“The summoned” – fantasy bullshit about hardcore and endurance [mf ? i guess but just kinda weird and bad]

Found this story I wrote years ago while being bored and horny. It did still turn me on so what the hell why not post it…

Bronaf had always been Marw’s better. At sport, at magic, in combat – and in women – , his co-student had surpassed him always.

This may have been because since learning the basics of Conjuring, Marw had spent most if not all of his time only one way. He found that summoning one or two little pixie faires was quite easy – and pixies, even though themselves not much larger than his erect cock, were biddable creatures that could easily provide him with the best of pleasures.

One day, Marw was sitting in his room on Vreäytön campus, pentagram on the ground, a pixie on his lap, his dick enveloped in an arms-and legs embrace, with one skilled hand working the tip and the tiny little mouth providing moisture. Marw let his head fall back and let out an “aaahhhh…”.

“Your breasts… “, he whispered, “press your breasts against my cock… yeaahhh… move your body, fuck me with your little body… ” He closed his eyes. The pixie started sliding her body along his cock with obedient enthusiasm, massaging his balls with her feet.