Her head was pounding as she tried to open her eyes. Her body tensed as she realized something was in the room with her. She had no idea who this strange creature was. He stood before her with a beautifully sculpted body, but what she noticed most was the long flicking tail that seemed to be covered in small scales and the gigantic pair of black wings that extended out of his back. His eyes were a piercing blue as he spoke to her. "You summoned me?"

Mira unconsciously took a step back at his words. Had she really summoned this creature? That's not what the spell should have done. "I think there's been a mistake," she said in a quiet voice. The creature just looked at her shaking his head and chuckled with a soft growl.

"No dear, no mistake has been made. You summoned and I came. Shall we begin?" His tone was seductive. He took a step towards her in an aggressive yet sensual way, making Mira take yet another step backward. He quickly reached out and grabbed her by the wrist pulling her close. "Why so afraid little one? Isn't this what you wanted?"

She tried to answer but no words came out, only a small squeak of protest. He ran his hands down the length of her and felt her shiver against him. "Ah, little one I think this is exactly what you want," and then leaning closer to her ear he growled, "and maybe it's even what you need." His words made Mira's breath catch in her throat as a small groan escaped her lips. He softly chuckled again and in one quick motion ripped her clothes off of her, pulling her closer to him.

Mira's mind whirled and her senses became overwhelmed. Suddenly, she felt a sting across her bare buttocks. The creature had flicked his tail around and used it as a whip against her bare skin. She jolted as his tail began to flick and whip against her again and again. She was surprised when she heard herself release a small moan. The pain was intense, but it was also exquisite at the same time.

He wrapped his arms underneath hers, supporting her body against him. He pressed his mouth against her ear and neck, teasing her in a low tone, "Little one you are wicked - you like the pain." She tried to reply, but only let out another small gasp when his tail yet again came crashing against her already tender buttocks. He laughed softly, "My dear I think I can bring you to a climax just like this." She could feel the grin spread across his face as he whispered, "Let's find out."

The tempo of his lashings increased as he felt her moistness building between her legs. He could feel his own erection bulging, pressing against her. He found himself surprised at how turned on he was by her pleasure. "Come for me little one," he growled as his lips brushed across her neck and earlobe, then he brought his tail crashing against her buttocks harder than ever before. He felt her legs go out from under her as her orgasm overtook her and she cried out with release. He held her tight as her body went limp.

For the first time, he looked around the room and took in his surroundings. This wasn't part of his kingdom that was clearly evident. The room was simplistic. He knew she had to be some kind of a witch based on her summoning spell, but the evidence was also clear in her room. A simple altar took up one side of the room and the remainder of the room was filled with a bed and a single dresser. The furnishings were basic and the walls had only a few decorations on them. By all appearances, she would be a commoner. He looked at the door on the west wall and could see that there was a bathroom on the other side. On the back of the door facing the room was a full-length mirror. This might be fun, he thought to himself.

He carefully carried the witch in front of the mirror as he supported her in front of him. Her body was still limp with the aftereffects of her orgasm. She turned her head a little so that she could see the reflection in the mirror. "I think you enjoy my handiwork as much as I do little one." His voice was like a seductive caress in her ears. She could see the latticework of welts that shined red against her pale skin. He ran his fingers softly across those welts making her wince and press against him even tighter, but also causing her to moan again. "Oh yes love, you are quite the wicked one aren't you?" He teased again.

Glancing in the mirror, she realized that at some point he had also undressed and now stood naked against her. He carefully turned her around to face the mirror pressing her buttocks against his hardened cock, making her flinch once again as he brushed against the welts. "Watch in the mirror little one," he growled in her ear as his hands traveled down to her already slick folds. She watched with hooded lids as his fingers danced across her clit, pinching and rubbing, and then he slid his fingers deep inside of her. She moaned as her head rolled back against his shoulder, but he quickly stopped. "I said watch," he commanded.

When she brought her eyes back to focus on the mirror again he resumed pleasuring her. His large hands cupped her sex and he drove his fingers into her deep and rough. She felt the knot in her stomach gathering again as well as his cock thrusting against her buttocks. The pain on her backside mixed with the pleasure he was providing brought her to a completely euphoric state of release. His one arm supported her full body weight as her legs buckled and she cried out in ecstasy again. He found himself equally aroused and began to cum against her backside, growling and yelling out at the same time.

He stood watching their reflection in the mirror for just a moment, almost in awe of what had just happened. He quickly picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Gently supporting her on the edge of the tub, he readied the shower, then lifted her inside with him. The water brought her back to her senses, "What are you doing? Wait, where are your tail and your wings?" She asked in a low whisper.

He chuckled at her question. "It seems both of us needed cleaning up, little one," his voice was much softer now, almost affectionate. "As for my wings and tail, I can make those disappear when they're not needed. Now, let me attend to you." He turned her away from him and began to gently wash her body and her hair. "Would you like for me to heal your wounds?" he asked when she winced.

"No," she said so softly that he barely heard it. "I like them." He felt swelling inside of him, almost a sense of pride that she wanted to wear the marks he had given her. He didn't understand how some common witch could make him feel this way. He was becoming quite curious about this little one. Maybe he should find out more about her, he thought to himself. He was suddenly drawn out of his thoughts when he felt her hands gliding up and down the length of his shaft.

"What are you doing?" This time it was his turn to ask the question, as his eyes grew wide, watching her curiously.

"Now it's my turn to please you," she whispered, kneeling down in front of him. He let out a low gasp as she ran the tip of his cock across her lips, letting her tongue flick over the head.

"Are you sure you want to do this, little one," he asked, running his hands through her hair. Her response was to take him deep within her mouth. He involuntarily grasped her hair and bucked forward as her lips glided across his skin. She held her hand at the base of his shaft and stroked his balls with her other one while she continued to take him in and out of her mouth.

He could feel himself growing close to an orgasm as he continued to stare at her and complete shock and awe. "I'm close, little one," he moaned. His revelation only seemed to spur her on more, she picked up her pace, taking him deeper into her throat. Every groan he made, every growl, fed her pleasure. He tried to warn her he couldn't hold out much longer, and in response, she took his full length all the way down her throat. He cried out as he jerked and twitched, spilling his seed at the back of her throat, watching her swallow every drop. When he finally pulled himself out of her mouth, she leaned back letting the water run over her face, and wiped her mouth grinning at him mischievously. He quickly pulled her up to him, his lips crashing against hers. He could taste himself on her tongue, it was maddening. He had to pull himself away before he took her right then and there in the shower.

He stepped out wrapping himself in a towel and as he placed his hand upon the door frame, the room shifted. He knew she hadn't noticed yet. He paused before leaving the room, "What is your name, little one?" he asked.

"Mira"

He felt a strange rush when he heard her say her name and he repeated it over and over in his head for a moment Mira, Mira. "When you're finished, there will be a dress waiting for you on the bed. Meet me at the bottom of the grand staircase, Mira."

"Wait, what? How did you get me a dress? And I don't have a staircase in my apartment," she stuttered, poking her head out of the shower. Her eyes went wide when she saw the bathroom she was now standing in. "Where am I?" she gaped.

"Don't worry little one, I just brought you home with me. I figured the least I could do was provide you with dinner and dancing after such a wonderful evening." He grinned slyly at her. "I'll be waiting for you at the bottom of the staircase, but don't make me wait too long. I'm not a patient man." He turned and walked out of the bathroom leaving Mira with her mouth hanging open and confused.  

Author's Notes: Diving in feet first...

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