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“‘And surrenders to thee her charms…’”

What charms are these?Memnon says.

I skim the scroll. “It doesn’t say. It moves on entirely?—”

I suck in a breath when Memnon’s hand strokes over my folds.

Shame, he says. Charmscould mean so many things…

I set aside the scroll and slip off Memnon’s lap and onto the stone floor beneath him.I have a few ideas of what charms she might’ve shown him…

My magic slips out of my palms, unfastening Memnon’s leather trousers and tugging them down. With the action, his cock springs free, jutting from between his legs.

Memnon’s brows rise, surprise lining his features.

It’s cute that you didn’t expect this, I say as I pull off his boots and stockings, then his pants, leaving him bare from the waist down.

Memnon swallows.I’m still unclear what charms?—

I wrap my hand around his shaft and take the head of him into my mouth.

Reflexively, Memnon thrusts against me, the wooden chair groaning beneath him as his breath comes out in a harsh pant.

I really should’ve known the night would end this way. It always does.

I take him deeper, my tongue running over his slit, and I taste the salty precum gathered there. I moan at the taste of him and the full feel of his cock in my mouth.

I begin to work him then, taking him deep enough to make my eyes tear up and my throat work, my tongue laving the underside of his cock.

Memnon groans, threading his fingers into my hair. “Gods, my good little witch,” he praises me, his grip tightening as he begins to thrust into my mouth.

My core clenches uselessly as I’m held tighter to him.

Without warning, Memnon’s magic spills out of him, wrapping around me long enough to cleave my clothes from my body.

I release his cock from my mouth and give him a questioning look.

“Still not sure what charms the text was talking about,” he says, his power tugging me up from the ground.

I let it, following his magic up until it poises me over Memnon’s lap, the head of his damp cock just beneath my entrance.

“Perhaps you could give me another demonstration?” he says, his eyes wide and guileless.

I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. “I was unclear, wasn’t I?”

He grins. “A little. I’m sure this will help.” His magic lowers me down ever so slowly onto his cock, and bit by agonizing bit, it enters me, stretching the walls of my core as it goes.

I watch him, my lips parting at the wonderful ache, until I am fully seated.

Now it’s me who’s panting harshly as I feel the delicious pressure and throb of him inside me.

Slowly, I begin to move, rising only to come back down on him.

He groans again.This is agonizing.

It’scharming, I correct him.

Memnon dips his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard on it, like he can drag more sensation from my breast. Sweat beads on his forehead as he forces himself to hold still while I set a slow pace. My movements are gentle, sensual?—