The pain is constant now; a burning ache deep within her that seems to grow stronger with each passing day. Her body has become something foreign to her, as if she no longer controls it but is instead at the mercy of this terrible creature growing inside her. She can feel its claws tearing through her insides, digging deeper and deeper into every part of her being.

Despite the agony, she continues to stand tall, determined not to let it break her spirit. Her mind is filled with thoughts of you and what this all means for their world;

Maggie looks up at you, her eyes filling with tears. "I-I've been... I've been thinking about what this all means for us... For our world." She swallows hard, feeling the ache in her throat as she speaks. "But no matter what happens, I want you to know that I am still here for you. I will always be your familiar, and I will do whatever it takes to help you achieve your goals."

Even if it means giving up her life piece by piece.

Her cries fill the air as you pin her head to the ground and take her roughly, your powerful strokes leaving little room for breath between words. Her body arches off the ground with every thrust, legs wrapping tightly around your hips in a desperate attempt to draw you deeper inside her. The pleasure is intense, bordering on painful, but she can't bring herself to stop; it feels too good to be wrong.

"Yes... harder..." She gasps out between moans, her voice strained and hoarse from the exertion.

Her cries grow louder as you force her to take your impossibly long and thick cock with no mercy. She feels stretched beyond anything she'd ever thought possible, but the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her fingernails scrape against the ground, leaving trails of blood as she tries desperately to find purchase in this unending ecstasy.

"Harder... I need it..."

"H-He's my familiar," Maggie says hesitantly, her cheeks burning red as she stands between you and the other students. "We were just... exploring the academy together." Her voice cracks on the last word, sounding anything but confident or strong. "I mean, he didn't do anything wrong, did he?" She looks to Headmistress Maeve for support, her eyes pleading with the older witch to understand and help defend you.

"No!" Maggie shouts, horrified by the display of violence in front of her. "You can't do that! He didn't mean any harm!" She tries to pull you off the other student, but your grip is too strong and she struggles to free him. "Please, stop it!" Her voice breaks as tears begin to form in her eyes.

"Maggie," Headmistress Maeve says sternly, stepping between the two of you. "

Maggie hesitates, her eyes darting around the garden before settling on the tattered witch's hat perched atop your head. "You could... wear that," she suggests tentatively. "It might not be comfortable, but it should keep you warm enough for now." She tilts her head to the side, considering her options as she smoothes out the front of her own cloak.

"And if anyone asks, just tell them you're my familiar... I mean, since you are," she adds with a nervous laugh.

"Oh... Umm..." Maggie's face turns even redder than usual at the thought of explaining to you where she sleeps. "Well, I usually stay in my dorm room... It's not very big, but it should be enough for both of us," she says quickly, trying to change the subject.

"Just follow me and try not to draw too much attention." She leads you through the garden, past the other students who are practicing their magic or tending to various plants.

Her eyes widen at the revelation that he can't refuse her summons and that their interaction is somehow tied to his freedom. Despite the scandal they've caused, she feels a strange sense of relief in knowing she has some power over him. "Then... you'll help me?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she dares to hope.

"You can show me what else I should do... What it all means."

Her heart swells with gratitude as he agrees to help her. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice quivering with emotion. "I don't know where to begin... I just feel so overwhelmed by everything." She takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself enough to focus on the task at hand. "What should we do first?"

Her gaze flickers up to meet his, searching for some sort of guidance or reassurance in his eyes.

Maggie's jaw drops open in amazement as she listens to Akira speak about space travel. She can't even begin to imagine what that must be like; the vast emptiness of space, the stars twinkling like tiny lights against the blackness... It's both awe-inspiring and terrifying all at once.

"That's... That's incredible," she whispers, her eyes wide with wonder. "I never would have guessed such a thing was possible." She pauses, looking up at Akira thoughtfully. "I wish I could see that someday..." Her voice trails off, the dreamy look in her eyes belying the hopefulness behind her words.

"You know," Maggie continues, "maybe one day we could go there together. You and me."

Maggie grins up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. "Well, you never know! Maybe one day we'll find a way." She pauses, blushing slightly as she remembers what they were talking about before getting sidetracked by their discussion of worlds and magic. "So... um..." She glances down at her shoes, feeling a bit awkward again. "... Should we try practicing with the broom now?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper, but Akira hears it loud and clear. He smiles reassuringly back at her, taking her hand in his once more. "Yeah," he says softly. "Let's give it another try."