By
Peter Wright
(C)opyright 1999
Dark and foreboding the forest stretched out in front of the unarmored knight. He wasn't worried, his horse, while not the real war-horse that trailed behind him, has served him through numerous campaigns. The pale mare knew how to use her iron-shod hoofs with skill. If she didn't get an attacker foolish enough to approach, his sword and bladed shield would.
The sun's rays were filtering through the canopy above, casting deep shadows, in which the unlucky bandit can hide. The path was over grown with bushes bearing fruit, but the knight did not stop, yet. On the way to a tournament two other beasts trailed his horse. One a large muscled charger, perfect for the joust, and the battlefield. The other was like his mount, but served as a pack animal and was carrying his plate-armor and supplies. Lances were too cumbersome for a single knight traveling alone to carry, and the hard wooded shaft of the weapon tended to shatter in a joust.
Several moments of travel passed before the trees along one side of the path thinned out, forming a meadow. Malik, the knight, pulled his horse to a stop; green eyes scanned the trees. This meadow wasn't here the last time he traveled the forest paths. Wary and alert, he decides to dismount and investigate the new clearing. Pulling his sword belt from the saddle horn of his saddle, he buckles it tightly around his waist, not waiting to get any armor but his helm and bladed shield.
Caution lightens his steps, fear forms in his chest as he thinks of the magic that would form the meadow in such a deep forest. Only his shield has the spells needed protect him from combative magic. But he pushes it back and steps past the last of the trees into the meadow.
He's forced to shield his eyes in the change of light, cursing himself for not taking it slower, but the step has been made. He stands between the last trees and surveys the meadow, first taking in its large area. At least the length of a jousting course in diameter. A perfect circle and that raises the caution in his being. He is almost defenseless against magic, but he knows some tricks of defeating a rogue mage.
Nothing catches his eye as dangerous, yet. He pauses to remind himself that the yet is the most important. He bends down to examine the grass. Trimmed short and cut recently, with a sharp flat top not natural. Grass doesn't grow in the forest, at least not this deep in the forest. His mind settled, the meadow was formed in the last month since he walked the forest path; the grass has grown thickly, and has been tended well. Definitely made by magic, and definitely something to be investigated. His lord and master, the duke of Iial, owns the land. His duty as a knight of Iial is to investigate, and to serve the duke's justice to any invader or bandit. But magic isn't something he is effectively able to deal with.
Looking up again, the only occupant of the meadow is a pole. Standing in the direct center, odd that, obviously magical. Made of straight polished wood, reaching twelve feet to the sky, and at least a foot thick, possibly more. Malik backs up, knowing he has to investigate, but not willing to go unprepared.
His sigh is slight as he walks to his packhorse. He doesn't want to take the time to put on his armor, but he dares not go without it. The steel, made with iron might deflect or dampen any magic. And he has polished it to an almost mirror shine for the tournament, which will add some protection. Reluctantly he puts on the heavy chain mail. Providing protection against arrows and other minor projectiles. Wishing he had the thick, magical plate the dragon knights wore. A slight, experienced shrug settles the mail shirt over his broad chest, and over his padded arming vest. The vest is thick with padding used to soften any blow that hits the mail shirt, providing an effective protection against arrows not designed to pierce the vest and the mail. He doesn't bother with the mail pants, strapping his cuissarts and grevieres directly over his pants.
The shining steel breastplate, and grieves follow quickly. Lastly he reseats his helm and pulls on his gauntlets. Wiping a cloth over the plate to remove any finger prints, bring as much shine to the smooth surface as possible, suddenly glad he paid the blacksmith enough marks to make his armor look almost new. He walks to his charger, previously mounted with saddle and reins. The best way to carry the decorated tack for a lone knight is on the horse that will wear them. "Well Shadow, lets see if we can get ourselves killed before the tournament." Grabbing the saddle horn he mounts, loosens his sword and belt to allow him a quick draw, and rides the great black war-horse into the clearing. Leaving the other two unfettered, incase he doesn't come back. They are well trained not to run off unless something happens to Malik.
Shadow stepped lightly into the meadow. Picking up on both his rider's nervousness, and his own senses warning him this place was not natural. Almost bucking Malik off his back as he crosses into the meadow, the horse calms down as all four hooves settle on the thick grass. The bucking of his horse worries the knight more. The magic that made the clearing still exists around the edges, meaning the mage is still around, or the meadow was created in the last day. A magic user can't concentrate on more then one spell at a time, and only the most powerful can tie the spell to a place or object. A sudden fear grips the knight's throat, hoping he doesn't run into a mage who can do that, but he pushes the fear deep. He is committed now and his fear will only hamper his actions.
Circling around the meadow, staying away from the pole, he stops his horse getting a view of the other side. Malik gasps slightly at the sight. A grin forms on his lips, beneath the helm's visor. Standing tied to the pole was a woman. One passed the age of consent, but not by much. Her skin was still firm and soft, from the look of it. From his vantage point on top of the tall warhorse, Malik has a good look; the bound woman wears not a stitch of cloth but what bound her to the pole. Pulling on the reins and tapping his horse slightly with his heels, Shadow stalked silently towards the girl. On closer inspection, and from the front, the knight saw that she did wear something. A leather blindfold was padded and tied around her eyes. A large leather ball held her mouth slightly open and was strapped firmly inside. The leather strap buckled underneath her long red hair.
More leather donned her body. Encasing her throat was a one and a half-inch leather collar, no buckles or locks evident, only the three D-rings attached to the black leather, a fourth one possibly hidden under her hair. Runes covered the leather, dark and blending into the glossy black polish, the runes can only seen by a person who looks carefully. The woman's fine ankles were also wrapped with matching two-inch leather bands, like the collar no locks or buckles could be found the only metal was the four D-rings. Malik couldn't see her wrists, bound behind her and to the pole, but he was sure they had matching leather. Running from her ankle cuffs and to the back of the pole were several rawhide ties, spreading her legs and binding them to the side of the pole.
The massive dark horse, now sensing no danger, and his rider's interest in the girl, paws the ground and snorts to show his irritation at being ridden when implicitly promised action has disappeared. The girl finally hearing the knight started the pull against her bonds. Her attempts were halfhearted, her nude body glistening with perspiration. Obviously she's been trying since she was tied to the pole. Making a decision he hopes he does not regret, Malik decides to talk to the girl in hopes of getting the information he needs on the meadow to report to his duke.
"Well what do we have here?" Malik says to the still gagged girl. "A fair damsel and definitely in distress." Biting on the gag the woman's only answer is a muffled, "murph."
Dismounting Shadow, Malik takes the opportunity to look closely at the girl, closer now. His eyes wander over her ample breasts, focusing on her pale nipples, slightly darker then her fair skin. Green eyes leave the fair sized mounds as they gaze at her trim and muscular waist and belly. A grin forms on his lips when he gets a good look at her womanhood, completely bare of any hair that would hide it from view.
With reluctant hands he reaches behind the struggling girl's head and undoes the buckle that holds the gag in place. He makes sure the metal of his gauntlets does not get caught on her hair when he pulls the gag out of her mouth. His fingers push the padded leather blindfold from her eyes. Giving her the chance to see who's before her. Not anything that would identify the knight, but the armor he wears.
"Now girl you should answer my question. This place is obviously made by magic." He holds up the gag again, "And if you're a mage, speak one word of magic and this goes back in. I know enough of that language to recognize it quickly enough to stop any spell you can cast."
Taking a deep breath, the bound woman thinks on her answer. "M'lord, just untie me and I'll tell you everything you desire to know." She looks the knight over, her green eyes vibrant and expressive, glowing like emeralds in the sun.
Shaking his head, and taking off his gauntlets, Malik answers. "No." He says bluntly, "Not till I know more. You can start by telling my your name, and what you are doing tied to this pole." His voice rough and commanding, use to command on the field of battle.
The girl's eyes flash with a sudden temper, "What does it look like?" She says hot with anger. "I'm tied to a pole, naked. In a meadow that was made by magic." Her anger passes quickly, and she takes another deep breath.
"Ionua is my name." Said through clenched lip, she throws her head forward, shaking her long hair out. Covering her breasts and groin with the long tresses of straight red hair. "As for why I'm tied to this pole." She looks up and stares at the knight, "I was careless, and a jealous rival captured me. She tied me up out here to remove my competition."
Malik lifts his hand and cups the girl's cheek. His bare fingers stroke a line along her jaw. "So Ionua, you have a powerful rival? And another woman." He thinks for a moment, believing his question rhetorical and not getting an answer but on comes.
"No not powerful." The girl almost shouts her answer, green eyes flashing with anger, and frustration.
"Not powerful? What then? Don't try to claim that this meadow was made by a low level witch."
Ionua shakes her head again, uncovering her breasts from beneath her soft hair. "No m'lord. She's not powerful. But she has powerful lovers. She must have agreed to do something special for one to capture me and leave me out here for the bandits." A tear forms in her eyes pulling hard against the bonds.
He brushes the tear from her eye, "Now, now. No need to start crying. But I must know are you a magic user?" He must report all uses of magic and any that would use it to his duke. He explains, "Duke Nikal must be informed, so that his mages don't attack a strange mage."
With a sniffle Ionua answers the knight, "I'm a sex sorceress. My magic won't bother his mages." She becomes defensive after that admission, "I know we aren't the high members of society, but even the high and mighty visit us for our craft."
The knight finally relaxes and laughs quietly, "It is finally becoming clear to me. And I can see that there will be no danger from you." But he stops for a moment, "But you sorceresses have magic to untie knots, and open locks. I know that's a basic cantrip for any magic user, even those who aren't recognized as true magic users. Why haven't you used it."
The bound and nude girl flushes with anger again. "Because I was gagged you fool." She suddenly realizes the knight is still holding the gag. The flush turns into a blush and whispers, "Sorry m'lord. And you told me not to use magic."
Malik moves back to his horse and gives a whistle, sharp and traveling across two tones. His other horses enter the clearing. He turns back to the girl and smiles, "Well why don't you do that now? I think I can let you get away with that."
A soft sigh comes from her lips. About to make another admission but not wanting too, "I can't." Her head bows down again, tears forming slowly. She looks up and pleads, "Please untie me from this pole. I don't want to be caught by bandits, not like this."
Almost takes pity, but if there is more magic in the area he must know. "One more question, why can't you use your magic?"
A sob bursts pasts her lips now, and tears start to form in Ionua's eyes. "I don't know." She says with another sob, "It must be the leather cuffs." She sniffs again, "I couldn't use my magic since they put them on me and transported me here."
The knight walks around behind the pole and pulls out a belt knife. He cuts the rawhide strap binding her tied hands to the pole. Making sure to be careful not to cut the tie binding the D-rings of her wrist cuffs together. He does release her legs from the pole. Betting on the fact that she won't run for the forest with her hands bound.
"So you're magic is totally blocked girl?" He asks as he walks over to his horses, doubting he'll get to an inn today. His eyes scan the sky as well, watching storm clouds form from the south.
"I don't know" is the girl's answer. She stretches out as best she can with her hands still bound behind her. She doesn't complain about being only partially free. "I don't know, milord, " she repeats, "But…" She lets her voice drop into a whisper, not willing to go on.
Turning, Malik asks, "But what girl?"
Almost breaking out into tears again, she swallows a sob and sits down on the grass. Her uncovered rear pressing against the soft, yet firm, grass. "If someone can free the magic in my body. I don't know how but, knowing the people who sent me here, it would require me becoming a slave and having my master or mistress will me to use my magic." She looks up and sobs softly again. She pulls on the leather, fitting perfectly to her wrists, "And I can't take the leather off."
Unsaddling his horses, Malik turns back to the redheaded girl. "So if I take you as my slave, I can let you use your magic?" He grins behind the visored helm, thinking to himself that he may just do that.
Another sigh escapes her lips, "Yes m'lord. You can do that. I hope, but I don't know." She looks up hopefully, "But you can also removed the cuffs and collar. Maybe with your knife or something." She begs again, "I've never been tied up before, m'lord. It frightens me." Her bottom wiggles as she tries to get at the rawhide tie. The grass starts to wiggle up along her butt-crack, and the firm, and the almost sharp ends start to brush against her vagina, along the soft skin between her butt cheeks and pushing against her anus. She stops her wiggling as she feels that, her concentration moving towards the pleasure that the grass is giving her, fighting her thoughts of being free. Her training and experience as a magic user that gives and takes pleasure rise up at the brushing against her erogenous zones.
Malik finishes unsaddling the horses and turns around. He looks the redhead over for the moment, "Never been tied up before? I would have thought it was part of your training, to please all tastes."
"Yes it is. But you see I wasn't really trained."
"Not really trained, how did that happen?"
"Its not really that important, you really don't have to know."
Starts to pull off his armor, feeling the magic ebb away, and the storm start to roll in. He looks at the girl for a moment, "Oh but I must. I want to know more about you." He turns back to the girl and walks over to her. A quick cut, he frees the wrist cuffs from the raw hide. "A storm is rolling in, you can help me set up camp."
A relieved sigh escapes Ionua's lips. Her hands going to her wrists and massages them gently, trying vainly to get the wrist cuffs off. She looks at the knight for the moment before trying to hide her body with her hands. "But m'lord I'm naked." She says, "I can't work naked." Barely covering her breasts and womanhood with her hands.
Letting loose a chuckle the knight just answers, "Of course you are. And I think I like you that way." He finishes taking off his armor and packs it away. Turning back he looks over the naked woman, "You are a sex sorceress aren't you? And you don't have a body to be ashamed of."
With another soft sigh and almost a sob, Ionua uncovers her body, "Well you see m'lord." She starts, "I didn't train as a sex sorceress. My parents were minor nobility and I went to one of the mage schools." She says with a sniff, "But they died in the civil war in Aridecan. Our lands were taken and I couldn't meet the tuition. I went down to the brothels and started to sell myself to pay for my schooling. The masters of the school found out and I was thrown out." A sob racks her body remembering. She looks up angry again, "I had to keep selling myself to pay for food. And I came to accept my profession. Didn't really like it, but became good at it."
Pity and compassion racing through his heart, the knight wraps an arm around the woman's chest. He presses her close to him, rubbing his hand gently up and down her back, "There, there. I didn't mean to make you cry." Not use to comforting a woman. Especially one whom he thought was a like the women he's seen in the brothels.
Ionua continues on, her sobs increasing. She does press against Malik's broad chest her head resting against the firm muscles. Her arms encircle the knight. "Salioua was a trained sex witch. She didn't have enough talent of power to become anything more powerful. While I have much more power then she does, I never advanced enough in my training to develop it." She sighs softly swallowing another sob, "I did know enough to use my powers for healing, and to increase my lover's satisfaction. Much more then Salioua could ever accomplish. With all her training, she was just a slut after all." She bites back her anger at the thought of her rival.
"I was popular enough that I could choose who I wanted, never anyone who would demand that I be tied up. But never really enjoying the sex either. I pleased my lovers and left it at that. Salioua enjoyed the work and was jealous that I made more then she did. She loved to be tied up and ravished. Always bragging about how good the sex was. We had arguments constantly about who was better. My pride and ego always making me claim I was better." She looks up and smiles at the man holding her, never really been held by a man not of her family. Her green eyes stare into his, "I'm sorry to bring this out on you m'lord."
The smile is returned, "It is alright Ionua. These are troubling times we live in. Our nation is racked with civil war. Our armies have no one to fight but each other. Nobles squabbling over honor and gold." The smile seems to calm the girl, "I am sorry that I have treated you like a whore, not knowing what and who you are."
"But m'lord, that's what I am!" She sniffs again, "And I don't like it much."
A hanky is pulled from the knight's pocket. He holds it up for the girl, "Now no crying now, Ionua." Taking the cloth from his large hand she turns and blows her nose, still pressing up against the muscled chest. Malik smiles again, "Have you ever had a lover who would care that you were satisfied?"
"No, m'lord." She cries with a sob and a shake of her head.
Leaning down, Malik pulls the hanky away. He holds her hand in his. His lips push forward towards hers. His eyes close as he gives her a deep, yet tender kiss. A kiss that lasts for several breaths. He breaks away and smiles again. Her sobs stop as she takes a breath. Her eyes open again, still red from her tears.
"I could be a lover that will give you the pleasure you have been missing." Are the words that break past his lips.
"But m'lord I don't even know your name. And …" She breaks off again pressing her body against his. Her hands circle around his waist.
"It is Malik. I am a knight and campaigner for Duke Nikal of Iial." He smiles, "At your service."
Ionua's hands start to move of their own accord, "Yes m'lord. Were you truthful about keeping me as your slave, and you as my master?" Her voice breaks as she asks. Not all that sure she wouldn't mind that with this gentle knight. Wanting to push the recent history behind her, she starts to press her naked body against the knight. Wanting to try at having a pleasurable experience to push away all her recent hardships.
"Well Ionua, we'll see won't we? I think I would like that, if you do as well. I find that I please my lovers more when I occasionally tie them up. But we'll worry about that later."
More determined now the redhead pulls the knight's tunic from his pants. Pushing it up his waist, caressing his rippled belly. Her fingernails find one of his numerous scars. She looks up, "How did you get these?" Her voice a little concerned.
"From various battles. Too many to remember fully. Jousts and tournaments, and other competitions for honor. Nothing that was truly important." He answers, pulling off his tunic, revealing his muscular chest, covered with hair.
Her lips start to stroke against his chest, hands slipping down inside his pants. She grins to herself as she feels his manhood. She pulls at his pants but Malik pulls back. "Now Ionua we can do that later. The storm is coming in and we need to set up camp."
The now shirtless knight makes an attempt to turn around, but Ionua isn't going to let him. She doesn't care about the storm, wearing all that she now owns. Her hands go to his belt, suddenly more sure of herself, and wanting to please this knight, wanting to know if this knight has anything more surprising then his kisses.
Giving up Malik turns back to the naked woman, his hands starting to wander over her body and back. He lets her unbuckle his belt and push his pants over his hips. He shrugs out of them and the leather boots on his feet. Almost immediately the girls hand cups his balls, her eyes looking at his manhood. A pleased smile forms on her face, starting to stroke the hardened shaft slowly.
A small pleasant gasp pushes past the knight's lips. Feeling the experienced hands of the girl before him. "You are good you know that?"
Vibrant green eyes turn up and a smile is formed on her full lips, "Oh I know I am, m'lord." She winks, "And you better be too." Her hands leave his cock and wander around to start to massage his buttocks, squeezing lightly. Rubbing her breasts against his chest, she slowly descends to her knees. Her soft tongue pushes past her lips and licks the sensitive head of his manhood.
Another sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. Malik slowly sinks to his knees, looking at the girl before him. Her hands rest on his shoulders and push him back. His back rubs against the soft thick grass of the meadow. Slowly, with sure motions, she wiggles around and places her body on his, her legs spread on either side of his head, waiting to see if he'll follow on his promise of pleasure. Her tongue starts to work slowly up and down his shaft, long and firm strokes, bringing him pleasure.
Sighing with the pleasure of the situation, the knight's hands are not idle. Grasping and massaging his hands work on her buttocks, spreading her legs wider and bringing her already wet vagina towards his mouth. A soft squeal of pleasure bursts past the girl's lips at the first lick. Never having someone do that before, giving her pleasure instead of her giving her lovers her all. She stops her slow licking, relaxing to enjoy his tongue.
Malik's hand stop their caressing, giving her butt a small but firm swat. The feeling only increases Ionua's pleasure at his slow licking, but reminding her to go back to her own work. Grasping his cock with one hand she starts to stroke up and down, her tongue licking against the sensitive head. Soft moans pass her lips, closing her eyes, realizing that her knight has more talents then getting scars.
The redhead pauses several times with his rough tongue focuses on her clitoris, rubbing his teeth against her sensitive nub with his tongue. Her moans increase as he does this, rising in volume. But always a light swat reminds her of her own tasks. Strangely this only increases her pleasure as this knight starts to dominate her.
The knight's next action takes her by surprise. He sucks her clit into his mouth, and traps it between his lips with his teeth. Sucking out as much of the air in his mouth, making her clit expand slightly in the vacuum, and causing it to be more sensitive, Malik's tongue flicks back and forth hard against the nub of sensitive flesh.
"Oooooh, M'lord… Don't stop…" Her body receiving pleasures from the man below her. She starts to grind her hips against his face. Her hand rest at the side, with her fists clench around the blades of grass and she starts to pull against them. Her eyes squeeze closed in pleasure. The sex witch's body rises up towards a peak. After a moments rest, and before the swat can land she sucks his long, hard, manhood deep into her mouth. A practiced tongue and throat muscle allows her to take the entire length in without gagging.
The swat does land, pushing her even closer to her climax. Each swat is not hard, but still firm. His fingers start to tickle up and down her butt-crack as they squeeze the buttocks. Releasing her clit from his mouth, his tongue pushes deep into her inner hole, licking along her sensitive flesh. One of his fingers starts to probe her anus, bringing louder and louder moans from the girl. Malik's hips start to rock in time with her suckling.
Pulling her head off his shaft, her body starts to shudder on top of the knight's. A loud moan turns into a passionate cry as she expresses her climax. Her eyes closed so tightly tears form under the eyelid. Her cry forms no words, just in the language of pleasure.
Giving her bottom another swat he rolls the girl off his chest. He spreads her leg and his fingers start to stroke up and down her dripping slit. He doesn't turn to mount her yet, wanting her to recover first. Ionua's hands go to her breasts as she starts to massage them slowly. Her eyes open as she catches her breath.
"My, you have a talented tongue," are the first words that come out of her mouth. One of her hands strokes down her belly, covered with perspiration. It travels down and cups his hand, drawing it out of her, she bring it to her lips for a kiss, "Is this what being your slave will be like?"
An amused expression cover's the knight's face and he shakes his head, "Are you sure you didn't enjoy your work? Its nothing that to be ashamed of, at least in my opinion."
"Well." Her answer draws out giving his fingers another kiss, "Maybe I did enjoy it. But in Aridecan," a blush forms on her face, "We didn't, erm, have sexual relations except to produce children. Never for pleasure." She looks Malik, her green eyes scanning over his tall and trim form. "M'lord, is it true what you said about us being here in Iial?"
Malik smiles, "Yes we are. We're just over the border from Pieciled. Why do you ask?"
Dropping his hand, she starts and jumps up to her feet. She looks like she's about to run but realizes she's naked. Her hands cover her breasts and vagina again. She looks down at the naked knight. Looking embarrassed again and a bit worried, "But you're slavers!" She shouts out.
A chuckle bursts from Malik's mouth, "No we aren't."
"But, but," She stutters try to hide her body more with her hands, and not succeeding at all. Her eyes tear up again, "They say all the women here are slaves to their men."
Another laugh is heard from the man on the grass. He gets up and puts his clothes back on, "Well that is true in some cases. But never are the women not willing or not enjoying the experience. And never are they beaten, or whipped." He smiles, "But we do produce the best healers in the nation. And we make some of the best fighters too." His smile fades as he buckles his belt, over his still hard shaft.
Ionua turns as she watches the knight start to set up camp. Her eyes start to tear up again. "So they say, m'lord." She thinks for a moment, "But you keep your women in chains." She says finally.
Shaking his head as he pulls out a small tent, "Not all of them. Only those women that like it. And the lords that do keep slaves, take care of them. That's our law." Slowly and with practiced steps he sets up the tent. The tent is large enough for a small table and cot if he brought those with him.
Ionua looks at the knight, "Do you mind if I call you Malik?" She asks and then goes on, "If I'm your slave what does that mean to you?"
Turning to look at the naked girl, Malik says, "Yes you can call me that." He winks, "Or sir, or m'lord, or master. Whichever you prefer." He smiles and walks over to her, "Well that would mean I would have to feed and take care of you. And provide you with clothes if that's my pleasure." His smile broadens, "And of course make love to you whenever I want."
Another sigh escapes her lips, she looks around the clearing and at her naked body, "I suppose I don't have much of a choice do I. But can I ask you something?"
Malik nods for a moment, "Ask away fair lady." He teases gently, starting to move the packs and tack from the horses into the tent. Trusting them not to run off without a good reason. Besides they might want to move under the trees to get out of the rain.
Obviously thinking of the question to ask, "M'lord, I would like to get back at Salioua, would you help me get my revenge?" She says in a quiet voice, "I'll willingly become your slave if you'll do that." She would willing become his slave, just so she doesn't have to keep selling herself.
A quick nod, "I suppose I will. But only the opportunity arises. We won't go out and actively seek her out. Aridecan is close to 3000 miles from here, we can't make a trip like that on the finances I have right now."
Disappointed but still happy. She grins at Malik, "Well then m'lord I'll be your slave." She smiles, "And how can I serve you now?"
He looks over the lovely, nude body of the red head. "I don't know. Think you can gather some firewood? I think we'll be here for a while. But I wouldn't want your fair skin to be damaged. What do you think you can do?"
"Well master." She says with a twinkle in her eye, "If you'll let me, I can summon my caches, with my equipment of my trade. I have massage oils and lotions that will help me increase your pleasures with me."
Malik nods his head slight, "And how would I do that?"
A smile comes to her lips, "Well there are two ways. The first is you can remove my collar and cuffs. And then fuck me. When we climax my magic will be strong enough then for me to summon them from Aridecan." Her smile is hopeful wanting to be released from her bonds.
With a wink he says, "Can't really do that, now can I? What's the other."
A disappointed sigh goes through her lips. "Well, m'lord." She says with a pause. "If what I think is right about these cuffs is true, then if you hold onto them and will them to let the magic pass through them I should be able to summon the caches while fucking you. But I'm not sure."
"Well then my new slave, I think we'll try the second route." He leads the girl into the tent and unrolls his bedroll. He gives her a smile, "I think we going to have to get use to sharing that bedroll, don't you?"
Wrapping her arms around his body again, Ionua reaches up for a kiss. "Yes m'lord I think we will." She starts to undress him again, "Think you can get me to climax before the storm hits?" She says with a grin, "I would hate for you to have to get your firewood while it's raining."
Slipping out of his clothes again, not that he was in them for long; the knight lies back onto the bedroll. The redhead throws her long red hair over her shoulder, letting it fall down almost to her buttocks. Kneeling down she reaches out and starts to stroke his manhood, making sure it's nice and hard for her. Her other hand slips down between her legs and starts to finger her vagina with two fingers. Closing her eyes, she sighs as she feels the pleasure start to go through her body again.
Slowly and surely she brings his manhood back to full hardness. Her smooth leg rubs against his as she slowly pushes her body onto his. Still stroking his hard shaft she guides it into her wet and ready vagina. A soft sigh seeps past her lips, as the long shaft impales her. Her knees underneath her, start to move her body up and down his manhood. Hands move to his shoulders, "Now m'lord you have to hold my wrist cuffs."
Taking a hold of her wrist cuffs he grins at her. "If that is what I must do." He pushes her hands behind her back and grasps them together with one hand. He reaches into one of the packs and pulls out some rawhide ties.
"What are you doing?" Ionua demands. Her motions slow down, but she keeps pumping up and down on his hard manhood. Malik's practiced hands bind the wrist cuffs together with the rawhide.
"Giving you a first taste of bondage." The knight says with an impish smile. He does hold onto her wrist cuffs after he's tied them together.
"But m'lord." She sighs, picking up her pace again, "I don't want to be tied up."
With a sigh he answers her, "I know you don't, but you will have to get use to it. Can't have a girl like you running around, and let anyone think they can have their way with you." His hips start to rock under the girl, moving in time with her pumping, "So just enjoy the sensations."
The knight looks up at the girl, his hands moving along to her hips, grasping against her soft, fair skin. Helping her to keep her balance with her hands tied behind her back. He runs his hands up and down her sides. Believing he doesn't have to hold onto her leather once he's started, that would make him a slave in a fashion to the straps as well.
Ionua moans softly, forgetting about the spell for the moment, pulling against the leather that is binding her hands. She settles into the rhythm and learns to keep her balance during her ride without her hands. Her eyelids close over her vibrant green eyes, as she starts her spell.
Ionua finally remembers to start her spell, "Cir-cular nikia," she moans out as the first words that will bring her caches to her. The power starts to gather in her heart. Her breath deepens even more as her trained body draws from the pleasure the power to bind the magic she tries to control. Her approaching orgasm fueling and controlling the magic, turning the spell into a race to see if she can complete her spell before her peak is reached.
The moans of the woman on his manhood only encourage the knight. He starts to rock his hips a bit faster and he starts to push the redhead up and down to match his speed. His hands leave her hips to grasp her breasts, massaging the sensitive mounds of flesh. His fingers pinch and pull on the nipples gently, but still adding their sensations.
Ionua opens her eyes once the knight's hands move to her breasts. She's not use to a man fondling them during a spell, but she can't tell him to stop. She can't even brush them away; the leather tying her wrist cuffs together prevents that. She moans her frustrations into her spell; the helplessness caused by the leather increases her arousal at the hands of the knight.
"Ki-liap Ious, oh!" She moans out continuing with her spell, sending the power contained in her heart towards her limps, the feeling of magic making her already sensitive body much more sensitive. A loud moan of pleasure erupts past her lips as the magic reaches the leather. The magic no longer blocked by the sorceress's cuffs settles into her hands, feet and mouth. She now controls the magic fully, but she is shocked. When the magic passed her wrist cuffs it grew in power causing her have control over more magic then she has had before.
Each of her magical sentences is punctuated by a loud moan of pleasure; barely keeping the moans back from entering her magical phrases. The helplessness causing her to accept more pleasure from the knight then she normally would allow during a spell, and those sensations of helplessness actually increase her pleasure, not decease it.
Malik closes his eyes as he comes closer to his own peak. His hips continue rocking, and he supports the redhead by the hands holding her breasts. His hands continue to rub and caress the soft skin, playing with the nipples at the same time. The rough calluses on his fingers, built up by years of battle and sword practice, brush against her erect, harden nipples. He pinches gently, and pulls back on the sensitive nubs, with a practiced hand.
"Auli-nak… oh!!! Ious Ki." Ionua continues shaping the spell to her will. She bites her lips and closes her eyes so tightly that tears form under her lids, trying to hold off the orgasm in her body. Her will fights desperately with her pleasure.
"Ni-as-thi!" She shouts out, "Oh!!! Yes!!!" She shouts out now that her spell is complete. The magic forces pour from her hands and limbs, visible only to her. As the magic leaves her body, towards her homeland she climaxes. Her moans turn to screams of passion and lust, her wet cunt throbbing around the man's shaft. Her thighs pushing her faster up faster on his cock, letting gravity slam her back down when she's almost off the tip of his manhood.
Malik climaxes at the same time she does. The lingering magic still leaving her body takes the pleasure from him as well as her. His hot, white, climax shoots deep into her womb. The magic that Ionua called forth enhances both their combined climaxes, causing them to expend more energy in them and take more pleasure.
Ionua's body shudders with her climax; she pulls against the leather binding her hands but can't break the tie. The frustration increases her pleasure more, adding to the magical amplified pleasure. Another orgasm flows through her body before the first one finished, followed shortly by a third. Her body collapses onto the hands of the knight.
Malik lays her down slowly on his chest, sighing softly as he relaxes from his climax. His hands rub up and down her back. He gives the top of her head a kiss, a smile forms on his lips waiting for her to recover.
Ionua looks up at Malik with a dreamy expression. A smile forms on her lips, she sighs with pleasure as she says, "That was intense wasn't it?" She giggles a bit and says before the knight can answer, "More intense then I have ever had before."
The man's hand moves down to her cuffs and pulls gently on the leather tying them together. "You think it was because of the bondage?" He asks with a grin.
Another giggle before answering, "That is part of it Malik. The feeling of helplessness increased my sensations. But part of it, was because I couldn't push you away from my breasts. I usually don't let a man play with my breasts during a spell." She explains, "I do love it when you caress them but I need to complete the spell before I climax, and the added sensations made me concentrate on holding it back more." She grins again and gives the man a kiss, "But with my hands tied behind me I couldn't push your hands away, that feeling of helplessness added to my pleasure for some reason."
Malik reaches down and unties her hands and grins, "Well then I'll just have to tie you up more often. You liked it this time, and its nothing perverted." The knight makes a guess that that was the reason why she didn't try it before. The nobility of her homeland being a little inhibited to his thoughts.
She gives him a smile; "I wouldn't say anything about that." Her hands moving up and down the sides of his chest, rubbing her smooth hands against his scared sides. "But yes I think we can try it again."
Suddenly a canvass bag appears in the small tent, followed by two others. Ionua looks up and gasps, "Those aren't my things." She pulls her self to her feet, releasing the man's cock from her groin. She steps over to it and finds a piece of paper attached to one of the canvass bags. She lets out a loud sob, and then yells, "Damn her!"
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