Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Florin the magnificent, they called him, and with good reason. His deeds and feats of magic were very well known far and wide. He had accumulated a vast fortune as well, from all the evil lords and monsters he once helped slay.
But now... now he stayed in his tower, tired and alone, his days of adventure behind him, most of his friends too old to fight by his side or dead now. He kept himself young and vital with his magic though.
He spent his days crafting magical devices of all shapes and sizes. Some he sold to young adventures, like he once was, others were personal projects, never meant for the use of outsiders. Strange and wonderful things, wicked and dreadful things. Things that would make the right woman beg for more... all of them... untested... until today!
It would appear that someone had broken into his home, trying to steal from him, only they meddled with the wrong wizard! A trap was sprung and a magic alarm alerted Florin of the intruder and where they were!
They had sprung a particularly inventive trap, it would seem. Evards black tentacles! With Florins own particular bent on it! When he made it to the chambers his thief had been caught, he was pleased to see it was a woman, and that the tentacles programed actions had already begun.
He programed them to drag anyone that triggered them to a cot and restrain them there as they went about stripping their captive of any weapons, gear, or clothing that held a magical enchantment! He was particularly proud of this spell and only ever taught it to one other friend who was now dead.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A female thief come to cart off with some of my magical trinkets, perhaps? A... cat burglar, skulking around my house in the night?" He rushed over to her as she struggled to free herself to no avail. Looking hef over, he liked what he saw, she had a very nice body and her eyes were full of vulnerability and fear as he stared sternly down at her holdin his staff of lordly might at his side, giving it a quick tap upon the stony floor to command hef attention.
"You are wise to regard me with fear, little thief. I am dreadful, am I not? The slayer of pazuzu, the demon lord of the fifth circle of the nine hells! Yes, what chance does a little cat burglar like yourself have against my power?" He leaned close to her ear. "Speak quickly and speak true, little kitten, what did you think you would find here, if not my wrath?" It was all a show, to intimidate her into the truth, he had no intention of harming her.
In fact, he was already planning on keeping her, to teach hef the error of her ways and to show her the path to goodness. One years servitude under a geas should suffice, he thought as he admired her young flesh. She apparently had procured a number of magical items even before she made the mistake of trying to steal from him as she had been stripped down to a simple cotton chemise that did little to hide her femininity. The more she struggled, the more his black tentacles creeped along her tender flesh, binding her fast to the cot.
They slithered up her thighs under her chemise as she kicked and thrashed. "Easy now, calm yourself girl! The more you struggle the tighter they will hold you." He warned her, placing a hand on her stomach to try and still her frantic thrashing.
But now... now he stayed in his tower, tired and alone, his days of adventure behind him, most of his friends too old to fight by his side or dead now. He kept himself young and vital with his magic though.
He spent his days crafting magical devices of all shapes and sizes. Some he sold to young adventures, like he once was, others were personal projects, never meant for the use of outsiders. Strange and wonderful things, wicked and dreadful things. Things that would make the right woman beg for more... all of them... untested... until today!
It would appear that someone had broken into his home, trying to steal from him, only they meddled with the wrong wizard! A trap was sprung and a magic alarm alerted Florin of the intruder and where they were!
They had sprung a particularly inventive trap, it would seem. Evards black tentacles! With Florins own particular bent on it! When he made it to the chambers his thief had been caught, he was pleased to see it was a woman, and that the tentacles programed actions had already begun.
He programed them to drag anyone that triggered them to a cot and restrain them there as they went about stripping their captive of any weapons, gear, or clothing that held a magical enchantment! He was particularly proud of this spell and only ever taught it to one other friend who was now dead.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? A female thief come to cart off with some of my magical trinkets, perhaps? A... cat burglar, skulking around my house in the night?" He rushed over to her as she struggled to free herself to no avail. Looking hef over, he liked what he saw, she had a very nice body and her eyes were full of vulnerability and fear as he stared sternly down at her holdin his staff of lordly might at his side, giving it a quick tap upon the stony floor to command hef attention.
"You are wise to regard me with fear, little thief. I am dreadful, am I not? The slayer of pazuzu, the demon lord of the fifth circle of the nine hells! Yes, what chance does a little cat burglar like yourself have against my power?" He leaned close to her ear. "Speak quickly and speak true, little kitten, what did you think you would find here, if not my wrath?" It was all a show, to intimidate her into the truth, he had no intention of harming her.
In fact, he was already planning on keeping her, to teach hef the error of her ways and to show her the path to goodness. One years servitude under a geas should suffice, he thought as he admired her young flesh. She apparently had procured a number of magical items even before she made the mistake of trying to steal from him as she had been stripped down to a simple cotton chemise that did little to hide her femininity. The more she struggled, the more his black tentacles creeped along her tender flesh, binding her fast to the cot.
They slithered up her thighs under her chemise as she kicked and thrashed. "Easy now, calm yourself girl! The more you struggle the tighter they will hold you." He warned her, placing a hand on her stomach to try and still her frantic thrashing.