Corsica welcomed me with a light, pleasant breeze.
The surrounding ocean, combined with its equatorial proximity, made one thing clear—winter didn't exist here. It felt like one of those rare, perfect places for me: an ideal balance between work and relaxation.
In the past, I hadn't paid much attention to the island's beauty—there were always more pressing concerns. But now... now I could finally see it. And it was truly beautiful.
No wizards lingered nearby, so I was free from magical interruptions. The Muggles were slowly abandoning the island as well. At this rate, it would be completely deserted in a few years. That's when I could begin reshaping it to match the vision in my head.
Maria had come along too—seeking a reward of her own. I didn't mind. No matter how hard Fleur had tried to "drain" me, she hadn't succeeded. I was still brimming with energy—and desire.
To make sure Maria remembered this gift, I went all out. On the sandy shore, I set up a charming little gazebo with a white tablecloth and matching chairs. I always carried food with me, so preparing a dish worthy of a wizard of my caliber was simple. Enchanting the area so no waiter was needed? Even simpler.
A little farther down was a redwood path that led to a larger gazebo, furnished with a bed, an armchair, and an open-air shower.
Maria had gone off to change, and—out of respect—I stopped peeking through her eyes or listening to her thoughts. She appreciated that. I could sense it without even using magic. And I appreciated it too.
Evening approached, and with it, a faint arousal stirred inside me. Oh ho ho.
Rising from the transfigured chair, I turned to watch the sun dip toward the horizon. The sky was a flawless canvas of blue. No clouds in sight—tonight would be full of stars.
Then I heard soft footsteps on the wooden path. I turned, and the sight that greeted me brought deep satisfaction. Maria had chosen her outfit carefully: a light dress that covered everything, yet somehow revealed the full allure of a demoness wrapped in the form of a human woman.
"You look lovely," I said without hesitation.
She blushed. Even without touching her mind, I could tell she genuinely appreciated the compliment. And she knew I hadn't read her emotions—I was speaking plainly. That made my words mean more.
What still amazes me is how much she's changed since I placed that seal on her—when her fate hung between life and death. I'm not just confident in her loyalty—I'm absolutely certain of it. She could never betray me, never even think of harming me.
But then again… where's the fun in certainty?
"Thank you, Timothy," she said carefully. When she saw no harsh reaction, her smile brightened.
"Come," I said, taking her hand and leading her to the table. Like a proper gentleman, I pulled out her chair and helped her sit, then took my place across from her.
A single clap of my hands awakened the enchantment. Bottles of chilled water floated around, pouring us each a glass. A menu appeared on the table. Maria began to scan it with interest.
"Your magic is amazing," she said.
"It is," I agreed. "Magic is amazing—if you know what you're doing."
Just like that, we drifted into a light, easy conversation. The water gave way to wine, which carried us into dinner. Our dialogue remained pleasant and quiet. I could tell Maria enjoyed moments like this—but even more than that, she was eagerly anticipating what came next.
When the sun finally dipped beneath the horizon, swallowed by the sea, torches flared to life, casting a warm, red glow. Soft music drifted through the evening air.
"Maria, may I have this dance?"
"Of course," she replied, nodding gently as she took my hand.
The melody was light and uncomplicated, making it easy to sway in time. There was no need for practiced steps—just the simple rhythm of a slow dance.
By the second song, Maria had visibly relaxed. I drew her closer, my hands gradually slipping to her hips, where I held her with subtle firmness. The dress's fabric dulled the sensation slightly, but the warmth between us was undeniable. The second dance was more intimate; by the end, we shared a cautious kiss that deepened as the music played on.
As the moment intensified, I lifted her into my arms and carried her toward the second gazebo, where a bed awaited beneath the canopy. Our lips never parted.
Laying her gently down, I hovered above her, wrapped in the comfort of our closeness. The warmth of her body beneath mine stirred something deeper. My hands slid under her dress, exploring the softness of her skin.
"Ah-h!" She let out a quiet moan. "Timothy… don't stop."
I wasn't planning on stopping. With a whispered spell, her clothes vanished, folding neatly on the floor, revealing the beauty before me. She moved to shield herself modestly, but her allure only grew.
"You're breathtaking," I told her. "I want you."
"I want you too, Timothy," she whispered.
With a single thought, I rid myself of my clothes. Maria's eyes lit up with even more excitement. The next thing I knew, we were back to kissing. My hands traveled freely over the former demoness' body. Occasionally, I touched her incredibly firm and pleasing tits. Her nipples became aroused, suggesting that it would be nice to play with them as well.
And I didn't deny myself that pleasure. As I continued to press into her, without penetration for now, I began kissing my way down to her beautiful tits. Grabbing a sharp nipple, I slowly began to play with it with my tongue. My other hand squeezed the other breast, also playing with it.
Maria was getting incredible pleasure from this. Her breasts seemed to be very sensitive. After licking her nipple, I reached up and just stroked her breasts with my hands. How wonderful it felt.
"That feels so good," Maria voiced my thoughts. Her legs were spread, showing her pussy, which was a little flushed. It was invitingly ready to take my cock inside her. But I took my time. Oh no, there is no need to rush.
In a second, we were once again entwined in a kiss. My one hand, however, crept to her beautiful bud and began to play gently with it. The wetness and sensation were quite pleasant. For a moment, my finger penetrated her. Just for a little bit. But Maria was already grinding with pleasure.
Wonderful.
"Do you like it?" I asked her softly.
"Yes," she nodded quietly. "I never thought that you humans could take such pleasure in a seemingly simple process."
"That's right," I smirked at that. "Do you want to play?"
I dropped down beside her on the bed and pointed to my cock. Without even thinking, Maria lifted herself up, threw her beautiful leg over me, and began to cover my body with kisses.
When she reached down, I had to put a couple of pillows behind my back. I wanted to see the process and not only feel it. She licked the head of my cock very gently, stroked with her tongue and then kissed it. Looking straight into my eyes, she smirked and then ran her tongue from the root all the way to the top. Oh, that felt so good.
Seeing my satisfaction, Maria slowly raised her head and began to suck on the head. After a few seconds, she took a deep breath and just planted her head on my cock. It was surrounded by pleasure from every side. Maria's mouth was wet and sloppy. In the next second, she started fiercely sucking it from the head to the root and back. The sounds her mouth was making were even more arousing.
After a while, she released my cock and watched the web of saliva that connected her mouth to the head of my cock. She took it in her palm and started playing very gently. The aesthetics of this process were something that I did not expect to see. I think it would have been cool if not one but two or maybe three girls were giving me such a sloppy head. Maybe in the near future it will become possible. Hah.
Maria looked at me calmly, and then I saw something click in her eyes. Next second she was back to sucking my dick. This blowjob was full of fury and desire. She was like a vacuum trying to get something from me. The pleasure I felt grew tenfold. Understandably, she is not a professional in this field, because even Fleur was better and more versatile in her technique.
"I'm going to cum!" I gasped, my voice trembling with urgency. A surge of pleasure coursed through me, making every nerve in my body tingle.
Sensing my release drawing near, Maria slowed her pace just enough to tease me further, then wrapped her lips around my cock with renewed determination. She took me deeper than before, her hot, wet mouth working skillfully against my throbbing shaft. Each stroke of her tongue sent sparks of ecstasy racing up my spine, until the tension coiled too tight to bear.
A deep, feral growl tore from my chest the instant I exploded into her mouth, the raw intensity of my climax catching me off guard. Each hot spurt of cum forced a gasp from her, but Maria seemed hungry for it—her tongue working greedily to lap up every drop. She gagged momentarily as the surge filled her throat, yet her lips never left my cock, clinging tight as she fought to swallow every last bit.
Her muffled moans vibrated against my shaft, sending electric pulses through my body that made me twitch. I could feel the sloppy mix of saliva and cum coating my flesh, and the lewd, wet sounds of her sucking spurred my pleasure to new heights. She gripped my thighs, nails digging in slightly as if she needed the grounding—almost like she was determined to milk every final surge from me.
When the flood finally subsided, she lingered, her head bobbing slowly as if to coax out any remnants. A strand of spit and seed clung between her lips and my cock when she finally withdrew—an erotic trophy of her efforts. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair mussed, and her eyes glowed with wicked satisfaction.
Maria swallowed audibly, then let out a low, throaty purr. She ran her tongue over her lips with a smirk that sent a renewed jolt of desire through me. The heady mix of her breath, my release, and the sheer carnality of it all made me crave more, even as my body trembled with aftershocks.
"Mmm… Delicious," she purred, flicking her tongue over her lips as though she couldn't get enough.
"I'm glad you liked it," I managed, breathless, a satisfied grin curling my mouth.
This first shot wasn't even a warm-up for me. It was a warm-up to warm me up so I was ready to continue onward.
Maria saw that my cock was ready to continue, so she did not hesitate to go forward. She wanted to see the next big thing. Lifting herself up, she crawled up a little and then began to adjust to take my cock inside her.
When my cock connected with her pussy, she closed her eyes. I understood that even a small touch was giving her a lot of pleasure. She froze for a second, getting ready for what would come next. It should be happening right now.
In an instant, Maria sharply and rigidly lowered herself, taking my cock fully inside her. She froze and began to get used to my size. I, on the other hand, was enjoying the tight and hot sensation. The view of her body was also very alluring.
Slapping her ass, I gave her a hint that it was time to start moving already. Maria opened her eyes, smiled embarrassedly, and began to rise very slowly. I found traces of blue blood on my cock. It looked like she was a virgin. Nice. When my cock had almost left her pussy, Maria began to slowly lower herself down, once again imposing herself on my dick.
And so it went on for a while. Maria moved slowly and very rhythmically. If at first she felt a slight pain and discomfort, now it was gone. The moment she realized that she felt pleasure, she began to speed up a little bit at a time. Being a demoness, she didn't have the same physical limitations as human girls.
Her beautiful body moved up and down. Her firm tits were like balls, furiously hypnotizing my gaze. Unable to resist, I grabbed them and started playing with them. But even so, it couldn't go on like this for long.
Abruptly lifting her up, I decided to change position. Putting her on her back, spreading her legs wide, I inserted my cock in her vagina. This time it was my turn to move. And I was going to enjoy this pussy to the fullest. I set the pace myself and kept it up for a very long time.
"Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" Maria moaned with pleasure every time I fully inserted my cock.
She was losing the ability to control herself very quickly, and simply began to forget everything in the pleasure she was receiving. At one point, I pulled out my cock, allowing the demoness to catch her breath. Discreetly, I took one interesting potion and dripped a little on my cock. It was a magical aphrodisiac. Very powerful and concentrated.
The moment I slammed my cock back into her, the potion's effects lit us both up like a fuse to dynamite. Maria's eyes flew open, and she let out a sharp, breathy wail as an orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clamped around me in a hot, slick vise that felt like it might rip another climax from me on the spot. Each fierce contraction fired a white-hot bolt of bliss through my core, dragging me closer to an edge I was all too eager to fling myself over.
Entranced by her rapturous expression, I thrust into her again and again, each stroke more relentless than the last. My lungs burned, and my heart pounded like a war drum, the rhythmic smack of our bodies echoing in my ears. She moaned my name, nails raking at my back, fueling the raw need that raged inside me.
Then, with a ragged groan, I felt the inevitable rush surging up my spine. My hips slammed forward one last time, and I exploded into her with a force that nearly tore a shout from my throat. Hot, thick waves of cum gushed into her tight heat, some of it overflowing and dribbling onto the sheets. Even as I pulled free, my body refused to let go of the pleasure—I pulsed a few more times, painting her thighs and belly with the final spurts of my release.
Panting heavily, I let my gaze roam over the mess we'd made—her skin glistening with sweat and my seed. The sight sent another spark of lust rolling through me.
"Don't even think about relaxing," I growled, still breathless. "This is just the beginning."
"Yes, Timothy! It's only the beginning," she replied, quickly coming to her senses.