Part Two:
Bath
"Okay..." Cassandra muttered. "That's spooky." Glancing over at the waiting
Magister, she saw that his mouth was hanging open in reaction to her dance. From
the looks of his cum-spattered hand, he had apparently enjoyed the show. She
still couldn't remember a moment of it. 'Well, I guess that's a good sign,'
Cassandra thought.
She glanced around at the tub. Wonder of wonders! The tub was finally full and
steaming before the fire. 'About damned time too! Let's get this show on the
road.' Smiling, she stepped over to the stunned ceremonial magician. Taking his
chilled hand in hers, she led him naked to the tub.
Cassandra plunged her hand into the bath water and frowned. This would not do,
the water was barely tepid. So how come it was steaming? Her brow creased in
thought. 'Oh, It must be really cold in here and I'm still radiating heat from
the tanning bed so I don't feel it. Okay, but this is still far too cold for him
to bathe in.'
"Wait, Master," she said, keeping him from getting in the chilly tub. "Water
this cold will give you a chill and make you sick. Let me see what I can do."
There was a shift of movement and heat under the skin of her hands. 'Better yet,
let's see what my roommate can do. How about heating this water?' she thought,
focusing hard.
There was a ferocious rush of power down her to her palm. She plunged her whole
arm into the tepid water and the water began to bubble. Cassandra plunged her
other arm into the bath, bending way over to submerge as much of her arms as
possible. In an amazingly short while, the water was hot, just the way she liked
it. Then it was a little too hot. Then it was way, way too hot.
'Hey, hey! Ease up! We don't want to roast him!' Cassandra thought as loudly as
she could at the power swimming in her body.
'Don't we?' the power whispered back at her with a brief flash of the Magister
screaming. Cassandra startled then got a grip on herself and the power.
'No, we do not want to roast him, at least not yet,' she insisted. Apparently
her power literally had a mind of its own, and a nasty one at that. The
temperature backed down to a more tolerable level. "Much better," she sighed,
"Your bath is ready Master."
The Magister looked at Cassandra in some doubt then dunked his hand into the
bath water. His black brows shot up and he smiled with pleasant surprise.
Cassandra got out of the way as he practically leapt into the wooden tub.
'That was graceful,' Cassandra thought sarcastically as she eyed the water
splashing on to the expensive carpet. Sinking under the hot water to his neck
the Magister gave a long satisfied sigh.
"This is most pleasant," the Magister practically purred. "I haven't been this
warm since the summer. Out of gratitude, you may bath after me."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Cassandra smirked as she reached for a washcloth.
"But, um..." she began, getting a good look at the greasy filth starting to rise
to the water's surface. "I think I'll pass. I've already had my bath." 'Yeah, in
the hot tub this morning.'
Gritting her teeth, she grabbed a gray ball of waxy stuff that the servants had
assured her was indeed soap. With a will, she lathered up a knobby cloth then
attacked the Magister's broad back. Thinking in terms of her five-year-old
nephew, she scrubbed with a vengeance.
Lathering her rag and rinsing repeatedly, she was pleased to discover that his
shoulders were very broad and his arms were heavily roped with muscle. His chest
was actually quite breathtaking and only lightly furred. His stomach was flat
with well-formed ridges with a tapering waist. As she swiped the rag over his
legs, Cassandra noticed that they were quite muscular and rather fine.
'This boy exercises for real.' She thought in admiration. 'This body wasn't made
in any gym.'
Underwater, she ran her hands over his more manly parts. His cock swelled and
lengthened under her expert ministrations. She took great care to wash under,
around and between, exploring every nook and cranny as well as the weight, heft
and solidity of his privates. The Magister moaned as she stroked and caressed
him clean.
Cassandra scraped what appeared to be months of accumulated dirt from his body.
She thought about asking him when his last bath was, then decided she really
didn't want to know.
Even his face improved with a judicious use of soap. It took a lot of
convincing, but she finally got him to let her wash his shoulder-length hair. It
was so filthy she had assumed it was dark. After some expert soaping and rinsing
she was astonished to see that it was actually a sandy blond.
"Okay, time to rinse, stand up." He stood in the tub with his back to her, water
sluicing off of his muscular form. 'Mmm, nice ass too!' Grabbing a bucket
sitting by the fire, Cassandra dunked in a hand and used just a little power to
heat the water. Cheerfully, she stepped behind him and dumped it over his head.
The Magister howled in surprise. As he swept the water from his eyes, Cassandra
was able to grab and heat the second bucket.
"Look out below!" she called and upended the second bucket over his head.
"Damned bitch!" he swore then shook his wet head, spraying water everywhere.
"You did conjure a damned demon remember?" she said with a cheeky smile. "Now,
are you ready for me to dry you off?" Cassandra held up a huge towel.
"I thought you were going to join me?" he asked, turning and presenting
Cassandra with a very fine view of his firm and very clean erection. Proudly
displaying himself, he stepped from the wooden tub.
Cassandra glanced at the oily scum floating in the tub. 'That water is nasty,'
she thought with a shudder. "How about taking me in front of the fire?" she
whispered invitingly into his ear as she rubbed the towel over his back. He
turned in her arms and nuzzled into her neck.
"That sounds like a very fine idea." With sudden ferocity he wrapped his
muscular arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet. Cassandra squealed
as she was slung over his damp shoulder. He strode toward the opposite fireplace
where the satyrs leered, then knelt. Gently cradling her body, he laid her out
on a white fur throw rug. Kneeling above her, the flames lit the fine curls
glinting gold across his clean muscular form.
"You know, you clean up real nice," Cassandra purred in admiration. She ran a
hand across his sleek and clean chest then slid her palm lower, her ruby nails
scoring lightly. She bit her bottom lip as she followed the yummy trail of
golden curls that darkened as they arrowed down his muscular belly.
"You say the strangest things," the Magister grinned.
"Come over here, big boy," Cassandra grinned as she wrapped a hand around his
silky firm erection, tugging him closer. "Have I got a surprise for you!"
Positioning him with his knees straddling her full breasts, she gently slid his
foreskin back with her palms, exposing the swollen purple head, damp with
pre-cum.
"There you are my sweet!" she purred then licked her lips. With a pointed
tongue, she stroked the revealed knob then swiped it, circling with the flat of
her tongue with slow licks. He fell forward over her body, his hands clenching
in the fur as he moaned in sheer appreciation.
Encouraged by his obvious delight, Cassandra nibbled the flared edge of the cap
then sucked hard, swallowing the full length. He moaned and shuddered then
bucked his hips, thrusting into her wet heated mouth. He withdrew to the edge of
his cock-head then slowly thrust into her throat, with firm strokes. Cassandra
lashed her tongue across the bottom of his shaft as he fucked her mouth. With a
hoarse panting moan, he dropped to his elbows, his body bowed over hers.
As she tongue-lashed him Cassandra ran a hand over his back and down his firm
ass. A fine sheen of sweat had formed there; his muscles were taut and
vibrating. He was getting ready to cum. Quickly she formed a tight ring around
the base of his cock on his shaft, just above the balls, restraining his cum. He
thrust hard holding his iron hard cock in her mouth, a hoarse painful moan
escaping his lips. He tried again. Cassandra's fingers held firm.
With a vicious oath he reared back and sat up. His cock slipped out of her mouth
with a wet pop then slapped upright against his belly.
"Going somewhere without me?" Cassandra purred. The Magister grabbed Cassandra
bodily who yelped in surprise then he flipped her over on her tummy. Firmly he
gripped her hips and hauled her up on her knees.
"I am the Master here," he snarled, "I will not be controlled by one such as
you." He fisted his hand in her red tresses and pulled her head back with
surprising gentleness. She felt his fingers delve into her damp core, exploring
her wet and ready flesh.
'Now we're getting somewhere!' She thought to herself. He burrowed his fingers
into her then thrust deeply but slowly again and then again. Curling his fingers
he stroked her walls from within. Cassandra shuddered in excitement, rocking
back against his fingers, fucking herself against his palm. Warmth curled in her
belly as she realized that she was damn close to cumming.
"Fuck me!" she hissed in impatience. "Fuck me now!"
Pulling his fingers out of her she felt the heated tip of his cock pressing
against her wet pussy. He pulled her back against him and shoved into her depths
with a grunt.
Cassandra moaned as he filled her, his width stretching her walls deliciously.
To her complete surprise, he laid himself full against her arched back then
reached an arm around her hip. His fingers found and rubbed against her swollen
clit. Cassandra bucked her hips back against him as the salacious pleasure
propelled her toward the brink of a vicious orgasm. She mewled in frustration as
her pleasure stayed just out of her grasp.
The Magister took that moment to pull back then buried himself to the hilt in a
long deep stroke then pulled back to shove deeply in again, and again, and
again. Cassandra moaned and thrust herself back against him in perfect timing.
They increased in speed until the loud slapping of his thighs against her ass
filled the room. His hand never left her clit as he rubbed and rubbed.
Suddenly Cassandra felt the unmistakable quiver that meant she was about to cum.
Panting she gripped the fur in both hands as she rocked herself back against the
hard cock slamming into her hungry pussy. Her breath caught and she suddenly
froze as her climax rippled then cascaded through her trembling body. Power
flared down her spine to envelope her body, raising the fine hairs. She felt her
inner walls tremble, clenching powerfully around his lodged flesh. She heard him
howl as her power pulled him forcibly into an orgasm, his cum spewing into her
welcoming body, her inner flesh squeezing and sucking him dry.
Breathlessly, they fell onto the furs wrapped in each other's arms. Cassandra
pulled him into a soul-sucking kiss that he answered with enthusiasm. Tongues
lashed against each other, tasting the spent passion of the other.
"If it weren't for the Monsignor, I would keep you for myself," the Magister
growled breathlessly.
"I guess you'll just have to conjure me again, when you haven't got a project
for me," Cassandra murmured with a smirk. "In the meantime, we have all night."
