Pocket Dimension

[All the characters in this story are above the age of 18.]

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On the hundred and thirty second day of the new year, the beautiful Court Sorcerer in Chief Merle held up two rings, both the same size; too big to for a finger but too small for a wrist. The rings themselves were a dark matte color, etched with runes all along the outsides. When Merle held them up to her eye, it circled the pretty almond shape perfectly.

Her devoted apprentice, Cait, looked at her master's creation and couldn't fight down a blush. While much too large for a finger and much too small for a wrist, Cait was intimately familiar with which body part of Merle's it would fit perfectly.

"Cait? I've done it. It's perfect."

I know, Cait did not say. Instead, she said, somewhat thornily, "Perfect for what? Washing? Singing? Telling the hour? Turning the whole court into dogs again?"

Merle, used to her apprentice's temper, simply flapped her hand, then pressed the two rings together vertically and blew a breath of magic over the top. When she pulled them apart again, the centers had been filled with iridescence, all the colors of the rainbow slipping around like an oil slick.

Cait raised a skeptical eyebrow and folded both arms under her moderate chest. "Oh, so it's a bauble for nobles."

One long, delicate finger (one that Cait also happened to be intimately familiar with) curled back and then poked the oil slick. It vanished, and out of the oil slick of the other ring, there appeared a long, delicate, disembodied finger.

Cait yelped. The shock had hit her in the heart, but also, distinctly, in the abdomen. Now she knew very well why the rings were sized as they were, and her pulse was speeding to match the realization.

Merle removed her finger from the portal and gave Cait a lazy, wicked smirk. "Attend me, darling. I think this creation of mine deserves one final test."

Cait barely managed a meep.

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She was soon on one of the worktables with her robe hiked up to her hips and her underthings pushed aside, blushing redder than summer tomatoes as her master stooped to fit the ring at the entrance of her already dripping cunt.

A tingle of magic zipped through her loins as Merle secured it there with a spell, then bloomed in tingling heat as it was activated.

"None of your usual protests, darling?" Merle teased as she patted her student's thigh.

Cait looked away, knowing her blush was spreading down her neck and over her chest. She couldn't seem to catch her breath at all.

"Well," the woman said as she straightened. She inspected the sheen of slick that had been left on her fingers, then stuck them in her mouth and sucked them clean. "I suppose you wouldn't."

Slowly lowering her legs from where they had been held open, Cait adjusted herself and said nothing. Her furiously pounding heart and sudden sweating were making her quite tongue-tied.

Merle held the other ring up to her eye, playfully winked at her student through it, then blew on it until it clouded over with a rainbow. "We both know where this goes, I suppose."

Guiltily, Cait watched as her master shuffled her clothing to the side and drew out a long, thick, lovely member. Her inner walls fluttered, and her juices dripped from the small ring even before it had touched the tip of her master's penis.

Lush red lips twitched in amusement at the sight of Cait's arousal, but otherwise she didn't react to it, simply positioned the ring at the head and slowly drew it down.

The hefty slide of Merle's penis never failed to drag a whimper from Cait's throat, and this time was no exception; it was, as it always was, accompanied by a low groan of satisfaction from Merle herself.

Once she had bottomed out and Cait's mind was empty of everything but fullness and heat and sex, she said lightly but breathlessly, "There we go."

"Gnuh," was Cait's intelligent contribution. Her legs were wobbling; her robes damp with sweat.

"Everything good?" Merle checked, and at Cait's dazed nod, she fiddled with her own ring, rubbing her penis around Cait's insides, then settled her clothing back to its impeccable stateliness. "Well then, you'd better get going."

Cait blinked several times in a row. "Get... going?" she echoed stupidly.

"Your duties are hardly going to wait for you, darling!" her master laughed, walking over to her. Clasping Cait's face with both her hands, she gave her apprentice a deep, loving kiss that made her member twitch inside her, and drew back with a perfunctory chu! "Off you go."

Dazed twice over, it took a few moments for the real horror to sink in: her master expected her to simply pretend nothing was wrong, pretend there wasn't a cock inside her threatening to edge her right into orgasm, while she did chores?

"Don't look so shocked," Merle chided her, looking amused. "What else did you think it was for?"

Cait whimpered, and never did manage to answer.

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Her day was torture.

No matter what she did, she couldn't escape the fullness of her master inside her. In fact, if she moved wrong, the tip bumped into that deep place inside her that made her shudder and choke in pleasure. She couldn't hump or rut or grind, either. She was stuck simply holding the woman's penis hot and hard inside her cunt.

It stretched on for hours and hours (one slipped into the next slipped into the next slipped into the--), and her peers and other betters seemed to decide that she was simply ill that day, and her slurred speech and red face should be pitied and coddled.

Occasionally, at the most inconvenient of times, Merle would lazily pump inside her a few times before settling in again, thoughtlessly leaving Cait whimpering and shuddering in need.

More than once, Cait scurried off to fondle herself into a much needed orgasm, and Merle indulged her by fucking her through them, only to settle back into her damnably deep seat after her student came.

By the end of the day, Cait was staggering and drooling as she barely made it through the workroom door.

"There you are, my love," said Merle airily as she stood from her seat. If she had been bothered by this particular experiment, she didn't show it. "I'd started to wonder if you were coming."

Cait nodded, drooled, and staggered over to her own special worktable, bracing her hands against its meticulously clean surface and wondered if she had the strength to bear the feelings sitting would give her.

"Hmm..." Behind her, Merle approached with clicking footsteps. "I think we shall call this test to an end."

Cait nearly cried in relief.

As apprentice slumped against the work table and waited for release, master slowly removed her own ring, unveiling the source of Cait's agony. It was flushed a deep red, veiny and twitching a little with her throbbing heartbeat.

"Would you look at that," she said softly, adjusting it for admiration. It smelled primarily like Cait's slick, but she still drooled a bit more. "Still hard and proud and tall." The open, warm approval she gave Cait was a balm and an elixir in one. "All thanks to your hard work. You did wonderfully, my dear."

Cunt still leaking slick through the ring, Cait was capable of nothing but melting.

"Such a good girl," Merle cooed, tilting Cait's chin up. With her visage swallowing Cait's vision, she murmured, "And good girls deserve rewards, don't you think?"

Cait whimpered an affirmative.

Kissing her sweetly, Merle removed the magic ring from Cait's cunt, then drew back to hook Cait's leg over her hip. "Let's give you what you've truly earned, darling."

"Y-yes, m-m-master--ah-ah-oh!"

Gripping her apprentice's hips tight, Merle drove her member deep into her student's cunt, then pulled out and pounded back in without delay, wrapping her up in a tight embrace as she fucked her furiously.

Wrung out as Cait was, her voice still reached a lusty wail in no time at all, answering whispers of how do you like that? and such a good girl and so perfect and tight and my little Cait with sobs of, "Yes, master! Yes master--yes-yes-yes-yes!"

"Now," Merle had muttered breathlessly into her hairline about halfway through, "if only you were this enthusiastic about your studies."

Cait offered a garbled groan and then a broken shout, because Merle had punctuated it with a particularly hard thrust.

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An indeterminable amount of time later, when there was seed-and-slick dribbling down Cait's weak thighs and Merle was finally soft, the rings were inspected again.

"Did my presence inside of you flicker at all, while you were wearing this?" Merle asked, and received a shake of the head. "Any sudden enlargements or shrinking?" Another negative, though it was a bit lost in the way Cait's head was lolling. Merle gathered her wrecked apprentice into her arms and kissed the crown of her head. "Then I'll declare the final test a success, and these portable portals complete."

"Mmf," said Cait, who knew that a completed creation just meant that it would enter her master's arsenal. She was, however, too fucked out to care. Nuzzling into the soft fabric of Merle's robes, she let her consciousness fade away.