We arrived at Dorothy's house, Leaf immediately headed to the sofa and lay down with a deep sigh, as if the weight of the day had completely exhausted her.
She seemed to have no interest whatsoever in exploring the place or meeting anyone; instead, she took advantage of every second to rest, closing her eyes and letting her body sink into the plush cushions.
Her expression was one of pure exhaustion, and she didn't say another word, simply surrendering to repose.
I, for my part, couldn't stay still. I climbed the stairs with determined steps, feeling how each step creaked under my boots, until I reached the last one.
The air in the upper part of the house was cooler, impregnated with a faint aroma of old parchment and dried herbs, as if the place were steeped in ancient magic.
I continued walking down the narrow hallway, until I found myself in front of Dorothy's slightly ajar bedroom door. I pushed it carefully and there she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, with her legs crossed and an open book on her lap.
She seemed absorbed in reading; the tome was thick, with worn leather covers and arcane symbols engraved on the spine. Definitely, it was a magic book. Upon seeing me enter, she immediately looked up, and a subtle smile drew on her lips.
She knew in that instant that I had completed her errand.
—Hello, master —I said enthusiastically, approaching her—. I come to tell you that I've already finished what you asked me. So, with this, I can say that I've finished my training, right?
I extended my hand and handed her the three books.
Dorothy took them delicately, examining them one by one, running her fingers over the cracked covers.
— Well... it seems you've finished... Very well done —she responded with a calm voice, but there was a nuance of genuine approval in her words. Her eyes shone with a mixture of pride and something else, something I couldn't decipher at that moment.
I dared to ask what had been circling in my head throughout the entire return trip. Curiosity burned in me like an inextinguishable flame.
—Master, can you tell me who those three were? Or... why did you send them to be killed? Well, uh... sorry, it's none of my business. Asking you that, forgive me —I stammered.
She shook her head slowly, without taking her eyes off the books. Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the covers, as if she were remembering something painful.
—No, you should know it too. After all, you were the one who killed them... Well, these were my former students. They turned into demonic beasts due to the mist's curse. I'm sorry for pushing my responsibility onto you... Hehehe... You know, this is getting a bit weird. Anyway, for now, receive your reward.
Her words left me perplexed, but before I could fully process them, she acted with surprising speed. Without saying anything else or explaining what she was doing, she got up from the bed and, with a fluid movement, pushed me to the floor.
I fell on my back onto the woven rug that covered the wooden floor, left confused and disoriented by the unexpectedness of her action. The impact was soft, but my mind spun in a whirlwind. What was happening? I tried to get up, but she was already on top of me, her skilled hands unbuckling the straps of my lower armor. In a matter of seconds, she removed the protective pieces from my legs and waist, leaving me completely exposed.
My intimate parts were in the open, vulnerable under her penetrating gaze. The cool air of the room brushed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
Dorothy sat back on the edge of her bed, with a feline grace that contrasted with the intensity of her eyes. She extended her legs and placed her delicate feet directly on my penis, which was already beginning to react to the unexpected contact.
Her soles were soft, wrapped in fine silk stockings that felt like a velvet caress. She began to masturbate me with slow and deliberate movements, sliding her feet up and down along my length.
At first, the gesture seemed strange to me, out of the ordinary for a "reward" from a master to her student. It wasn't the type of gratification one would expect after a dangerous mission: gold, a magical artifact, or a new spell. But it didn't displease me either.
On the contrary, a wave of heat spread through my body, and I let myself be carried away by the lust that was beginning to cloud my judgment. My muscles relaxed against the floor, and a low moan escaped my lips as she increased the rhythm, alternating the pressure of her toes with the arch of her soles.
My voice sounded breathless, excited, as I tried to maintain composure. The pleasure was intense, building up like a storm inside me. Dorothy, with a playful smile that illuminated her face, uttered some words that left my mind blank, as if she had cast a confusion spell directly into my brain.
—You know, you seem to enjoy this moment... Although you know, deep down, I am a man.
—Is... wait, what did you just say? —I stammered, my voice trembling not only from excitement, but from absolute shock.
At that moment, I couldn't take my eyes off her. How was it possible? Her body was that of a woman in every sense: soft curves, full breasts that rose with each breath under her fitted tunic, and from my position on the floor, I could clearly see between her open legs the silhouette of her vagina, pink and tempting. There was nothing to indicate otherwise. My penis, treacherous, continued to harden under her feet, completely ignoring the revelation.
—You know, for a sorcerer, changing bodies is no different from regaining youth. Just so you know that in the past I was a decrepit old man. Even hearing that, your penis remains just as big. Don't you care at all about receiving this from a man? —she explained calmly, as if she were teaching a basic magic lesson, while continuing the rhythmic movement of her feet.
I fell silent, my mind a chaos of contradictory emotions. The physical pleasure was overwhelming: her stockings slid with perfect friction, enveloping my member in an erotic dance that brought me to the edge. I didn't answer her question; I couldn't. No matter how I looked at her, in my mind and in my body, I saw her as a woman. Her feminine essence was overwhelming, and the climax arrived like an inevitable explosion. My body tensed, a grunt escaped my throat, and I ejaculated forcefully, completely staining her stockings with hot and thick streams of semen. Droplets splattered her ankles and the edge of the bed, leaving a sticky trail that glistened under the lamp's light.
Dorothy slowly withdrew her feet, observing them with a mixture of amusement and slight irritation. She removed the stained stockings with precise gestures, rolling them up and leaving them aside on the floor.
—Hey, hurry up and put your clothes back on, or are you going to stay like this forever? —she ordered me with a tone that tried to be firm, but there was a slight tremor in her voice.
I got up unsteadily, still recovering from the ecstasy, and began to put my armor back on. My hands trembled slightly as I fastened the straps, and I noticed something on her face that made me smile internally.
—Master, your face is a little bit red— I commented.
—What...? My face is bright red! What are you saying, stupid student? —she replied, bringing a hand to her cheek as if to check it, although it was obvious that an intense blush tinted her pale skin. She tried to sound indignant, but the effect was rather charming—. A-anyway, with this your training is over. As my student, you're skilled enough now. If you need me, call me anytime with a comprehensive invocation. Anyone with a grain of talent should be able to use it... Still, don't misunderstand. I just want to make sure that, as my student, you don't embarrass me. It's not like I'm going to be worried about you or anything, stupid student. I'd better go to the sacred forest now. It would be easier for us to meet there.
Having said that, she got up from the bed with determination. She already had some things prepared: a leather backpack full of scrolls, vials of potions that tinkled softly, and a staff. She grabbed them in a hurry, as if suddenly the room had become too small for her. Without saying another word, without a prolonged goodbye or a look back, she headed to the door. Her steps were quick, almost fleeing, and in an instant she disappeared down the stairs, leaving behind only the echo of her departure and the persistent aroma of her presence.
I stayed there, alone in the room, processing everything that had happened. The floor was still warm where I had lain, and the stained stockings were a tangible reminder of the "reward". My mind wandered between confusion, residual pleasure, and a strange sense of achievement. I had completed my training, yes, but this final lesson had been... unique. Dorothy, with her revealed secret, remained my master, an enigmatic figure wrapped in mysteries.