite down or even think of scratching your delicate skin with his teeth.
"Where's your magic now?"
You rolled your hips, forcing a moan after another out of him. His leaking cock squeezed between his own body and your plush thighs. Teasing the thing each time you moved and grinded your hips on top of it.
Light began bending around his hands, sparks flew and a faint glow grew brighter and brighter as he attempted to channel the weave yet again.
You pressed your fingers harder against his tongue, holding it between your two fingers and rubbing it.
The magic fizzled immediately. Without a spoken incantation, his cute little studious magic education was worthless.
You've wanted to do this since the first time you met him, his cocky attitude, his air of false superiority. They just let anyone become a wizard these days, apparently.
But even then, these wizards really forgot their place, first Gale and now Rolan. It's about time you reminded them that no matter how much knowledge they shove down their throats, they will never be chosen by the weave itself like you were.
You are magic incarnation itself. and the only use you have of any wizard is to serve you. That's their true purpose that they forgot.
"And you call yourself a mage, pathetic." After his second failed attempt at casting anything, not even a simple cantrip, you retracted your fingers from his mouth.
Grabbing one of his horns, you pulled his face closer to yours as you observed the mess you made out of him. A look of anger and shame filled his eyes, breathing heavily with drool dripping down the corner of his lips.
But you weren't blind. You saw clearly behind the curtains of hate he veiled his every emotion with. You saw pure arousal.
Pressing your lips against his, Rolan tried resisting you at first, but that act of his quickly faded away as he melted into your mouth. Forgetting his own anger for a second at the taste of your lips, your tongue against his and god, did you always smell so good-
A sudden heat sparked at the tip of his tail, making him jolt as his eyes flew wide open.
With the hold on his horn, you kept him in place, your other hand raised as a flame slowly evaporated from your hand.
Deepening the kiss, you silently cast another spell. A sharp shard of ice resembling a knife. Carefully holding it between your fingers as you ran it over the tip of his tail, slowly teasing the ridges and bumps.
"Look at me." You broke the kiss, "open your mouth wider."
With a look of disbelief, Rolan's eyes darted between you and the ice knife. "You can't be seriously considering-"
Another pull on his horn, "I said open wide. Wizard."
You felt his cock twitch under you. He closed his eyes before opening his mouth in defeat, hands clenched and lips trembling.
"Good, now look at me." For a person who's supposed to be good at following spell instructions, it was honestly embarrassing how much wizards struggled with simple orders.
Rolan begrudgingly obeyed, eyes looking up at you in total submission as his mouth stayed open wide.
"Good boy."
Pressing the flat side of the ice knife on his tongue, the coldness contrasted against the heat inside him. His attempt at squirming to escape the cold only led to his cock getting rubbed against you ever more.
Dragging the knife slowly on his tongue, you watched the sharp edges dull and melt away, leaving nothing but a trail of water dripping from his mouth alongside his own drool.
"You really are a mess if you only could see yourself right now."
Leaning behind, you grabbed his cock from under you as you held the swollen thing in your hand, giving it a firm pump.
"A leaking mess from both ends, very fitting."
With a few more pumps, you forced moan after moan from his mouth. You've been edging him for what felt like hours, and you had no doubt he'd do anything you ask of him for release.
"Tell me, wizard, do you know what education sorcerers get about their magic?" You pressed your thumb against the slit on his cockhead, toying with it and rubbing the sensitive head.
Any attempt Rolan made at speaking ended up being incomprehensible, nothing was even gagging his mouth. Maybe you accidentally fried his brain, how disappointing.
He settled for shaking his head instead.
"None. We get nothing." You tightened your grip against the base of his cock while still toying with the head with the other hand. "You either control it, or die trying."
Your hands were drenched in his precum, the wet sounds of you pumping his cock got louder the faster you went.
"We grew up very aware of our own fragile morality, which is why you don't see us blowing up ourselves very often, you know like your kind tends to do." He was nodding along, clearly brainless and not even comprehending a single word you're saying.
He was getting close, his tail was moving wildly and his thighs were shaking under you.
"You think you can just throw money to buy scrolls and learn spells, as if true magic can ever be bought."
Keeping up the brutal pace, you kept speaking. "Rolan, do you want to cum?"
His haze filled eyes stared at you in desperation, tears collecting at the corners of them. Somehow his skin was even redder than it normally is.
"Ple…" his breath was shaky, "please." He frantically nodded.
You smiled at him.
"Then beg."
Stopping your movement, you gave his cock one final squeeze before leaving it to the cold night air.
"No…nonono you can't I was" To your disappointment, his hand unconsciously reached over to stroke his cock.
You slapped his hand away. To your surprise, he reacted quickly as his hands glowed, lips moving to whisper an incantation.
Not wasting a second, you were even quicker in altering your magic. It barely took any effort to conjure a square beneath him that completely paralysed his body.
"You really don't understand it, do you? Or maybe you simply just can't? It's embarrassing to still be unable to comprehend how much better I am than you in every way." Concentrating on keeping your spell active, you let him completely drink in the feeling of being bound and unable to move below you.
"I thought wizards are supposed to be intelligent, But what's the point of being very smart if you have the wisdom of a magic 8 ball?" Dismissing the square of magic, Rolan was free to move again.
"How did you-"
"I am faster than you, and I can cast more spells in less time. It was never a competition to begin with." You looked at him with disappointment, "and I thought you agreed to obey beforehand when we negotiated how this would go. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Taking a deep breath, Rolan steadied himself as he spoke. "I wasn't thinking….I apologise. My lips moved on their own, and I don't even remember what spell I was casting."
Your gaze softened as you cupped his face gently, "do you want a break? Maybe get some water or just completely stop."
With a quiet chuckle, Rolan shook his head, "by the nine hells no. But thank you, for stopping me"
You smiled at him, "Now, where were we?..."
Moving your hand from his face, you reached upwards as you tugged his horns again. "Oh yes. Beg."
A whine died at the back of Rolan's throat, "please…let me cum" his cock throbbed.
"And why should I? You've been nothing but useless this entire time. What do they even teach you at these schools?" You pulled his horn more, making him wince in pain as he bit his lips to try and suppress the sounds.
Rolan swallowed his pride as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "Please…please mighty sorcerer, let this pathetic wizard cum."
With a snort, you let go of his horns at his embarrassing words. "Maybe there is a use for you after all."
Raising your hips, you moved his cock with your hand until it pressed against the tightness of your entrance. Rolan's breath hitched as his lips trembled. His cock smearing precum against your opening.
Leaning over, you pressed your lips to his again. With a slow sensual kiss, you left his mouth hanging open afterwards. Looked him in the eyes as you opened yours just above his, spitting into his mouth.
"Maybe if I get enough of my fluids inside you, you'll end up with some of my magic." You watched him keep your spit in his mouth, struggling not to swallow it yet. "I guess in a way that'd make me your patron wouldn't it."
Giving him the permission to swallow, you felt his needy cock pressing more against your hole.
"Although you'd end up as a warlock then, wouldn't you?" Pushing your hips down slowly, you felt him stretch you open. "Ah I'm just kidding, after all who would ever want to fuck a warlock?" You saw the corners of his lips curl into a smile as he suppressed a laugh.
Your tightness enveloped him, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. His hands held onto your thighs as the pleasure overwhelmed him. Never daring to move his hips as he handed all of the control over to you.
Rocking yourself, you moved your hips at a slow pace. Your insides memorising the shape of his cock and making you the perfect fit. Pressing against all the good spots that made your hips stutter.
Rolan was struggling not to crumble, especially after all that edging. He just entered you, and he can feel his orgasm approaching fast. The way you bounced on his cock, the way your hips moved and how powerful you looked above him, it was all very overwhelming.
"I don't think…I can hold on much more." He breathed out, leaving marks on your thighs from how tightly he was gripping them.
"You may cum, Wizard. Be a good boy and do it for me, completely humiliate yourself for my amusement." You moved your hips faster, in and out, using his horns to steady yourself as you kept riding him.
True to his words, he barely lasted a minute more before white clouded his vision. Filling your insides with his seed and becoming a moaning mess in the process.
You felt him soften inside of you as you came to a stop. Giving a chance for the both of you to catch your breath.
You gave him another kiss, a quick one as you kissed the corner of his lips, moving to his cheek, then finally his forehead.
His arms wrapped around you in a hug.
"How are you feeling?" you whispered against his skin.
With an amused expression, he said. "Like I have more magic inside me now."
"I should've kept you in that hold spell, Rolan."
