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Freedom's Price [darkest_fate & Magi_Monk]

The heaving witch glared daggers at the bound girl for several seconds, before reaching up again to brush aside and ready her hair. This was the part of the ritual that would be enjoyable. For Ruby would bring forth pleasure in this virgin, till her juices did spill onto the bed and symbol below. The sorceress had been doing tongue exercises for weeks preparing for this, not to mention reading on various sapphic pleasure techniques. Now, she had this fiery wench tied down, and she fully intended to enjoy herself.

The dark woman climbed atop the bed, sinking to her knees beside the captive. Her hands began roaming the bound flesh, feeling the curves and the lean body beneath the flimsy excuse for a robe. The feeble wrapping seemed almost too tantalizing, really, and the witch found herself nearly drooling over her new plaything. instead, she ran her hands along to those breasts, squeezing each in hand, rolling the mounds beneath skilled fingers. Just because the magic of the fabric obscured the tender bits beneath didn't mean they weren't there, weren't just reachable. Now the skillful manipulations of the magical woman were doing just that. Long nails found peaks, pinching them slightly and rolling them.

"I looked for a girl of your beauty, as well as innocence," said Ruby. Her hand moved to touch the soft belly, though one continued to play along a nipple, teasing the flesh. Ruby crawled further up, situating herself between the splayed legs, almost pressing her tight against that bit. A flare of desire flamed within Ruby's own sex, reminding her of how very long it had been. She'd even been loathe to pleasure herself, with the shadow's tendency toward voyeurism. But for now, those hands were roaming flesh, pulling, teasing and touching. First at the stomach, then breasts, then sliding back down to hips, bunching fabric to expose thighs for the gentle scratching; no marks, not yet, but the nails would just drag along that skin.

"So soft," murmured Ruby, again reminding herself of the accidental acquisition of someone of great worth. Not that this mattered, except in making this captive all the more appealing.
 
Time seemed to slow to a stop as the two stared at each other, locked in a battle of angry looks, as if by doing so they could some how bring the other under their will. No such luck. As her captive moved to join her on the bed Eleanor tore her gaze away from the woman, tilting her head to spare a cursory glance toward her bindings. Struggling was next to pointless, the chains barely even shifted against her straining and while a healthy young woman she did not have the strength to tear herself free in such a manner. Begging was also out of the question, despite not wishing to debase herself to such an extent, it was unlikely to do anything but provide the witch with further satisfaction.

The touch had not been expected, with gaze diverted she had not noticed her captor reach for her, and so when the hand fell to rest against her the girl flinched, tugging against her bindings uselessly. Soon both of the witch's hands slid across her body, crumpling and sliding the sheer fabric against her skin, wandering along the contours of her young figure. The aimless drifting soon stopped, the attention falling more deliberately and specifically - upon the girl's chest - a hand lay over each breast, fingers closing to squeeze and grope, the soft flesh easily manipulated.

Some how the teen remained silent, her only response the tightening of her jaw and the direction of her gaze upward. She would not give the woman the satisfaction of hearing her gasp, or plead, or whimper; she had resolved to not utter a single sound. Such a resolve shattered in an instant as the witch seized a hold of the small buds, partially hardened to the cold, nails nipping at the sensitive flesh. A spark seemed to jolt through the girl, lips that had been sealed in a thin line parting to permit a sharp intake of air, heels digging against the bed as she twitched, tilting her body away from her captor. The sensitive flesh responded willingly to the attention, tightening into stiff little peaks between the woman's fingers.

A hand drifted downward and across her stomach, coasting over the quivering expanse of flesh which shrunk away from the caress. As the dark skinned woman moved lower, Eli's eyes flickered down from the ceiling to follow her movements, having to gaze along her own nude form to watch the witch as she settle between her spread legs. The girl's smooth brow was creased with a deep frown, breathing deeply through her nose in an attempt to somehow get a hold of the panic that was racing through her. Her bound body twitched and shifted, shying away from the hands that slid, caressed, nipped and rubbed, but each movement was futile, adjusting her positional only minimally and preventing nothing.

Eleanor's robe had already ridden up her slender legs a little in the process of being bound, but now the fabric slid further up at the witch's guiding, revealing the creamy flesh of the girl's thighs. Nails dragged lightly across the surface, tickling and teasing, causing muscles to tighten and skin to quiver, the small tremors fanning out to send a small shudder up the girl's spine.
 
The thudding in Ruby's ears served as an all too powerful reminder of just how long it had been since she'd done this. She'd discovered her preferences at an early age, favoring the fairer sex over the rougher one, what with their hair and their swagger. Since then, she'd taken some women to bed, mostly as they adored the exotic appeal of a woman such as she. None stayed though, none sought a relationship with her. Only one had even really professed any feeling. Yet now, Ruby hovered over someone who had no choice. She could play with this girl, draw the desire from her and convert her, and she couldn't do anything. That nervousness suddenly shifted into excitement, and the witch grinned wide.

Those hands slowly raised the lower robe, baring more and more pale flesh. Just as it looked to bare the sex underneath, however, Ruby leaned down. Her soft lips pressed against the girl's thigh, and she kissed her there. First a chaste peck upon the lower thigh, then several more working up, till her lips were mere inches from that barely covered sex. There, the witch paused to nip at the flesh, nibbling delicately where the girl would likely be most sensitive. Without warning, she switched, showering the other leg with the same affection. A fluttering hand darted over the leg that had been left behind, nails encircling the flesh and again just dragging over its surface. Ruby's lips traveled further up this time, and she moved to tug the robe just a few more inches, baring the sex underneath. This she looked at, admiring and appraising. Then, she blew lightly upon it, and placed hands upon either side of the bound woman's hips.

Ruby then lifted herself up, dragging her soft body along the girl's bound one. It was mostly a selfish move: rubbing herself along this beautiful thing, but Ruby needed it. When she finished, she was laying atop her prisoner, her eyes gleaming with lust, her sex nearly pressing directly against the girls. Her arms had moved now, circling about and going just underneath Eleanor's, almost hugging the other girl. Those hips began to shift, rubbing herself along the girl, and the witch smiled.

"I'm going to enjoy you,' she promised, those eyes glinting with just a hint of wickedness. "With your soft body covering all these delicious muscles," her hands ran along Eleanor's side in a highly possessive manner then. "With your beauty begging to be seized," she leaned forward and kissed at the girl's neck, again nibbling slightly. The hips seemed almost to dig in then. "You will slake my darker desires and lusts, and you will fuel not only my spell but also my hunger. In return, I shall make you feel those pleasures you have only heard tale of."

Another kiss on the neck, another shift of the hip, and the witch smiled down, wanting to see the reaction in her captive's face.
 
Inch by inch the soft pale skin came into view, the thin fabric of her robe bunching up about the girl's waist. Eli drew in a swift breath and held it as the hem tickled across her upper thigh, cool air creeping up to chill the skin next to be revealed. Suddenly the progress of the material against her skin halted and the girl dared to exhale faintly, craning her neck as she struggled to keep a close eye on just what the witch was doing. Her muscles tightened as the woman suddenly bent low enough to place a kiss against her trembling flesh, the touch surprisingly gentle. Then another and another, more kisses peppering her skin as her captor's lips slowly worked their way upward, dangerously close.

Eleanor's hips shifted, heels trying to gain purchase against the bed in order to shuffle further up the bed, to escape those lips that were surely about to move somewhere far less innocent. To the girl's surprise, the witch stopped, a light nip drawing a faint gasp from the bound Princess. Her head fell back against the bed, resting the burning muscles in her neck that complained at being held at such an angle and the girl tilted her chin, struggling to see just what was happening. She had hoped that by knowing what was going to happen she would be better prepared, but each new sensation - the caress of the witch's hands, the light dragging of her fingernails, the soft kisses - all drew quivers and gasps from inexperienced girl.

And Eli's experience had been rather limited, as one would expect with a virgin no doubt. It was not that the girl was not curious, she had just the same desires as any other adolescent, and had quickly discovered how to draw heat into her own young body with slender fingers. The problem was that few others wished to participate in such illicit behaviour, yet another barrier that came with her role as Princess. On the odd occasion, the mischievous little minx had managed to coax a servant or perhaps even the son of a visiting noble into a brief make out session, but it rarely advanced to anything more than that. After all, who wished to risk the wrather of Eleanor's father?

Thus, the girl was unused to the sensations of someone else's hands upon her body, soft gentle touches that were designed to bring pleasure, and with the two combined the teen was left terribly confused. The continued kisses and tickling touches against her flesh continued to spawn small shivers, while any further sounds were muffled by teeth digging down into her lower lip. She had expected the witch's kisses to halt as they had done on the first thigh, eyes widening as they continued their path and the material was tugged the last few inches to reveal what Eli most wished to keep hidden. Colour flamed on her cheeks at being exposed to such a stranger, eyes squeezing tightly shut as her arms strained against her chains.

The steady stream of air that rushed against such delicate flesh sent the girl's hips to squirming, shifting beneath the hands that held them, writhing briefly before weight pressed down against them. Eyes snapped open to find the witch pressed up against her half exposed body, the movement of the darker, thinly covered flesh sliding against her own dragging the girl's own robe further up her body. Held firmly to the bed by her captor's own body, Eleanor lay still as those forest green eyes stared up at the face which hovered but centimetres from her own.

Hips pressed up against her own, provided easy access by the girl's splayed legs, for a moment just resting there. Then the witch began to move. The sliding of bare flesh against thinly veiled flesh, the firm and undeniable pressure of the older woman's hips coming against her own, rubbing, sliding. Such movement sparked a strange feeling within the girl, a tingling warmth that caused her lips to part but no sound to exit. She recognised its warmth, the beginnings of something, something she did not want. A shuddered followed such a revelation, in time with the hands that tickled along her sides before she turned her face away from her captor.

The lilac-haired woman's whispered words slithered their way into the girl's only exposed ear, each movement of her hip seeming to accentuate every small sentence, as if trying to drive it home. With her head turned, the girl's neck was well exposed for the witch's lips to pepper it with kisses and faint nips which only spawned more shudders, her captive squirming beneath her.

Eleanor wrestled with herself, locked in a battle of wills between her body and her mind. Her brow furrowed deeply against the warmth that was slowly starting to kindle within the pit of her stomach, determined - desperate almost - not to become a tool of this woman. Cheeks still burned with humiliation or exertion or both, laid so exposed, so vulnerable to her captive a heavy burden to bear. And then there was the slight part of the lips, as if open in a perpetual little gasp, as her body demanded to be able to express its enjoyment of the attention it was receiving - despite how loudly the mind screamed for control.
 
The struggle of Eleanor did not go unnoticed. Ruby could recall, if dimly, what it had been like being a virgin: the touches, the teases, the new sensations peppering her body. Then she had freely given her curious self up to an older teacher: a woman with pale skin and blonde hair who had shown Ruby some of the better tricks of making love and drawing pleasure. More recently, the sorceress had drawn such noises from more willing recipients, including some just as virginal as this girl. Those had been curious things, wanting their bodies plundered.

This was a girl who was feeling desires and wanting not to. Ruby almost felt sorry for her, and, if she didn't feel this was for the best, likely would. However, she needed something from her captive, and she intended to get it. The girl's pleasure would be an added bonus, as would her own. For already she could feel a tension building within, that familiar sensation that had been denied for far too long. As she dragged her sex along this girl's, the barrier of robes barely qualifying as such, she felt the heat from them both. Wetness had already began gathering upon Ruby's nether lips, and she suspected that she would soon find the same upon the bound girl's.

"You must give in," Ruby hoarsely whispered into her bound lover, "for otherwise you will do yourself more harm than good. This will happen; it is a matter of whether you choose to surrender to the feeling or fight it. I assure you, the former is far better."

Then, the witch moved forward. Her lips again sought the tender flesh of the expose neck, kissing it feverishly. Those lips suckled the flesh, drawing it between them and even sliding it along teeth. There would be a marking: a puckered red that would show quite noticeably against the pale white skin. That was the point. Now the witch drew back, smiling down at her captive. A hand went to the girl's chest, and Ruby shifted to squeeze at a breast. She drew her lips down, suckling the nipple through the thin cloth, actually dragging the barely there substance against the taut flesh. Again, she drew flesh between lips, again, she dragged teeth, though there was more gentle nibbling than marking.

Thus satisfied, the sorceress worked her way down. An orgasm would likely be quick in coming; she needed to be prepared to collect it. Should Eleanor cum and Ruby not be there to use the juices, this would be for naught. Which meant that, unfortunately, she had to be right at the source. Now she stared at the pretty sex, admiring it for a few seconds. A light blowing of air, just from pursed lips, would tickle the flesh, before fingers reached up. Ruby parted the lips just so, and then dived her mouth between them. A tongue slithered into a crevice, working and writhing. It pressed between lips and along walls, savoring the taste of a virgin. To add further to the excitement, Ruby reached up and pinched a little nub of flesh, one that some women didn't even realize they possessed. For tempting as it was to draw out the climax, she needed one quickly, and intended to achieve her desired results.
 
Even as the witch ushered hushed words into her ear, the tension in Eleanor's body seemed to slacken a little. She ceased pulling against her bindings, such an action was pointless at any rate, and as such her limbs rested more comfortably against the bed. Rather than balling her hands into tight fists, her fingers had unfurled themselves and her hands had twisted so as to grasp a hold of the chains themselves, simply curling her fingers about them. The inevitability of the situation had clearly begun to sink in as, at least for now, there were no physical signs of resistant but for the occasional squirm or shudder, neither demonstrated a wish to escape.

Her eyes remained closed, brow still furrowed as lips fell upon her skin once more, tracing over the taunt muscle and pressing against the vein that pulsed rapidly with the girl's fluttering heart beat. The gentle suckling was not unpleasant, a strange sensation as teeth grated lightly against the surface, drawing colour to the normally pale flesh, marking her with the witch's desire before she continued onward. Firm little peaks strained against the flimsy material that continued to cover them, exposed so temptingly to her captor as full lips sealed about one. Warmth engulfed the sensitive little bud, the dragging of damp fabric and teeth spawning another little shudder, one that fanned the flames of the fire gradually beginning to heat the girl's body.

Back arched slightly, pressing her breast a little tighter against the witch's face, intentional or not it did not really matter for the dark skinned woman continued on down. The warmth and pressure of her body left the girl completely and, even without look, Eleanor knew exactly where her captor's attention now rested, the steady jet of air confirming such suspicions if that was at all necessary. Warm air rushed against a rapidly warming sex, cooling the beginnings of the girl's juices, her body's betrayal edging toward its completion. She squirmed, a small wriggle of her hips as the girls pearly teeth dug into her lower lip again but was unable to stifle the soft moan which sounded as Ruby's mouth tongue began to devour her young sex.

Eyes flared open, fingers curling tighter about her chains as the warm, wet muscle lashed against her tender entrance and then pressed within, writhing and caressing tight walls. Eleanor's legs pulled against her chains, but they were held spread, open to her captor's experienced attention which drew a further groan of despair and pleasure. Her juices had begun to flow, moistening the quivering inner walls and mixing with her captor's saliva, and revealing the obvious effects of her administrations. A spark, a sharp jolt of pleasure, struck deep within her as fingers closed upon the sensitive little button, drawing a muffled cry from the girl and a buck of her hips, driving her sex against the woman's hungry mouth.

This battle was lost, even the teen could see that now as tension began to wind itself tight within the pit of her stomach, a tingling warmth spreading through her causing her back to arch still further off the bed. Toes flexed, fingers clung to her chains so tightly that the girl's already pale knuckles faded to a pure white. Ruby was rewarded with further quiet whimpers and moans, Eleanor's chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as her mind strained with the last fibres of her stubborn will.
 
Juices tumbled into Ruby's questing mouth, and the sorceress eagerly, almost hungrily, lapping and sucked at them. The witch couldn't hold back a moan of her own, her own desire fanning as her captive's did. The writhing teen seemed to thrust herself against Ruby, the body clearly wanting what the mind did not. Plus, there was more relaxation there, an acceptance if not a complete surrender to the circumstances. It was enough.

The arch was always a solid indicator, and Ruby smiled as she saw that. This little firebrand had been so unwilling moments before, yet now was nearly cramming her little pussy against the witch's questing mouth. Ruby' stuck her tongue out, fully inserting the muscle inside the girl. A little burst of magic, and the tongue extended slightly further, writhing and wiggling within. Ruby had no qualms about utilizing some magic, though she was loathe to use overmuch on the first coupling. The girl needed to understand the joys of this first, and that was what Ruby's talented mouth and tongue were doing oh so well.

The sorceress pulled from the sex, juices already glistening upon full lips. She smiled up at the girl, seeing the writhing, the desire, the heaving chest. Close, soon. Ruby needed juices to flow, and she needed to be able to gather them. She leaned forward, and closed her lips tight around the nub. Warm, wet flesh would surround the clitoris, covering that bundle of nerves with the skilled mouth. Cheeks caved slightly as Ruby sucked in. Then a tongue extended, twirling about and flicking the fleshy nub. Teeth extended to graze against, drawing just along the flesh. The idea was to force the girl to cry out, to hear that cry that meant victory for Ruby.

So. Close.
 
Eleanor felt it too, the tightening of the coil, the restrained heat. It was as it had been at home, alone and quivering beneath her own silken sheets, like it but not the same. This was more intense, the coil wound further, the heat burned fiercer as if it were about to consume her very being, obliterating the last shreds of defiance, and soon enough it would. Even the girl knew that there was no escaping it, no going back now.

The firm muscle that squirmed and writhed within her pressed further, exploring and pushing against previously untouched places, the inner walls quivering all about her. As the witch suddenly drew away, leaving her empty, a soft whimper escaped her, a soft sound of despair perhaps which was followed swiftly by a gasp and a shudder as lips latched upon the sensitive little bud that had previously received so little attention.

Pale flesh quivered, the arch of her back drawing the skin across her stomach taunt, breasts trembling with the rapid rise and fall of her chest. A faint sheen of perspiration began to gather, heat seemed to spread across and rise off her body, hips shifting and squirming against the constant assault lavished upon the little bundle of nerves. It was the cry that signalled the impending orgasm, a long drawn out wail that contained within in it the girl's dismay and pleasure all at once.

Muscles pulled taunt, heels digging into the bed as Eleanor's hips shifted upward, breath catching in her chest and cutting the moan short, tremors shook her young form, the little bud between the witch's lips pulsing with desire. The tingling heat spread throughout her body, every nerve suddenly raw, her mind void of anything else but the overwhelming pleasure, lost in her own shuddering, breathless paradise.

Juices flowing freely.
 
A whimper, a sound, this girl could vocalize her desires. Ruby almost groaned herself, feeling her own mounting lust roaring to life. This beautiful virgin was going to be her new lover; this would only be the first of many couplings. For Ruby would take this girl's virginity, make her cry out, make her squeal for joy. Yet now, this was the present, and the girl was doing just as planned.

A back arched, a stomach grew taut, a wail, almost ghastly, escaped the girl. It made Ruby jump, and she felt the movements then. The shimmying, the shuddering, the stiffening. Then raw, pure pleasure that seemed almost to electrify Ruby.

For several precious heartbeats, the witch lost herself to the pleasure of the moment. Juices, virginal, sweet juices, royal juices, flowed upon her hands, and she reveled in the success of her work. Then her mission sank in, and the witch jumped back. She gathered her hands around the quivering girl, and magic sprang to life. The symbol grew bright, spinning purple surrounding the two girls, whirling with life. It thrummed, then arched out, seizing the virginal fluid of life. Energy coursed through and around Ruby, and she struck out with it. A bit would sink into Eleanor, prolonging the orgasm, stretching it to twice, thrice, easily four times the length of a normal orgasm. All while that life energy poured forth, it coalesced, and the witch slammed it into the castle.

Rubble rebuilt itself. Traps reformed. Dark energies built anew. The three servants felt the surge of power themselves, crying out with unadulterated joy (and one cry of frustration). The energies slowly faded away, leaving the witch panting for a few seconds, before she fell next to the bound girl; her own chest heaving and her own eyes seemingly glazed.

She had done it.
 
Her skin was on fire, aflame with passion, burning with desire. The pleasure was everything, it was all, there was nothing else. No fortress, no chains, no witch, no despair nor guilt. Not even was she aware of the spell, not the hum of energy reverberating through the walls, nor the lights and swirls engulfing them both. Just pleasure, raw and prolonged.

It stole her breath, yet some how the girl could cry out again, short sharp gasps of sound as wave upon wave of heady pleasure lapped against a swiftly exhausting body. Beads of perspiration gathered upon the girl's skin causing it to shimmer and glow beneath the lights of the spell. Her muscles shuddered and spasmed at being held tensed for such an extended length of time, limbs straining against the bindings as the girl's body began to writhe, desperately trying to huddle in on itself.

With each second the pleasure was drawn out it only seemed to build and build, until it was white hot in its intensity, flaring to such heights that it drew a desperate whimper from trembling lips. Tears gathered beneath tightly closed lids, trickling free of long lashes to trail salty pathways down her cheek and into her hair.

Finally, Eleanor's body went slack, her trembling form slumping back against the bed as all the tension went out of her. But for the quivering flesh and the heave of her glistening chest the girl remained motionless, the warm glow lingering even after the pleasure subsided, skin still tingling and sensitive to touch.
 
Such intensity, such power. There was a good deal of life stored within this girl, and only a bit of it had leeched into the spell that encircled them both. Ruby swallowed and licked her lips, trying to figure out what she would do next. She was sorely tempted to renew their sexual activities, since she herself hadn't been allowed to reach that vaunted climax. Yet she knew full well that the girl should be exhausted, likely even sore, and that to continue might very well ruin the experience for her. Ruby wanted her partner willing, or at least only slightly reluctant.

So the witch crawled partially up, moving alongside the bound maiden. She could see the heaving chest, the robe stuck tight against that delicious body. There was no way that Ruby could resist, not fully. She leaned over and drew her lips against the bound girl's, kissing her in a surprisingly lovingly fashion. The lips connected, drew back, connected again, as the witch seemed to express something akin to genuine affection. Certainly a reward for a job well done.

Then Ruby sighed, waving a hand. The chains and bindings released, and Ruby could feel the strain of keeping them in place vanish as well. She sat next to the girl, staring down at her, wondering. Such a fine body: so soft, yet with noticeable muscles. Something strange was here, and Ruby was tempted to figure it out. Not quite as tempted as she was to roll atop the girl and go for another round, but nearly as tempted. For now, however, she was trying to give the bound captive space, letting her think her way through what had happened on her own.
 
It was a good few moments before the girl's shuddering breath began to find any semblance of slowing, mind still sluggish and muscles quivering as a warm glow settled upon her. All her weary body wished to do now was to curl beneath cool sheets and rest, the gentle mists of slumber already beginning to descend. Yet something disturbed her; a lightly shifting upon the bed next to her, a closeness and then the light caress of lips against her own. A soft sigh escaped against the kiss, lips unresponsive but neither did the girl turn her head away, simply allowing the witch to do as she wished for the moment.

As the chains recoiled, slithering free of the limbs they had held so securely, Eleanor shifted, drawing her arms closer to her chest and curling her legs beneath her as she shifted slightly onto her side. The girl's young mind was gradually beginning to clear, a multitude of thoughts all rushing to the forefront demanding that she acknowledge what had just taken place.

A small frown creased the smooth brow, eyelids reluctantly drawing open to reveal the still glossy eyes, half glazed with lingering passion and unfocused as they stared out at the world, in particular at the witch who sat next to her. The faint but steady pulse between her thighs left little doubt of what had just occurred, reminding of the intense sensations that had racked her slender frame moments before. Not that Eleanor required such a reminder; she had screamed and writhed, her body hot and wantonly pressing back against her captor's touch, giving way so easily to the dizzying heights of an orgasm more powerful than any she had experienced before.

She had surrendered, screamed, and what was more - she had enjoyed it. A faint shudder swept through her simply at recalling the sensation before forest green eyes flickered up toward Ruby's face, only to find the woman gazing back down at her.

Eli turned away, lowering her gaze to the sheets. Humiliation, confusion, disgust and desire; all such emotions twisted and collided within her at the same time. Her display of defiance, of strength and determination not to allow herself to give in to the witch's wishes had all been for naught and yet every fibre of her body seemed to ache for that feeling again, even now as she shivered in its after-effects.
 
Such a confused gaze. This girl had enjoyed what happened, had clearly enjoyed it quite thoroughly, but she was also quite obviously disgusted with herself, either for simply doing the act or for enjoying it or both. Ruby felt a pang of regret at having to do this, though it was quickly swallowed by her own desires and needs. The sorceress could see this tender thing, and knew that she wanted to take her virginity. There was no further need for a virgin, with the spell already having been cast. This delicate flower needed to be opened, and Ruby was determined to do so.

"That was the first session of many," announced the sorceress, using her "powerful commanding voice. "For I will require your willing flesh to slake my lusts. You are still, technically, a virgin, despite having orgasmed at another's hand. I will deprive you of that."

Ruby paused, considering. Should she move now? It would certainly show who was in charge. Again though, she remembered her charge: she wanted this girl to enjoy coupling with her, if reluctantly. Doing something now would make her begin to despise it, tired as she was. So Ruby shifted again, her hand crawling down her own, overaroused body, considering.

"You shall rest," she said, again commanding. She shifted not, letting her curvy, dark form move for her own touches. "You may leave this room, should you desire, and seek out food. The shadow will likely stalk you, for you reek of sex. The chimera, who calls herself Lynn, will aid you. There is another servant, a dragonling called Railth, who you should probably avoid. But I release you for now. you will come when I summon."

And as far as Ruby was concerned, that was that. She had needs to attend to.
 
Strangely Eleanor didn't move, at least not yet, instead choosing to remain huddled on her side of the bed with her back to the woman. A chill had begun to settle against her skin, the sweat that had previously caused the sheer material of her robe to cling had began to cool and the girl shivered for the umpteenth time.

There had been vague hope that now she had given the witch what she had wanted there would be not need for her to remain here. The first session of many... A vague hope that had swiftly begun to dwindle. Strange how she yearned for a home that, up until this day, she had despised. It had been a prison, a gilded cage to the adventurous spirit, and yet now it spelt out safety, refuge.

Her virginity, too, had gained a great deal more value for the girl that it ever had done before. The Princess, while in no means promiscuous, had always considered it a burden, a barrier to her experiencing life to the full. It was expected of her to remain pure until her wedding night when the taking of her virginity would be a gift that she freely gave to her husband - a romantic, fanciful idea of her father and older sisters. Yet now that gift was to be stolen and suddenly she cherished it all the more.

Every word of her captor sounded cold and cruel; statements, facts, and Eleanor had no say. Indignation rose up within the girl, brow dipping and eyes narrowing to a scowl - how dare she?! What right did she have?! She have considered rolling over and attacking the wretched woman with ever ounce of strength she possessed, but she was not a stupid girl. The witch had abilities she couldn't even hope to match, act now and she would no doubt end up in chains again.

Gingerly, Eli pushed herself upright and set her feet upon the cool floor, toes curling as she sought for the comfort that such a sensation had once brought. None came. The words of warning regarding the servants, two of which she had already met, was enough to make the girl hesitate, eyeing the door warily. What really could they do to her that their Mistress hadn't already done? They feared the witch enough not to touch her and as long as she kept her distance from the shadow and this Railth creature...It would be better than remaining here.

She crossed the room, opened the door and slipped through it, all without a single backward glance, dragging the door closed behind her with rather more force than she had intended. Eleanor moved quickly then, skirting round anyone or thing that might be waiting before half running half walking down the corridor, keen eyes washing over her surroundings. Her footsteps faltered a little upon finding the fortress in far better repair than it had been her first time through, brow furrowing before she drove herself on, not wishing for the witch's servants catch up or get too close. Making note of any other corridors that branched off the current one, the girl headed swiftly toward what she thought might be the front of the house - no harm in knowing where the exit was.
 
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