Live Free [MF] [Lite Femdom]

Saron’s getting on my nerves again, spouting off about his own *cruel* misfortune. “This is garbage, they only send me away like this because because I make’em nervous.” I’ve been listening to him drone on for some days, a captive audience to his belly-aching. “You would think that the guys trained to track, would do the tracking, not me. I’m trained for long marches yeah, but I’m no expert at findin’ the assholes they love sendin’ me to find.”

“We’re still hot on his trail, it’s not like you need to be an expert to follow someone who camps next to a fire each night.” Our quarry hasn’t been keeping his camping sites too well hidden, he might not even be aware that there’s someone who wants him dead. “The only real crime about sending us all the way out here, is that we aren’t getting paid more than our standard wage for it.”

Saron raises a brow at that “Are you fer’real? I didn’t even know that, thought we’d claim some bounty when we brought ‘is head back!” It seems I’ve given him more to whinge about, lovely.

I decide to change the subject before he can sand down my composure any further. “How is it that you make the commander nervous?”

“It ain’t ‘im who’s jimmies I rustle. It’s the constable’s, he always worried when he knows I got coin to spend, jus’ cause I sometimes have a little too much fun.” He says with an imp’s grin. “Him and the commander are buddies ya see, and he’ll use whatever connections he’s got to send me away for as long as he can.” I can’t say I blame him, he probably doesn’t mind locking Saron up, not as much as he minds having to watch him.

I point westward “Look, our boy’s lit another fire and we’re actually close enough to get to it before it gets to dark this time. You ready?”

Saron places a hand on the hilt of his straight-sword. “Killin’ men is all I’m any good at. Pffft, ‘you ready?’.” He says mockingly.

Endearing as ever, a silent fifteen minute walk and we find ourselves staring at a rough campsite from the treeline. The fire is low, our mark is likely out collecting firewood, which is ideal for setting up our ambush. “I need you to set up by the pines closest to his tent, I’ll try to reason with him when he returns, but if that falls through… I think you know that scenario pretty well.”

“Scenario? That some foreign word? We ain’t all know how to read jackass.” I just want to deal with this guy before dark.

“Gods. Kill him if he doesn’t take to a peaceful surrender you buffoon.” I have little patience left for Saron after that last few days spent with him. Once I see that Saron has moved to the position I indicated, I stride into the area surrounding the firepit, and take a seat. Several minutes go by, almost half an hour in fact before I spot my quarry walking out of the brush and towards the fire, sticks under one arm, bag in the other. Darkness has overtaken the small clearing that we’re in, and the only real light is coming from the very low fire.

He finally makes it to the other side of the fire pit, and begins to speak “It’s easy to kill a man while he sits.”

Wow, right out of the gate with a threat, not to mention that his voice sounds suspect, something’s off about it. “I don’t think you’d kill someone without talking to them first, especially if they’re seated.”

He nonchalantly begins stacking sticks on the fire before replying. “No, not while they’re seated, you have a point.” I haven’t been able to get a clear look at his face, he’s hooded and robed in a black-dyed cloak. If he hadn’t walked into the light of the fire, it’s likely that I would never have seen him, not to mention how deftly quiet his footsteps were. “You’re friend wasn’t seated however, he was, in fact, standing upright with widened eyes when I freed his head from his torso.” He tosses the bag towards me, and out rolls Saron, still looking surprised.

My plan is in shambles, much like Saron, and I struggle to figure out what I should say next. “Hm, you now hold advantage here, I’m no fighter.”

He lets out a chuckle “Clearly, you’re trying the diplomatic approach right, trying to see if I’ll let you slap those manacles on me?” He pulls down his hood, revealing long red hair, and a young female face with a sadistic expression. “Thing is, you’re going to put them on yourself.”

I must look shocked, because she seems very amused by this situation. “I would rather keep my hands free, can I leave you be instead? It’s not as if I can pursue you any further without him.” I gesture to the head she’d lain before me.

“That’s a weak attempt at deceit, there’s no one who would keep a promise like that to a stranger.” Her expression turns more serious as she draws a very well kept stiletto “You can put those shackles on, or you can die sitting by a stranger’s fire.”

The choice is obvious, and I think the time for talking has passed, this woman enjoys her torment. I don’t need to give her reason to kill me, so I clamp the manacles into place on my wrists. “I suppose you’ll want the key?”

That wicked smile returns to her lips “Naturally. Not even trying to be defiant… you must be more of a scholar than a warrior.” She approaches me and knocks me over with a swift kick to my side “Just in case you had a plan for when I took the key off you.” She then, of course, takes all my belongings including the key. My ribs roar in pain as she walks back to the other side of the now blazing fire and takes a seat. It’s a massive effort to sit upright again with my now bruised ribs.

“They told us you were a man, that you knew your way around a blade. At least the important part wasn’t a lie. Could’ve made use of the part where your also a trained tracker and killer.” She looks over to me while she puts her hair into a ponytail, not giving anything away with her expression.

“You don’t seem too broken up about your companion, not really a friend of yours?” She’s sharp, but there’s no real harm in making conversation, I’ll probably be dead come morning.

“His name was Saron, he was an idiot and frankly, you did his superiors a favor. They sent him to find you as punishment, they won’t mind if he never comes back.” Saron *was* stupid, but he also had combat abilities which are vital when travelling on the road, he was useful at the very least. “Do you have a plan? Because I don’t, despite your suspicions, and I would like to know if I should be having a mortal crisis right now.”

She giggles at that “I just met you, I don’t know what kind of man you are, you seem different from most… educated at least. I don’t like to kill people, except for when I’m actually doing the killing. I think it’d drive me crazy if I regretted every life I took.” She’s startlingly casual about her… philosophy.

“You seem relatively articulate yourself, where did you learn to speak and read?” I wonder if she attended the same college as me, her accent is of this country, and there are only two literary colleges here.

I can tell that she hardly gets any decent conversation on the road by the degree of her excitement at discussing her studies “It was a place by the eastern coast, ‘something’ Rock I think. I learned to write there, though most of the people I’m forced to associate with can’t really read.” A degree of frustration is obvious within her admission, probably because she can’t get anyone to read whatever it is she likes to right.

“Well, I’m well-read, I could have a look at your writings, it’s not as if I’m busy tonight.” She looks up with some surprise in her eyes, but then looks back down as if she realised something dreadful.

“I would like someone to read my poems, but it’s just about time to put the fire out, you should’ve said something sooner!” It’s a joke of course, I didn’t know about her poems until just now. Though, more pressing is the question of how I’m not going to freeze to death in the night.

“If you intend to kill me, could it not be at the hands of the frost? I’ve seen the faces of dead men who were claimed by the cold, they always look excruciating.” An amused look takes over her features as she saunters over to me with a bed roll in hand.

“You, are going in here.” She points to the bed roll. “You’ll be my fire tonight, but you’ll also be unable to move, I’m sorry if I tie it a little tighter than you like.” Her grin goes wider, I assume because of the look on my face. Though with her this close and the fire still going, I get a good look a the girls face. She’s pretty, and surprisingly clean for someone on the road. She has soft facial features, and white teeth, a rarity out here. Not too mention that, up close, her cloak can’t hide her figure. Her curves are stunning, and her arms and legs are toned. The thought of her pressing herself against me all night, while I’m incapacitated, is actually infuriating. Even so, I slide myself into the bed roll and allow her to restrain me within it. She knocks out the fire moments later, so that only moonlight remains. She then rolls me onto my side and slides her body up against my own, I wish I hadn’t seen how lovely her body is before I’d been restrained within this bedroll.

“You enjoy this, don’t you? You know perfectly well what you do to men.” She pulls me closer rubbing herself along the length of my back.

I can almost feel her devilish expression as she moves her mouth up to my right ear. She whispers “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, I’m just trying to stay warm, you should be thankful that I’m keeping you warm as well.” She nips my ear before moving her head back from mine. I’m horrendously aroused, but I have no way of moving my hands, or even mercifully re-adjusting the position of my member. With no recourse, and with some difficulty, I fall asleep for the night.

My eyes open to an excited girl straddling me, with a small tome in hand. “Sun’s up, time to read! Your thoughts on what you see in here will pay for the breakfast I’m about to hunt for us.” She somehow managed to get the bedroll off me without jostling me awake, but she’s bound my feet together with rope.

“I’ll give it a look, despite last night’s torture.” I shoot her a glance containing my frustration.

She replies as she grabs her hunting supplies “Oh please, you loved it, I could feel your manhood with my hands, even under the layers of fur.”

My face scrunches up and I grind my teeth, she felt me while I was asleep?! “I’m going to criticize whatever’s in this journal, more harshly than anything I’ve ever read before, I’m going to eviscerate your writing when you come back!”

“Wait! I didn’t mean it, don’t be mean about that!” A tone with some genuine worry in it makes its way out of her. I didn’t think she cared so much for her own writings, I begin to wander if they’re actually any good. With that, she strides off into the forest to catch a meal. I begin looking through her journal, it contains poetry, short stories, and some more personal entries as well. It’s all adequately written, proper grammar and syntax, though none of it is particularly striking. With the exception of one poem seemingly about a former noblewoman. The passage is visceral and grounded, it seems to come from a place of deep regret, and it very well may. It could explain her education and expertise with the blade, all nobles are taught to duel after all.

I’m through nearly a quarter of the journal when she comes strutting out of the same pines that Saron once inhabited. “Two rabbits! But more importantly…” She rushes over to me, anticipation in her eyes. “What do you think?”

I decide to be honest “The only passage that’s stuck with me so far is the one titled ‘A Maiden Moved’.” She shrinks somewhat at the mention of the passage.

“Oh… what did you like about it?” It certainly has to do with her past.

“It seemed to come from somewhere inside, like it’s close to the author. It has a level of detail, and description that the other writings lack.” She gently removes her journal from my grasp.

“Did… did she seem like a bad person?” Who’s she talking about? “The noblewoman from the story, I mean.” The story had an air of regret to it, it’s no wonder her feelings are still mixed about it.

“She was justified I think, to have so much ability and promise… but be stifled by her own family. It’s no wonder she left.” Her grip on the journal tightens, but a small smile forms on her lips.

“Yeah.” She undoes the rope around my ankles. “I’ll skin and cook these, you just keep sitting there.” As she skins and prepares her catch, she sneaks glances at me. “Were moving after breakfast, don’t eat too much.” I’m handed a spoon and steaming bowl of rabbit with wild onions. It’s somehow delectable, even with the apparent absence of spices.

As I swallow the last of the serving she gave me, I look up to find her peering expectantly at me. “Yes?”

“You liked it? I’ve been the only critic of my cooking since I started travelling alone, I started out making food that was barely edible.” Her expression has softened since last night, her guard has gone down. I begin to realise that she isn’t the cold-blooded killer I once thought she was, in actuality she’s a skilled fighter who lacks experience with the greater world. She doesn’t know that she shouldn’t form a connection with me, that she should have killed me last night. Now I know her, and she thinks that makes us friends, already forgetting that I was sent to take her, and kill her if she resisted. She reaches down while I’m lost in thought and frees me from my manacles. As they drop to the ground I look up, her hand on her stiletto, what’s she doing? She knows *nothing*. “Get up, were going, it would look strange for a woman to be in the company of a shackled man.” It’s an *excuse* she already trusts me, or maybe she doesn’t see me as a threat. The fool didn’t even bother to check up my sleeves, she would have seen my thaumaturgist’s brand if she had. She would know not to let my hands free. I’ll wait in any case, it wouldn’t be wise to try something this close anyway.

“Makes sense to me, I assume that I’ll be walking in front of you for the duration of our time on the road?” She gives me a sly look.

“You’ve got the best ideas, and yes you will.” Some time passes as we amble through the woods towards the road. She’s silent during the walk, likely because she has her face buried in a book seemingly about the native flora. No experience, no guard, and no restraints. Once we come upon something that’s suitable as a place to hold her, I’ll do what I have to.

“I think I went to the same school as you, you said it was ‘something’ Rock. Did you mean DaggerPoint Rock?” I am genuinely curious about her place of study, she may know some of my older instructors.

“Yeah that was it!” She says closing the book and stowing it. “I studied alchemy pretty much exclusively while I went there. Didn’t retain much, other than this book.” She pats her satchel.

“Did you ever meet Corven? Old guy, knew all his original formulas by heart, even though hardly any of them were successful.” Her eyes light up at the mention of his name and she begins to go on at length about how long and tedious the papers he wrote were. We’ve made it to the road and I spot what used to be a hut just about one league down, I’ll walk with her up to there, then I’ll end this farce.

“Did you know that he got married while I was studying under him? His lessons got way better after that, he seemed more upbeat in general.” We’re almost to the remnants of the hut when she says something that catches me off-guard. “Are there really people who get to marry out of something other than necessity?” I don’t really consider the question, as I whirl around and bring both my hands into the necessary places. I create the symbol for dream with my left, and the symbol for acceleration with my right, and I station her in the space between them, from my perspective. By the time I’ve finished focusing my intent on the symbols, she’s nearly to me, but it’s already over, the stiletto falls from her grip as she slows to a walk, then lays down. She falls completely unconscious.

I drag her to the hut and seat her against the wall to the left of the doorless door frame. I slap the manacles on her hands, and bind her feet with the same rope that were used to bind my own. A part of me feels slimy for using that kind of spell on a woman, it’s a common method used by older thaumaturgists to take woman against their will. It’s especially vile when used in that way, as the spell is powered by a female deity. Though I have no intention of harming this girl, I’m on the fence about trying to take her back to the commander, what do they want with her? Well, I can’t ask her while she’s asleep. I form the symbol for daybreak with both hands and make my area of influence the interior of the hut. She awakens.

Her glare is piercing “That was dirty. Couldn’t beat me in a fair fight?”

What a childish thing to say “No, and I never intended to try, as you might recall. What’s your house name?”

She turns away from the question. “Does it matter if I’ve renounced it?” She says with the energy of a viper.

I’m beginning to get a clearer picture of her. “No, it doesn’t particularly matter. Only your father could have disowned you. Legally you can’t renounce your own name.” She scoffs at that, obviously not a fan of her own family. “Fine then, you get one chance to answer this question correctly.” She looks up, confused, likely wondering why I’m giving her a chance at all. “What are you looking for?”

She opens her mouth, but nothing is said, she closes it again. She lets out a long breath “I… I don’t know.” I toss her the key and her sheathed stiletto.

“I was going to take you back if you said you were looking for love, or happiness, or wealth… anything really. Those things all lead to ruin for a girl your age. You deserve the chance to wander freely.” I lean against the wall on the other side of the ruined hut, I start to think about what I’ll tell the commander. A headache begins to form, so I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling. A pair of arms encircle my torso, and I open my eyes only to find her looking up at me, something undefinable in her eyes like blue fire.

“My name is Celia, and I wish you had a name I could call you by.” She says sweetly still embracing me.

“Ah, so you know the thaumaturgist’s burden, there aren’t many who do. It’s true, we can’t have names. They’re among the things attributed to the cost of these abilities.” She hugs me tighter, no one’s ever felt pity for the things this power has cost me. It’s usually disgust or mild intrigue. I wrap my arms back around her, feeling the smoothness on her back, and those lovely curves I spotted last night. I lean down and bring my lips into meeting with hers, they’re so soft. I come to my senses and push her back. “Let me think for a moment.” I use the area of influence I’ve already established to remove us from the perception of any passersby.

She still has her hands on my sides. “What do you need to think about? I want to be with you… here.” Her cheeks turn red at the admission, it’s enough to remove my remaining reservations.

I pull her back in and place a hand on her cheek. “You don’t think of me as a demon? A man who sold his being, for power?”

She puts her hand on mine and leans into my palm, closing her eyes. “I think that doesn’t matter, if the man is still here, still this kind and caring.” She’s beautiful, and her presence settles my heart. “Besides, I think that I’m too close for you to cast your magic now!” She shoves me against the wall and moves to claim my mouth. Somehow she bound both of my hands behind my back. Did she have the rope this whole time? She steps back from the embrace only to kick my legs out from under me, throwing me into a seated position against the wall. She begins untying her breeches to reveal her recently shaven core. She stands over me for just long enough for me to realise what she’s about to do, then she descends onto my face.

I begin slowly tasting her, working around the edges with my tongue. Just as she seems to be getting used to the sensation, I pierce her, feasting on the deepest parts of her that I can reach. She lets out a small peep as I ravage her, which gives me no small sense of satisfaction, as up until now, she had been controlling herself quite well. My tongue begins to tire just as her legs give out and she falls down to my level. She opens her eyes as she finishes panting, and crawls towards my lap. My pants come undone quickly at the mercy of her deft hands, and she grips my swollen member. “I could only feel its outline before, but the real thing is even scarier than I thought.” She bends down to tease my tip with her tongue, as her hand moves expertly over my shaft. I want to stroke her, and touch her, but my hands are still bound behind me. She looks up to see me struggling, a wide, evil, *perfect* grin overtakes her lust-filled expression. She begins stroking me faster, while looking into my eyes. She’s asserting that I’m helpless, that she could make me cum right now, and I would have to accept it.

She releases her grip just when I’m on the edge, my breath is ragged and heavy. A hand lifts my head up. She’s absolutely beaming, she leans forward cheek brushing against my chin, I feel her breath on my exposed neck. She stops like she’s trying to restrain herself, she bites into me, it feels incredible, I let out a whimper at the pressure of it. She lets go and straddles me, I can see that she’s having a hard time keeping herself contained. “You’re amazing, I want to be inside you Celia.” Her already weakened ability to fend off her desires cracks.

She adjusts me under her center, then lowers herself onto me. As I enter her, she inhales deeply, then lets out a hiss. She’s a virgin “Hey! Stop, there are better ways to do this!” But I still can’t get free, and moving would put me deeper inside her before I could pull myself out.

“Quiet… I’ll handle it… you just stay right where you are.” Her words are labored as she slides me deeper into her until she eventually meets the skin at the base of my cock. “Haaaaaah…” She lets out a deep sigh in her sweet voice. I can feel myself throbbing inside her, as she tightens and loosens involuntarily, trying to regain control over herself. “I should have had my first time with someone who’s cock… didn’t fill me all the way up.” She says through a pained look of self-satisfaction. It feels unreal, the smoothness of her skin, how tightly the grips me inside of her. It’s almost to much after the way she used her hand.

“You can rest, you’re an idiot doing it this way.” I say with worry permeating my tone.

“All the other ways felt boring when I thought about them.” She admits between pained expressions. So she thought about it before this, my blood pressure rises at the thought. It must have made me pulsate harder, because she whimpered at the same time.

“Do you want me to—” She suddenly begins sliding up and down my shaft far too quickly.

“What was that? Were you going to ask if you wanted me to let you do something? You clearly don’t understand the situation you’re… ahhhhh… in.” Her toned legs allow her to control her speed perfectly, I don’t know how she isn’t getting fatigued with every stroke. Sweat rolls off her arms and legs, right onto me, she’s too perfect. I’m nearing my limit, She’s moving too fast, and she grips me in a way I’ve never felt before. I’m about to cum, so I return the favor, and bite down on her neck, both keeping her pinned to the base of my shaft and allowing me to finish deep inside her. As I bite her, however, she clamps down hard on my cock and begins convulsing on me, she’s cumming too. She lets out a long unhindered moan while tilting her head back, this at least is a small victory.

I release her neck from my bite, and she falls into me exhausted and panting. I’m still inside her, hard and swollen, I feel a small satisfaction with each gradually weaker convulsion. Her hands move around my waist, and begin to unbind me. As soon as my hands are unbound, I pull her into me and hold her down. “This is what you get.”

“Wha—” I empty what remains inside my shaft with three hard, final thrusts into her deepest reaches. I feel her fingers curl on my shoulders and her convulsions become pronounced once again. “Ha, ha, ha, Gods…” I lift her so that I can easily fall out of her, and I gently put her back down. We spend the next few minutes laying in our hidden spot, kissing and playing with each other.

I never went back to the commander, and no one pursued me, I was likely assumed dead when they found Saron’s corpse. I travel with Celia now, her protector, her mentor, and, my favourite title, her lover.

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