There she lied on the bed, limbs stretched to the four corners and eyes bound by a tie. Her pale skin was covered in sweat, her legs straining to close so that none could see the pink flesh that resided between them. So none could see the arousal that had been built up while she was spread so whorishly. The Grand Master had only been standing there for a few minutes, having left her bound and blindfolded for hours. He tilted his head back, gauntleted fingers coming to tap rhythmically against his cheek before he stepped forward. His presence was announced by the loud clacking of his boots against the ground.
Her body stiffened at the sound, back arching as she yanked at the bindings. Her heavy breasts bounced upon her chest, her body was strained as she once again attempted to get out, though he could see the hardened pink nipples that capped those large breasts. She was certainly a far more twisted individual than he had originally anticipated. Yet, he could not find himself disappointed in that fact.
Eira ech Ner Isentain looked like an angel with curves which were made by that of the devil. The blonde hair upon her head flowed in waves, caressing her figure like that of a lover as she spun about the room. Her face was virginal, sweet, innocent. Large blue eyes framed by auburn lashes which dusted pale rosy cheeks whenever she blinked. The luscious pink lips of hers were always parted in such an inviting way, many men had fought from letting their tongue rove down her elegant throat.
Large breasts capped with pink nipples took from the look of innocence, and instead caused her to assume the position of a minx, always flying from one foot to another, enticing what man she could to fall into her den of sin and agony. She practically asked for a man to come touch them with the low-cut dresses she pranced about in. Her hips and rear matched her breasts in size, buxom and healthy she had no problem attracting attention. That could not be helped.
Her insistent curiosity, however, could be.
Her thinking that it was wise to meddle in affairs simply because she was a beginners mage, certainly should have been helped.
And here she was now, bound upon his bed and stripped of that dress. How he wished he had been there when the spell was activated. How he wished to have seen her panicked face as she laid bare before him, flushed and aroused, desperate yet shy to show such a thing to a man she had so wantonly hated.
“Release me!” he smiled, letting the sharp metal finger of his gauntlet trace over her skin. She gasped, her body jerking hard against the restraints. Perhaps she thought it a knife. In truth, it may as well have been. Never before had he seen her naked. Up close, he could see how her muscles squirmed beneath her skin in a fight for control. His eyes were attracted to the small amethyst which was embedded in her navel. He let his gauntlet run over the pale panes of her stomach until lightly tapped against the fine piece of jewelry. She gasped, twisting against the restraints again.
He did not have to look to know she had grown wetter.
“Taurel!” she gasped as the claw circled her nipple.
“I prefer Grand Master,” he hummed, watching as the nipple grew harder beneath his ministrations, her movements becoming more jerky with every circle he made about it. Her breasts were flushed, no longer a pale white but rather a light pink. He pinched the nipple between two claws, sinking them deep into the flesh. Another gasp, one which was soon followed by a delectable moan.
“Fuck–” he scratched down her pale mounds, letting his fingers run through the valley before slipping over to the other nipple, repeating the process. The Grand Master watched her as she jerked and shuddered, tongue slipping out of his mouth to slide over his lips. His dangerous smile reached his dark eyes as he twisted the nipple in the nimble claws of his gauntlet, tugging the piece of flesh up so that it was pulled taut. His bare fingers drummed against her stomach. They shifted every now and then to stroke the straining muscles there, to feel the sweat-slicked skin and perfect contours of her curves.
“Bastard!” she gasped out, her tongue lashing to lick at her fleshy lips. Her head jerked in his direction, body shuddering with want. “This is supposed to be–”
“You disregarding my privacy? Aye, I know what it was supposed to be.” He raised his the gauntlet, and then with one swift motion he took the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked, shaking her head as the light stung her retinas, but soon those large blue pools had caught upon his figure.
“Insolent– I am a mage!” He simply hummed.
“A mage disturbing my chambers.” His fingers drifted between her folds, feeling the overwhelming slickness that had built up there. She bit her lips and turned her head to the side, the flush upon her cheeks deepened as she bit her lip. His fingers moved slowly, stroking up and down her inner folds, circling about her entrance, teasing it as he let his finger press against it ever so slightly, just so she could feel the pressure, and then moving it to rest upon the nub at the top of her cunt.
It was inevitable, she could not keep her eyes off of him. He had already known he was a patron of her affections. She thought she was sly, yet he would always catch the way her eyes held on his sharp jaw, which was hugged by a beard. He caught the way her eyes were drawn to the exposed collarbone and flat planes of muscle hidden just beneath his clothing. Or how she would bite her lip when eyeing the bulge between his legs.
“Hm. I may be rewarding you rather than punishing you.” She said nothing in response, though her hips jerked when his finger, up and away from her nethers and over her stomach yet again, leaving traces of her arousal where his fingers passed. He brushed between her breasts, up her neck, upon her chin until finally he touched her lips, tracing them and covering them with her own arousal, feeling her stuttering breath wash over them. His eyes locked with hers, he pressed his fingers in. Her tongue instantly began lavishing them, licking them fervently and wiping away whatever had dirtied them. The sound of her sucking upon them was lewd, her lips smacked and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. But she continued on with fervor, eyes having gone hazy with arousal.
He pulled his hand away, her tongue stretched to give it a few last licks before he stepped back down the bed, eyes lingering on the wetness between her legs.
“It is a consummation. What am I to do with you? A naughty mage caught in my chambers? Caught planning to steal?” He raised a brow. He put a knee on the bed, pulling himself up between her legs. Her breathing grew heavier, she practically invited him in with how she spread herself. He bent forward, pressing gently kisses to her inner thigh, the heat of her most intimate parts was close, and he could see she was anticipating his touch. He kept his lips molded against her thigh, as he reached the apex he sucked hard, digging his teeth into the delicate flesh as she jerked and gasped. He lifted his head, turning towards her cunt then.
Then he kissed above it, then up to her stomach feeling her shudder and gasp, followed by a groan. He felt the jewel beneath his lips, the sweet taste of her flesh, the way her muscles tightened and shuddered as his fingers stroked down her sides.
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