Chapter 32:And you will teach me?”

“Julia said it used to be easier, um, to change things in the real world.”

Cleopatra nodded. “In my time magic was more common because it worked, even for people with no talent. People believed in it, so it worked. We used to use poppets, voodoo dolls, to bring harm to people. Our burial rituals were all based around magic and belief. It was a way of life.” One of her hands strayed across to rest on Michael’s chest, her fingers playing lightly over the bare skin. “In modern times, people believe in nothing. Religion no longer raises the awe it once did, even to those who still say they believe. Life has become… mundane.”

Her hand had moved down across Michael’s stomach as she spoke. Now it wrapped lightly around his naked cock, stroking the semi-hard shaft. Her little speech had distracted him from her body, but now the relaxation that had been overtaking his hard-on was thrown aside by the contact of her hand. He let out a low groan as her thumb grazed over his fraenulum and her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing slightly.

“I find you very attractive, Michael,” she told him, her voice calm and low. “I know I’m a little older than you, but I hope you find me attractive?” Michael nodded dumbly as her hand began to slide up and down his shaft. “Good. When I was alive, my lovers were restricted by affairs of state. My advisers could not risk a pregnancy by anyone but a suitable mate. So I would come here to satisfy myself with anyone I wished.” Her free hand reached up and pulled her headpiece out of her hair. “Now, of course, here is all I have, but I have much the same… appetite.”

She bent forward, her exquisite mouth opening to kiss the tip of his cock. Michael gasped at the feather-light touch, and then her lips enclosed him in their warmth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the pre-cum that had formed at the end of his penis. He felt her lips sliding down the length of his shaft, her tongue sliding out to lick around the sides and underside as she took the whole length of him into her mouth. He felt her tonsils touch him, felt her push deeper until her nose pressed against his stomach. It felt like heaven. Slowly, very slowly, she slid back, raising her head until his cock slipped free of her ruby lips.

“Ooooh, my god!” Michael gasped. “How do you do that without breathing?”

Her hands were now clasped, one around his shaft, the other around his balls, the sensations driving him deeper into lust. “Simple really. This is a dream, we don’t need to breathe. Maybe being dead helps you realise it.” Her thumb stroked once more over his fraenulum and he twitched violently. “I can deep throat a man until the cows come home.” Her head ducked down once more and she began another long, slow, drawn-out descent along his shaft until the head of his penis was buried in the back of her throat.

“I’m… gonna… cummmmmm,” Michael growled, and his hips twitched, pushing himself deeper into her throat. She hummed her agreement and squeezed his balls, pushing him completely over the edge. He felt rope after rope of cum erupting from his cock and into Cleopatra’s throat. He was cumming down the throat of a Queen of Egypt and she was enjoying every second of it.

As his orgasm subsided, she slid off him, licking her lips, and grinning wickedly. “That was nice, you taste good.” She climbed up onto the bed, parting her skirt as she did so, and straddled his hips. “Now I want to see how you feel.”

“I don’t think I can…”

“Of course you can, Michael. This is my dreamscape; men stay hard here for as long as I want them to.” She lifted his cock to her pussy and slipped him into herself without another word. She was right, he realised as she bore down on him, he would not go soft until she was finished with him.

He was amazed at how tight she was. Lucy had been tighter than Julia, and he had expected this to be a trend with older women. Cleopatra was about as old as he was ever likely to meet and her pussy was almost as tight as Cherry’s ass had been. Her felt her ass come to rest on his hips and knew that he was all the way inside her. “How does that feel?” she asked.

“I-incredible,” he stammered out.

“How about this?” Suddenly her inner muscles were stroking over his cock in much the same way that the masturbation machine had worked him. This time, however, the head of his cock was being squeezed at the top of each stroke and Michael knew he would cum very quickly if she kept this up. His head pressed hard back into the pillow he was lying on and he gritted his teeth in an effort to avoid cumming. “Let it out, Michael. You can cum a dozen times and I’ll still have your lovely thick cock to keep me happy.” Her muscles squeezed him down the length of his shaft and he came, his hips bucking against her.

She began to ride him then, sliding herself up until he was almost out of her, and then plunging down on him like a swooping falcon. Her pace quickened. She braced her hands on his chest to give herself better balance and drove herself up and down on his shaft, inner muscles rippling as she did so. Michael felt his third orgasm coming fast, and this time allowed himself to just go with it, bucking his hips up into her to counter her own actions. “That’s it, lover,” she crooned. “That’s so fucking good.”

As his third orgasm subsided, Michael pushed up on one hip, throwing her onto her back and leaving him, still inside her, on top. “Oh, Michael, so forceful,” she said, locking her legs across his lower back. “Fuck me, darling. Fuck me like the whore I am.”

Michael began to slam his cock into her as hard and as fast as he could. With each thrust he felt the head of his cock butt up against the top of her vagina. Her muscles played with him every step of the way, teasing him, squeezing him, making every thrust a slightly different experience. He came again, but managed to keep his body pumping into her even through the haze of flashing lights that seemed to fill his skull.

“Unngh, yes, Michael, that’s it. Nearly there. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, Isis, yesssss!” Every muscle in her body seemed to strain at the same time. Her legs clamped down on him, forcing him deep inside her, where her cunt grabbed hold of him and would not let go. Her back arched up, giving him a delightful view of her full, sweat-covered breasts with their rose-tinted nipples. He twitched his hips in an effort to move inside her, and her muscles rippled in response, wringing another orgasm out of him. Fireworks went off inside his brain and the world seemed to spin away from him.

Lying together afterwards, Cleopatra’s fingers playing languidly around Michael’s shaft, she told him one last thing she thought he needed to know.

“There are people who will come looking for you because of your talent. They have hunted the stronger sorcerers for years. Their intent will not be to invite you to an orgy. You must avoid them until you are strong enough to fight them.”

“And you will teach me?” he asked. Quite calmly, he reached out a hand and stroked one finger over her clitoris.

“Ah! Yes, if you keep doing things like that, I’ll teach you anything you want to know. Come to me tomorrow night, we’ll begin your lessons then. Now you have to go, it’s almost dawn in the real world.”

Michael slipped out of bed and turned toward the door of the bed chamber. He figured that would be a good way to leave the dreamscape.

“Oh, Michael.”

“Yes?” he asked, looking back.

“Bring your little friend Lucy with you. There are things she should learn as well and…”

“What?”

“I haven’t had a young woman in my bed for a decade.”