“Show me the skills that got you to the Prince’s Harem,” Gelvin said. Anya huffed impatiently.
“Very well. Where would you like to fuck me?” she asked. Gelvin laughed.
“A dirty mouth like that should be put to use in a dirty place,” he said. “There is an empty stall in the stable in which you can pleasure me.” Anya followed Gelvin into the stable. Sassy’s head went up when the two entered. Anya felt awful that Sassy would have to witness what was about to happen.
Gelvin led Anya into the empty stall. While he began to remove his trousers, Anya swiftly removed her own clothing. She was so fast that Gelvin hadn’t finished by the time she was ready for him. Anya dropped to her knees and gently tugged Gelvin’s trousers down, releasing his manhood. She went to lower her mouth on his cock, but Gelvin impatiently shoved her. Thanks to her experience, she didn’t gag from his manhood so suddenly being thrust down her throat, something Gelvin crassly commented on.
Anya focused on the task at hand. She slowly and gently sucked on Gelvin’s manhood, making him moan happily. His cock twitched in her mouth. He was about to come. Gelvin suddenly pulled her off.
“No,” he said firmly, a manic look in his eyes. “I want to come in you.”
“If you insist,” Anya said sexily. She stood. Gelvin abruptly slammed her against the wall, thrusting his manhood into her womanhood without any warning. He was so desperate, Anya couldn’t use the skills that she was so proud of. All she could do was buck her hips to bring him deeper inside her and moan sexily. She wasn’t feeling any pleasure whatsoever, but no doubt Gelvin thought he was quite the lover. After a very short time, Gelvin came, shooting a load into Anya. Anya pretended to come as well, screaming in fake ecstasy.
Gelvin pulled out of Anya. He smirked again.
“I was better than the Prince, was I not?” he asked. Anya merely smiled. “You are free to go. I will keep your brief visit here a secret.”
“Thank you,” Anya said. She redressed and went to get Sassy ready to leave. Gelvin watched silently, proud of what he had just done.
Gelvin was a horse witch. He could do any sort of magic if it involved horses, but all other types of spells, aside from the most basic, were beyond his grasp. As such, he had adjusted a spell for horse fertility that would guarantee conception, and cast it upon Anya before having sex with her. Anya came from a rich and powerful witch family, unlike Gelvin. If Gelvin could impregnate her, she would have to marry him, and he wouldn’t have to work for this horse farmer anymore.
Gelvin watched Anya leave on Sassy, firm in his belief that she was now pregnant with his child.