Lusty Literacy

  Chapter 8: The Taste of Success   The atmosphere is awkward in the office. Maddie, having been left out of the strange situation in the shower, the shower-that-wasn’t, gets on with her work in silence. Not angry at me, as such – after what she’s done, I doubt she feels she has the right to be – but distant, all the same. Things are real, now. Real, and accelerating. There’s a faint discomfort, a result of not actually having washed. At least I don’t particularly smell, so far as I can tell, but I can’t get the opulent odours of Irina out of my head. Her muskiness, her tantalising fragrances, create lurid lascivious thought loops, things I shouldn’t be considering for even a passing moment. But I’m too far gone, aren’t I? To step back from this now seems a thorough impossibility. Had things gone on for a few moments more, I’d have had Irina’s cock inside my mouth again. She didn’t even have to tell me what to do, but I’d have done it. Shit, even the thought of it make...

  Chapter 5: The Magician’s Bitch   Would it be so bad, boy? To submit to me? His words wriggle about my mind just as his sperm wriggles about in my belly, though at least the latter will have dying movements and ultimately cease entirely. I half-expect some trap, a hex or curse, but there isn’t one. What happened tonight, between Archaelaus and I, was purely sexual and not in the least magical. It was me, a twenty-year-old man, getting down on my knees and fellating a two-hundred-and-ninety-three-year-old wizard. For him to be so ancient, for me to do such a degrading thing – no love, no affection, only servitude and lust – defies my self-expectations. I don’t quite know who I am, because I’m certainly not the person who arrived in this plane of reality however many weeks ago. That man wouldn’t have done this dirty deed, but…I’ve slowly fallen from who I was, over so short a time period. Slowly been corrupted by this place, by the initially disturbing and now deeply...