A grave error

[havinalark]

Anyone who knew anything about thieving knew that the best thief in the city was the Wing. Nobody knew who the Wing was, but if you needed something acquired and you had the money to pay for it, you would find your way to a little shop and make your request, and within a few days you would have what you were looking for.

"Message for you, Lark," a young boy from the shop was holding out a folded piece of parchment, sealed with wax, to the young woman bent over the wash tub. She straightened up, tucking a strand of red hair into her headscarf and wiping her damp hands off on her apron.

"Thanks, here's a penny for your trouble," the girl spoke softly, fishing out a penny from her apron pocket and trading it for the parchment. The boy hung around, obviously curious what the missive contained, but the girl tucked it away into her pocket and returned to her washing.
It was later that evening, once she was alone, that she broke the seal and read the contents of the letter.

So. Somebody wanted a magical artefact from the wizard in the woods. That was going to cost them a pretty penny, everybody was afraid to go near the wizard's castle. They must really want this artefact.

She tossed the parchment into the fire, watching the flames devour the inked request for a moment before turning to the trunk at the food of her bed. She shed the simple peasant garb she had been wearing and took from the trunk something a little more special. The clothes were utilitarian, dark grey, and easy to move in. She dressed quickly, tucking her hair into a hood and crossed her room on silent feet to climb out the window, disappearing across the city.


It was only a few short hours later and the moon shone a silvery glow across the woods, casting light across the stone walls of the wizard's castle. They did not cast light on the shadowed figure climbing nimbly up the stonework of the tallest tower and slipping through a window.

She lowered herself onto the floor of the room she'd climbed into, pausing silently to listen for any signs of life or indication that any of the castle's occupants were awake.

Comments

Sorry that took a bit. Weekends aren't usually great for writing for me :)

[niran]

There were very good reasons that people knew to give the wizard's castle a wide berth, despite the fact that it lay along the most direct route through the great forest. Very few who had come within a hundred yards of the foreboding structure returned without a few white hairs to remember the terror they'd experienced, not that any could recount exactly what they'd seen.

Such solitude suited Niran perfectly fine. The less interference he had from ignorant and annoying local bumpkins, the better. In his first weeks near this city, he'd grown quickly tired of the staring and whispering and the disgusted and hateful looks thrown his way. These days, Niran rarely if ever left his castle, instead employing servants to make regular trips to the city or elsewhere in order to procure the materials and supplies he needed for his arcane studies.

It was without a doubt a solitary and sometimes lonely existence, but when a man wielded the power and knowledge that Niran possessed, solitude was to be expected. However, the sorcerer was still a human and as such also occasionally employed individuals to sate his other needs.

It had been some time since one of those appointments, and had it not, Niran might well have simply allowed the spells surrounding his castle to strike such fear into the approaching thief that it would have sent them screaming back into the night. But when his scrying glass revealed that the intruder was a lovely young woman, the wizard formed a new, more sinister plan.

The chamber, when the thief entered, was large, dark, and silent. Although the sparse moonlight filtering in through the window cast just enough illumination to glint off scores of objects on shelves and desks, but shone most brightly onto the artifact placed prominently on a pedestal in the center of the room. An artifact that, when touched, would render anyone in contact utterly immobile.

Not that the thief could know that, Niran expected. And if she was clever enough to be prepared for such an eventuality? The wizard had more than one trick in his repertoire.

No worries :)

[havinalark]

Lark waited a few, silent moments to make certain she was truly alone, before padding forward towards the moonlit artefact. She circled it carefully, checking for any indication of traps or protective runes. It was possible there were other spells, unseen and deadly, but Lark was hoping the wizard was banking on his reputation to keep potential thieves at bay. Still, she was not completely unprepared.

From the pack on her back she slipped a heavy cloth, embroidered with runes and lined with special material to negate the effects of any magic. She just hoped that, if there were any spells on this thing,that they were on the object itself. She threw the cloth over the pedestal, plucking the artefact from its place with her breath held, waiting for blaring magical alarms or some other security to take hold. She didn't stop moving, however, on autopilot she wrapped the item fully in the cloth and stuffed it into her pack, slinging it over her shoulders as she moved towards the window almost in one movement.

[niran]

Niran chuckled silently as he observed the thief deftly avoiding the first trap. Clearly, this was not the first time that the woman had stolen from a wizard, and had been clever enough to prepare for the most obvious eventualities. Adjusting his expectations of what he was facing, Niran waited to see if she would trip the snare that followed.

This one was both magical and mechanical in nature-- a false stone in the floor, spelled so as to appear utterly unremarkable, but when stepped on, would ensnare an intruder in an old-fashioned but mystically reinforced rope trap, ending with them dangling upside-down from the ceiling.

It was, for all its hokey charm, one of the wizard's favorite traps.

[havinalark]

As Lark had not stumbled across any traps on the way in, she wasn't expecting anything on the way out, especially since she was moving quickly to avoid any alarms, so a slight misstep in her route back to the window and suddenly her world flipped upside down.

Her hood had fallen when she flipped, allowing her red curls to fall from where they had been tucked within her scarf, and the shapeless tunic she wore to help leave witnesses uncertain of her gender was bunched around her waist, revealing the leggings that clung to her slender legs and the curve of her hips.

Growling at herself for falling into the trap, she swung her body upwards, folding herself double with remarkable ease, one hand holding the rope and the other investigating where it wrapped around her ankles, searching for a way to untie it.

[niran]

Niran smiled to himself, reminded in that moment of the truth in the idea that sometimes, the simplest solutions were the best. But then, this wasn't an entirely simple solution, since the spells that were laced through the ropes made them impervious to either blade or nimble fingers, as the wizard's guest was surely discovering. His eyes moved over the woman's body, rendered more visible by her predicament. Despite the clothes that would have normally hidden her lovely figure, Niran got a fine look at her, enjoying the view.

Finally, he stepped into the light from the shadows that had obscured him from her view. "There's no use trying to get free, my dear. You don't think I'd use ordinary ropes on someone of your... storied reputation, do you? To have gotten this far into my castle, and so very close to getting away-- you must be the one they call Lark, then?"

Niran moved forward, gesturing in the air and making the trap reel the woman upwards until her face was level with his. "It's too bad no one has ever seen your face. You're a lovely one, aren't you?"

[havinalark]

At the sound of a voice, Lark dropped back down to get a good look at who was speaking, it might be upside down but she could still see him clearer. She scowled at his words - so, he'd been expecting her enough to make traps that he knew would work, or at least had taken precautions, and he knew who she was. She could attempt one of her usual tricks, pretend she didn't know what he was talking about or that she was just a serving girl or had gotten lost, but something told her it wouldn't be a very effective cover in this particular situation.

She appreciated coming face to face with him, even if it was still upside down, but her expression was unimpressed.

"So what do you want?" she said bluntly, ignoring his compliment "The name of who hired me? Or just your item back? I'll stroll out of your life and cross you off the books, never come back here again."

[niran]

"Right to the point," Niran replied. "That's very good. I appreciate your not forcing me to play out some stupid excuse." As the wizard moved closer, his gaze was unmistakably moving over Lark's body, appreciating her far more as a woman than as a potential threat.

He shook his head at the attempt to bluster her way out of her predicament. "I'm afraid, dear Lark, that it won't be anything so simple. After all, the fact that you were able to get into my castle in the first place, let alone being just a step or two away from escaping means that you're far too dangerous for me to let go now. However, I will take my artifact back, if you please."

Niran held out his hand, waiting for the woman to return his property. Part of him did actually hope she wouldn't, and he'd be forced to convince her.

[havinalark]

She crossed her arms over her chest, just as much a protective gesture than an annoyed one, as if trying to hide herself from his gaze. She wasn't used to people looking at her like that, and combining it with her currently helpless position made her particularly uncomfortable.

"I told you, I won't return here again, and I'm unlikely to let anybody else know how I did it, giving away my secrets is bad for business." she returned, her voice firm, it obviously wasn't the first time she'd attempted to bargain her way out of such a situation, however rare it was that she got caught. At the request, she shook her head "I'm not giving you back one of my only bargaining chips without some sort of deal, I'm not that foolish."

[niran]

Niran sighed, sounding disappointed. "I was giving you the opportunity to show a little good faith, my dear, but since you're going to be obstinate about it, your fate has just gotten a bit more dire."

The wizard stepped away, out of Lark's view and into the shadows of the chamber. When he returned, Niran was holding a circlet of polished metal, which he-- not without some difficulty-- managed to affix around the lovely woman's neck.

"There," Niran said, crossing his own arms. "You should be much more agreeable soon enough. In fact, little bird, I'm sure you're already starting to feel quite warm and relaxed already, aren't you?"

[havinalark]

"More dire?" she spat, rolling her eyes. Right now she failed to see how.

As soon as he stepped away, she swung herself back up to the ropes, trying despite his words to see if she could undo them - it meant she didn't see him coming for her neck with the circlet, and though she tried to fight him, there was only so much she could do whilst dangling upside down by her feet, and he managed to get it affixed.

"What is this?" she snapped, reaching for the circlet and feeling for a way to remove it. She was unable to even find a catch, let alone open it.

"I don't-" she frowned "I don't know what you're talking about." she tried, her voice a lot softer, hands dropping from the circlet. She did feel more relaxed, she knew she should be trying to struggle but she couldn't quite summon up the will.

[niran]

"To answer your question," Niran drawled, "it's an object imbued with very powerful magic, much like that artifact you refuse to return. This circlet, though, isn't so much an artifact as it is one of my most favorite toys. Right now, its power is seeping directly into your body, turning up the sensitivity of your nerves, stimulating your senses of pleasure, and raising your need for physical satisfaction while lowering your inhibitions and your will."

The wizard moved closer to Lark, until his mouth was a breath away from hers. "In other words, little bird, you're slowly becoming my plaything, and will be begging me to use you for my pleasure." Niran moved forward and crushed his mouth against Lark's, testing how far and how quickly the magic had affected her after her first brief exposure.

[havinalark]

Her eyes widened in horror as his explanation continued, was it her imagination or was it already happening? It felt like a tingling throughout her body, the slightest move causing the fabric of her clothes to brush against her sensitive skin. No, it couldn't be, she must be imagining it...

He was close enough to grab, to attack or shove away but she couldn't bring herself to move, almost paralysed by the whisper of his breath against her lips, a desire beginning to burn within her.

"No-" she began weakly, her words cut off by the sudden press of his lips against hers. Her lips had already begun moving against his automatically before she summoned up enough willpower to push herself away from him.

"I'll not beg you for anything." She asserted, though her breathing was ragged and her words didn't have the emphasis she intended, and the hands that had reached to push him away were fisted in his clothes, just as much clinging to him as keeping him at a distance.

[niran]

The rise in Lark's arousal was palpable. Niran himself had played around with a milder version of the enchantment before, as a kind of recreational drug to make a few of his trysts more interesting, so he had an inkling of what the woman was going through, and it delighted him to watch the realization move across the thief's expression.

When Niran kissed her, he laughed silently as Lark's mouth responded instinctually to return it before tearing herself away. The deft, skilled fingers that clutched his robes were strong, and decidedly not pushing him back. "You'll beg me for everything, little bird. That is, you will beg me to do everything that I wish, as soon, satisfying me will become your only desire."

"Aren't your clothes far too tight now, too constricting? And don't they scrape across your skin, making you flare with heat whenever they brush over your flesh... across your nipples... between your thighs?"

[havinalark]

She prised her fingers out of his robes, obviously fighting to deny him again, but unable to force the words out.

At his suggestion, she began to frown, wriggling uncomfortably despite herself.

"No." she managed to get out "What are you-" as she spoke, her arms moved, dragging the fabric of her tunic across her breasts. She could feel her nipples harden in response, and the added heat pooling between her legs made her wriggle in frustration - which of course only made it worse.

Overtaken by the sensations too much to think straight, she tugged hurriedly at her tunic, shoving it down over her head and allowing it to drop onto the floor beneath her. She reached up to push her leggings as far as she could, until they were bunched around her ankles, leaving the rest of her naked. Once the friction from her clothing had been relieved, she had enough presence of mind to realise what she'd done, and she glared at him, trying to cover herself with her arms.

[niran]

The wizard stepped back to give the woman room to work at her clothes with the franticness that had just set in. Niran watched with a bemused smile as Lark stripped herself as bare as her position would allow, the artifact clanging on the ground, forgotten in her haste to rid herself of the unwanted stimulation.

As his eyes roamed over her body, there was no way that Lark could mistake the lascivious and hungry fire in Niran's gaze. She was a beautiful woman, and his mind was already turning with all the things he would soon be doing to her.

"Mmmmmm, I see that thieving keeps one quite fit. You really are lovely," Niran mused. "Although I think putting your hands where they are might not have been the best idea, little bird. After all, if your clothes were arousing you enough to take them off, then what would your hands do? Surely they couldn't resist playing with your breasts-- nipples aching for a touch as they are. And oh, aren't you just desperate to have your fingers between your legs...?"

[havinalark]

She wanted to resist him, to deny his words, but it was getting harder to even figure out why she was trying to resist. He was complimenting her after all, wasn't he? He thought she was beautiful... And he was right, how could she deny him when the brush of her arm against her nipples made them ache for stimulation, made her hand automatically drift back, fingers brushing circles around the already hardened nub.

A similar ache was building quickly between her legs, and though she tried pressing her thighs together to relieve the need it was quickly insufficient. The urge became too much and she thrust her hand between her thighs to provide the much needed pressure.

" Please... stop..." She whimpered

[niran]

Niran could almost hear the woman's resistance crumbling before the power of his magics. He'd been planning on sending a message to his usual contacts to procure some company for him in the coming days, but this audacious, pretty little thief was going to prove far more entertaining than any hired trollop.

"Stop? Me?" he asked with mock surprise. "Why, little bird, I'm not doing anything right now. It's not my hands that are stroking your sex, not my body that's aflame with need. But I could be the one who could satisfy you. Because no matter how deft and how quick those fingers are, they're only making the burn worse, aren't they? Only making you hunger for true satisfaction... the kind you know you can only get from me."

With a gesture, the enchanted ropes slowly lowered Lark to the floor, gently enough to let her come to rest without harm.

[havinalark]

The stimulation from her hands was mounting, getting close to the edge, and she was almost ready to orgasm - until his words wormed there way into her mind and body and made their little changes, and then she was held there, almost but not quite making it, no matter how skillfully she manipulated her normally talented fingers.

It was frustrating enough that she barely noticed being lowered to the floor, only finding the surface under her back easier to writhe around on as she desperately searched for the right spot to finally reach her peak. She turned her gaze to him, eyes pleading. He would have the answer, he could take her where she needed to be.

"Please... I need..." she flushed slightly, not wanting to say the words, it was strange enough to behave so lewdly in front of someone else, let alone say such wanton things "I need you..."

[niran]

[OOC: I am so sorry for the delay in this tag. Basically, my brain decided to more or less shut down anything creative for a while, and I'm just now starting to climb out of that hole. I know it's been a while, and if you'd rather pass on continuing, I totally understand.]

The sorcerer found himself thoroughly enjoying the show that Lark was unwillingly putting on for him, twisting sensually on the ground, her remaining clothes slowly working their way off with each move of her body, her hands frantically at work between her thighs. Niran decided that in the future, he'd have Lark pleasure herself for him more often. But for now, keeping her frustrated and desperate was much more important.

He could hear that rising need in Lark's words as she finally started to succumb. "Need me to do what, little bird? I'm afraid you're going to have to make it clearer than that. And you'd better hurry, as I'm sure that ache between your legs is only getting worse and worse."

Niran took a long step back. "Crawl here on your hands and knees and beg for what you need, thief."

[havinalark]

[ooc: no problem! Long waits are fine for me I'm happy to continue :) ]

Lark squirmed desperately against her fingers, wanting to badly to bring herself to orgasm so she didn't have to submit to his demands, but every word out of his mouth just manipulated her further, just made the need build and become almost unbearable, so much so that she found herself rolling onto her hands and knees without even thinking about it. She felt like a pet dog, sitting up for her owner and begging for a treat, it was humiliating and she wanted to badly to resist it but she couldn't concentrate with that burning ache between her legs and he was the only one who could relieve it for her.

She crawled towards him, sitting back on her knees when she reached him so she could look up as she spoke, though once she'd stilled her hand strayed unconsciously back between her thighs, sliding through the soaking wetness and teasing herself almost mercilessly, it was nearly agonising how close she was without ever being able to tip herself over the edge.

"Please, please I need you to satisfy me, I need you to... to..." she was still struggling with the words, not wanting to be so vulgar "I need you to make me cum, please," she finally managed, her tone somewhat awkward, but dripping with desperation.

[niran]

[OOC: Thanks :) ]

Perhaps it was just a trick of the woman's natural grace and not a deliberate act, but Lark made quite the sensuous show of crawling towards Niran, and the sorcerer watched every movement of her body with great attention. He also noted the way she knelt for him once she'd reached him, a submissive pose he hadn't instructed her to take.

Niran's gaze followed her hands as Lark resumed stroking herself in vain. When she spoke, he nodded.

"Not bad for a first time begging," he told her, "as it's clear you've never done such a thing before. Rest assured you'll get plenty of practice in the future. But for now, since you've done as you were told, you should be rewarded."

Niran crouched down. "Lucky for you, not only am I the only one who can make you or allow you to cum, little bird, I can do so with just a single touch, if I want. Like so--" He tugged Lark's hands away from her sex and ran a single finger along her slit, pouring a spell into the touch that should act like a match to a wick.

[havinalark]

The idea that she'd be begging more in the future horrified her, but at the same time it only seemed to turn her on more. Was that influence, or something about herself that she'd never realised before? Kneeling in front of him being completely at his mercy certainly wasn't putting any kind of dampener on her arousal, in fact it only seemed to heighten it, but the influence of the circlet was so insidious that she couldn't even begin to tell where her thoughts ended and its manipulations began.

She wasn't sure what he was going to do, but she couldn't resist the pull of his hands any more than she could have resisted the need to breathe, it was like he'd rewired her instincts to do whatever he wanted. She removed her own hands to allow him access, and she wasn't disappointed. The touch of his finger was light, simple, barely erotic at all, but somehow it was exactly what she needed in that moment, and her orgasm washed over her with such force that she almost saw stars. She threw her head back, gasping and moaning at the waves of pleasure. As the orgasm subsided, she slumped slightly, her breathing heavy.

"How did you do that..." she mumbled, unsure whether she was asking how he had controlled her so effortlessly or how he had given her such a mind-blowing orgasm with just a single touch.

[niran]

Niran smiled smugly. "I'm a sorcerer, little bird. I can do anything I want. And more importantly, I can do anything to you that I want."

And from all the man could see, that statement had never been so true. He'd used these magics many times before, but for whatever reasons, Lark was being affected by them more quickly and more deeply than he'd ever seen. Determining why was an exercise for later, though, when he was finished with her for a while. At the moment, his focus was on the young woman and pleasing himself.

"You were quite beautiful coming for me, you know." His power, Niran knew, made compliments and assurances like that feel wonderful to her, and she would come to crave his approval and satisfaction. "And now that I've allowed you to have that pleasure, it's time for you to thank me in kind. Do you know how to use your mouth on a man?" Niran asked, standing directly in front of his kneeling plaything.

[havinalark]

The words gave her with a sense of dread, but she couldn't do anything to fight it. She felt trapped in her own head almost, as if she was watching herself bow to his wishes. Even his praise came with a flood of delight that she hadn't expected. Was he manipulating her very thoughts and feelings or was that actually pleasure on her part? What negative emotions she managed to draw up felt far away, as though she were cut off from truly feeling them, and her few lucid thoughts were snatched from the fog, difficult to hold onto.

She looked up at him with an adoring, grateful gaze that made that sane part of her feel nauseous, wondering what he was going to ask her to do next. When the question came (and it was truly a command, she knew that) she fought the urge to answer it truthfully, but found the words coming out unbidden, eager and sesnuous.

"I have never done so before... but I know the theory." One of her friends back home had been a courtesan, and Lark had listened with fascination at some of the stories she had to tell.

[niran]

It was one of the more insidious threads that Niran had woven into the circlet's enchantments. His words and his presence would hold complete sway over the subject's will, would bend their thoughts how he wished, but stopped short of completely wiping out it's victim's self. No matter how far gone she got, no matter how much Lark succumbed to the sorcerer's whims, a corner of her mind would always know that she was being used and twisted to Niran's pleasure, though never with enough will to fight it.

After all, what good was it to Niran to win if she had no idea she'd lost?

Niran nodded at the response. "Then it's time to gain some practical experience." He positioned himself directly before her, untying the knot of his sash, letting his robe fall open. Reaching into the folds of his trousers, Niran drew his cock through a hidden slit in the front of the fabric, holding in an inch from Lark's mouth. "Now let us see what you think you know."

[havinalark]

For a moment, Lark's mind was in complete agreement, staring at the suddenly revealed shaft in front of her. It was the first time she'd ever seen one in person. Up close, anyway, she'd seen them out of the corner of her eye when somebody was changing or urinating, but that didn't really count. She'd seen crude drawings scrawled on walls but they didn't look anything like the real thing.

Then the lucid part of her mind wanted to back away, didn't want to be enthralled by this... thing in front of her, didn't want to keep looking - but the rest of her? The rest of her thought it was the most beautiful, powerful thing she'd ever seen. It was a part of Niran and she was made to obey it, to please it however she could, the circlet's charms working their way into the very essence of her being, erasing all other desires other than the need to obey.

She leaned forward, placing a reverent kiss on the head before leaning in a little further to lick a long stripe from base to tip. A few more licks and then she slipped the head of the shaft into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked slightly, then she began to work her mouth a little further down, drawing back and then moving forward again, beginning to pick up a rhythm, and taking him a little deeper each time.

[niran]

The collision of thoughts within Lark's mind was almost palpable. Niran waited and watched as the magic won again, even more quickly and easily than before, the young thief suddenly focused on nothing but satisfying and pleasing the whims of the man who had begun to remake her into his plaything. Her curiosity as she gazed at his cock sparked a question in the sorcerer's mind. "So tell me, Lark, how much experience do you have, hmm? I'm sure a lovely little bird like you has had many interested."

Niran let out a sigh as Lark's full lips pressed against his heated, throbbing length. He watched as she proceeded to minister to him, licking at him first, before boldly drawing the tip into her mouth. The sound turned to a groan from the sorcerer as she continued her efforts, now sucking him off in earnest.

"My goodness," he chuckled. "Wherever you picked up your theoretical knowledge must have been an excellent source. Or are you simply that naturally talented, little bird? Have you simply been waiting for the right man to put you in your place?"

[havinalark]

She was torn, for a moment, between answering his questions and continuing her first task, but eventually she found a way to manage both. Drawing her lips back, she answered him with her mouth still held close to his cock, so her lips brushed against him with every word.

"I don't have any experience at all with this sort of thing," she admitted, a little nervously - though she found that she was more nervous that he would think her not capable of pleasing him, which horrified that part of her still able to think straight "I was always too... independent to interest most men." some had made lewd comments or advances towards her of course, and those had been brushed away, and the type of people she spent most of her time with... a sweeter advance was almost never on the cards, those kind of men liked pretty milkmaids and farmers' daughters and other sweet, innocent girls. Not Lark, with her no-nonsense manner and her disappearing at all hours and her wicked tongue, they all assumed she was already spoiled.

"My friend, she worked in a brothel... she told me many things...." she answered, it had been another reason so few men showed romantic interest in her, they assumed she was a whore too.

Questions answered, she quickly returned to her task, sliding her lips back down onto his cock and once more picking up her pace.

[niran]

The sorcerer nodded as Lark told her tale, lips moving against the tip of his cock so as to continue her pleasuring of him while still responding to his query. Still a clever one, Niran mused. If he was careful, he could take plenty of advantage of that. He could easily imagine that such an independent and confident woman would be off-putting to the kind of provincial fools she encountered in these small cities and villages. Niran himself wasn't deterred by such things, but then again, he clearly had all he needed to render even the most stubborn female a desperate pleasure slave.

"I see," he replied. "Well, we're certainly on the road to correcting that now, aren't we? Kneeling naked on my floor, still dripping from your orgasm and now eagerly sucking my cock. No more real independence for you, little bird. Now you're mine and have no need to worry about being bereft of male companionship ever again."

Niran tilted his head to take in Lark's body again. "And I can imagine that's exciting you. Making you so happy to know you'll be kept and used, the very act of pleasing me stirring the fire in you again."

[havinalark]

It made perfect sense to her, regardless of how the back of her mind screamed against it, she was his now, and wasn't that so much better than the way it had been before? Nobody had wanted her back at home, not really, they wanted her for a night of fun, nothing more - and for some reason this was better than that. Despite always rebelling against those who wanted her for their pleasure, it pleased her to know that he did, to know that he wanted to keep her and use her as his own. She felt the arousal rise again just as he said it was, her hips shifting as though trying to find some friction, even as her focus was almost entirely on pleasing him.

Because pleasing him would pleasure her, it seemed so simple once her brain interpreted his words to give her body a new set of instructions, it turned her on to please to him, to be used by him, it made her happy.

[niran]

Niran felt the tremor of magic as his will took hold within Lark's body and became reality. Although she retained the uncertainty and hesitation that came from her inexperience, the young woman was quickly displaying the fervor that came from the arousal she now experienced from pleasuring him.

"Mmmm, yes, there it is. Just think of it-- surrender to me, obey me, and you'll experience a world of joy while I use you for my pleasure." The hand that had been petting and stroking Lark's head slid back, Niran's palm now able to hold her in place. Slowly, his hips began to rock, and soon the sorcerer had taken over, fucking the would-be thief's mouth with short strokes.

"And I can think of so many delightful ways to use you, little bird..."

[havinalark]

Lark remained calm and obedient when he took hold of her head, though she was still working at him as best she could until he took over, then all she could do was focus on not gagging as he thrust into her mouth.

Him taking control seemed to heighten her arousal somehow, it was something about being used, a toy for his pleasure to manipulate however he wished, it was thrilling. Her pulse raced and she could feel another orgasm building even without touching herself at all. She moaned around him, eager and wanton for his use.

[niran]

Niran luxuriated in the feel of Lark's mouth, warm and wet, around his shaft as he fucked her mouth. He kept from pressing too hard and too deep, at least for the moment. He'd teach the girl soon enough to swallow his cock, but for now, he was content to leave this as a first demonstration of just how powerful he was, and how completely he would own her.

He could feel through the vibrations made by the young woman's sounds of excitement and pleasure that Lark was enjoying being used exactly as the sorcerer had intended. Niran pulled his length out of her mouth and left it resting wetly against her cheek. "Now if you've never had a man in your mouth, have you had one between your legs yet, little bird?"

[havinalark]

As he continued her joy only mounted, knowing that he was enjoying her lips wrapped around him, getting pleasure from thrusting into her mouth, so much so that she was almost disappointed when he removed his shaft, feeling a strong desire to once again take it between her lips or to lay kisses on it while it rested against her cheek, but she was here for his pleasure, for him to use as he wanted, she would only do so if she was given the order.

"No," she answered the question promptly "I was waiting to fall in love before I gave over my maidenhead." at the back of her mind she railed against the question, knowing it was simply a prelude to taking her in such a manner himself, and knowing that all that waiting had been for nought.

[niran]

Niran felt a swell of satisfaction as he noted the disappointment written clearly on Lark's face as he slipped his cock free from her mouth. She desired nothing more than she did his pleasure and satisfaction with her, and to be denied a chance to be the instrument of it... Oh yes, she was progressing even more quickly and more deeply than the sorcerer could have hoped for.

The response to his question was actually a bit surprising. A fierce, independent spirit such as the thief he'd heard tell of did not sound like the sort prone to such a romantic notion. And yet, the proof was kneeling before him. The response drew a wicked smile from Niran.

"Should I make you love me, then? You are already bound to me, already see me as the sole source of any happiness or satisfaction you could have. Shall I entrap you that much as well? Does the idea horrify that small voice I'm allowing you to keep, that tiny, helpless sliver of your old self?"

Many apologies for the long wait

[havinalark]

Obvious confusion crossed Lark's features for a moment as she puzzled out his words, that part trapped at the back of her mind, unable to influence anything, was suddenly being brought to the forefont, and while she still felt unable to move or disobey or even to keep herself from wanting to take his cock back between her lips and bring him more pleasure, that part of her mind could at least influence what she was about to say.

"Yes, it does," she said softly, sickening herself that her tone was still adoring, desperate to please, hopeful and eager that she was giving the 'right' answer "It scares that part of me, it's already horrifying that I feel so very desperate to please you, but to love you as well, when I had always dreamed of such beautiful romance, that would be awful..." her expression became stricken as she worried that her words would displease him, and she hurried on "But that is only such a small part of me, I will do whatever it is you will, if your pleasure is for me to love you than I shall."

Not a problem at all

[niran]

The sorcerer's lips pursed in thought, amused by both of the choices before him. His spells had good, strong hold of Lark's mind and will, as evidenced by her inability to hide the truth from him even while also utterly incapable of disobedience. After a few long moments, Niran at last stroked the lovely thief's hair. "I think I'll spare you that degree of undoing, little bird, at least for the moment. Still, I will be using you for my pleasure and you will crave and adore every moment of it."

Niran raised his hand and snapped his fingers. A flash of light, and they were suddenly in what could only be the sorcerer's bedchambers, sumptuously appointed and dominated by a massive bed in the center of the room. "Lay down on the bed, my dear. Lay down, spread your legs for me and beg me to take you, to use you, to pleasure myself with your body..."

Re: Not a problem at all

[havinalark]

The majority of her was just pleased he was not unhappy with her response, and she pressed into the touch with a satisfied smile, glad of the reassurance. That small part of her still herself wasn't sure this could entirely be counted as a victory of any kind, she knew her body would still respond to her touch, that she would beg him to use and degrade her however he wanted, but she could take small comfort in this, couldn't she? As much as she could take comfort in anything right now.

The sudden change of location was disorienting, but it didn't stop her rushing eagerly over to the bed, ready to obey his every whim. She lay herself down, legs spread and fingers teasing at the edge of her sex, not quite playing with herself but almost, as if attempting to seduce him with her obvious arousal.

"Please... master," she breathed out the word. She didn't know how he would react to it, but that's what he was, wasn't he? Her master, she was his plaything, his to do with as he willed "please allow me to be used by you, I'm yours, yours entirely and I hope I can please you, that I can pleasure you, that your toy will be to your liking, please use me, take me, pleasure yourself however you wish, I need you, I need to be used by you, please..."

[niran]

Niran, naturally, knew very well what he'd chosen. Now, and for every moment forward, Lark would know that she still had one thing left that had not been taken from her. It would give her hope at the same time it would remain a threat-- that at any moment, the sorcerer who now possessed her body and will could conquer her heart as well without hesitation.

He smiled as the young woman bolted for the bed to obey his command as quickly and as thoroughly as she could. Niran nodded. "Ah, 'Master'. Yes, little bird, very good. 'Master' will do quite nicely." Striding across the room, he stood at the edge of the bed, directly in front of Lark as she offered herself so wantonly to him, her begging a symphony to his ears. "Oh, but you learn so well, so quickly, Lark. I like it. I am going to have so much fun with you."

Niran shifted into position, his cock in his hand, looming throbbing and huge just shy of the entrance of Lark's pussy. He began to rub the tip along her slit, coating himself with the wetness dripping freely from her before pressing it against the tight passage inside of her.

[havinalark]

A wash of pleasure and happiness spread over her as he approved of her use of the word master, even as that tiny part of her mind was sickened and horrified by it.

The touch of his cock against her lips spurred her on, and she found herself panting with need,almost wanting to push her hips down and impale herself on it - but this was not about her pleasure, this was about his, so she waited patiently - or rather, as patient as one could when you were still begging.

"Please master, take me, fuck me, use me, I'm yours, I'm-ah!" He finally started to press inside and her delight was obvious, fingers curling into the sheets below her, even the hint of pain from the tightness of her, the unfamiliarity of something inside her, even that was perfection in that moment.

"Thank you master," she heard herself saying, tone joyous and blissful.

[niran]

There were so many intoxicating tensions that Niran could sense running through Lark's body and mind. The overwhelming need to obey, to be used, to bring him pleasure-- they were all at war with the sliver of the thief's original psyche that he allowed to exist, forever aware of her manipulation but unable to undo it. And he could see the woman fighting the urge to drive his cock into her pussy immediately, held back by that same subservience.

The head of the sorcerer's cock pushed its way into her tight, overheated passage. At Lark's delighted thanks, he gave his new plaything a smile. "Always remember how generous your master can be, little bird. How much I can give you when you behave. Like now, I can take you as you've been begging me to."

With a shift of his weight, Niran speared her with his length, a single thrust filling her pussy completely with him, right down to the root. Only the slickness of the powerful arousal he'd commanded into Lark eased the way.

[havinalark]

"Oh yes master," Lark babbled, almost overwhelmed with bliss and desire "I am so grateful, please use your little bird as you wish, I will obey you always."

As he thrust his way completely inside her, the first man to ever do so, the hint of pain was almost completely overwhelmed by the joy of being used and taken just as she had begged for. Inside, she wanted to be able to close her eyes, to turn her head away and pretend this wasn't happening, but since so much of her was staring up at him in adoration, unable to look away, drawn to her master, she was forced to endure. She almost felt like two people, one of them just a passenger in her own mind, watching herself act like such a wanton, needy slut for him.

[niran]

"Very, very good," Niran said, sounding for all the world like a master praising his pet for performing a trick or fetching something for him. And his would-be thief was very much his pet, and he was very much her master. And he knew that his praise would bring her pleasure and bind her ever more tightly to him, because he'd made it so.

The sorcerer grunted as his cock filled Lark's pussy. She'd told him that somehow, she'd avoided taking or being taken, and so it was just that much more delightful to have her begging him for it now. She was hot and molten slick around his length, his efforts and his enchantments having guaranteed Niran would likely always find her in such a ready state. His hips began to rock, thrusting his rigid shaft into her tight passage. "Tell me how it feels, little bird. Tell me how your master's cock feels inside you, tell me how you feel that I've taken you?"

[havinalark]

Lark felt herself almost glow with pride at his praise, her pleasure and arousal enhanced even more than it already was.

As he began rocking, her hips moved up to meet every thrust, her breaths coming in quick pants in between a flurry of gasps and moans - until he asked her to speak, and then she was eager to tell him exactly how she felt. Or rather, exactly how most of her felt.

"Oh you feel so good master," she moaned, "Your cock feels so good inside me, so big and hard, it fills me in ways I never imagined, I feel so complete master, so full and content knowing I am bringing you pleasure, having you take me and use me as you want."

[niran]

No hesitation now, no reluctance, no sign of being anything less than absolutely sure that she was doing exactly as was right-- those were the things Niran saw as Lark hurriedly began to return the movements of his hips, quickly trying to find a rhythm that would cause her pussy to stroke his full length and take him as deep as she could.

Her words, sounding out between pants and moans, were wonderful music to the sorcerer's ears. "And you are complete now, my little bird, and you will crave this feeling of completion for as long as I own you. You will never feel right without having my cock filling and stretching one of your holes, just like now. Oh, you're being such a good slut for me, little bird. You were meant to be my plaything, and now at last you're complete."

[havinalark]

"Yes!" she cried out joyously, nearing another orgasm as she rocked against him "yes I am your slut! I was made for your cock! I crave it, I need it, yes" she was almost babbling now, the words coming like a mantra as she reiterated over and over that she was his to use, that she was desperate for him, the pitch of her words rising to almost a scream as she reached her peak once more, the pleasure crashing down on her - though her movements didn't slow, she was there for his pleasure, not her own, and she wouldn't stop trying to please him until he was completely satisfied.