Lay Me Down

Mage hand has many magnificent uses. You smile down at Gale, the indigo ropes wrapped snugly around his body, arms tied behind his back. Having the extra hands came in handy as the Wizard likes to wiggle around, claiming to be ticklish.

You squat down in front of him, his big brown eyes so round as he looks into yours. "Now, you'll be a good boy for me, pet?" You ask in a husk whisper, your breath tickling his neck as he squirms.

"Y-yes, mistress," Gale murmurs, still squirming in his restraints.

"Are you comfortable?" You tilt your head to the side, the rope hugging underneath his hairy chest. You gently rub your fingers over his nipples, watching his face as he bites his lip.

"Yes, mistress." He says clearer.

You stand up, stalking around him as he bows his head. You glance at the waiting hand, flicking your eyes to your subject. The hand obeys, gliding down between his thighs, and rubbing his bulge through his underwear. He sits straighter, breathing deeply.

You stop circling him, stopping in front of him as he trembles at the phantom caresses. Your fingers drag along his scalp, gripping the soft brown and gray strands as you force him to stare at you. "Open," You command.

Like the eager pup he is, he opens his mouth, panting as you mentally intensify the hand. You grit your teeth, feeling your magic trying to spill out by the simple command, like a sneeze. You instead guide Gale's head to your panties, rocking your hips against his tongue. You stifle your moan, gripping his hair tight. He needs to earn hearing your moans.

He closes his eyes as he moves his head in a circular motion darkening the fabric. You hold his head still, grinding yourself against his mouth. He moans, sucking on where he thinks your clit is through the fabric.

Your breathing catches as you pull his head away. "Not yet, pet." You tut as he opens his mouth again.

You slowly bring your hips back, feeling his restraint not to lap at your wetness. You bite your lip as you look down, your hair falling forward on your shoulders.

You need to concentrate as the mage hand slips in his underwear, wrapping around his cock. You can see it in your mind, rubbing his shaft. He shifts, whimpering against your panties as you grind your hips against him harder. The thumb brushes over his tip as it languidly strokes him. He quickens his tongue again, this time, pressing his tongue upward towards your entrance. You squeal in surprise, moving your hips away from your keen lover.

"Please Mistress..." He pleads, his eyes flicking between your face and your panties. You quicken the mage hand, focusing the movement around his swelling tip.

"Please what?" You ask, stepping away from him as he trembles, a dark spot on his purple underwear as he leaks pre-cum.

His face tenses as he tries his best answer, to hold on to his orgasm. You wait patiently as the hand squeezes the space just under his tip. You can almost feel the wet stickiness as it coats the mage hand, but the magic is waning.

You take the risk, summoning another hand to assist with the undoing of your Wizard. With a poof, the phantom blue hand appears near Gale. You smile as you start to command the new hand to massage his peck when darkness befalls you both. You curse at the magical darkness, not being able to see anything.

You step closer to Gale, deciding to give him what he wants due to your Wild Magic Hubris. You drag your ruined underwear down, kicking them to the side. Gale mewls in response as you drag his face to your exposed pussy. You close your eyes as his tongue laps at your folds, moving higher to find your clit. His tongue flattens against the bundle of nerves before he presses kisses on your labia, making a trail up to the tuft of hair on your pelvic bone.