Slave to the Sorceress

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Kaena))​

IC: Prince Galan Osrick

All was lost. Prince Galan was in chains surrounded by cruel savage Etzhi soldiers being dragged through the halls he remembered chasing his sisters through as children. It was far different than he remembered. In the two years since the Etzhi Sorceress conquered the palace and murdered his father. There were statues of cats and murals of the forest in moonlight. Then there were the many profane peices of art in which men knelt before towering women, or in other acts of pain and debauchery.

Despite his current bondage he was not defeated however. Since his father's execution it had been his task to lead the fight against the usurper that had taken his throne. He'd been consecrated and blessed by the gods of light in order to deliver his people and retake his father's crown from the evil Etzhi Sorceress that had stolen it. He had fought her for these last two years, but Verrenheim the last bastion of his people had been besieged and overrun. He'd made his last stand to rally his forces but despite the mountain of bodies he'd left broken around them he was inevitably overwhelmed by the numbers. Now he was being taken straight to her.

He pulled on the chains binding his wrists hearing the metal chains strain under his blessed strength.

He past the courtyard holding the royal chapel to the gods of light. There a naked man crawled from the doors on hands and knees while an Etzhi woman sat on his back like she was riding a horse using a riding crop on his red-welted to keep him moving. He froze as he realized that the man was the high pontifex of the gods of light.

His teeth clenched at the sight of such a holy man debased so, and he pulled on the chains again feeling them strain once more. Just a little more and he'd have weakened them enough to break his chains. Then the soldiers surrounding him dragged him through the courtyard and into the Royal residence itself. He was dragged past the rooms that had been his as a child and thrown to his knees into the grand chambers that had been occupied by his father and mother. There she was dark and beautiful. The woman that had authored the destruction of his family, his kingdom, his life.

Galan's eyes raised up defiantly from the floor to match hers. He was in chains, but his will was far from broken. She stood there in his parents chambers dark and sultry as she regarded him in turn.

He pulled on the chains forcing the metal to stretch and shatter. His sudden surge surprised the gaurds as he launched forward at her. He would have to be quick as lightning, by all accounts she was dangerously powerful. His hands shot forward to grasp hold of her throat and strangle the life out of her.

Vengeance would be his.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra lounged against the silk pillows on her lounge, her raven hair falling loosely down over her ample chest. She had heard word that the son of her enemy had finally be captured and was on his way to her. She had cursed the day he had managed to escape her wrath, the day she had stormed the castle. She had killed those of the royal family that she had found and enslaved the nobles that had conspired alongside them. She had not even been aware that he managed to slip away until it was too late. For the last two years she had hunted him, her armies more often than not two steps behind him. Now two years later, his people had finally fallen to her completely, and he was now within her grasp. She was not going to let him get away again.


When she had heard of his capture, she had almost given the order to execute him immediately, but something stopped her. Perhaps it was her curiosity to finally meet the man that had fought off her army so many times, or perhaps it was he deserved a fate worse than death. She was sure it was a mixture of the both. She had heard of his almost angelic powers that he possessed, comparable to the powers she herself had. Still his powers had not saved him in the end and now that she had him, they would not serve any purpose to help him escape his fate, though she was sure he would try.

At the sound of the guards approaching with their prisoner, she stood and faced the doorway, her beauty amplified by the moonlight that kissed her skin through the open window. She could hear him struggling against his chains before he was even dragged into the room and braced herself for his inevitable attempt to attack her if he managed to break free.

She met his defiant look with one of warning, that she knew he would not head. Her icy silver gaze did not waiver, even when he broke free of his chains and lunged at her. Lifting her hand she spoke a quick spell that put a barrier around her, once that was sure to knock him back on his ass once he came in contact with it and give her a chance to bind his magic for awhile.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He pulled on the chains forcing the metal to stretch and shatter. His sudden surge surprised the gaurds as he launched forward at her. He would have to be quick as lightning, by all accounts she was dangerously powerful. His hands shot forward to grasp hold of her throat and strangle the life out of her.

Vengeance would be his.

She stood with full moon from night sky out the balcony of what was once his father's lounge bathed in silvery light like a vision of beauty unmatched by mortal women. Her silk clothing hung loose and flowing in the night breeze. Then there was the woman herself. She was tall, athletic, with ample bosoms that her silken garmennt cascaded over like a moonlit waterfall. Also she had a peircing pair of eyes that would rivet normal men on the spot with but a glare. If he did not despise this monster Galan would be struck by her beauty...however there was just too much bloodshed between them for him to be halted now.

He didn't even make it halfway to the Sorceress before he ran straight into an invisible wall. With nothing but a gesture of her fingers his arms were stretched out in the air and lifting him up inches off the floor. His muscles tightened straining against the invisible force holding him up with all his blessed might glaring into her piecing eyes.

"You murdered my family and stole my throne from me," He growled to her, "I will see to it you die for that."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra couldn't help but laugh at his words. He was held immobile by her magic and yet he still had the audacity to attempt to threaten her. Walking towards him, she slowly walked around him, her fingers brushing lightly along his skin. She could feel his tense muscles as he attempted to break free.

“Your threats are empty here boy,” she replied, stepping back to take a good look at him. She had heard rumours the crown prince as a fine specimen of a male, but the rumours didn't do him any justice. His young body was muscular and slim, a testament to the hard life he had lived in the last two years on the run. The aura around him made it obvious he had been touched by the gods themselves and only worked to amplify his looks.

“Don't fight the magic,” she ordered, “The more you fight, the more it will tighten around you, until you are unconscious..”

With a flick of her wrist, she used the magic to throw him into the wall behind him, watching impassively as he slid to the floor.

“You might as well resign to your fate,” she sneered, her voice as cold as her eyes. “You are at my mercy now and I am anything but merciful.”

With a wave of her hand she dismissed the guards that had dragged him into her chamber and calmly brushed an errant hair from her eyes.

“Come here boy,” she said, motioning to the ground at her feet. “Kneel before your new Mistress.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"You murdered my family and stole my throne from me," He growled to her, "I will see to it you die for that."

Her response was nothing but an infuriating laugh at his solemn vow of vengeance. He shot daggers from his eyes with his impotent rage towards her. It would be so much easier to hate her if she was not so beautiful, and she was by far the most desirable woman he had ever seen. He gnashed his teeth. Every moment with her brought a cornucopia of confusing emotions swirling and blending into one. He hated her. He wanted her. He feared her. He raged against her every word and deed. He wanted to possess her. He wanted nothing to do with her.

She stretched a hand out and ran it over his tunic pressing and gauging his muscles by touch. He tried and failed to squirm from those assessing fingers. He was hung in the air steadfast. "Your threats are empty here boy."

He strained and pulled against her power stubbornly as if his might could overwhelm her power.

Seeing this she backed away from saying idly, “Don't fight the magic. The more you fight, the more it will tighten around you, until you are unconscious..” She flicked a flippant gesture and with sudden speed he was launched to collide straight back into the far wall. The impact was hard enough it spilled a lot of the books onto the floor. He collapsed onto the floor his vision blurring from the blow. Apparently he was released from her magical hold of his body. That was a small victory at least.

“You might as well resign to your fate,” she sneered, her voice as cold as her eyes. “You are at my mercy now and I am anything but merciful.”

Slowly he shook his head clearing his vision and climbing back up to his feet before.

“Come here boy,” she said, motioning to the ground at her feet. “Kneel before your new Mistress.”

He just glared at her in stubborn defiance, "You may force me to my knees, but I will never kneel before you."

 

[Kaena]

She had seen the conflicting emotions cross his face. But the one that pleased her the most was fear. She knew as much as he fought her that he feared her and that was something she would use to her advantage.

She was pleasantly suprised at how quickly he was able to get to his feet, after having his breath knocked out of him so cruelly. It appeared he was more of a formidable foe than she thought. Licking her lips slowly she mulled this over to herself something stirring deep inside her. She thrived on when men fought her, making their breaking so much more satisfying.

A sound of disastifaction rumbled in her throat at his defiant words. It appeared he was not yet ready to submit to her, though it wasn't as if she expected otherwise. It would have been so easy for her to use her magic to force him to his knees before her, but she had other ways to have him grovelling before her before the night was over.

"You would do well to watch your tonque boy," she said, taking a step towards him. "You are only still alive because I wish to toy with you. But, I will grow tired very quickly of your insolence and then I will have no further use for you. I will give you one last chance to kneel before me. But, know this, if you chose to deny me this, you will be begging to allow you another chance once I am done with you."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He just glared at her in stubborn defiance, "You may force me to my knees, but I will never kneel before you."

That brought a rather satisfying sound of dissatisfaction out of her, and Galan

"You would do well to watch your tongue boy," she said, taking a step towards him. "You are only still alive because I wish to toy with you. But, I will grow tired very quickly of your insolence and then I will have no further use for you."

He stepped forward matching the venom in her tone, "Your magic gives you the advantage now, but I'll never stop fighting you, being a reminder to you than one man refuses to be conquered by you."

"I will give you one last chance to kneel before me. But, know this," She continued coldly, "If you choose to deny me this, you will be begging to allow you another chance once I am done with you."

He sneered at her, "Do your worst, Etzhi witch."

 

[Kaena]

She shook his head at his reply, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. He was playing into her game without even realizing it. If he had easily submitted to her, she would have grown tired of him very quickly. The fact that he continued to fight her made the conquest all the more satisfying. His derogatory term towards her sparked her anger which she harnessed to use against him.

"You may refuse to be conquered by me, but you will be none the less," she replied. "When I am finished with you, you wont recognize the man you will become."

Turning away from him, she called out to her guards who quickly entered the room. "Chain this boy with his hands above his head, feet chained to the floor." The guards moved in to grab him and drag him to the middle of the room. They showed no gentleness as they bound his hands above his head and pushed his legs apart so they could chain his feet to the floor. Once they were done their task, they left the room, leaving Nyra alone with her prisoner once again.

"I could easily use my magic to bring you to your knees, but that would be too easy," she said, walking slowly around him, her fingers lightly brushing against steel of the chains that bound him, her magic fortifying them against him. "But where would the fun be in that?"

Moving in front of him, she slowly undid his shirt, her eyes raised to meet his as her hands worked their way down his body to the ties of his pants. She paused and waited to see what he would do next.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He sneered at her, "Do your worst, Etzhi witch."

She smiled at that, a razorblade's cutting-yearning to draw blood smile. Then with a sad dismissive shake of her head.

"You may refuse to be conquered by me, but you will be none the less," she replied. "When I am finished with you, you wont recognize the man you will become."

She turned her back to him. Now was his chance. He readied for another lunge at her but before he could she called out. "Chain this boy with his hands above his head, feet chained to the floor."

"No you won't!" The gaurds that dragged him through the palace rushed back into the chamber and swarmed over him. He did not go down easy. They were surprised by his speed and strength. He punched one across the face and he crumpled to the ground unconscious a fist-sized bruise forming on his cheek. One woman he picked off her feet and flung her into the far bookcase knocking more of his father's old books to the floor. To her credit she got back up onto her feet though clutching the small of her back wincing from pain. However in a matter of moments the guards numbers began to spell his downfall in this struggle Three and four on either side grabbed and pulled his arms as up above his head as she had commanded. The shackles closed around his wrists and he growled marshalling all of his strength to break these as he had before but despite his might they held him fast for now. His feet were the last to be chained and once done the guards backed off as if he was a wild animal they were barely able to corral.

They left and he was alone with this evil Etzhi sorceress. Chained up like this though all he could do was glare at her viciously. Something that would be much easier if the sight of her did not stir certain base primal urges. It should be a crime against nature to be as beautiful as this woman.

"I could easily use my magic to bring you to your knees, but that would be too easy," She announced stepping up to him, and when she approached he gave the chains another shreiking pull. She reached up, fingertips tracing over the links in the chains and added, "But where would the fun be in that?"

She stepped over in front of him eyes warring with his as she reached up and began undoing his tunic loose. His broad chest and lean abs bare to her touch.

"Then when you have to use your magic to do so," He growled, "I'll count it a victory."

She reached the waist of his pants. He looked down as her fingers paused there then looked back up to her eyes, "What are you doing?"

He was prepared to be whipped or beaten. He had a high tolerance to pain. It made him a greater warrior in battle and in this case when being tortured...if that had been her plan. He'd heard rumors of this Sorceress's shocking amorous tastes. Until looking at that cold hungry predatory look in her eyes he had not considered it could be the truth.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra hadn't expected him to allow himself to be chained easily, but she had to admit she was impressed by his strength and how long he lasted before he was restrained. Looking down at the man he had laid unconscious with one punch, she shook her head. "Weak," she whispered under her breath, motioning for the others to take him from her presence.

She found it hard to maintain eye contact with him as her skilled hands revealed more of his muscular body. Her eyes wandered appreciatively down over his chest and to the bulge at the front of his tight pants. As much as she despised the man who sired him, she had to admit he wasn't too hard on the eyes.

She thought about what he said in regards to using her magic against him. If she were to lose control and resort to her magic to subdue him, it would be in a way be a victory to him. If it did come that, she would make sure his victory was anything but sweet.

Her smile was both malicious and hungry at his question as she moved her hands down to the ties on his pants. She didn't humour him with a reply, the air electric with the silence between them as she slowly loosened the ties and slid her hand between the material of his trousers and his under clothes. She could feel his manhood beneath her fingers as she slowly ran her hand up and down it. She could feel the heat radianting from his body through the thin cloth.

"There is more than one way to bring you to submission," she finally said, breaking the silence. She leaned in close to him, her breath hot against his ear as spoke. "Pleasure or pain." With those words, she moved her hand beneath the cloth of his underclothes, running her fingers lightly over his bare skin. Encircling her fingers around his cock, she pressed her nails lightly into the skin as she looked back up into his eyes. Withdrawing her hand, she grabbed the waist band of his pants, pulling them down to his knees along with his underclothes, leaving him standing naked below the waist.

Taking a step back she glanced slowly up and down his body, her expression showing her appreciation of his body, but giving off no indcation of what she intended to do to him. Moving to her sideboard, she opened the top drawer and pulled out her whip and crop. She had a feeling he would be able to hold out longer if she used only pain to break him. But, that was not exactly what she had in mind.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

She reached the waist of his pants. He looked down as her fingers paused there then looked back up to her eyes, "What are you doing?"

He was prepared to be whipped or beaten. He had a high tolerance to pain. It made him a greater warrior in battle and in this case when being tortured...if that had been her plan. He'd heard rumors of this Sorceress's shocking amorous tastes. Until looking at that cold hungry predatory look in her eyes he had not considered it could be the truth.

Her only response was a hungry and sinister smile broadening her perfectly formed pouty lips. Her hands glided over his chest and abs and despite himself he felt a sensual shiver like electricity over his skin as she did. That had to be her magic, right? No, it couldn't be that he was actually liking her touch. He had to be repulsed by it and she was making him savor and yearn for just another second of contact with those sure knowledgeable fingers. No, it was definitely her magic. It had to be.

For a long pregnant moment silence reigned between them as those hands and those fingers reached his waist and then they began to work at the ties there. "Stop this. Do you have no decency, woman?"

"There is more than one way to bring you to submission," She replied calmly.

Once undone her hand slipped inside his pants and against his under clothes. Those fingers, were performing more magic. Yes, it was definitely her magic. It had to be. Galan found his eyes had drifted shut and his hips pressing forward against that mystical touch as the well-endowed member there began to rouse at her summoning.

She had leaned in so she was but a hairsbreath between his bare chest and the swell of her breasts. Her words were soft whispered into his ear. "Pleasure or pain." Then her hand slipped inside his under cloth and those magical fingers made skin to skin contact with his raging cock. He caught a sigh in his throat as they wrapped around the girth of his base before it could escape and reveal how what she was doing was effecting him or his relative lack of experience with women.

Then a groan of shocked pain as sharp nails dug into the sensitive flesh escaped through gritted teeth. then it was over and she pulled her hand away leaving him missing the contact. That had to be her sorcery as well. she then pulled his pants and underclothes down around his knees leaving him bound and naked for the worst she could possibly do.

She reached over to a table to the side of him and pulled out wicked looking whip and crop.

"So your true colors begin to show, you vile witch," He growled pulling on the chains.

 

[Kaena]

There was no mistake that his body had been reacting to her touch before she had pulled away. His near hard cock hung between his legs, a testament to the fact that he was not immune to her wiles. She smiled to herself at this knowledge, filing it away for future use against him.

"So your true colors begin to show, you vile witch," He growled pulling on the chains.

She couldn't help by laugh at his attempt to insult her. She had been called worse names before, she wasn't going to lose any sleep over it. She stood watching him struggle with the chains for a moment, enjoying the sight of him straining his body in an attempt to free himself. His hard cock swayed with his movements, drawing her attention to it once again.

"There is so much more to me than you know," she responded, stepping in close to him again and running her fingers along his throbbing shaft. She fell silent again as she moved behind him, unfurling her whip as she did. Drawing her whip back, she brought it down across his back, smiling as a red welt appeared on his skin. She continued to whip him for a few minutes before setting the whip aside and moving in close to his body. Pressing her body against his tortured back, she reached around and encircled his cock with her hand once again.

"There is more where that came from," she whispered in his ear as she slowly stroked her hand along his cock. She couldn't help enjoy the feel of his skin against hers as she moved her hand, expertly teasing him. "Submit to me." She left the words hanging in the air as she continued to tease him for a few minutes before stepping back to give herself enough room to bring the sting of her crop across his bare ass.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"So your true colors begin to show, you vile witch," He growled pulling on the chains.

Her only reaction to that was a dark and sinisterly ominous laugh at his observation of the facts of her nature. Other than that she stood still watching him squirm and struggle against the chains binding him in this vulnerable position. He could feel the sweep of her gaze over the contours of his muscled body with an unwholesome interest. That and being exposed bare to her like this did little to slacken the distracting stiffness of his manhood. It was now at its full majestic size and completely open for whatever she was planning.

He pulled on his chains again hoping to shatter them the way he had done before, but the stubbornly refused to give in to his strength. Confound them to all the levels of hell they would not budge even though they appeared to him to be of the same quality of iron from the one he broke before.

"There is so much more to me than you know," She announced stepping up to him and reaching out so her fingertips traced over the veins of his erection and traitorous shivers of pleasure shot through his nervous system to his brain. He did not notice the whip she had in her hand uncoil as she moved around behind him. Galan did notice as the whip struck like a line of fire across the broad muscled width of his back.

A gasping cry of shock and pain erupted out of his mouth, and then came a series of more. He bit his teeth shut forcing back the cries as the lashing continued again and again. He refused to give her the further satisfaction of hearing his pain. Every strike only fed fuel to his anger. He pulled on the chains again. They refused to break.

A moment later, an eternity later, the whip's kisses stopped falling and he felt her lusciously shaped body press into the red wilted back. Her skin felt so cool against the heat there. Her hand reached around in front of him and fingers curled around his still defiantly hard cock. They began to stroke its length and her whisper into his ear sent shudders of both revulsion and confusingly desire up and down his spine. "There is more where that came from."

"Do you have no decency," He growled trying to pull futilely on his chains and ignore the pleasure of her stroking hand over his cock and the throbbing red pain of the welts from her whip's kisses on his back.

"Submit to me," She stated letting him go to step back once again from him and then he felt the kiss of the riding crop on the meat of his bared buttock.

"Never!" He declared stubbornly.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra shivered at the sound of his initial cries as the whip kissed his bare skin. She was disappointed that other than that reaction, he remained quiet, though he struggled with the chains more, in a desperate attempt to free himself. She couldn't help but laugh at his futile attempts. With her magic fortifying the links, the chain would not break, no matter how much he twisted and pulled.

The hard length of his shaft in her hand, showed that despite the pain,he still could not resist her touch. If she was able to arouse him this much without her magic, she could only imagine how fast he would begging her if resorted to using it as well. For the time being, she intended to keep magic out of it, other than to keep the chains strong, unless it got to the point where she couldn't break him by other means.

"I lost all decency the day I watched your father's army slaughter my parents and destroy our peaceful village," she replied, aware of the irony of the fact that she had pretty much done the same thing herself in revenge. The thought of it all renewed her anger at him, fueled by his failure to submit to her.

"You will submit to me eventually,"she said, more to herself than to him as she focused her attention on the strikes of the crop on his ass. It wasn't long before his ass was an angry colour of red, matching his back.

Setting the crop aside, she once again moved in close to him, pressing her body against his as she resumed her sensual torture. The feel of the soft skin of his cock in her hand almost made her groan in response. It had been a long time since had laid with a man, and even then they had all been weak and unsatisfactory. She could feel herself grow moist at the thought of him pinned beneath as she rode him.

Focusing her attention on the hard member in her hand, she expertly teased him, alternating between stroking him slow and then faster. As she teased him, she was in tune with how his body was reacting, never pushing him so far that he would gain release from what she was doing, but not slowing to the point where her touch no longer had any effect.

"You may hate me," she finally said, her breath once again hot against his ear. "But, your body is betraying you. You will submit to me before the night is through."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"Submit to me," She stated letting him go to step back once again from him and then he felt the kiss of the riding crop on the meat of his bared buttock.

"Never!" He declared stubbornly.

Her hand continued to perform her wicked sorcery on his manhood at the same time blows of the crop kept landing on his buttocks as exclamation points to the experience. Throughout it all he gritted his teeth and bore this torment from her. He did not scream out although his breathing was deep and interrupted by sharp inhales and exhales with every strike on his reddening flesh.

He pulled on the chains once again, and they refused to break just like he did.

"You will submit to me eventually," Galan heard her say firmly and steeled himself for this war between them to continue. He would win this, he had to. If she broke past his armor...his resolve...he'd never forgive himself. She was wrong about his father. He had been a good man, and a good father to him, and she was the one who took him away from him.

She pressed her lush body against his red hot back once again, and despite how much he despised her, it felt so good to Galan. Her hand began stroking his penis once more. It felt so good. Her wicked attentions urged him onward more and more right up to the point of erupting, but then she'd stop or slow down until the urge receded and then she'd continue stroking him right back to the edge again.

"Leave me be," He gasped straining for that last final contact to push him over that edge she masterfully kept him from jumping off of.

"You may hate me," She told him.

"I do," He confirmed.

"But your body is betraying you," She replied in a warm sultry whisper into his ear, "You will submit to me before the night is through."

"When morning comes and I am still unbowed," He pulled on the chains once again. He didn't expect them to break, but he was not about to stop trying to break them, "You will eat those words."

That said his hips strained to flex for more from her hand as she stopped once again leaving him bereft at release's threshold.

 

[Kaena]

As much as Nyra didn't want to admit it, she was impressed by his resolve. Any other man would have been begging for mercy by now, but he still remained strong despite everything she did to him. Though he continued to refuse what she wanted, he didn't have as much control on his body. With each wave of peak and denial, his body pressed into her hand, desperate for more.

"Why would I leave you alone?" she teased. "That wouldn't help me accomplish my goal." She laughed softly as she lightly ran her hand along his pulsing penis.

"When morning comes and I am still unbowed," He struggled once again against the chains, his breathing laboured as he seemed to become more desperate. "You will eat those words."

"I wouldn't bet on that," she replied, moving in front of him, her icy eyes meeting his as her hand snaked down between his legs again. She watched his face intently as she toyed with him, her expression stoic, hiding the emotions swirling beneath the surface. The temptation to use her magic was almost too much, however, she still resisted it as she grabbed his hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing his neck. Pressing her body into his , she slowly kissed down the side of his neck and down his bare chest, her tongue dancing teasingly around his nipple before she slowly trailed her hot mouth down his stomach. Stopping at the top of his treasure trail, she looked up at him, licking her lips slowly.

Her gaze met his once again, before she released his hair and lowered herself down to run her tongue along his bare thigh, her hand still teasing his cock. The taste of him against her tongue sent chills through her body as she slowly ran her tongue along the underside of his cock and swirled her tongue around the swollen head.

Pulling away for brief second, she flashed him a sadistic smile before lowering her mouth slowly over the end of his cock and sucking lightly as her other hand slide between his legs and cupped his balls.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"When morning comes and I am still unbowed," He pulled on the chains once again. He didn't expect them to break, but he was not about to stop trying to break them, "You will eat those words."

That said his hips strained to flex for more from her hand as she stopped once again leaving him bereft at release's threshold.

"I wouldn't bet on that," she replied, moving in front of him, her icy eyes meeting his as her hand snaked down between his legs again.

He glared at her, and if their gazes were armies there'd be the mother of all battlefields between them. Her eyes beyond their intensity he found inscrutable. They were deep and dark and as mysterious as the depths of the sea itself. Consequently every action she took against him managed to take him by utter surprise, and he was left only on the reactionary track with every turn their battle waged.

Suddenly he was surprised again when she reached up and pulled his head to one side and stepped in pressing her lean attractive body against his.

"What are you-" His question was cut off as she pressed slow sensual kisses down the side of his throat and down to the center of his chest. He groaned as that nimble little tongue teased a nipple. This was the strangest form of torture he'd ever experienced. That was probably why it was being so effective on him at this moment.

Then she began kissing down his muscled stomach and he gave a frustrated growl at the direction she was heading. "-Stop this-"

At that she just looked up at him licking her lips in wicked anticipation for what was to come. In growing panic he pulled on the chains again. They did not give.

She lowered down to his legs where she was eye to eye with his traitorously hard erection. She ran her tongue up one thigh hands still doing wicked magic to his cock.

Things were looking dire. In growing desperation he snarled at her, "I never thought you'd stoop to acting like a whore. I thought you had some pride in you."

She bent her head and she extended her tongue running it in a long slow lick from his base to rolling over the tip drawing a pleasure soaked groan from clenched teeth from him in response. "You Etzhi bitch."

At that she gave him a rather sadistic looking smile, and lowered her head down to wrap her lips over his cock one hand reaching down to cup his balls in her grasp.

The pleasure-soaked moan escaped and he began pulling on the chains or trying to shift his body away from her. None of which worked of course, but his desperation was getting the better of him.

When he'd been blessed by the gods of light he'd had to swear a vow of celibacy. His strength depended on his purity. Galan hadn't been with a woman in two years. He was uncertain if this sorceress making him come unwillingly would mean breaking that vow and losing the gods' blessing. But he was certain that this was a question he did not want her to find out the answer for.

 

[Kaena]

His taunts fell on deaf ears as she continue her erotic torture of his body. She hot mouth explored his cock, the feel of him throbbing between her lips drawing a sensual moan from deep in her throat. She knew he was just trying to anger her, to distract her from her task and unfortunately for him, it wasn't working out that way. If anything it made her more focused on teasing him to bring of no return.

At the sound of his moan, she finally lifted her mouth off his cock, her gaze meeting his. She could see the desperation in his eyes and it gave her a pause for thought. She had heard rumours that those that were blessed by the gods of the light had to swear to celibacy and if that was broken, they would lose everything they had gained from the blessing. If this was the truth, he had more to lose than just his self respect if she forced him to come for her. With that though in mind, she smiled wickedly before returning her attention to his hard cock.

"It appears you have more the lose than I thought," her voice was sultry as she ran her tongue along his cock. Taking it in her hand once again, she began to stroke him again, this time not pausing to keep him from the edge. He had a short matter of time before she pushed him too far. "Submit to me before it is too late." Her laugh was decidely wicked as she waited for his reply, her hand never staying from its task.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

She bent her head and she extended her tongue running it in a long slow lick from his base to rolling over the tip drawing a pleasure soaked groan from clenched teeth from him in response. "You Etzhi bitch."

At that she gave him a rather sadistic looking smile, and lowered her head down to wrap her lips over his cock one hand reaching down to cup his balls in her grasp.

The pleasure-soaked moan escaped and he began pulling on the chains or trying to shift his body away from her. None of which worked of course, but his desperation was getting the better of him.

When he'd been blessed by the gods of light he'd had to swear a vow of celibacy. His strength depended on his purity. Galan hadn't been with a woman in two years. He was uncertain if this sorceress making him come unwillingly would mean breaking that vow and losing the gods' blessing. But he was certain that this was a question he did not want her to find out the answer for.

Her hot mouth felt so good on him, and more so when she emitted a deep sultry moan as she did. She lifted off from her task to look up at him with a wicked knowing smile. "It appears you have more to lose than I thought,"

Gods accursed blood and water! She had somehow found out his secret. In desperation he shook his head at her. "I have no idea of what you're talking about. I have nothing to lose here, certainly wouldn't lose anything to the likes of you."

She ran her tongue up the underside of his length. Her finger circled around his girth and began to stroke him for a while ratcheting up the pleasure higher and higher slowly. It had been so long since he'd lain with a woman, and this sorceress was extremely well skilled at this. He felt the urge to erupt mounting more and more and then she pulled away.

"Damn you," He roared in both relief for the delay of the climax and the sexual frustration of not being pushed over the edge to climax.

"Submit to me before it is too late." Her laugh was decidedly wicked as she waited for his reply, her hand never staying from its task.

He pulled on the chains desperately knowing now that she had surmised his weakness it was only a matter of time. "I will not bow to you...I will defy you to my last breath."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra's laugh was both sultry and sinister at his denial of what she knew now was true. She had seen the desperation amplify in his eyes and heard it in his voice as he tried to convince her otherwise. It was only a matter of time and he would break, one way or another.

"You are not a good liar," she retorted, running her tongue along her lips as she allowed her eyes to travel up and down his body. The thought of toying with him, making him think he may have a chance of protecting his purity and then taking it anyway was making her wet beneath the silk of her underclothes. "You can defy me all you want, but, if you continue down this dangerous path, you will lose more than just your freedom. Are you willing to take that gamble?"

She watched as he struggled more with the chains, wondering if he was ever going to grow weary from the exertion. She admired his strength. It would be a pity to take it away from him, but, if she wanted him to submit to her, it was something that needed to be done.

She gave him a moment to think about what she said while she teasingly brushed her fingertips along his cock. Knowing he wasn't going to give in that easily, she circled her fingers around his cock once again and renewed her torture on his body. It had only been by her own admission that he was able to hold his orgasm back. She was tiring of this game. Encircling her fingers around his cock once again, she began to stroke him with purpose. The purpose of pushing him over the edge and taking everything from him.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He pulled on the chains desperately knowing now that she had surmised his weakness it was only a matter of time. "I will not bow to you...I will defy you to my last breath."

"You are not a good liar," she retorted, running her tongue along her lips as she allowed her eyes to travel up and down his body.

"I will prove it to you," He shot back, "You'll see."

"You can defy me all you want," She told him, "But, if you continue down this dangerous path, you will lose more than just your freedom. Are you willing to take that gamble?"

She watched him as he tried to break the chains with all his great strength. Her fingers brushing his hard throbbing length in a teasing fashion that seemed to say she found his struggles and words of defiance merely amusing. Then those laughing fingers circled around his girthy cock and began to become focused and serious.

Gods damn her!

He gritted his teeth trying to pull his pelvis away from those finger as they began to stroke once more. He could tell she was not playing around this time. She meant to make him eat his pride and surrender to her leaving him nothing to stand on: no pride, no blessing from the gods of light, not even his undying hatred for this vile temptress and usurper. And it was working on him too. All his strength was useless against her now.

Gods damn him to all thirteen levels of hell for that weakness!

The hand posted up and then back down in a corkscrewing motion. The other hand fondling his balls as she did so. She knew exactly how to do this. She knew just where to touch and when to make his nerves sing songs of blissful rapturous pleasure throughout his body. All this to drive him careening closer and closer to the edge and show him just who had control here.

Galan's chest heaved drawing deep breaths his head falling back and eyes screwing tight as he focused on trying his best to resist what she was doing to him. The pleasure of her ministrations were relentless and overwhelming. She was set to making him break his vow of celibacy now, and he feared he was powerless to stop it.

No he'd resist her to the bitter end. Despite the mounting pleasure of her stroking hands. Despite the rising urge to just give in to it, to her, and come at long last.

"No, I will not yield!" Galan groaned out loud half in one last show of defiance, and half in despair that he was teetering on the verge. Then her masterful hands did one last trick to ratchet the pleasure up the last notch and push him right over the edge. His climax, the climax she took from him, erupted out of him with a soul-wrenching sound of his breath and tension within him coming out as well...in defeat.

 

[Kaena]

Nyra knew she had him when he began trying to pull away from her touch and his breath deepened. As much as he tried to resist her, her hands were skillful and he was a mortal man after all. She held back a vindictive laugh at his one last attempt at defiance, aware that it was already too late for him. Tightening her hand slightly, she stroked his member once more before she was rewarded for her administrations. She felt his cock spasm beneath her touch as he came, the cry from his lips full of both pleasure and despair as he realized he had been defeated. She could feel her own body react to the arousal caused by her hard earned victory.

She continued to stroke him through his climax, her hand slick with his juices. Only when she knew for sure he was spent did she finally pull her hand away, wiping it clean before placing a hand under his chin and raising his head to meet her gaze.

"Let this be a lessen to you," she said, her voice both stern and sultry. "You will never win against me." Reaching up she unlocked the chains holding his hands above his head and moved away out of his reach, still not entirely sure if she had managed to rid him of the extra strength he had been blessed with by the gods of light. She had won this round, but she was sure he still had some fight left in him.

Taking a seat on her lounge, she leaned back against the soft cushions, her eyes travelling appreciatively over his hard body. She could feel the moistness between her legs and almost blushed at the thought of him beneath her.

"Let's try this again," she said, her arousal apparent in her voice, as much as she tried to hide it. "Come here and kneel before your Mistress. Submit yourself to me. You have already lost this fight once, do not fight me, or what just happened will seem like child's play." She waited with bated breath to see how he would react, almost hoping he would try to fight her again, itching to use her magic against him to show him what she was truly capable of.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

"No, I will not yield!" Galan groaned out loud half in one last show of defiance, and half in despair that he was teetering on the verge. Then her masterful hands did one last trick to ratchet the pleasure up the last notch and push him right over the edge. His climax, the climax she took from him, erupted out of him with a soul-wrenching sound of his breath and tension within him coming out as well...in defeat.

She looked so self-satisfied, and even aroused by his defeat. She kept at it too. Even as he first started to orgasm her hand kept stroking his length wringing out every pleasurable spurt of the bitter defeat she had just handed him, and since Galan had gone without for over two years now he had a lot of it pent up, and she kept coaxing more out until his manhood was just a twitching empty shell with nothing left to give her.

The evidence of her victory in the form of his come was splattered over the floorboards of his late father's study.

Only when she knew for sure he was spent did she finally pull her hand away, wiping it clean before placing a hand under his chin and raising his head to meet her gaze. "Let this be a lesson for you."

His eyes met hers tired and drained of resistance....for this moment.

She continued her voice both firm and seductively sultry looking into his defeated eyes. "You'll never win against me." With that she reached up freed him of his bonds.

He collapsed onto the floor his face inches over the evidence of his defeat. She had turned her back to him and strode unconcerned over the danger he could still pose to her over the lounge she had been in before like their struggle was already over now.

Perhaps she wasn't wrong in that. All of his strength, the blessings of the gods he worshipped, the focus of all of his willpower, even his hatred of this woman had no been enough to resist her after all. He was staring down at the proof of his failings.

"Let's try this again," she said, her arousal apparent in her voice, as much as she tried to hide it. "Come here and kneel before your Mistress. Submit yourself to me."

His eyes shut and raised back to his knees, large hands smoothing over his face.

She pressed, "You have already lost this fight once, do not fight me, or what just happened will seem like child's play."

He lowered his hands, turning to look over at her. She sat there like a queen or conquering tyrant on a throne, and he felt sick that his desire for more...more of her began to stir again. He got up to his feet shaking his head to her. Saying simply. "No."

 

[Kaena]

Nyra watched as he fell to his hands and knees to catch his breath. She could almost feel his despair at her victory over him. She had used his body against him and with it had taken everything from him. As he raised to his knees, she thought for a moment that she had already broken him and he was going to submit to her. When he finally pushed himself up to his feet to stand defiantly before her, she realized she still had some work to do before he was completely under her control.

"You dare to deny me again," she sneered, getting to her feet. "You are either stronger than I gave you credit for, or you really underestimate my power and what I can do to you." Walking over to him, she stood confidently in front of him, her dark eyes meeting his. Reaching out she took his cock in her hand, her nails pressed against the skin, daring him to pull away. "I have already proven what I can do to you without magic, now lets see how long you will last when I use everything I have available to bring you to submission."

Calling her magic to her fingertips, she spoke an ancient spell that she had only used a handful of times before. The spell gave her full control of his body, leaving his mind free and aware of everything that was going on. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to resist anything she ordered him to do, and she also had control on when he felt pleasure, the intensity he felt it and his release. Looking into his eyes she flashed him a wicked smile before using the magic to waken his arousal once more, knowing the brief touch of her hand on his cock would be almost more than he would be able to take.

"You had a chance to obey me," she laughed before turning away from him again. "You will regret your choice. I want you over on the bed, lie down with your hands above your head, your feet apart. Its my turn to have some fun."

As she waited for his inevitable compliance to her orders, she started to undress, her silk gown falling silently to the floor, revealing her lack of underclothes. Her nipples were pink with her arousal, her naked body bathed in the moonlight still spilling through the window. Her eyes glanced appreciatively over his naked body, her mind already filled with images of what was yet to come.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Galan Osrick

He lowered his hands, turning to look over at her. She sat there like a queen or conquering tyrant on a throne, and he felt sick that his desire for more...more of her began to stir again. He got up to his feet shaking his head to her. Saying simply. "No."

"You dare to deny me again," she sneered, getting to her feet.

"I will always deny you, you profane temptress," He shot back, "To my last breath."

"You are either stronger than I gave you credit for," She declared storming over to him, "Or you really underestimate my power and what I can do to you."

He sneered back at her, "You've already done your worst and here I am still standing, defiant."

Even though he was now unchained and seemingly his strength remained-thank the gods of light for their mercy and understanding-she stood within his reach apparently unconcerned for her own safety. She glared up into his eyes with an easy self-assured air of confidence.

He should've lashed out and struck her but for some reason he was stuck motionless transfixed by how gods-accursed beautiful she was. Despising her would be so much easier on him if she was just a hideous old crone.

"I have already proven what I can do to you without magic," She announced severely, "Now lets see how long you will last when I use everything I have available to bring you to submission."

She raised her hands began chanting in a twisting, swirling language, and he saw the faintest of shimmers as if the thinnest of ephemeral spidersilk strands were stretching out between her fingertips and crossing the brief distance between them. suddenly he felt the faintest of impressions of those ephemeral strands caressing his body at wrists, ankles, forehead, heart, and down below to his flaccid cock like the strings of a puppet.

His eyes went wide as realization hit home. "No!"

His arms shot forward to wrap his hands around her throat and stop the chanting but inches away from her neck they stopped dead. He couldn't move at all. Her chanting stopped and she flashed him a wicked smile seemingly unfazed by the close brush with being strangled.

"You had a chance to obey me," she laughed before turning away from him again. "You will regret your choice."

Galan was locked in position unable to move. At least he was able to breathe and he could move his eyes and he gave her such a glare with that sole freedom. It was her magic for certain, but his cock was starting to rise again to fully erect quickly as if on command. He saw her hands loosening the ties of her silken gown.

"I want you over on the bed," She commanded over her shoulder to him, "Lie down with your hands above your head, your feet apart. Its my turn to have some fun."

"Like the nine hells I will." He wanted shout, but his mouth wouldn't form the words. Instead despite the marshalling of all his will his feet began to carry him over to through the door into the bedroom of the chamber. He tried so hard to stop himself as he climbed up onto it and lay down as she had ordered him to do. Now he lay waiting for her. Curse himself three times over. The traitor between his legs stood up throbbing in anticipation of what would come next.

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.