Anastasia's Magical Oral Adventures
Copyright© 2026 by Agent Doiron
Chapter 2: Anastasia Seduces the Maid
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2: Anastasia Seduces the Maid - A conjunction has occurred and magic has returned to the world causing chaos and confusion. Anastasia really couldn't care less, as long as she has a good time. These are the sexy magical adventures of Anastasia, a master mage with an oral fetish.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Mind Control Romantic Heterosexual Magic MaleDom Oral Sex Transformation
It was a large kitchen, suitable for the size of the mansion. The gleaming stainless-steel appliances contrasted well with the dark wooden cupboards. An island in the middle was set up so that multiple people could work on preparing food at the same time. Everything was clean and sparkling. There was no sign of the beef brisket sandwiches that were served for lunch less than an hour ago. Even the air was clear, smelling faintly of cinnamon. It was an old trick using a kettle full of cinnamon water. Brooke was finishing up one last pass with the spray mop.
She was dressed as a maid, which was fitting because that was her job description. Brooke was the downstairs maid, responsible for keeping the ground floor of the mansion clean, as well as preparing meals. The job came with a uniform. She was wearing a short black dress trimmed in white. It was short sleeved, cut low to show her cleavage. The dress ended well above her knees, with a frilly white apron serving as an accent rather than any practical purpose. Her hose was held up by a garter, which would occasionally peak out from under the skirt when she bent over. A little white headband adorned her blonde hair, sitting in front of the French braid that trailed halfway down her back.
Finished with the mop, Brooke looked over the kitchen. She was done, the room was clean and ready for her to prepare dinner in a couple of hours. She was filled with a sense of satisfaction that left her smiling from ear to ear. God, she loved this job. The powerful sensation wasn’t natural. She knew that, but she didn’t care. It was a reward for a job well done. It kept her motivated and enjoying her day.
It was time to clean the lounge. Brooke picked up her basket of cleaning supplies. Walking through the arched doorway into the lounge, her high heels clip clopped on the flooring. The heels made her stick her butt out for balance as she walked. As a result, she had to push out her chest so that she didn’t look like she was slouching. The heels were high enough to make her think about every step that she took, giving her just a bit of hesitation to her gait. It was a forced vulnerability that she enjoyed because of how sexy it looked.
The epoxy flooring of the kitchen gave way to polished hardwood as she entered the lounge. There was a variety of comfortable chairs and couches in the room, arranged around a large screen television. Brooke froze as she saw that the space was occupied. Aleron and Anastasia were in the lounge, engaged in post lunch intercourse.
Aleron was semi-inclined in a reclining chair, with his back to the doorway. She couldn’t see from her current angle, but she knew that he was six feet tall with short brown hair and a goatee. He was broad and muscular, without being hulking or overweight. Anastasia was on top of him. Her stiletto heels were on the chair to either side of his hips and she was in a deep squat position. It was a deep enough squat that Aleron’s thick manhood was inside of her. As Brooke watched, Anastasia pushed up and then lowered herself down again in short strokes. She was pumping her slim body up and down on his shaft.
There was an expression of pleasure on Anastasia’s face. Her thick lips were open in a sexy pout as she ground her hips up and down. She was holding both of Aleron’s hands, with her arms out in front of her, and him reaching up. Their fingers were intertwined.
At first glance, Anastasia was wearing a red leather bustier, the material clinging to her slim frame in a skintight fit. That didn’t last long. The bustier morphed and changed as she rode Aleron. The leather rippled and then opened, revealing small but perky breasts. The material seemed to crawl around her body, becoming a red leather harness that framed her breasts. It was obviously magic. She called it a spellskin, magical clothing that reacted to her thoughts. Even with everything Brooke has seen over the last couple years, it had still taken a while to get used to living in a house with a woman who wore magical clothing.
Anastasia moaned in pleasure, apparently lost in the sensation that Aleron’s manhood was giving her. Brooke couldn’t help from feeling a pang of jealousy. She was grateful for everything that Aleron had done for her, but she wanted more. She wanted it to be her up on top of him, using her body to give him pleasure. Unfortunately, that wasn’t allowed. Aleron said it would be unethical.
As Brooke watched, the breathing of the two lovers picked up. They were working towards a climax. Aleron started thrusting upwards, into Anastasia. She responded, pushing down with her squats. With a shuddering groan, he came first, with his body thrust upwards, his arms shaking.
Anastasia took that moment to look through the doorway and make eye contact with Brooke. The corners of her thick lips lifted in a knowing smirk. Then her mouth opened, and she shuddered, shaking as her own orgasm hit, almost as if in response to Aleron’s.
Brooke felt momentarily trapped, as the female mage maintained eye contact through her orgasm. She wasn’t quiet about it either, moaning shamelessly. Brooke couldn’t look away. It felt wrong to break the connection, as if she was offering moral support as Anastasia rode the wave of what was obviously a powerful climax.
As the intense moment slowly ended, Aleron pulled Anastasia down. In the process, he broke the eye contact. Aleron kissed Anastasia and wrapped his arms around her. She didn’t fight him. Kissing him back passionately as he slipped out of her and she cuddled into him.
Brooke found herself breathing heavily. Her face felt flushed and there was a heat in her body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the mansion. Damn, watching that display had made her horny. She wanted to be the one riding Aleron, but that wasn’t going to happen. It was best to just get lost in the cleaning, to enjoy the rewards of a job well done.
Okay, so the lounge was occupied. She would skip that room and move on to the dining room. It would be a quick job. Nobody had used the dining room for the last couple of days. Some quick dusting, some polishing, and maybe change the tablecloth. It wouldn’t take her long to earn her reward.
It was a moderately sized dining room, with a table big enough to seat ten people comfortably. Brooke knew that there were leaves that could be installed to expand the table so that it sat twenty, but those were in storage, so they were irrelevant. The floors were hardwood, blending nicely with the darker wood of the table and the cabinets full of crystal stemware. Brooke wouldn’t need to touch the stemware. They were behind glass and rarely accumulated any dust. She pulled out a feather duster from her supplies and started working on the outside of the cabinets.
The dusting was finished quickly. Brooke went back to her supplies to get the furniture polish. A quick pass over the cabinets would be enough. She turned to find Anastasia lounging in the middle of the table.
The female mage had pushed the tablecloth and centerpieces off to the side. She was lying on the table, naked except for the band of a red leather cincher around her waist. The leather looked like it was painted on her skin.
Anastasia was a slim woman, her skin showing the natural tan of a mediterranean complexion. Her legs were long, with the tight butt of a runner. She had a thin waist and small breasts. Anastasia had her legs open, showing off her hairless vulva, still swollen from having sex with Aleron minutes ago.
“Really?” Brooke complained.
“Is that any way to say hello? After all, we just shared a moment you and I,” Anastasia replied.
“I’m sorry. Hello, Miss Anastasia,” Brooke said.
“I’ve told you before to call me master. I completed my journeyman projects. I’ve earned the title of master mage,” Anastasia said pointing a long and accusing finger at her.
“Yes, master Anastasia,” Brooke replied.
“You can just call me master.”
“That’s still not happening,” Brooke said.
“Well, I’m just going to lie here. I’m not in your way, am I? Interrupting your work?” Anastasia asked. She squirmed around, rubbing her bare skin on the table. There was a mischievous grin on her face. She knew she was interrupting Brooke’s cleaning routine, preventing Brooke from finishing the room, and receiving her reward for completing the task.
“You have magical clothing, and you still insist on parking your sweaty ass on the hardwood,” Brooke complained. Despite her words she was smiling. Anastasia was a bit odd, but she was friendly.
“Aleron!” Anastasia called out, squirming so that her head was facing vaguely in the direction of the lounge, “Your yellow haired maid is being mean to me.”
She had a pouty expression on her face. For such an otherwise slim woman, Anastasia had voluptuous lips. They did pouty very well. They were always cherry red, even though Brooke had never seen the woman apply any lipstick.
“Did you deserve it?” Aleron called back.
“Probably,” Anastasia replied, a smile on her thick lips.
“What is it about Brooke that you keep harassing her?” Aleron asked.
“I grew up with maids,” Anastasia replied, “I’ve never had them with functional brains before.”
A laugh from the other room was the only reply.
“Aleron left me all messy,” Anastasia complained, “You’re his maid. You clean up after him. Give me a cleaning with your tongue. I promise you’ll get a reward.”
With those words she gestured between her legs to her swollen womanhood. It wasn’t a serious offer. Granted, if Brooke had agreed to eat her out then Anastasia would happily let her, but she wasn’t expecting Brooke to do it.
“Respectfully, No,” Brooke replied. Anastasia looked delighted. She was still happy at being refused, even though this weird flirting had been going on for a couple weeks now.
“Not into girls?” Anastasia asked.
“I prefer men, and sometimes women, but never girls,” Brooke replied.
“That’s some sort of language word play, isn’t it? Be nice, I only learned English three weeks ago,” Anastasia scolded. She had no accent. Her diction was perfect. It must be nice to be a mage.
“I think I’m going to leak on your table,” Anastasia said, looking down at herself.
It took Brooke a moment to figure out what she meant, but then she scrambled to get a cloth from her cleaning supplies. She tried to hand it to the female mage, but Anastasia just tucked her hands behind her head and lifted her pelvis towards Brooke. The message was clear, either put the cloth under her butt or Aleron’s seed was going to leak out all over the table. With a sigh, Brooke tucked the cloth under Anastasia, who took the opportunity to wiggle around. In the process she brushed the bare skin of her inner thighs against Brooke’s hands. Brooke flipped the tail end of the cloth up so that it covered Anastasia’s swollen vulva.
“Oop,” Anastasia said and then grabbed the cloth. She used it in a wiping motion, carefully capturing what was coming out of her.
“Here you go,” she said, offering the now full cloth to Brooke. There was an expression on her face like she was offering Brooke a gift, instead of a cloth filled with cum.
“Umm, thanks,” Brooke replied, taking the cloth between thumb and forefinger and dropping it into a garbage bag.
“What? Why did you do that?” Anastasia demanded. She sounded outraged.
“What was I supposed to do with it?”
“Oh sweetness, your receptors don’t care if it’s second hand, as long as it’s fresh,” Anastasia said.
“What?”
“Your receptors. Inside your vagina? I’m probably using the wrong word. The part of your womanhood that detects a man’s cum and makes you orgasm.”
“That’s not a thing,” Brooke said.
“This is a language problem again,” Anastasia said. She squirmed around on the table to face towards the doorway.
“Aleron! What word does your society use for the chemo-receptors in a woman’s vagina that detect the proteins in men’s semen?” she called out.
“We don’t. Those are an Urbis thing. Earth women don’t have them,” Aleron called back.
“Wait! What?” Anastasia demanded.
She attempted to roll over on her side to fully face the doorway. In the process, she misjudged where she was on the table and her hip slid off. Brooke caught a look of panic on Anastasia’s face right before she disappeared over the edge with a crash.
“Are you okay miss Anastasia?” Brooke asked. A hand appeared above the lip of the table with a finger pointed at Brooke.
“Are you okay master Anastasia?” Brooke corrected herself.
“I am uninjured. I think gravity is stronger here than it was where I grew up,” Anastasia said, climbing to her feet.
Although she went over the edge of the table nearly naked, she was now wearing a padded gambeson. It was a full skirt of what was essentially quilted armour. The gambeson rippled, becoming a tight leather seamless catsuit as Brooke watched. It was her spellskin, reacting to the mage’s thoughts. Anastasia stalked in the direction of the lounge, high heels growing on her feet as she walked. She stopped in the doorway.
“Don’t clean the table while I’m gone,” she said, pointing at Brooke, “I’m not done with you.”
Then she turned and stalked into the lounge on stiletto heels, speaking in a language Brooke couldn’t understand. Apparently, Aleron could understand her because he responded in the same language.
Ignoring Anastasia’s order, Brooke cleared off the table. She applied a quick spray of polish, focusing on where Anastasia had been lying. Then she spread a new tablecloth over the table. In the background, she could hear Aleron and Anastasia speaking loudly in the language she couldn’t understand. They weren’t arguing, just speaking passionately about something.
Replacing the centerpieces, Brooke looked over the dining room. It was clean and polished. A job well done. A surge of satisfaction caused her mood to soar, and she found herself happily grinning at the clean room. Working as a domestic servant for a mage did have its benefits. She couldn’t imagine getting this kind of satisfaction from cleaning without the little modification Aleron had made to her mind so that she enjoyed her job.
With a clicking of high heels, Anastasia stalked back into the dining room. She was still clad in the red leather catsuit.
“You cleaned without me!” she exclaimed in a tone of shock. There was an expression of delight on her face, as if she was happy that Brooke had ignored her order.
“Of course,” Brooke said, “I don’t work for you.”
“You know I’m just going to make a pest of myself in the next room,” Anastasia said.
“I’m cleaning the toilets next,” Brooke replied.
“No, you aren’t.”
“You’re right. I’m taking a break,” Brooke admitted.
“In that case,” Aleron said from the lounge, “Why not join us?”
That was an offer she wasn’t going to refuse. She owed Aleron, she owed him her everything. The deal was for her to work as his maid for a year, but she wanted to give him far more than that. She walked into the lounge, the clip clop of her heels sounding on the hardwood floor. Aleron was sitting on a low comfy couch. He was dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt. As far as she could tell, the clothing was non-magical, but there was no way to be sure.
Anastasia swayed over to sit with Aleron. His eyes followed her swinging hips. She sat down, the spellskin rippling to stay skintight while her body moved. Even her high heels seemed to lower themselves in order to help her sit on the couch. Anastasia sat pressed up against Aleron’s side. He watched her all the way down.
“Okay, so I’m trying to understand this,” Anastasia said to Brooke, “How do Earth women have orgasms without receptors?”
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