Slave to the Sorceress

[Kaena]

She didn't even flinch when he surged forward in a sad attempt to grab her. She knew her spell would take effect rather quickly and she was in no danger of him being able to do anything. She merely stepped away, making a mental note to punish him for even trying. She could feel his glare burning into her back as she undressed. If looks could kill, he definitely would have done some damage with the smoldering hate she saw deep in them.

It didn't take long for her magic to compell him to move into the bed chamber and climb onto the bed as instructed. She could tell he wanted to voice his opinion in the matter, but for now the magic would only allow him to do as instructed. The site of him lying stretched out and naked on her bed sent a tingle of arousal through her body, her eyes feasting appreciatively on his hard cock standing proud between his legs. She approached the bed slowly, allowing time for him to get a full look at her naked body. As she drew closer she saw that the look in his eyes had changed from hate and anger to one of pure want and desire. He wanted her, partially due to how her magic was making him feel, but there was more there, he wanted her as a man naturally wants a woman.

She slowly ran the fingers of her hand along his leg and up to his inner thigh, her magic amplifying her touch. She paused to look up at him before lightly trailing her fingers along his cock, toying with him to see how long it took before he realized that there was more to her touch than usual. Moving up the bed, she picked up a pair of shackles and secured them around his wrists, once again using magic to fortify the chains to ensure they didn't break once she released some of the hold her magic had on him.

Climbing onto the bed, she straddled his waist, her hot pussy pressing against his hard cock. Speaking another spell, she released some of the hold she had on his body, making him once again able to move on his own free will and speak, but, she still had control of his arousal and release, her magic still present enough to amplify anything he would feel. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his head to the side and leaned down to run her tongue slowly along the side of his neck before nibbling softly on his ear, her body trapping his hard cock between her body and his.

Kissing back down his neck she moved to his chest, releasing his hair as her mouth found his nipple. She ran her tongue around his nipple in an excruciatingly slow circle before sucking it into her mouth, her soft lips hot against his skin. Shifting her weight off him, she reached between them and took his hard cock in her hand, guiding it to the wet patch between her legs. With a moan filled with desire, she slowly slid down on his cock, groaning as it filled her entirely. His cock soon became slick with her juices as she slowly began to ride him, her knees pressed into his side to hold him place as she used him for her own pleasure.

"Let's see how long it takes for you to start begging me for release," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, another moan echoing through the chamber as she rode him faster and with more intensity.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

When she entered the bedroom she had left the gown she had worn, and his eyes feasted on the image of her naked body striding with that same self-assured confidence she exuded that set his blood and begrudgingly-his desires-boiling. She was glorious, radiant like the moonlight that bathed them from the grand vaulted bedroom windows to one side of the room.

He wanted her. He loathed her for wanting her. He wanted her for loathing her. He wanted her.

She was gorgeous of course. He had always heard of the Sorceress' unworldly beauty, but there was too much bloodshed between them to allow him to acknowledge that fact. Now, however she was before him standing nude her beauty hit him about as subtly as a swift kick to the gonads would. She had pale unblemished skin that shined supernaturally when bathed in the silvery moonlight from the grand windows of her bed-chambers. Hair tumbling down from the top of her head like a waterfall of midnight black silk. Lips red against the pale skin so kissably soft, and her eyes held a wicked yet alluring intelligence behind them that called out to him in a way that shamed Galan.

She stood over him looking down at his naked body open and waiting for her. Her hand raised and Galan felt her fingertips caress over his thigh and inside his legs over his straining erection. He tried not to groan. It felt more real, more vibrant, more intense than it had before. Was that from the spell she had cast upon him?

She lifted his arms and chained his wrists to the headboard. Then raised one leg and gracefully climbed up onto the bed to stand over him glorious in her nudity and power over him. Then she gestured for him and he could suddenly speak once more.

"Etzhi temptress," He glowered up at her, "You'll find I won't give in to your perverse wiles this time. I will never submit to you."

Her response was looking down upon his body trembling and straining in need of more of her touch as if seeing through the rather paper thin resistance of his pride against her. His traitorous body had tasted her before and yearned for the full meal. She bent over grabbing hold of his hair and pulling his head over to one side. He shivered as he felt her tongue trace up his neck raising goosebumps in its wake. She captured his earlobe between her lips and her teeth nibbled on it. He groaned out loud as she laid her body over his and trapped his poor throbbing cock between them.

The next few minutes she began to play with him trailing kisses down his neck and chest to hone in on his left nipple. She was accompanied by the sounds of groans and whimpers and the catches in his breathing as she found a particularly sensitive spot on his body.

She reached down between them and he groaned out loud as her fingers closed around his aching cock and set . Then with a groan matched by her own she slid herself down over his considerable length until she was settled over his base and began to ride his cock like a master rider.

"Let's see how long it takes for you to start begging me for release," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, another moan echoing through the chamber as she rode him faster and with more intensity.

Galan's back arched off the bed and groaned out loud thrusting up to meet her every down thrust as much as he was capable in this position. "Oh gods of light....forgive me...it's so...so good.." He pulled on the chains again though he was not certain if it was to free himself to push her off to stop this or to take hold of her so she wouldn't stop.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra didn't feel the need to respond to his defiant words. As hard as he was trying to convince her otherwise, she knew by the way his body was responding to her, it was only a matter of time before he would submit to her, even if it was just the begging she was eager to hear falling from his lips.

As she explored his body, she made note of how he reacted to each and every touch. She knew her magic was increasing the sensation, but, she was keenly away of each groan, whimper and intake of breath he made. She smiled wickedly to herself at his reaction of her mouth on his nipple, it was a weakness she intended to exploit as much as possible. She always did love having a man squirming beneath her, completely at her mercy.

It took all her energy to keep herself from tumbling over the edge right away as she felt him thrust his hard cock into her eager pussy. Her knee hold on his hips was not enough to hold him in place as he rose up to meet her, filling her hole with each desperate thrust. Tightening her knees around him, she gained back some of the control and slowed down her pace, allowing her body to feel the pleasure in waves, but not quite reaching the point of no return. As much as she wanted to just ride him hard and dirty until she came, she also wanted to draw out the torture on his body, until he was begging her for more.

Leaning down, she kissed the side of his neck once again before grazing her teeth along the bare skin. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat beneath her tongue and could feel his pulse racing. Kissing down his chest once more, she took his other nipple in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she began to ride him a little faster. She sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy drew a loud moan from her lips and she gently bit and sucked his nipple before pulling away once again.

Leaning back on the bed, she put one hand behind her to brace herself as she continued to ride him, giving him a full look at her body. Her other hand dipped between her legs as she ran her fingers over the hard nub waiting there. Her breath caught as she felt herself getting closer to the edge, her eyes closing as she took in all the sensations. Giving herself over to it, she came hard, her body riding him to fruition as she took her own pleasure from him, not caring of his own. She rode him through her orgasm and then slowed down, peering down along her body at him as she continued to ride him, a wicked smile on her face. She may have gotten some of what she wanted from him, but she was not done yet, the night was still young.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Let's see how long it takes for you to start begging me for release," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, another moan echoing through the chamber as she rode him faster and with more intensity.

Galan's back arched off the bed and groaned out loud thrusting up to meet her every down thrust as much as he was capable in this position. "Oh gods of light....forgive me...it's so...so good.." He pulled on the chains again though he was not certain if it was to free himself to push her off to stop this or to take hold of her so she wouldn't stop.

In response the hold she had around his waist with her knees tightened restricting his mobility to meet her thrusts to a pathetic fraction. Clearly this Sorceress wanted to control their battle of wills here and Galan felt the urge to challenge her on that, but when she bent down and he felt her lips press a kiss to the siide of his neck just above where his pulse was hammering in his veins. The pace of her movements slowed down to a more controlled intensity as her clit was dragged against his pelvis.

He gasped out loud as he felt the grazing of her teeth over her chin as she rode him-used him for her own pleasure more like. Her lips traced down his chest to center around his left nipple. There her tongue rolled over it causing a groan to sound through his clenched teeth as her using him grew faster.

"Oh gods..." He groaned as he felt her lips close over the nipple and suckle there. He tried to move to thrust up into her downward thrusts, but he had no movement to accomplish that.

Moaning with an animalistic lust she raised back up to sitting atop him placing a hand behind her on his thigh to support herself as she rolled her hips using him further. Galan was gifted with the glorious sight of her naked body as she reveled in riding his cock to her own climax of pleasure.

"Ohhh..." By the gods the feel of her rippling and convulsing around his hard cock was amazing and he felt himself trying to release with her, but something held him back and kept him from coming with her. Was that her magic keeping him from plunging over the edge. "...Gods of light."

He was met in turn by her grinning down at him wickedly as she rolled her hips for
more from him.

"...You think you can break me like this...Ohhh gods..." He growled up at her as she continued to ride him the pleasure compounding and mounting greater and greater the longer this seemed to go on. Through this all he did not let up with his diatribe against her-it was all the "...I will not...yield to you...whore...you...ohh godsss...you bitch....I hate you..."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra had felt his body react to her as she rode through her orgasm. He had tried to come, but, quickly learned that he was not going to be able to. As much as he continued to curse her, she knew his body wanted more and it was only a matter of time before it drove him to the breaking point.

"...You think you can break me like this...Ohhh gods..."

"It's only a matter of time," she replied, her voice dripping with her own arousal. "I have only just begun. How many times do you think you can take being brought to the edge and not being allowed to come?" She laughed softly as she grinded against him, a gasp escaping her lips as his cock slid against the sensitive walls inside her. Under normal circumstances she would have been too sensitive to continue, but, she used her magic to dull the sensations a little so she could continue to torture him using her body.

"You would do well to watch your tongue boy," she purred, moving her hips slowly, drawing out the pleasure as she rode him slowly. "I would hate to have to gag you and take away the option of yielding to me. I don't have to have you submit to me to use you as my fuck toy, my magic can you keep you hard and ready for me" Leaning over she kissed along his neck again, a low growl of arousal escaping her lips. Releasing her knees hold on his hips she began to ride him faster, knowing the ability to thrust up to meet her would only deepen the intensity of the pleasure she was forcing on his body.

"Submit to me and I can show you pleasure you could never imagine," she whispered as she drew the skin of his earlobe into her mouth. "Denounce your gods and give your body to me willingly or I will leave you like this for the night."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"...You think you can break me like this...Ohhh gods..." He growled up at her as she continued to ride him the pleasure compounding and mounting greater and greater the longer this seemed to go on. Through this all he did not let up with his diatribe against her-it was all the "...I will not...yield to you...whore...you...ohh godsss...you bitch....I hate you..."

"It's only a matter of time," she replied, her voice dripping with her own arousal. "I have only just begun."

He groaned. She felt amazing on top of him, damn it. He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this. In fact, Galan did was not even certain he wanted out of this-curse his traitorous soul a thousand years of death. He wanted to break these chains and pull her down and thrust within her until finally he came within her He wanted her. He hated her. He wanted her and hated her. He was nothing but contradictions when it came to this woman.

"How many times do you think you can take being brought to the edge and not being allowed to come?" She laughed softly as she grinded against him, a gasp escaping her lips as his cock slid against the sensitive walls inside her.

He groaned out again in pleasure as those cursed wonderful walls of velvet moved and worked wonders over his sensitive cock. Yet he still summoned his will to show some more bravado, "I can take whatever you can dish out, Etzhi bitch."

"You would do well to watch your tongue boy," she purred, moving her hips slowly, drawing out the pleasure as she rode him slowly. "I would hate to have to gag you and take away the option of yielding to me."

"Then I would win this contest between us," He shot back, but on the inside he was indeed sweating. He did not want to be gagged. His words were the only weapons he had left to him in which to do battle with her now.

"I don't have to have you submit to me to use you as my fuck toy," She shot back bending back down over him to kiss the side of his neck sending shivers and raising goosebumps up and down his skin. "My magic can you keep you hard and ready for me"

Her knees were no longer pressing into his sides so the moment he was able to move the muscles of his back tensed launching pelvis up and his cock deeper within that wonderful and hated pussy of hers. "I will not be your toy."

"Submit to me and I can show you pleasure you could never imagine," she whispered as she drew the skin of his earlobe into her mouth. "Denounce your gods and give your body to me willingly or I will leave you like this for the night."

"Mmmmh...Oh gods..." He growled thrusting up deep within her and pulling back out to immediately drive back inside her. His actions were not rational. She had pushed him into a creature of pure animal need and lustful instinct. "...I will not...Oh gods...submit to you...never...Oh gods...so good..."

 

[Kaena]

"I can take whatever you can dish out, Etzhi bitch." His words were full of hate, but, the tone of his voice betrayed what his body was already telling her. She couldn't help but laugh at his attempt at bravado. It was true he had managed to hold out for now, but, she knew he had to have a breaking point. She just hadn't found it yet, though the unbridled lust in his eyes told her she was getting close. She could almost taste the sweet nectar of victory.


"Then I would win this contest between us," he protested as she reached for the silk scarf she intended to use to gag him. She had seen the quick flash of fear in his eyes at the mention of her taking away his only way of fighting back. It was true she would be denied the tantalizing sound of him begging her, but, there was other ways he would be able to tell her he was ready to give her what she wanted.

"Do you really think it would be a win for you to be denied the sweet release I know you so desperately want," she chided, a groan slipping from her lips as he realized his hips were free and drove his cock into her desperately.

She slid the soft strands of the scarf through her fingers as she continued to ride him, toying with the idea of whether she wanted to gag him or not. She cried out again as his hard cock slid against the ever sensitve was of her pussy.

"I will not be your toy." He spat the words at her defiantly and with such conviction she almost laughed at him again. "Silly boy, what makes you think you are not my toy already?" she replied, reaching down to push the scarf into his mouth and tie it in place. She groaned again as he thrust up into her, the power behind his thrust almost displacing her from around his cock.

"You know what I want," she teased, taking back control by tightening her knees around his hips. She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Your body is screaming for release, you know you want it. You know what it takes."

Placing her hands on his shoulders she ground against him, moaning softly as the feel of his cock inside her made her breath catch in her throat. Despite using her magic to dull the sensations, she could feel another orgasm building inside her as she began to ride him once again with more intensity.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Then I would win this contest between us," He shot back, but on the inside he was indeed sweating. He did not want to be gagged. His words were the only weapons he had left to him in which to do battle with her now.

"Do you really think it would be a win for you to be denied the sweet release I know you so desperately want," she chided, a groan slipping from her lips as he realized his hips were free and drove his cock into her desperately.

Her knees were no longer pressing into his sides so the moment he was able to move the muscles of his back tensed launching pelvis up and his cock deeper within that wonderful and hated pussy of hers. "I will not be your toy."

"Mmmmh...Oh gods..." He growled thrusting up deep within her and pulling back out to immediately drive back inside her. His actions were not rational. She had pushed him into a creature of pure animal need and lustful instinct. "...I will not...Oh gods...submit to you...never...Oh gods...so good..."

She bent down. Then reached down by his manacled wrists and he was treated with having her full voluptuous breasts in his face as she was fetching something. He should've been concerned over what she was reaching for, but by then he had been pushed into such a wild rutting state. So instead of being weary of what she was retrieving he captured a nipple in his mouth and drove up inside her with intent fervor.

She lifted back up the nipple popping free of his mouth as she took the strands of the silk scarf in her hands.

"Don't," He growled up at her, "I am not your toy to play with as you please."

"Silly boy, what makes you think you are not my toy already?" she replied, reaching down to push the scarf into his mouth and tie it in place.

He fought her or he tried to. He tried mightily. He turned his head to keep it away from her hands, but his mobility tied up like he was made it difficult to deny her gagging him. He had failed, and now she had disarmed him of his last weapon he had against her.

"You know what I want," she teased, taking back control by tightening her knees around his hips. She leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "Your body is screaming for release, you know you want it. You know what it takes."

She smirked down at him then victoriously then and began to ride him fiercely. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even move. All Galan could do was lie there and take it from her, and take it he did.

She was inexhaustible, relentless, glorious atop like marauding barbarian goddess. She fucked him driving him onward without pausing. She was utterly and completely merciless with him.

The pleasure washed over him like a tidal wave, consuming him underneath the surface and not letting up to breathe. In the ensuing hours or minutes or days or mere seconds-who could tell-she reached the peak several times, gushing her fluids around him, and then only pausing to catch her breath before resuming her unrelenting fucking of him. And she dragged him right up to edge three or four or five or six more times-he'd lost count after the third torturous denial of bliss-yet he could not come. She denied it from him again and again and again. It was maddening. It was agonizing. It was the cruellest yet sweetest torture one could possibly endure at the whims of lust of another.

Sweat was beading over the skin of both of them from their exertions and after watching it enough times he could tell she was approaching yet another climax, and dragging him to the ruin of a fourth one.

Galan's back arched and toes began to curl. The pressure in his poor balls was getting more and more worse and painful. He knew what was coming. She was not going to blink first. She had unending stamina and patience that could wear down mountains. The torture would continue until he was the one who blinked first.

The moment came upon him and he looked up at her imploringly, begging for mercy.

All he had left...his pride...cast to the wayside in the hope of release...sweet, sweet, release...and the hope she would notice it and relent at last.

 

[Kaena]

As much as she was allowing her own pleasure wash over her like waves on a tide, Nyra was was in complete control of her body and completely in tune with his. She played him like a piano, bringing him close to an edge he wouldn't be able to cross over and easing off enough to allow her to build him back up to the edge again. Each time she brought him close she watched his eyes, watched the hope build in them as he came so close to that sweet release and then die when he realized once again it was not going to happen.

Reveling in the after effects of her third orgasm, she could feel the pressure building inside her once again, threatening to push her into that sweet oblivion. She had brought him to the edge so many times now she had lost count and the look in his eyes was starting to change to one of desperation. The muffled groans and whimpers beneath his gag mirrored this desperation, increasing in fervor as the night wore on.

It was as she brought him to the edge once again that she saw the change in him. His eyes though desperate before were now begging for mercy. Sweet victory was in her grasp. Reaching over, she pulled the gag out of his mouth, slowing her movement on his body to keep him just at the edge, not allowing the pressure to ease but the magic not allowing him to come either.

"Tell me what I want to hear boy," she teased, sliding sensuously down his cock and back up. "Surrender to me. Tell me you belong to me." Leaning down she ran her tongue along the side of his neck before whispering in his ear. "Don't try to pretend to submit to me to get what you so desperately want, the magic will know. Submit to me fully and you will have your release."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

The moment came upon him and he looked up at her imploringly, begging for mercy.

All he had left...his pride...cast to the wayside in the hope of release...sweet, sweet, release...and the hope she would notice it and relent at last.

She paused the onslaught and bent down once more saying low in a voice husky with the exertion of her activities atop him and dripping in the anticipation of her victory. She pulled the gag from his mouth saying, "Tell me what I want to hear boy," she teased, sliding sensuously down his cock and back up.

"Please..." He murmured voice tired and pathetic, "...have mercy."

"Surrender to me." Leaning down she ran her tongue along the side of his neck before whispering in his ear. "Tell me you belong to me."

He shivered as the words whispered into his brain slid soft like silk over his mind, "...Please...Let me come...I need to." He shut his eyes humiliated at how low she'd felled him. Maybe he could trick her. Maybe he could pretend to submit just enough to get what he wanted and then defy her once more. Maybe as soon as she allowed him to come. He could deceive her maybe enough to finally defeat her.

The only problem with that was the dishonesty would make such a victory taste like ashes in his mouth.

As if she could hear the direction of his thoughts she immediately whispered into his ear, "Don't try to pretend to submit to me to get what you so desperately want, the magic will know. Submit to me fully and you will have your release."

Damn!

He closed his eyes and murmured plaintively, "Please...you win...you always win...I'll submit to you...if you let me come...please just let me come...please..."

 

[Kaena]

She waited in anticipation for him to finally give her what she wanted. His plea for mercy sent a shiver down her spine and she flashed him a knowing smile as she waited for him to continue. She always knew it would come this, it always did, but to break him down so exquisitely to the point where he was begging was what she thrived on.

She had all the patience in the world now that she knew she had him. She ignored his first plea to let him come, knowing it was more of a desperate plea than an actual omittance of surrender. She watched his eyes as she slowly slid up and down his cock, knowing he was contemplating pretending to surrender, her warning instantly erasing the look of deception from his face at his realization there was no hope for him either way.

"You are mine now," she taunted as she began to ride him faster, her slick pussy tightening around his pulsing cock. "You can come now, but, I warn you, if you have not surrendered to me completely, the experience will not be pleasant."

Gloating in her victory, she leaned down and captured his lips with hers, her tongue invading his mouth with an intensity almost matching their coupling. Her breath quickened as she felt her orgasm starting to wash over. Pulling back she growled softly and bit his lip as the wave of pleasure crashed through her, her moans echoing through the chamber.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He closed his eyes and murmured plaintively, "Please...you win...you always win...I'll submit to you...if you let me come...please just let me come...please..."

She peered deep into his eyes-into his very soul, and slowly torturously slid her tight wet sheathe up and then back down his excruciatingly hard and throbbing cock just to keep the pressure on him. It felt so good...too good....like painfully good. He groaned out loud as she did it.

"...I surrender...You win..." He moaned, "...Please...show mercy..."

She continued posting on his stiff pole and picking up the pace and her luxurious pussy tightening sinfully even more around him ratcheting up the pleasure and driving him straight to announcing to him, "You are mine now. You can come now, but, I warn you, if you have not surrendered to me completely, the experience will not be pleasant."

"I...am...sincere...please..." He whispered up to her, "...Just let me ...come..."

She preened above him in a state of triumphant pride in herself. She then did something completely unexpected. She bent down placing her lips to his in a kiss. But it was not rough or aggressive. It was passionate, intense, and somehow tender instead. Galan barely had a chance to wonder over it when she shuddered and gasped against his lips, then she raised up and bit his lower lip and he felt the sheathe around him convulse.

That was the it. Galan came. Came hard-like his soul left his body hard. His back seemed to raise up from the mattress as he erupted inside her. His moans muffled by heavy enduring inhale and his eyes rolling up. It was release...it was bliss at her command...It was too much.

And he blacked out immediately after the climax.

 

[Kaena]

It was almost as if lightening had struck. Their bodies convulsed together as they both came hard, the tease and denial accumulating into a turmentulous storm that she could almost feel bursting forth from him. In the throws her of her own orgasm she released her hold on his hips and was almost thrown off him as he plunged into her, his hard cock driving deep to depths she had never felt before.

She rode him to completion, her own orgasm wearing off well before he was done. When he finally fell still, she collapsed against him, her breath coming out in gasps as she brought herself down from the high. She lay there for a minute, her head against his chest, listening to the erratic beat of his heart start to slow as his body started to relax.

It wasn't until she had completely caught her breath that she realized something didn't feel right. She knew he would be drained from the exertion his orgasm would have caused him, but, he was lying a little too still. She pushed herself off him and looked down, expecting to meet his gaze. Instead his eyes were closed and he appeared to be unconscious. A frown crossed her face as she slowly slid off his now softening cock, wincing at the sensitivity between her legs. Placing a hand on his cheek, she brushed his hair from his eyes, her eyes searching his face for any sign that he was waking up.

She didn't know if it was the after effects of her orgasm, the fact he had finally submitted to her, or the image of him lying so still on the bed, but, she felt herself softening towards him. The burning hatred she had felt deep in her stomach when he had been dragged into her chamber had been replaced by something else. Something she couldn't yet place a finger on.

Placing a hand on his shoulder she shook him gently in a weak attempt to wake him. He didn't even stir at her administrations. She could see his chest rising and falling softly so she knew she hadn't killed him, not that she was worried that she had, but he was lying so still. Deciding that him being unconscious was not hurting anything, she gave up trying to wake him and instead allowed her eyes to travel over his nude body, taking a moment to appreciate his muscles that rippled beneath his skin. When her eyes moved to where the chains circled his wrists she grimaced to herself. His struggles had not been kind to his skin. His wrists were torn and bleeding, the cruel chains digging into wounds.

Though she doubted he would have the energy to attack her if he woke up she used her magic to put him into a deep sleep before she worked to remove the chains. She worked quickly to remove the chains and then used a wet cloth to wash away the blood. She had the magic to heal him but she decided instead to wrap his wrists with cloth bandages before placing a pair of soft leather cuffs around his wrists. She knew his wounds would be a reminder to him of what he had went through, and hopefully a deterrent of him disobeying her again.

She had confidence her magic had been in correct in determining he was sincere in his submission, however, she had seen even the most gentle of beasts turn on their owners if pushed far enough. She wasn't going to take the chance of him killing her in her sleep once he woke up. She took once last appreciate glance along his body before attaching the cuffs to the headboard of the bed and climbing into the bed beside him. Lying her head on his chest, she wrapped her leg over his and pressed her body against his, using his warmth to lull her into a blissful sleep.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He dreamed of the family, his father, mother, sister, and brother murdered during the Etzhi uprising led by that dreaded and hated Sorceress that had defeated him so resoundingly. Yet that was the land of waking, in the world of dreams he could be anything. His father could be alive and proud of the leader of their people his son became-just proud of Galan in general without retorting how his brother and sister was so much better than him. And most of all he dreamed of her...the woman he had learned to despise irrationally yet still unman him entirely. In his dreams of her she was someone else...someone different, but somehow still her...still in charge, but someone who could love him and despite kneeling at her feet he could love in turn with all the blood and hate between them somehow set to the wayside and forgotten.

Her name was Nyra. A name he never repeated. It was a nice name, pretty even. It was a name meant to be spoken with tenderness. It was a nice dream...too bad it could only ever be just a dream.

When he awoke he did it slowly, achingly, with the veils of slumber lethargically unwinding from his mind with a slow reluctance, but eventually awareness returned to Galan. Slowly his eyes cracked open to survey what fresh hell the waking world had for him.

Morning sunlight streamed in through the bed chamber's grand windows casting the unlit chamber in stark shadowed and lit contrast. The morning sunlight splashed over the lower end of the bed about halfway up his body she lay beside him on the bed. Nyra. She lay right up against him as nude as the last moment he remembered her.

She lay pressed up against like a lover, which was ironic when she was his hated captor and tormentor. Her thigh was raised over his so the silky soft skin of her inner thigh was over his thigh and her head was tucked in to lay on his shoulder her mouth open and a small puddle of drool dripping down the side of it to spread over his chest. There was a irregular sound coming from her as well. Nyra, the woman he had been defeated by...the woman that had captured and imprisoned him...the woman that had rode him so hard he surrendered his pride for the priviliedge of coming with in her...Nyra, the sorceress he had despised and fought against these last two years...was snoring in her sleep.

It was almost adorable. He began to chuckle over the contradictions that were her.

And perhaps that was what caused her to wake and look up at him.

 

[Kaena]

She slept deeper than she had in a long time, her body nestled comfortably against his as if he was a long time lover of hers. Instead of nightmares she usually had of her people being slaughtered, she dreamed of happier times, times before she had been forced to become the woman she was today. Though she dreamed of her past, she saw his face everywhere, like he had been there all along. Every loved one, every lover, everywhere she turned it was him. Though only hours before she had him pinned beneath her begging for mercy, she felt peace while in her dreams, instead of the anger she had for him and his family.

Her dreams had turned to an outing she remember fondly with her parents. They had taken a day to spend at the river, splashing in the water, carefree and unaware of the darkness that was coming. Her mother had reached down into the river to pick up a rock and slipped, falling face first into the water. Though she was unharmed, Nyra could remember the glee in her father's laugh as he helped her dry off. Suddenly the laugh changed, it didn't sound like her father anymore. The sudden change pulled her from her slumber and she raised her head, realizing the reason for the change in laughter. He was laughing at her, an amused look on his face.

Sitting up she wiped the drool she realized dampened her chin and gave him as icy a glare she could being still half asleep.

"Do you find something amusing?" she asked, running her hand idly over his bare stomach. The memories of the night before made her blush like maiden before she composed herself and instead allowed her eyes to glance appreciatively along his body. As her eyes settled on his now flacid cock she bit her lip before looking back up at him.

"It appears you slept well," she said, allowing her hand to trail further along his stomach before resting on his thigh. "You will need your strength to perform your duties for me." With these words she felt a tingle of arousal between her legs at the thought of what his duties would he. Her eyes travelled down to his lips and lingered there for a moment before she leaned in and kissed him. She rememberd their kiss from the night before, but this felt different, like there was a new sensuality behind it that had not been there before.

Deepening the kiss, she moved to straddle his waist as she reached behind him and undid the chain securing him to the headboard. Pulling away almost reluctantly from his lips, she moved to kiss down the side of his neck before rolling off him to lay against the pillows, her naked body shimmering in the morning light.

Looking over at him she smiled before spreading her legs in invitation.

"On your knees boy," she ordered, her hand motioning to where she wanted him between her legs. "Let's see if you have more skills with that mouth of yours than mocking or begging me." She lay back and waited to see if he would obey her order or now that he had a good night's sleep, he would be back to fighting her once again.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

It was almost adorable. He began to chuckle over the contradictions that were her.

And perhaps that was what caused her to wake and look up at him.

She sat up giving him a rather ominous eye saying, "Do you find something amusing?"

And with that the mirth that had bubbled up about her began to dissipate like the suds in a stein of ale as Galan began to remember his circumstances, and just who this woman was.

"No not amusing at all,' Came his suddenly very serious reply.

He noted her eyes drift slowly over his body still bound and stretched body. He could feel her gaze roll over the muscles and hard planes of his chest and abs and down lower to the rested cock that had been pressing into the silky skin of her inner thigh through their slumber. Was that a blush on her cheeks? Was she really biting her lower lip looking at his manhood. Then she lifted her gaze to meet his stating, "It appears you slept well."

"Being exhausted and used up by a madwoman the night before can tend to cause that," He remarked. He pulled on his still bound wrists. Curious that the metal manacles had somehow vanished and in their place a pair of leather cuffs. Had she done that after he'd blacked out? It doesn't matter now if he applied his strength he'd easily break these and he could kill her with ease.

Yet he waited...why? Maybe it was the fact that he'd sworn to submit to her last night, and Galan was not a man who ignored his word when it was convenient for him. Or maybe it was woman he had just seen snoring and drooling on his chest in her sleep, the woman who blushed and bit her lip when looking at his cock.

Who was this woman? Where was the despicable, evil, monster he had been captured by? And why was he intrigued to learn more about this new woman in her place now?

She reached out and he felt her fingers trail down his body before stopping on his thigh so close to his awakening cock yet still too far away. "You will need your strength to perform your duties for me."

"And what would those duties entail," He asked, but noted her eyes focusing on his lips. She bent over him and pressed her lips to his. To say it was a kiss was an understatement. This was the same as saying being lost in the deep forest was being surrounded by a couple of trees...in the same way there were kisses and then there was this kiss. Like the deep forest he found himself lost in it.

She moved to straddle his body and reached up to his manacled wrists. He was so wrapped up in their kissing he did not even take the oppurtunity when she freed him to strike. How could he? His wrists were free but he was chained and collared by the press and feel of her lips to his.

Then as if regretting the necessity of it she broke the kiss and instead trailed footsteps of kisses down the side of his neck before abruptly rolling off his body and sitting against the piled pillows in the corner. There she lounged back against them imperiously looking back at him.

She was gorgeous in the sunlight gleaming off her naked body. It took Galan's breath away. Then with a wicked smile playing on her face to him she opened her legs wide. Nyra then raised a hand without looking away from she gestured to a spot on the floor at the edge of the bed between her spread thighs announcing domineeringly, "On your knees boy. Let's see if you have more skills with that mouth of yours than mocking or begging me."

He sat up staring at her. Who was this woman? One minute blushing and biting her lip staring at his cock and the next ordering him around like a taskmaster to a slavegang. This woman kept him off balanced all the time, never knowing what to expect from her, she was full of constant whipsaw contradictions to Galan.

Who was this woman?

"Yesterday I was trying to kill you. There's a part of me that still wants to," He said to her, "And now this morning you want my mouth between your thighs....Is this what its like every day for you?"

He made no move to do as she instructed...not yet at least. He was not opposed to it. Oddly the commanding tone when she gave the order didn't rankle him like he thought it would...oddly he really wanted to know this crazy and confounding woman better.

She could make him of course. Who knew what her magic could make him do? And if she pressed the issue, he'd feel honor bound to obey her order voluntarily. He wouldn't even hate the idea either way.

 

[Kaena]

It wasn't as if she expected him to obey her immediately, but, deep down she had hoped he would. She shook her head as he spoke, ignoring the small spark of anger that flickered to life inside her as he spoke of wanting to kill her. Its not like what he said was a lie. He had only been forced into her captivity the night before and spent hours at her mercy while she tortured him into submission. Why would she think he would just roll over and act like it never happened and suddenly obey every word. She knew if the roles were reversed she would fight him tooth and nail until her dying breath. Yet, he wasn't really fighting her, he was just asking a simple question and making no move to do what he was told.

"Is this what its like every day for you?" His question threw her off for moment. What kind of woman did he think she was. It was not every day that she had a man bound naked on her bed when she woke. Sure she had lovers in the past, but, most of them came willingly to her bed. Those that were forced to be there never stayed the night. He was a first.

"There is more to me than you know," she answered cryptically, pulling the blanket over her naked body when it came apparent that he was not going to move to do as ordered. She moved back over to his side of the bed and looked into his eyes, contemplating what to do next. On one hand she wanted to force him down on his knees and force him to pleasure her, on the other hand, she was intrigued to see what would happen if she tried a different approach.

"I don't take lightly to being disobeyed," she continued, her voice taking on a firm and warning tone. "You already know what I am capable of and are well aware that I can force you between my legs and you would not be able to fight me. But, I am not going to do that. At least not yet. If you continue to try my patience boy, it may come to that."

Reaching out, she ran her hand lightly down the side of his face and cheek, brushing his hair away. In the early morning light she was pleased to find that he was even more handsome than he had been the night before. Her eyes once again travelled to his lips and she smiled at the thought of the kiss only moments earlier. She had noticed that he had not fought her when she kissed him, instead opting to almost lose himself in it instead. She leaned in and brushed her lips lightly against his again tickling against them with her tongue before pulling away once more. Trailing her hand along his thigh, she brushed her fingers over his cock, her touch teasing in an almost playful way, but, also a subtle reminder of the control she had over it.

"I will ask you once and only once again," she said, leaning back against the pillows, her eyes feasting on his naked body. "On your knees. You know what I want. Do not make me force you into the submission you swore to me last night."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Yesterday I was trying to kill you. There's a part of me that still wants to," He said to her, "And now this morning you want my mouth between your thighs....Is this what its like every day for you?"

He made no move to do as she instructed...not yet at least. He was not opposed to it. Oddly the commanding tone when she gave the order didn't rankle him like he thought it would...oddly he really wanted to know this crazy and confounding woman better.

She could make him of course. Who knew what her magic could make him do? And if she pressed the issue, he'd feel honor bound to obey her order voluntarily. He wouldn't even hate the idea either way.

She pulled the blanket from the bed over her naked body, and Galan suddenly felt sad not that he could no longer feast his eyes on the gorgeous buffet of her bared flesh he could only a moment before, but that the wicked amorous spark in her eyes as she ordered him to kneel to pleasure her. Now it had cooled considerably as she replied, "There is more to me than you know."

She got up onto her feet beside the bed the sheet wrapped around her beautiful sumptuous body like a dark goddess in one of the paintings in the hallway outside. Her eyes peered into his as he sat there like a dumbfounded fool. He was naked and at her mercy, but pressed on, "You aren't what I expected you to be...I want to learn more."

"I don't take lightly to being disobeyed," she continued, her voice taking on a firm and warning tone. "You already know what I am capable of and are well aware that I can force you between my legs and you would not be able to fight me. But, I am not going to do that. At least not yet. If you continue to try my patience boy, it may come to that."

"So in summation," He said sadly, "You are the mistress here, and I am nothing but a slave to you."

She reached up gently caressing his cheek, and brushing a strand of hair out of his face. He saw the smile play on her lips as hers lowered back upon his own. Was she remembering their kiss earlier?

He got his answer when she leaned in for another kiss, but this one was a mere ghost of the previous one where her lips and tongue briefly brushed his leaving him straining for more contact. Her hand trailed over his thigh suggestively.

"I will ask you once and only once again," she said, leaning back against the pillows, her eyes feasting on his naked body. "On your knees. You know what I want. Do not make me force you into the submission you swore to me last night."

He looked at her in the eye before rising onto the floor. He stretched his big muscular body, rolling his shoulders a little sore from being stretched in one position overnight. Before bending a knee until the other set upon the floor of the chamber. Then the other joined it. He now knelt between her legs and would be staring straight at her sex if it was not still covered by the sheet she'd pulled on.

He looked up to her, "I should tell you...that including you last night I can count the number of women I've been with on one hand. And of those-excluding what we did last night-were examples of a foolish boy fumbling around with a servant or courtesan."

He looked back down to the juncture of her thighs veiled by a fold of the sheet she now wore. "What you're about to order me to do...I've never done it before in my life. I am not sure if I can do it to meet your standards...." He then paused before adding the one word at the end that mattered most in all that he had said, "...'mistress'."

 

[Kaena]

"You aren't what I expected you to be...I want to learn more." After everything she had put him through, this was the last thing she expected him to say. Why would he want to learn more about her of all people? She was sure her confusion in this answer was written all over her face as she looked down at his expectant gaze. She could feel herself almost drowning in the deep pools of his eyes, a feeling she had not felt before.

"You will come to know me in time," she replied, her voice softening a little as she smiled at him. She paused before continuing, weighing her words wisely. As much as the fact that the morning put him into a new light for her, he was still her prisoner, sire of the man she hated most in the world.

"What I will tell you is I don't take lightly to being disobeyed," she continued, her voice once again taking on a firm and warning tone. "You already know what I am capable of and are well aware that I can force you between my legs and you would not be able to fight me. But, I am not going to do that. At least not yet. If you continue to try my patience boy, it may come to that."

"So in summation,you are the mistress here, and I am nothing but a slave to you." The sudden sadness that crossed his face at these words gave her pause for thought. It was true, he was her slave, so why was his sadness at this truth a concern to her. Why did the thought that he was sad make her also feel sad deep down inside.

"Yes, you are my slave and I am your Mistress," she replied, her voice softening in a betrayal of how what he said had affected her. "Who knows what the future holds, there is a possibility you could become much more."

She left those words hanging in the air as her eyes feasted on his body as he rose from the bed and stretched away the tightness from his muscles. Her heart beat in anticipation as he slowly lowered himself to his knees and settled himself between her legs. She followed his gaze to between her legs, smiling at his admission of his inexperience. Laying back against the pillows, she pulled back the sheet just enough to reveal her lower body. She had seen the disappointment in his eyes when she had covered her nudity earlier and opted to keep most of her body covered as a subtle punishment for not obeying her immediately.

"Don't worry boy," she replied, her body tingling at the sudden arousal caused by his use of her title. "When I am done with you, you will be well versed in the art of pleasuring your Mistress." Reaching out, she grabbed his hair and guided his head down between her legs. Using her other hand she parted her pussy lips to reveal the hard bud the nestled within.

"Lick me," she ordered, her voice sultry with desire. "Use your tongue to explore my body. Start slow. Use your instincts, I am sure you can figure out what to do. I will tell you if you are doing anything wrong."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"So in summation," He said sadly, "You are the mistress here, and I am nothing but a slave to you."

"Yes, you are my slave and I am your Mistress," She replied softly, in a somewhat more empathetic tone, "Who knows what the future holds, there is a possibility you could become much more."

He looked up into her eyes then. They were deep dark pools that hid great and dangerous and mysterious krakens beneath the surface. He could get lost in those dark endless depths. She was still covered in the blanket, and Galan was surprised at how saddened by the loss of the privilege of seeing her divine body in the nude affected him. He felt chastised by the loss of it.

He looked at her in the eye before rising onto the floor. He stretched his big muscular body, rolling his shoulders a little sore from being stretched in one position overnight. Before bending a knee until the other set upon the floor of the chamber. Then the other joined it. He now knelt between her legs and would be staring straight at her sex if it was not still covered by the sheet she'd pulled on.

She seemed to enjoy the show of him in his nudity. He knew that many women had found him attractive. He had never exploited that due to the oaths he had sworn to the gods of light. Though now he was pleased that Nyra seemed to savor his divinely shaped and maintained body as well. Indeed she leaned back against the pillows and pulled the sheet to bare her pussy to his view.

It looked wet, waiting, eager for what was coming for it.

He looked up to her, "I should tell you...that including you last night I can count the number of women I've been with on one hand. And of those-excluding what we did last night-were examples of a foolish boy fumbling around with a servant or courtesan."

He looked back down to the juncture of her thighs veiled by a fold of the sheet she now wore. "What you're about to order me to do...I've never done it before in my life. I am not sure if I can do it to meet your standards...." He then paused before adding the one word at the end that mattered most in all that he had said, "...'mistress'."

"Don't worry boy," she replied seemingly pleased by the use of that last word for her. "When I am done with you, you will be well versed in the art of pleasuring your Mistress."

She then reached out and he felt her fingers sift through the short hair at the crown of his head, luxuriating in the sensation before tightening and pulling his head down right between her thighs and face to face with her sex. The other hand reached down and parted the lips for him there and revealing a little nubbin of flesh at the top, her pearl of pleasure, her clitoris. "Lick me. Use your tongue to explore my body. Start slow."

He looked at the clitoris then back up her body seeing the anticipation the excited look in her eyes and then focusing back upon the treasure trove of her sex. Galan parted his lips. Extended out his tongue, and remembering her last words...slowly tried his best to drag the tip over that nubbin of flesh. Hoping he could do this in a way to please her.

"Use your instincts, I am sure you can figure out what to do." She informed him, "I will tell you if you are doing anything wrong."

"Yes...mistress..." He murmured curling his tongue around it like it was a peice of candy.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra could feel his warm breath on her skin as she pulled him between her legs. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of what was yet to come. She had never been with an inexperienced man before, and she revelled in the thought of training him to pleasure her in the way she wanted, not in the way he was used to doing. She smiled down down at him, her smoldering gaze meeting his as he glance up at her before dipping his head down between her legs. A pleasureful sigh escaped her lips at his tentative exploration with his tongue and she arched up slightly to meet him.

A soft moan escaped her lips as he curled his tongue around her clit, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Yes, just like that, keep going," she ordered, her hand on his head pushing him even closer. "I want you to suck on my clit, don't be scared to go faster. Treat it as if you are french kissing your lover. I want to feel your tongue all over me and inside me."

Moaning again she leaned back further and lifted her legs to rest them on his shoulders. The position pulled him even closer and trapped him there until she was ready to let him up. She didn't intend to free him from this position until he learned how to make her come by using only his mouth. She moaned at the thought of him bringing her to release with just his mouth and what she would do with him after.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Use your instincts, I am sure you can figure out what to do." She informed him, "I will tell you if you are doing anything wrong."

"Yes...mistress..." He murmured curling his tongue around it like it was a peice of candy.

She looked down her body to him with a pleased smile on her face. Then the smile was interrupted by a pleasure-soaked moan as his tongue continued slowly circling over the tip of her clitoris. His own cock was starting to throb, growing between his thighs where he knelt on the floor, but he ignored it for the time being. Galan was too fascinated with such a small act as licking such a small part of her and making such a powerful woman moan out loud in pure pleasure.

He began to wonder what more he could do to illicit more such pleasurable moans from her.

"Yes, just like that, keep going," Nyra ordered him her fingers tightening in his hair to emphasize it to him.

His tongue began to roll over it dexterously.

"I want you to suck on my clit, don't be scared to go faster." She moaned again, and when he closed his lips over it she added, "Treat it as if you are French kissing your lover. I want to feel your tongue all over me and inside me."

He wasn't certain what she meant by 'Fringe kissing'-he'd never heard of that kind before but he had led a fairly sheltered life before that, but he was too enamored with what he was doing to her to question her. His tongue rolled over it and he tried to suckle on it next hoping he was doing this well enough to please her.

She lifted her thighs and rested on his shoulder curling her leg around the back of his neck to pull him in tighter right against her sex. Not that Galan wanted to pull away from it at the moment.

He began to experiment lowering to the spread lips and delving exploring the wet folds within. He lifted his hands to her buttocks cupping and lifting her up so she would stay at a angle to make it easy for his tongue's valiant explorations on her sex.

 

[Kaena]

As much as she tried, Nyra couldn't stop the moans of pleasure from falling from her lips. As his mouth and tongue explored her pussy she could feel herself being pushed higher and higher. As he slid his hands under her ass, she arched up to meet his mouth, allowing him to hold her in place as his tongue delved between her dripping lips. For someone with no experience he was a fast learner.

She cried out in pleasure as she felt him suckle on her clit, an almost electricity shooting through her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the welcoming pressure start to build between her legs.

"Faster," she managed to cry out before another moan tore from her lips. "So close.." Closing her eyes she threw her head back and arched her back, , grinding her sex against his lips and face as she felt herself losing herself in the pleasure. As much as she wanted to tell him to keep going, give voice to the pleasure she was feeling, the only thing she could manage was to moan loudly, her moans and gasps of excitement echoing against the chamber walls. It wasn't going to be long. If he kept going as he was, she would soon tumble over that exquisite edge he was building her up to.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He began to experiment lowering to the spread lips and delving exploring the wet folds within. He lifted his hands to her buttocks cupping and lifting her up so she would stay at a angle to make it easy for his tongue's valiant explorations on her sex.

Nyra emitted more moans dripping with intense pleasure. It was flattering really. He really had no idea how well he was doing licking her pussy other than the amount she was moaning. It was fairly large amount so he supposed he was performing this task at least adequately for her, but he had no previous experience to judge his efforts here.

"Faster," Her heard her order in a breathy cry, and when he picked up the pace making his tongue flutter along her lips and folds like the beat of a hummingbird's wings another moan drenched in the voice of a woman's rising pleasure. "So close..."

Her back arched off the mattress and her hand pressured his face tighter against her as she ground her pussy into the rapier-quick licks of his tongue. His confidence soared. Galan was doing this well apparently.

His cock was hard and raging between his thighs. It was amazing that he could get this hard with no attention paid to his cock, but Galan supposed that it was the anticipation of the attention he'd receive of a pleased and grateful, Nyra after he made her come with his pussy-licking right now.

 

[Kaena]

To Nyra it felt like he held her there at the edge for a long time, her body convulsing and thriving beneath his amateur, yet somehow expert tongue. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she guided his head to where she wanted him to be, her breath quickening as the pressure deep inside her came to a boiling point.

WIth a gasp, her breath caught in her throat as a she came, her juices flowing freely into his mouth and onto his face. She cried out loudly, her back arching wildly off the bed as she rode through her orgasm, taking all of the pleasure he was giving her and then some. Wave after wave of her orgasm crashed through her body as he continued to lick and suck her now over sensitive pussy. With one last cry she felt back onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She could feel her heart beating erratically in her chest she lay there for a few minutes before peering down at where he was still trapped between her legs.

Moving her legs off his shoulders, she pushed his head away and rolled away from him, the sheet tangling around her body to conceal even more that it did before. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked over at him with a devious smile, her eyes travelling down to his hard cock standing at attention between his legs.

"Looks like someone was enjoyjng himself," she teased, reaching down to run her fingers lightly along the side of his swollen member. Leaning in close to him, she kissed lightly along the side of his neck, her breath hot against his skin as she moved to whisper in his ear "Too bad you didn't obey me quick enough earlier, I may have rewarded you for what you just did. Instead, you will get no release this morning. Maybe next time you won't hesitate when I give you an order."

Laughing softly, she got to her feet and moved to a tub in the corner of the room. Using her magic, she warmed the water within it and dropped the sheet to the floor, revealing her naked body once more before stepping into the soothing water.

"Come here boy," she ordered, holding out a wash cloth to him. "You will wash me and help me dress for the day. Then I will decide what I am going to do with you next."