[FF] Sorceress and Thrall [fantasy] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts] [short]

The air went out of Anita as the guard pushed her unceremoniously forwards against the heavy boardroom table, sending her sprawling against the mirror polish of the oak.

“This is the one then?” the tall woman seated at its head said, a wicked grin playing over her lips, and the guard gave a perfunctory nod.

“Good”, she said, rising, “you’re dismissed.”

With a curt bow the guard excused himself, leaving Anita alone with the woman.

“I hope the guards weren’t too rough on you.” the woman said, placing a hand on Anita’s neck. “I like to dish out the roughness myself, you see.”

Anita weakly shook her head against the wood, catching a glimpse of the woman where she stood next to her, her long red dress slit up to her hips on both sides and with a neck went well past her navel, revealing the ornate dangling jewellery of gold and jade she wore.

Gently, the woman filtered her fingers through Anita’s blonde hair, before suddenly grabbing hold and yanking her to her feet. She was quite a ways taller than Anita, leaving the girl staring up into her ruby red eyes.

“So what in all the hells possessed you to think that you could sneak in here?” she said with an evil grin. “Or are you just a fool?”

“I…” Anita stammered.

“Speak up, fool of a child.” the woman admonished, giving another tug at her hair. “Did you come to try and put an end to me like so many before you?”

Anita desperately tried shaking her head.

“I came to join you.” she managed to get out at last.

“Is that so?” the woman asked, a smile blooming on her deep red lips. “And what use would I have for some girl who can’t even make her way past my guards?”

“I… I don’t know…” Anita stammered, the depth of her folly dawning on her.

The woman stared deep into her steel blue eyes, turning her head from side to side as if inspecting her, and looking up and down her body clad in a simple black tank top and cargo shorts.

“You’re cute, I’ll give you that much.” she said at length, feeling up Anita’s breast with her free hand. “Young and firm, too.”

Anita found herself unable to reply, transfixed by the woman’s burning eyes.

“And if you taste half as sweet as you look, I might find some use for you, I suppose.” the woman added with a grin. “You’ll need a bit of breaking in, though, I expect.”

Anita nodded meekly.

The woman pushed Anita back down onto the table and moved around to get behind her.

“Tell me, have you ever been with a man?” the woman said, slipping a hand around her to undo the buttons on her cargo shorts, and Anita nodded meekly.

“Good.” the woman said, hooking her fingers into the waist of her shorts, pulling down both them and the panties under them with a single smooth motion, leaving her kneeling on the floor behind Anita. “And I see you’re no stranger to a bit of handling.”

With a light kiss to Anita’s already well wet cunt she drew a quiet moan from the half naked girl sprawling on the table.

“Sweet, yes.” the woman mused, rising. “How much can you take, I wonder?”

The woman chanted quietly for a moment, drawing much of the light out of the room and casting the pair of them into twilight darkness. Pulling aside the front of her dress she revealed the construct she had made for herself, and quickly plunged the ghostly purple cock into Anita to a long sigh of a moan.

“I hope it’s not too large for you.” she lied, hoping it was too large for Anita.

Defiantly, Anita shook her head.

“Good.” the sorceress said with a grin, growing inside of Anita until she gave a quiet squeal.

“Better?” she asked, and Anita nodded again.

With a grin, the sorceress set about nailing her into the wood of the table, drawing a low, throaty moan from her with every practiced stroke, wispy tendrils springing up alongside the cock to tenderly caress Anita as she fucked her.

A moment later, Anita came for the first time, and with expertly timed strokes the sorceress rode through the orgasm, leaving Anita screaming into the wood as she came time and time again for near a full minute.

Finally she stopped, and as she pulled out and drew back Anita slid off of the table and fell into a crumpled heaving, panting mass on the floor. As she looked up, the ghostly cock vanished and the dress fell back into place, and light seemed to return to the room, nearly blinding her.

“Alice!” the woman shouted, and quickly a mousey, brown-haired girl slipped into the room from a side door.

“Take this one to the baths.” the woman said with a smile to Alice. “Then situate her in the dormitory.”

“Ma’am?” Alice said, looking down at Anita’s crumpled form.

“I’ve decided I rather like your idea of getting myself a harem.” the woman explained. “She’ll be my first.”

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