**The Performance**
John could not really believe he was hearing right. Maybe he was still delirious from the thorough spanking he just endured or it was just his mind whispering dreams into his ear from having his balls fondled and teased for minutes. But if he was neither delirious nor mad, then this goddess just offered to give him actual useful yet unknown magical secrets for him to take home? Not some vague reference that indicated the possible existence of a hypothetical matrix that might be useful, like most adepts brought back from their journey, but a fully-fledged out ready-to-use theory that even had highly useful applications? Forget the archmage title, he would go down in history for that. And all that for the price of letting her, a beautiful woman that according to her own accounts, made man so mad with lust that he followed her for days into the woods, jerk him off? Who would even call that a price? There must be a hidden cost! But so far, she was very literal in everything she said. It was unlikely for her to go back on her word now. He moaned loudly. His balls felt so damn good. If he did not say something quickly, he could cum like that, wasting the opportunity of a lifetime.