The Magician's Bitch, Ch. 5
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...