Brightthorn Ch1. Captured by a Witch[MF][Fdom][fantasy][oral][reluc]

“You really are a bother, you know that?” she murmured. The witch glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her hand was in front of her, lightly tapping along a series of jars and pouches searching through them. “Everything would have been much simpler and gone so much easier if you adventurers just kept to yourself.”

From across the room, Leoric glared at her. “Do you really think you kidnapping and murdering women from Fendrel would go unnoticed? And I take being a pain in the ass to monsters like you a compliment.” His cockiness returned slightly towards the end. It rang hollow though, things weren’t looking good for him. Leoric had found himself in plenty of troublesome circumstances before, but this was up there for the worst, right next to the time he had fallen into the crypt with the ghouls. “You still have time to make this easy, Yenel and Winry will be here any moment, we already found you once, how long do you think it will take to find you again?”

“Your companions might very well find this location, but it won’t be soon enough.” The witch began selecting out several different ingredients and carrying them over to a rugged table in the center of the cave. “You may have slowed my plans, but you have failed to stop them. I will merely have to improvise.” She looked back up to him, her dark lips curling into a smile. “You don’t really think I went through all of that trouble of kidnapping them to just kill those girls, do you? They were a very important part of my plan and you three denied me them, but I at least managed to get you.” She moved across the cave, her tattered black robes dragging along the rock floor as she retrieved mortar and pestle and began combining ingredients.

That struck a blow to Leoric’s confidence. The three of them had gotten out of plenty of dire situations together and he had thought that they had already foiled the witch’s plan. If it was still in motion then things were worse than he had thought. The motivation of witches was rarely of concern for the adventures sent out to dispose of them. They were usually reclusive and kept to themselves and their magic, wondering the places between villages for ingredients and reagents for their potions and spells. If that was all they did they wouldn’t need to be hunted down, the ‘ingredients’ they required often ended up being humans, alive or dead.

Leoric, and his guild-mates Yenel and Winry had all been dispatched to find this witch and kill her after a trio of women had vanished from Fendrel over the last two weeks. They had managed to track the witch down after a few days, finding the sunken mill that she had repurposed as her home. The witch had been nowhere to be found when they arrived, but they managed to find the three women, bruised but as of yet unharmed. With the women rescued they just had to deal with the witch, no easy task but they confident they could handle her. Unfortunately, she had gotten the drop of them when she had returned. The fight had barely lasted a moment before he had been hit by a spell. The last thing Leoric remembered was being consumed by a cloud of black smoke and then waking up here.

He had regained his senses quick enough but found himself bound upright to a log wedge between the cave’s roof and floor. His armor and weapons had been stripped off of him and were thrown in a pile to the side. That left him in just his trousers, boots, belt and undershirt. Leoric had been an adventurer for a few years, and a member of Brightthorn, a guild with about thirty members for the past two. Combating monsters and fighting evil was routine for him, although that didn’t stop it from being dangerous. An adventurer’s life was a short one, and one mistake, like him getting captured by a witch, was often deadly. Without his weapons and armor, he was practically helpless before her, all he could do was hope that his companions reached him in time.

The witch set a bowl to the side and began mixing something else, before going and retrieving a heavy pouch from alongside one cave wall. Leoric had little idea of what she was preparing, spell work was complicated and those not versed in the rules of it had little chance to follow it. Witchcraft was especially difficult to decipher given how closely the sisterhoods kept their secrets.

“So what is your plan then, hag? Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Leoric said, trying to stall her if he could. Winry was also saying how annoying he was, perhaps he could distract her.

She dropped the heavy sack onto the table, looking up at him for a moment but it didn’t stop her from continuing her work. “You will see soon enough, adventurer. The time is almost right, and I can begin the ritual soon.” She pulled back the hood of her tattered robes, giving him another look, her dark lips curling into a smirk. “You have made a difficult task more bothersome, but I merely need one more ingredient and everything will be ready.”

Having now seen her face, calling her a hag was a bit of a stretch. From what Leoric could tell she wasn’t actually that old, perhaps half a decade older than him. He had faced witches who were nothing but skin and bones, their flesh seemingly melting off of their frames. This witch was nothing like that, her skin was pale, and her eyes and lips both dark. Her short white hair was messy but not unreasonably maintained. She was actually quite pretty and under different circumstances, Leoric would have been attempting and likely failing to charm her. The layered tattered robes still hid most of her from view as she came around the table, walking slowly towards him.

“What would that be?” he asked nervously, he didn’t like the glint in her eye. With witches it would always be blood, guts, or bones, or if he was particularly unlucky all three. For what seemed like the hundredth time he strained against the bindings that were holding his wrists behind the log. The thick rope bound him absolutely and it seemed like the witch had done a thorough search of him, and even found the two knives he had hidden.

The smirk on her face only broadened as she got closer to him, looking up at his face. “There is no reason to be so nervous, foolish man, it isn’t nearly as horrible as you think it is.” She raised a hand, a long fingernail tracing along a scar he had down his forehead and running through his eyebrow. There were few adventurers who weren’t decorated by them. She seemed slightly distracted as her fingers moved lower, lightly pressing along one that ran across his chin. Her touch wasn’t as unpleasant as he had feared, but nothing good came from contact with a witch. “I’m curious to how the change will take you.”

“Don’t touch me,” he growled I’ll see you dead once I-”

“Hush, none of that now,’ she pushed a finger against his lips. “And I’m afraid what I’ll need from you will certainly require touching you. Because of you and your companions interference, I have to adapt my plans to use you instead, so I have to work a spell to make you more suitable for the ritual I have in mind.”

She didn’t even need to cast a spell to make Leoric reluctant to speak after being told to be silent. He was at her mercy at the moment and he couldn’t try to stop whatever it was she was going to do to him. Melting him to a pile of muck was likely within her means.

She took in his silence, nodding slightly and dragging her finger back down to his chin. “It will be best for you to cooperate, or I will have to get unpleasant with you, understand?” He nodded. “Good, at least you know how to follow directions.” Her hand dropped down from his chin, running along his brown undershirt her fingers tracing along his toned chest before her nails clicked against his belt buckle. “As I said, it won’t be as horrible as you think, I need you alive and intact for the work to come. I just need one thing from you and if you don’t struggle you might even enjoy it,” the witch finished, beginning to undo his belt.

Leoric’s jaw dropped open, and despite her command, he couldn’t help but speak, “You can’t be serious,” he said slowly, looking down at her as she deftly finished her task and pulled his trousers open.

“Of course I am. The last ingredient I require is your seed.” Her dark eyes looked up at his light grey ones, the smile returning to her lips at his reaction. “Be a good man and stand still and let me get what I need.” Her hand disappeared into his trousers, her cool palm pressing against his length and wrapping around it. “You should be thanking me honestly, isn’t this something you usually pay for?”

He had heard horrible things about the sorts of ingredients witches used, the dead, the still-beating hearts of their victims. Those thoughts had horrible images flashing through his head. She said she needed him intact though, so perhaps he would remain in one piece. He desperately held onto that thought as she continued.

“If you do not find me pleasant enough to gaze upon then close your eyes and imagine your companions, the pretty blonde, or dark haired one with the scowl. Anything to make this finish faster. I’m sure you have spent plenty of time trying to bed one or both of them,” she taunted. The witch fished his cock out of his pants and into the torchlight, beginning to stroke him slowly. Leoric could feel the blood rushing downward, even as he tried to fight the reaction.

The witch was right about his companions. He had done several contracts with the two women before and had of yet kept things professional. That wasn’t entirely by choice, he certainly wished things played out differently as they were camped out, just the three of them. Guild work was mostly traveling and that meant time spent with your companions. Yenel had never seemed to pick up on any of the hints he dropped and Winry would smack him even for thinking such things about her. She had made it very clear the first time she had seen him checking her out that she wasn’t interested.

The witch was wrong about her not being a pleasant enough view though, given a bath and clothing that wasn’t dirty and she would fit right in with his companions. It was a struggle to deny her what she wanted, but it was the only way he could put off this ritual of hers. Despite her demeanor, she was stroke his shaft at a pleasant pace and her expectant look up at him and the curl of her lips was hard to fight. He had to repeat it like a chant in his head, ‘Don’t give her what she wants’ over and over again, and despite that, he could feel his cock stiffen to full mast in her tight grip. He knew he should close his eyes and turn away from her, but he couldn’t.

“I’m flattered that your mind is on me,” she teased, “Is it that you find me more attractive than either of those women or that you can’t imagine either of them actually touching you like this?” Leoric didn’t answer, keeping his face as blank as he could, and gritting his teeth as her soft touch continued to torment him. His silence didn’t stop her from continuing to speak, “You don’t need to fight me, you know. You are going to lose anyway. How long do you think you can hold back? I can pleasure you in so many ways, I doubt you could hold back for more than a moment in my mouth.” He still didn’t speak, but she could feel his cock stiffen even more at the thought and her smile widened. “Did you become an adventurer to safe fair maidens? Or to be the victims of monsters that take them? You’ll hardly be the first adventurer to fall into the hands of their target.” Her smile was even broader now and she gracefully began sinking down in front of him, her tattered robes splaying out on the floor and her eyes never leaving his.

Again she wasn’t wrong. Among the monsters and creatures that roamed the world, there were plenty of breeds that were attractive or as some of the veteran male adventurers put it ‘built to be fucked’. He had heard all kinds of stories from them, how vampires weren’t only good for sucking blood you just had to be careful, that there were charms to make banshees and spirits corporeal. Goblins were the perfect height to service a man and were surprisingly durable. Orc woman could ride you in ways you didn’t know were possible, you just had to make sure they didn’t break your hip. That wasn’t even to mention the creatures that prey on men, luring them away to feed on their spirits. Sirens, dryads, nymphs, succubi all used those tactics. It was easy to lose yourself in them, one grizzled veteran had told him, but if you kept your wits about you it was the best fuck you could get.

Leoric had little experience with monsters as far as sex went, with the one exception of falling into the trap of a dryad on one of his early training missions. It had been Winry no less that had saved him, he had been a blubbering mess, immediately giving in and trying to please the forest spirit in any way he could at what would have been the cost of his life. It had taken over a year to live the shame down and Winry was quick to tell anyone she could about it.

The lore on witches was hardly Leoric strong point, he spent more time training than reading. They were as human as he was but were usually from a bloodline that gave them access to their magic. The vast majority of witches were women, and the rumor was that they reproduce by charming men and using them to breed. Was that what this witch was doing? No, it couldn’t be, she wouldn’t have needed the kidnapped women then. He couldn’t think straight, and more and more of his mind was being filled with the sight of her on her knees.

He had kept his expression blank so far, but as the witch leaned forward, her tongue slipping from between her lips and licking the underside of his shaft he couldn’t help but hiss out in pleasure through his teeth. She grinned up at him, her tongue moving again and flicking across the head of his cock. Her hand stopped pumping his shaft, instead, it was just wrapped around the base, holding onto him as her tongue lapped along him.

“I admire your control,” she murmured between licks. “I am actually impressed.” The witch moved in closer to him, her lips pressing along the side of his cock, and she moved along it towards the tip, planting wet kisses against it. “It’s unfortunate I didn’t capture you under different circumstances.” She began stroking his cock again, her tongue making small circles around the tip. “I think you would make a wonderful thrall, handsome enough, with a fine cock, but also not the brightest, that makes it easier to keep you. Some dumb muscle is always useful, and I’ve been told that I’m positively insatiable. But now you’ll have to serve a greater purpose. If there was another way I would still keep you I think.” The witch never stopped attending to his cock, her lips, tongue, and hand continuously working him, she seemed to enjoy tormenting him. “I was never much for sucking cock, although yours does taste quite good.” A kiss against the tip of his shaft continued, the witch opening her mouth and gliding her dark lips along his taking more and more of his erection into her mouth. Her eyes still hadn’t left his yet, keeping the two of them linked all the while. As she bobbed up and down his length her short white hair bounced along with her movements. Leoric’s hands were balled up into fists behind the log, not in an attempt to escape but as a sign of his struggle to remain in control even as he let out another gasp of pleasure.

She pulled back from him with a smack of her lips, some spit running down her chin and more dripping from her tongue and linking her to his cock. “You know why I don’t usually suck cock?” she teased, licking him again. He didn’t answer, unwilling to give her a single inch if he could help it. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, I do love the reaction it gets from a man, every touch and flick of my tongue, the soft feeling of my lips against him.” She didn’t need to tell him twice, he could attest to the torment she was inflicting on him. If she wasn’t a witch and his life wasn’t in the balance he would have been doing anything he could to have her continue, but as it was he was desperate for her to stop. Her words as much as her touch were melting his resolve. His only hope was that Yenel and Winry show up in time to rescue him, even if it did mean Winry having another story to hold over his head.

“The reason I don’t suck much cock is because I prefer to fuck,” she purred, her hand pumping along his spit-slick shaft. “You like that idea don’t you? I can feel your cock twitch when I mentioned it,” she teased. And she wasn’t wrong. He had no idea she would go so far to claim his seed for whatever nefarious purpose she had in mind. As soon as she said it through he couldn’t help but imagine it, and what she would look like naked and on his cock. “I would enjoy it too,” she smiled up at him, lightly kissing his shaft. “I haven’t ridden a cock in weeks. I’ve been out here all alone, with nothing to fill me up but my own fingers, and that certainly isn’t a sufficient replacement for a thick cock.” The witch pumped him again and again. “Do you want to fuck me, brave adventurer? Have you ever been taken by a witch? Do you want to be buried up to the hilt inside me?” The witch’s lips wrapped around the crown of his cock again, her hand stroking the shaft as her other hand disappeared into her robes. “I’ve gotten so wet, tasting your cock and thinking about fucking you.” Her hand reappeared from inside her robes, showing the dampness along her fingers. “You already know that you’re going to lose. You’ve put up a brave fight, adventurer, but you can’t last much longer no man could, we both know it.”

Leoric was loath to give up ever, especially to a monster, but as always the witch was right. He had barely been holding on up to now, everything about the witch was turning him on, the way she moved, her voice, her words, her mouth. He couldn’t win against her, whatever she had planned was going to happen. So why not enjoy it?

Something in his expression must have given away his change in resolve because she grinned up at him victoriously. “If you want it then you’re going to need to ask for it. No more remaining silent, brave adventurer. Beg for it.” Her hand slipped off his cock, and her lips left him. His entire spit soaked cock was hanging right in front of her and was currently being ignored. The instant he had given in she left him alone and desperate for her touch.

He swallowed, more unsure of himself than ever. He had never been in this circumstance before in any way and was completely out of his depth. She was easily the most confident woman he had ever been with, and the most powerful, not to mention he was tied up. “I…” he fumbled, “Witch, I want to have sex with you.” He barely managed the words out, and even with the circumstances blushed at the poor execution.

A silent moment passed between them and then the witch burst out laughing, genuinely amused at his attempt. Leoric turned even redder, completely unprepared for the sudden change of tone from her. She shook her head, a smile still on her face. “That was really pathetic, truly. Do you ever have any luck with women?”

“I manage,” he quickly retorted, not believing he was having this conversation with a witch while he was tied up.

“Do you?” she asked skeptically, “It seems unlikely, given your way with words.” The witch rose up from the ground, standing half a head shorter than him and looking up at him. Her right hand moved up and tapped against his chest. “If you want to get into my robes you’re going to need to do better than that.” Her other hand moved to his cock, absentmindedly stroking it. “You should try again, and this time do better.” Her grip around him tightened, it wasn’t painful, yet, but the threat was clear.

If she wanted him to do better than he would play along. He did actually manage well with women, although he couldn’t take all of the credit. Saving a damsel in distress was an easy way to get in their good graces, and an adventurer in town was always a welcome sight. He actually hadn’t had much luck with any peers though. He told himself he hadn’t successfully made a move on Yenel or Winry because it wasn’t a good idea to get involved with guild-mates, but he knew that plenty of others in the guild were in relationships, both romantic and purely physical. He hadn’t managed anything with either of them because he knew he didn’t have the charm for it.

He cleared his throat, ready to try again. “May I have your name, fair maiden?”

The witch’s grip on his cock loosened slightly, but she didn’t stop stroking him. “Why brave sir,” she played along, “my name is Esandra, and who are you?” At least he wasn’t making things worse now.

“I’m Leoric Ander, of Brightthorn,” he steeled himself before he continued, ready to mess up again. “Sweet Lady Esandra, I can’t help but be taken by your beauty and charms. I would be honored for the chance to adore you with the attention you deserve if you were to but grant me the chance.”

For what seemed like the first time since she had started in on him, Esandra looked away from him, breaking their eye contact. If Leoric didn’t know better he would have thought he saw a hint of pink on her pale cheeks. She quickly recovered, meeting his eyes again, and smiling again, her hand moving up from his chest and tracing along his jaw. “A little corny but much improved, brave Leoric.”

He knew he was just playing her game now, and that she was still an incredibly dangerous witch that had him firmly in her clutches, but it was so easy to forget that with how the two of them were acting now. She was quite beautiful. “I’m sorry, Esandra,” he said, slightly more confident now that she wasn’t laughing at him. “Your beauty is distracting me, and my thoughts are astray. Would you do me the honor of letting me give you the attention you deserve?”

“You think much of yourself, Leoric, to believe you have such talents, but I don’t often have brave adventures who are so eager to help me cure my loneliness.” Her touch around his cock had gone from almost painful to feather-light, her palm almost gliding along him. “I have been without a lover for a long time, Leoric. Do you really think you can help slate my desires?”

“I will do my best, Esandra.” At that moment he actually meant it. Leoric had already given up, he knew he couldn’t stop her. She would do whatever she wished to with him, the only thing he could do was play along and have some fun before whatever happened.

She peered up into his eyes for another few moments, before she nodded and stepped back from him, her hands leaving his body and moving to her own. Esandra began the task of getting out of her robes, which seemed to have more order to it than Leoric would have thought. It seemed comprised of three different layers and had to be undone in a specific order. One by one they dropped off of the witch’s body, and Leoric was transfixed by the sight. It wasn’t until the second on dropped to the cave floor around her feet that more of her pale skin began to be revealed. The robes had been heavy enough that he hadn’t gotten a good idea of her figure before now, but as each garment fell he only wanted her more and more. She was slender, but still with a curve to her hips and a swell to her chest. She wasn’t the curviest woman he had seen certainly, but she didn’t lack any. The last layer dropped down the floor, leaving her just wearing her sandals which she quickly kicked off. Again she briefly looked away from him, but only for a moment. His gaze wandered along her, following the curve of her bust and following along her flat stomach and down to the small tuft of hair between her legs. She hadn’t been lying before about being aroused, even from here he could tell.

Esandra didn’t stand before him naked for long before she was walking back up to him, her bare hips swaying. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”

“How could I possibly be?” Leoric replied, completely honestly, even he was beginning to forget this was a game they were playing. “You really are beautiful.”

Her hands were reaching up, and wrapping around his neck, but she stopped for a moment at his last words, noticing how honest they were. She was only paused for a moment, but he thought he could see a genuine reaction on Esandra’s face. Her bare chest pressed against his undershirt as she put both hands around his neck, leaning forward against him and looking up at him. The witch stayed there for a moment, his cock pinned between the two of them. She didn’t say anything before she pulled herself up against him, her slender figure not weighing much as she brought her legs up and hooked them around his waist holding herself up, his cock resting underneath her, nestled against her ass cheeks. Their faces were inches apart now and their bodies pressed tightly together. He could feel her breath against him, how excited she was.

“You really do want me, don’t you?” she murmured. Esandra rocked back and forth against him slowly, grinding his cock against her ass.

“Yes,” he answered simply. For the first time, he wished he wasn’t bound, not so he could escape, but so he could grab onto her and put an end to her teasing. She hung onto him for a few more tantalizing moments, waiting as long as she could. Esandra had more control than he did, he couldn’t stand to wait anymore. “Esandra, I want you.” He couldn’t help but say it.

That seemed to be enough for her. Esandra pulled herself up and positioned herself over his cock. Leoric held his breath as he felt the head of his cock pressing against her. The smile on her face slowly melted into a moan of pleasure as the witch began to lower herself down onto his shaft. Leoric had been trying to hide the pleasure she had been giving him this entire time, but he didn’t anymore. He groaned out as she sank down onto him, his cock pressing into her sex. His head rolled back, as his cock disappeared into her, his entire shaft surrounded in her arousal.

Her breathing was hot against his chest as she stayed there, impaled on his cock. Esandra was biting her lower lip looking up at him, a smile still clear on her expression. “What a naughty adventurer you are Leoric, being seduced by a witch. What would your pretty companions think of you if they walked in right now?”

“I don’t want to think about them right now,” he murmured. The truth was he knew exactly how they would react. Yenel would be horrified, but sympathetic and Winry would be furious. The guild would be told about all of this, and she would never let him live it down. He didn’t have either of those women on his mind though, his thoughts were consumed by Esandra. “Do you really want to talk about them when we could be fucking instead?”

She out a laugh, but unlike the last one, this was sultry and hot against his neck. “You’re right. Why waste a good hard cock talking about other women when I could be riding it right now.” And Esandra did just that, pulling herself up against him by his shoulders and along his cock before she sunk back down it. She let out another moan, pushing herself up him again.

Again Leoric wished his hands were free to touch her, but Esandra was doing a fine job riding his cock all of her own. He didn’t need to move a muscle for her sex to grind up and down his shaft, every movement sending a wave of pleasure through him. He was thankful that he had a break between her sucking his cock to the two of them fucking. He had reclaimed a small amount of self-control in the downtime, otherwise, he would have already climaxed. The witch’s pace along him was relentless, her moderate chest bouncing along with her movements, as she raced along his shaft. She seemed to be losing herself in the pleasure of the act as much as he was. His current dire position was hardly on his mind anymore as he was preoccupied with the beautiful woman using his cock. His eyes moved from watching her face, the small changes in expression as Esandra felt a sudden wave of pleasure, down along her naked body. The reminders of his circumstances came every time he tried to pull his hands forward and touch her, either in an attempt to run a hand through her wonderfully exotic white hair or to clutch onto her backside and pull her against him. It was a small distraction in an ocean of pleasure. It was becoming more and more difficult to focus on the tiny problem of his impending doom, as the pleasure continued to mount. The reserve of self-control he had built up was rapidly being drained by her enthusiastic movements and relentless pace.

“Esandra,” he groaned out, unable to stop himself from gasping out her name.

“Leoric,” she murmured in reply, her breath short and hot against him.

“I can’t last much longer.”

“Just a little longer,” she cooed, “I’m so close.”

This entire time she had been trying to make him cum for her ritual, and now she wanted him to hold back? Leoric was at the end of his control. The last tatters of it slipping away, but at hearing the urgency in her voice he tried. He really did. Esandra’s arms wrapped tighter around him, pulling their bodies closer than ever. They were face to face as she rode his cock. Her mouth was parted in pleasure, the moans almost coming out of her non-stop until she leaned forward and kissed him. Leoric was shocked by the gesture, at the passionate hungry touch of her mouth. He gave himself over to her without thinking about it. Her movements didn’t slow even as he tasted her tongue and felt her gasping against his mouth. She sank down his cock again, his length filling her up as she began to quiver against him. He could feel her entire body shaking against his as she moaned in her own release. He was already only hanging on by a thread, and hearing her whimpers of pleasure was the breaking point. His cock pulsed inside of her, shooting his seed into her eager sex. The pleasure continued with each moment as he gave her exactly what she wanted, kissing her the entire time.

Esandra didn’t climb off of him. Even with the two of them finished, she stayed there, his cock slowly softening and slipping out of her. The kiss hadn’t ended yet, just slowed as it became more tender until she did finally pull back, looking at him warmly, her pale face flushed and sweating. The witch seemed quite happy, holding her body against his, the two of them just looking at each other. She lowered her head, resting it against his shoulder as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Leoric was scared to speak as if it would break whatever spell had brought on this shared moment of passion. But even without him saying anything the warmth was soon leaving her face and her expression darkening as she lowered her legs and unwrapped herself from him. She was still looking at him as she took a step away, his seed dripping down her thighs. Her expression changed to one of regret or remorse.

“Esandra?” he said softly, nervous about the change in her demeanor. He knew she had something planned for him, his mind was far clearer now that the height of his lust had passed. He also knew that what had just happened wasn’t something she had planned.

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking down from him and turning from towards the rugged table. Esandra didn’t stop for her robes, walking over to it completely naked. Another time Leoric’s eyes would have been squarely on her surprisingly ample backside, but the tone of her voice had him further on edge.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his heart falling at her tone.

She didn’t look back at him as she picked up a leaf of some unknown plant from the table and used it to scrape his seed from her thighs and to collect what was slowly dripping out of her. “Some things are out of my hands if I had another way I wouldn’t be doing this and not to you.” She brought the leaf up to the mortar, dropping it in and beginning to crush it with the reagents she had prepared earlier.

“I don’t understand.”

Esandra looked back at him, a small pitying smile on her face. “I know.” She turned back to her work, taking a flint and steel and striking it several times, sending sparks into the mortar. One finally caught, and Leoric jumped slightly as it burst into flames and sent a cloud of blue smoke up. She raised up a glass chalice, filled with a green liquid. Suddenly the blue smoke was pulled inwards and mixed with the liquid, turning it violet. She set the glass down in front of her, the contents slowly swirling. Then Esandra moved over to the heavy sack she had set down earlier. She lifted it up and began moving around the cave, pouring a ring of the yellow powder around the table and where he was tied. “I really am sorry. If I had more time I would explain all of this, but there is no more. I will help you as much as I can, but I am not doing this willingly. I can’t disobey again.”

The smell of what she was pouring suddenly reach him and to his horror, he recognized it, brimstone, and combined with what she said he realized what was going to do. “You’re summoning a demon, aren’t you?” Esandra nodded solemnly. His heart sank even more at the revelation. “Why would you do that?”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” she shook her head at his confusion. “Don’t they teach you anything about witches at that guild of yours? Why do you think I would summon a demon?” She continued circling around completely the circle and returning to the table, dropping the sack on it and beginning to make another concoction.

Lore might not be his strongest point, but Leoric had picked up a fact or two from Yenel. There were two kinds of witches, those who had been born with the gift, and those who had a struck a bargain with a demon for their magic. It was a dangerous and difficult task and it bound you to the demon’s purpose as long as your contract held. Summoning one into this plane was supposedly extremely difficult, some warlocks could do it, but that was it.

“You don’t need to do this, you can let me go and we can figure something else out,” Leoric pleaded.

“Do you think I like obeying him? I’m as much a pawn in all of this as you. My grandmother made this deal, and I’m the one who is being forced to satisfy it. I know it’s not right, but I can’t stop him, and neither can you.” She finally looked back at him, meeting his eyes, “I really am sorry.” She picked up the chalice with the purple liquid and walked over to him. “This isn’t fair, but it’s how things are.”

“Don’t make excuses.” Leoric shouted, “You don’t have to do this to me.”

For her part, Esandra did look sorry, but that didn’t stop her from forcing his mouth open and holding his nose, forcing the foul tasting purple liquid down his throat. It tasted awful and burned his throat on the way down, and try as he might he couldn’t stop her. The little struggle he could make a show of quickly slowed, and within moments he could feel his strength slipping away and the lights in the cave growing dimmer and dimmer. The naked figure of Esandra vanished before him as darkness swept over.

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