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Enterion chapter 12, part 1/2 (f/f)
All right, folks, first of all, I'd like to apologize for such a long delay between Enterions. It seems that my writer's block and working on other pieces kept me away from this project. However, it's being worked on, and should be done in two weeks top. Also, it has proved to be so large that I believe it is best to post it in two parts. I'm going to post the first part here (more was written so far, but this is where I think first part should end). Then, I must apologize for this part not having much action in itself. The set-up for the tickling has proved to be quite long, but then again, the tickling itself will be long as well. However, that will come in second part.
Now, without further ado, I give you the beginning of Enterion's chapter 12. Hope you enjoy.
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Enterion, Chapter 12 (Part 1/2)
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“So, captain Mokoshima, thank you for your help”, the red-haired woman, who introduced herself as Morganna, smiled coquettishly, gently placing her hand so that it rested upon the samurai’s shoulder. “I feel so much safer knowing that this dangerous criminal will no longer be on the loose. You don’t know how afraid I was that she might hurt me.” The woman finished the last sentence with a slight ‘mmm’, which gave it a seductive, alluring overtone. Not that she needed to use any of her techniques on him: from the very beginning, Shino Mokoshima, captain of the Ninth Dragon Squad, fell for the woman. To him, everything about her was exotic: her hair, which fell down in many curved locks, free and unrestrained, all the way to the middle of her back, seemed like a sea of fire. Beautiful, majestic sea in which he would really love to immerse himself. And when the woman would move, those curves of her hair would sway lightly, almost melodically, completely synchronized with the smooth moves of the rest of her body: each and every step this woman took was carried out so it could invoke passion, each gesture seducing the onlooker. Like some ancient goddess of passion walking among men, Morganna ensnared the looks of captain and more than half of his men with her grace, beauty and fiery, sexy nature. It was just that everything about that woman, even the air around her, was charged with sexual energy.
Shino really envied that… Elerion was his name. That… elf… yes, that’s what they were called, general Sugoyata told him once… he was blessed with the company of such a beauty, day by day. And not just Morganna. There was another girl traveling with them, Mokoshima noticed. Her name seemed to be Aurora. Blonde, pale, her face shyly turned to the ground in front of herself; she seemed like a complete opposite of her traveling companion. While Morganna seemed like a live fire, burning with passion, Aurora seemed like an icon of an idolized saint or an angel brought to life. Illustration of pureness and innocence framed by a golden frame of her beautiful, straight hair, the shy beauty stood toe-to-toe with her seductive companion in looks. Both women had beautiful bodies, with full curves right where they should be, firm, flat valleys where one would wish them. Really, their bodies were marvels of divine architecture. Samurai captain knew plenty of people who would kill just to see such women smile at them. Hell, he was barely restraining himself from ordering his men to attack Elerion and taking the two beauties for himself and his troop. What kept him from issuing such an order was the fact that he would probably have to fight half of his troops later, when the question of who would go first would arise.
“Come on, Ayumi, get up”, Morganna’s voice returned Mokoshima from his thoughts, as her hand left his shoulder to pick up and pull on the rope tied around the captive’s neck, which made her obediently stand up from her kneeling position. Captain looked at her: Ayumi… the killer of lady Yui. According to the report the royal ninja sent, she was accompanied by two warriors, and the three of them managed to overpower the ninja leader's entourage. Scary, he thought, knowing that lady Yui was always accompanied by two kensai. The ninja managed to stop the trio somehow, though, and now these three adventurers have kept an eye out on Ayumi ever since, to make sure she doesn't get away. Not only that, but they managed to turn her into an obedient little slave in the meantime. He wandered what kind of grisly tortures they used on her, but then again, he didn't want to know. The truth was, of course, much more subtle and gentle than the captain imagined, but equally effective.
“Now, my little Ayumi”, Morganna said, planting a gentle, sensual kiss on the criminal’s lips, drawing many lustful looks from men in the unit. Ayumi returned the kiss, and for a few seconds, the two women engaged in the most sensual kiss Mokoshima has ever witnessed in his forty years of life. Then, when those precious few seconds of paradise ended, Morganna continued to speak in her usual, sensual voice: “… as much as I loved hanging out with you, we must part here. These guards will take you away now. I want you to come with them, like a good little girl you’ve become.”
Ayumi was crying.
“Mistress…” , she sniffed, “Mistress… please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”
“Aww… my dear Ayumi…”, Morganna said, kissing the girl on the cheeks, wiping her tears away, “… you have been a bad, bad little girl, and now you have to take your punishment.”
“B-but…”
“No buts, young lady…”, Morganna said strictly, her face suddenly a bit sharper. However, just a second later, she winked to Ayumi, hugging her tightly, her hand reaching for her behind. “…except this one, of course.”
Being that Morganna blocked his view, Mokoshima couldn’t really tell what she did to his countrywoman, but from the way Ayumi opened, then quickly shut her eyes and moaned, he could say it was something very, very erotic.
“Now, off you go”, the red-haired dominatrix continued, breaking the hug, taking Ayumi to Mokoshima, handing him the leash, then giving her slave a final, comforting kiss on the cheek. “I won’t worry… you’re my smart little girl… I’m sure you’ll manage somehow.”
“Speaking of managing”, the captain spoke, pulling on the leash, “you’d better watch out. There are whole armies headed for Yamamoto’s soil as we speak, and none of them are friendly. Also, lately, a band of maniacs have been roaming through the countryside. They arrived on a ship, slaughtered the whole crew, and have been ravaging the countryside ever since. Two villages have already been burned, and we have reasons to believe it’s them.”
Morganna looked surprised for a moment, but then she smiled: “Thank you for the warning, captain Mokoshima. We’ll certainly watch out for any suspicious people. After all…”, she smiled, the innocent look on her face sending electrical impulses into pants of Mokoshima and his men, “… I’m a good girl. My mom taught me not to talk to suspicious-looking strangers, or she will spank me… real hard.”
“All right, then. We’ll be leaving you now.” Shino Mokoshima turned to his men, shouting out the orders: “Men! We are moving out! Column formation, on the double!”
“Before you go, captain…”, Morganna’s velvet voice got all of his unit’s attention again. She was blowing a kiss into their direction, speaking in the most seductive manner he has ever heard anyone speak. “This is for a certain someone… they know who it is. Goodbye!”
Shino Mokoshima and his men saluted the trio, their formation finally formed, and then turned to the road.
“All right, men. Let’s move out!”
“All right, all right… what the hell is going on here?!”, Mokoshima stormed in between his warriors, who were having another quarrel. This time, they almost drew swords.
“It’s Kazuma, here”, one of the soldiers, Shinji, said. Tall and muscular, he towered above the rest of the unit, being six feet tall. If he had drawn his swords, it would certainly mean an all-out fight. “He said Morganna blew that kiss to him! That’s complete lie!”
“Yeah!”, another soldier, Kamishiro, interfered. “That kiss was meant for me!”
Immediately, four or five more soldiers intruded, claiming that kiss for themselves.
Oh, this was just great, the captain thought! This was the fifth argument since they parted with Morganna, which was about three hours ago. He was already getting pretty sick and tired of this. They were acting like kids.
“Come on, men, quit it!”, he shouted out, his voice rising above that of his men. “You’re soldiers, men, start acting like ones! Show some discipline!”
His men stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on him, filled with awe and respect. Seeing the opportunity, Shino pointed at Ayumi, his soldiers’ looks following it like hand of god. “Morganna blew the kiss to her! Or did you forget that she was handed out to us when Morganna said it?! Did you forget what happened right in front of our eyes?”
The men went silent. Even though what their captain said was almost as far away from the real truth as the soldiers’ dreams, this was the perfect way to cool their heads off, and a seemingly rational explanation to the beautiful woman’s behavior.
“All right, everyone settled down?”, the captain asked, angry. “No need for executions like there was last few times?”
Before, when he would have to settle men down like this, it happened that some of his men attacked either him or Ayumi, maddened, claiming they wanted the fiery goddess for themselves. Of course, such men were charged for disobedience and killed on spot, Mokoshima killing them where they stood. After all, captain knew more about swordplay than any of them will learn for the rest of their lives. And he was intent on following orders: bring Ayumi, killer of lady Yui, to the royal court so that she might be trialed for her crimes. Failing to bring her alive would certainly be harder to explain than explaining why a dozen of disobedient soldiers had to be put to their deaths. He wondered if Morganna would even send that kiss had she known how many deaths it would cause. Did she know that a kiss of a beautiful woman can sometimes be more potent a weapon than a sword? Well, no need to worry about it… this time the men seemed to have cooled down. The past examples served as a good teaching experience. The men were starting to apologize to him, and to one another, and the march went on.
Phew, this was close, Mokoshima thought, taking Ayumi’s leash and taking his place at the head of the marching column.
“Mmm… Aurora, that feels wonderful”, Morganna moaned, enjoying the feel of blonde’s tongue massaging her sole. “You’ve become quite good at it lately.”
“Thank you, mistress”, the seer replied, kissing her mistress’ big toe passionately, carefully since she didn’t want to tickle her; she learned all too well through the many sessions of orgasm-denial what it meant to tickle the red-hair during foot-worship sessions. “You taught me well, mistress.”
“And you learn so quickly, my little Aurora”, Morganna moaned yet again, the feeling of her slave sucking on her big toe so passionately and diligently sending small waves of pleasure through her whole body. She raised her head from the ground she was laying on, turning her face to her travelling companion, smiling: “You seem to be popular already, Elerion, when the guards are warning people of you.”
“Two burned villages and a dead crew…”, Elerion grunted, tending to his blades. “I’m just getting started.” He turned to Morganna. “You’re no better yourself… how many men have already died because of your kissing tactic?”
“Only the weak-minded ones”, Morganna smiled seductively, her eyes closing as Aurora’s tongue passed along the length of her curved, soft instep. The demon kin was lying on her stomach, her body resting on the ground. The only part not touching the soil were her forelegs, which were bent under right angle, so her feet pointed directly to the sky, allowing Aurora easier access to them. Of course, Morganna would also flex her toes and move her soles a bit, stretching them out and curling them at her whim, teasing her poor slave, who was finding these feet worshipping sessions more and more arousing. Morganna remembered when she first met Aurora: the very sight of demon kin's bare feet made her look away in disgust. Now, from time to time, she would ask Morganna to take her boots off so she can worship her feet. It was amazing what a little training could do, Morganna thought. "They choose to fight, hoping that my love would be wasted on one of them." The very sound of her voice was filled with disgust all over.
"One day, you will have to explain to me who is it you're sending those kisses to", the elf said, looking at his own reflection in his blade, removing a few stray black locks from his eyes.
"Ooh... curious?", the red-haired woman pouted, her pedicured, colorless toes spreading to allow her slave's tongue access to areas between them. She looked away into the distance. "Those kisses... are meant for the person that I'm in love with... the only person I will ever submit to willingly."
"Hmph!", Elerion grunted. "The only women I have ever needed are these two babies."
He patted his two swords, which were shining on the warm midday sun. Pathetic, Morganna thought, smiling at him: "Watch out for their kiss... it's not nearly as pleasant as...", she lazily pointed at Aurora with her hand, "... this."
"No, but let me at her, and I'll show you what a masterpiece I can make out of her."
Sick piece of shit, Morganna thought, feeling Aurora stop her licking out of fear. Continuing to smile, she sighed, taking her boots back on, giving her slave-girl the sign to come to her, stroking her hair, turning to Elerion.
"We already discussed this", she told him, masking the disgust she felt towards her travelling companion behind a smile. "She is my slave... you got those two villages and, from what I hear, one more is nearby. If you want to, Aurora and I can wait for you to burn that village and kill everyone inside, while the two of us have some... fun." Then, she turned to the blonde, planting a motherly kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, Aurora, he won't hurt you. There... there... don't be afraid. Your mistress is looking out for you." Aurora looked up, the fear in her eyes clearing out after meeting Morganna's soothing smile.
“Thank you, mistress”, the blonde laid her head on Morganna’s shoulder, enjoying the redhead’s gentle touch.
Morganna’s eyes turned back to the elf. “Besides, you had your fun with Aszhara and Eliza… you were pretty merciless with them.”
“I was not… I let them end the other’s life peacefully.”
Only after slicing them up for thirty minutes, you sick fuck, Morganna thought, forcing herself to keep smiling. Before he was through with them, they were begging to be killed, massacred beyond recognition. Even Morganna almost threw up her lunch when she saw them… luckily, she managed to prevent Aurora from seeing it. The blonde would certainly be crushed by the scene, which would mean less than satisfying performance in bed. And when she wasn’t satisfied, Morganna tended to have bad temper. That wouldn’t be good at all.
Thinking back on the events that occurred since she met up with Elerion, the red-haired woman could definitely agree that he was serving his purpose: she was able to hide in his shadow, concealing her true powers, staying out of harm’s way and stopping the stories of mighty sorceress Morganna that began spreading through the lands, making her easier to detect. However, his appetite for mindless killing, caring for nothing else but that, really sickened her. She pretended she was all right with it, concealing her hatred for her companion, knowing how she couldn’t let herself get too exposed. No… until she achieves what she wants, which would be capturing the Planar Child and conquest of all of Enterion, she couldn’t allow herself to be detected by her. Back then, she left because she wanted to see the world before finally settling down. Now, it would only be appropriate to give the world as a gift to the only person she ever loved, finally binding herself to her for all of eternity. Oh, yes, that would be the day. But, before that…
“Well, I’m off to kill, then”, Elerion shouted over the shoulder. “You and Aurora stay here and wait for me.”
“All right… we’ll wait here, like good girls”, Morganna smiled lasciviously, turning back to her slave-girl, her hands entering the blonde’s robes, playing with seeress’ body. The elf grunted and left them alone, not really caring for anything but releasing some more stress through slaughter. Morganna waited until he was out of sight before starting to nibble on her slave’s ear.
“Now, my little Aurora, would you want to hear the story of who I’m blowing all those kisses to?”, she whispered.
Aurora let out a few moans due to her mistress’ mouth-skills. She placed her hand on Morganna’s chest and gave her an innocent look: “Of course, mistress.”
“Well, you see, it all started under a cherry tree…”, Morganna stopped her story-telling as she felt Aurora’s hand slide down her legs, to her boot, starting to remove it. She smiled, showing her beautiful, white teeth. “Of course… that will certainly sweeten the story up.”
Her now bare toes wiggled, enjoying the kiss of the wind for a brief time, before entering Aurora’s mouth again. Then, Morganna’s tale continued…
“Sir! Scout Renji Hirohito reporting, sir!” One of captain Mokoshima’s men saluted him, waiting for his superior officer’s permission to speak.
“You may speak”, the man in question replied informally, hiding his curiosity. The scout returned rather quickly.
“Sir… about ten minutes walk to the north-east I have spotted a fully blossomed cherry tree, and a woman sitting next to it, leaning on it!” The scout was obviously very disturbed by the fact. As well as he should be… was this some kind of a joke?
“Are you sure you saw it?”, Mokoshima tried to check. “The cherries have bloomed months ago. The flowers are no more. And what is it you say about a woman being there, all alone?”
“Yes, sir… the tree was there, full of flowers, just as real as you are standing here.”
Hmm… the scout sounded pretty convinced, Shino thought. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman under the tree had something to do with it. However, what was he supposed to do now? This clearly required an investigation, since an anomaly of this sort could very easily mean a presence of magic. And a magic user could easily cause great ruin to the countryside if left unchecked. Also, the woman could also be a demon or some other creature in disguise, so it was their duty as protectors of Yamamoto to investigate the level of threat. However, they also had a mission: to escort Ayumi to Totara, where she was to be interrogated, trialed and executed. Loss of too many men could jeopardize that mission. If thought of from that angle, they shouldn’t investigate.
Shino Mokoshima stood silent for a couple of seconds. He was unsure of what to do: to investigate or not. Taking all arguments into consideration, he thought that maybe it would be wiser not having a dangerous magic user at their heels. If that woman… or whatever it was, was really dangerous, it would be best confronting her… or it… on their own grounds, and before he looses any more men to those pointless fights about their red-haired goddess of wet dreams.
He raised his fist and gave his men new orders: “Men! Gather up and listen! We are going to investigate a potential threat our scout here just spotted. Everyone, be on your guard. Swordsmen in the front, archers in the back. Line formation. Let’s go.”
And so, after about ten minutes of solid march, the troop came to observe the exact thing the scout reported: a great, majestic cherry tree, probably more than a hundred years old, its many branches spreading out wide, untamed by man’s hand. Shino didn’t remember this tree being there when they were going to pick Ayumi up, and he was pretty sure they passed this way, searching for the exact place that Royal ninja specified. This tree, even though so beautiful, somehow felt… wrong. Unnatural. It felt like magic, not water, was flowing through its veins, like magic, not its strong bark, was protecting it from harm. And, what was weirdest, as they approached it, the tree seemed to… react somehow. As if it was greeting them. And the woman leaning on it… what was she?
It took them about a minute or two more before they could clearly see the woman taking rest under the tree which greeted them with happy chirping of birds which appeared on its branches, later joined in by a small chorus of crickets. What they saw left them standing in awe: the woman under the tree was an elf. Tall, slim and elegant, her figure was wrapped in a dress of finest white silk, hugging her body tightly on the torso, accenting her flat stomach, full, big breasts, elegant, rounded ass, and her slim thighs, expanding at her arms and lower parts of the legs, edges hanging loosely, hiding her fists all the way up to her fingernails, which shined like stars in the night sky, colored in silver nail-polish. Her medium-sized, relatively high-arched elegant, pale feet were not adorned with a nail polish, but the white sandals with ties that reached into the domain covered by dress gave off almost a silvery glow, whiter even than her pale skin. Now that they were so close, they could even see her face, adorned by two bright blue eyes and small, elegant full lips which just begged to be kissed, colored just a shade darker than her skin so that they don’t disturb the harmony of her still face. Coupled with a small, a bit pointed nose and framed by hair which shined like gold even in shade, this woman’s face looked like a small ivory island, surrounded by a huge, golden river. And in the middle of it shone two crystal-clear, mystical lakes, radiating magical power. This woman… she was a manifestation of nature itself, Shino could see it now. And at the moment, she was displaying Mother’s gentle, calm side, it seemed, since she calmly smiled as they came to her. She didn’t get up yet, and only now did Shino realize a long object wrapped in white silk was resting at her side. Probably a sword, he guessed, making sure his hand was gripping his one, just in case she tries something funny.
“Good day, lady and gentlemen”, the woman greeted them, her smile revealing two rows of crystal-white teeth.
“Good day to you as well”, Shino tried to be as courteous as he could. “I am Shino Mokoshima, captain of the Ninth Dragon squad. And who would you be?”
“My name is…”, the woman started slowly, sighing, “… not important. Tell me, captain Shino Mokoshima, who is this girl, and what is she doing in your honorable unit?”
Hearing this, Shino was a bit taken aback. Not revealing her name was very rude, in his opinion, but he heard something about those elves not parting with their names lightly, so he guessed she could be pardoned. But why was she so interested in Ayumi.
“She is a criminal, about to be taken to execution”, he replied calmly.
“I see…”, the woman was silent for a few seconds, and then she gave the captain a look: “Captain, I suppose you met a woman named Morganna on your way here?”
“What if we did?” Shino didn’t like this. How did she know it? And why this interest in Ayumi and Morganna? It didn’t make any sense.
“Yes… her aura can be felt even in you, captain, though it is faint”, the woman thought out loud, not even listening to him, referring to him, but speaking more to herself. This girl seems to have spent a lot more time with her, though. Would you mind if I questioned her a bit?”
“Unfortunately, yes, I would”, samurai gripped his sword, still not taking it out, but ready to do so at any given moment. “My orders are to escort her to the royal palace, where she will be trialed for several murders.”
“I see…”, the woman started getting up, her voice as calm as before. The smile on her face didn’t fade as she spoke her next words: “So, it seems that we both need the girl, and I doubt any of us will let her go peacefully?”
“So it seems”, Mokoshima said, taking out his sword. His men quickly followed, swordsmen readying their swords and archers loading their bows. The woman calmly took the object in white silk, its cover removing itself on its own, wind blowing it away on the tree’s lowest branches. As Shino expected, it was a sword, long and beautifully crafted, with one-sided blade and a big blue jewel instead of guard. The jewel, deep and calm at first, like depths of the ocean on a calm day, suddenly started shifting its color, mixing in with white, like sea’s surface during storm, with strong, wild waves foaming up its surface. Her dress was now starting to darken a bit, a snowy plain during an avalanche, the golden threads of her hair now getting a bit orange mixed in, depicting a forest fire.
“So, let it be, then”, the woman’s voice was distant and timeless, wild and thundering, like a storm. “I, Daliana Fenaviel, will destroy anyone who stands in my way!”
“Men… attack!” Shino Mokoshima, captain of Ninth Dragon squad ordered, leading the charge…
What the hell is Elerion doing for so long, a thought crossed Morganna’s mind as she slowly raked her long fingernails on Aurora’s sides. He should have been here long ago. After all, it was only one small village. One spell could have done the trick. Of course, with Elerion being too dumb to cast even a single cantrip, simplest of spells, that was out of the option, but she doubted anyone in that village would have power to stop him. For all he was worth, that psychotic prick could wield those two blades of his with some skill. Oh well, at least Aurora was here, so she could have some fun while waiting.
The enslaved blonde was tied to a tree, facing it, with her hands tied so she was hugging it tightly, thus offering Morganna free access to her armpits, as well as her sides, waist and ass. Her legs were immobilized at the knees with ropes, which were then tied around four bolts, two per knee, thus forcing Aurora into kneeling position. However, knowing how uncomfortable this position could be, and that discomfort would surely kill Aurora’s sexual arousal, Morganna placed their bedrolls between Aurora and the tree, and between her knees and the ground. This way, the discomfort was reduced to a minimum, and Aurora could fully enjoy Morganna’s light, erotic tickling touches. Of course, being that they were outdoors and Morganna didn’t want Aurora’s laughter to attract unwanted visitors, the seer was gagged with the redhead’s scarf, which was bound around her mouth.
“Damn, Aurora, you’re almost humping the tree”, Morganna commented, seeing the ecstatic look on her slave’s face. That prediction wasn’t so far from the truth, since the tickled girl was kept on the edge of orgasm for about an hour now, Morganna using slow erotic tickling strokes to light up all the fires in Aurora, only to deny her the final burst in final seconds, letting her calm down just a bit, then repeating the cycle over and over. The mistress’ hands slowly and gently spider-walked down the pale waist that was so helplessly offered to them, tracing its lines downwards, on the smooth road to blonde’s buttocks. Taking their sweet time causing Aurora to buck in her bonds, Morganna’s elegant fingers finally reached their first stop, starting to happily abuse the fact that Aurora’s beautiful, pale buttocks were ticklish. Indeed, when Morganna found out that Aurora was ticklish all over, she was surprised: usually, people who said they were ticklish all over usually meant to say that they have loads of places they were ticklish on. When one said so for Aurora, it meant that there was indeed no place on her body that wouldn’t react to a finger’s scratch without trying to move away, thus letting Morganna exploit some of the more exotic tickling locations.
“My, my, Aurora, as soon as I started tickling you here, you almost came”, Morganna noted, observing her ticklee’s reaction to the fingers that were ever-so-lightly dancing at the place where her ass met her legs, slowly going upwards along the beautiful, round, firm buttocks that were laid out just above, all the way to the top. Then, when they would arrive at the top, to where the blonde’s back began, they would slowly start coming down, tickling everything they found along the way in a light, teasingly erotic manner which soundly kept the tied beauty on that sweet, dreadful edge of orgasm.
“Mmmphhhh!!!”, Aurora screamed out behind her gag, desperate to find a way to appease her master, to bring herself to such grace that she would be sent to stars and back. She started frantically rubbing herself against the soft cushion that separated her womanhood from the tree’s rough bark in a delusive hope that she might, by some miracle, pass the border Morganna brought her to and finally achieve orgasm.
“Ooh! Aurora! You bad, bad girl!”, Morganna exclaimed, a teasing smirk on her face. The look that she got in return from the blonde told her exactly what she wanted to hear: Aurora was desperate for an orgasm. No… she was now beyond the point of despair. At this time, she was prepared to give everything and do anything just for those few moments of overwhelming pleasure her master was so skilled in delivering. Of course, hell would freeze sooner than Morganna would allow Aurora to orgasm so fast, before enjoying her desperate look for some time.
“You know, it’s such a shame your little fingers can’t touch your cute pussy, isn’t it?”, Morganna teased her slave, her fingers switching to lightly playing along the area between the blonde’s asshole and pussy. It worked wonders on Aurora, who started bucking and screaming behind her gag, really starting to hump the tree. A big stain was quickly spreading on the bedroll, showing just how close the woman was to the big bang. And Morganna was adding fuel to the fire, gently and passionately whispering into the tied blonde’s ear: “I bet if I tickled your wet womanhood, you’d reach for the stars in a second. Oh, yes… look at how close my fingers are. Look at what short distance they have to cross to play with your cute, little pussy. And you want them there so bad. Yes you do… yes you do.”
“And so do you… a bit too much.”
Suddenly, everything went silent. Morganna’s smile faded away like stars in front of coming daylight, her hands falling loosely to her sides. For a while, she couldn’t move. Everything just stopped for her. She recognized that voice, and knew what it meant. Daliana. Finally, her teacher and lover found her. Morganna had constantly hoped that this day wouldn’t come, but she somehow knew that it was bound to happen. Her former teacher was no idiot. And, judging by the way Morganna left, she would definitely be angry.
Morganna’s lip started curling up into a small, weak smile. She was almost resigned. There was going to be a fight, she knew it. And, she was going to lose it. No matter what she tries, she can’t beat her teacher. However, she wasn’t the one who would give up, even facing impossible odds. It was her life she was trying to save here. If there was one in a million chance to save herself, Morganna knew it would come through fighting, not begging for mercy.
“No matter that I traveled across half of Enterion, you still found me”, she complimented, cutting Aurora’s bonds as she slowly got up on her feet. “Really, I would expect nothing less from my master.” She turned around to face her former lover. However, seeing her face wasn’t as easy as Morganna thought it would be: in these few years of her absence, the red-hair forgot just how beautiful her mentor was. Never has Morganna taken the elven beauty off the pedestal, recognizing her as the most beautiful person she had ever met, but meeting her in reality again, after quite a long time, just accented the fact that Daliana was beautiful beyond even the wildest imagination. Even the red-haired beauty was stunned for a few precious seconds, lost in those beautiful sapphire-colored eyes.
“I’m honored you still recognize me as your master, oh defiant one.” Daliana’s tone was as strict and sharp as a whip crack. “Though that certainly isn’t what you’ve shown when you’ve left me tied to bed, having that animated feather tickling me.”
The elf was angry. Well, that was to be expected, Morganna thought, being that she left without any explanation. One night, she waited for Daliana to fall asleep and packed her stuff and just left. Also, to keep her busy, she tied her master to bed and animated three feathers: two to tickle the beautiful elf’s delicate soles, her most ticklish spot, and one to tickle her just above that precious womanhood of her Morganna so adored. Knowing what an enormous turn-on it was for her teacher to have her feet touched, Morganna made the feathers explore her soles thoroughly. She knew that those feathers alone would probably be enough to keep her lover on the border of orgasm. However, to tease her even more, and maybe to even grant her a release or two, Morganna placed one more animated feather to play with the skin just above Daliana’s beautiful cave of pleasures. She knew that her mistress would certainly be able to break out of those bonds with a single spell or two. However, concentrating on spellcasting was really hard when you are tickled intensely and bordering orgasm. Also, once she did get free, Morganna knew, Daliana would certainly want to reach that what has been denied to her for a long time… multiple times.
“Well, while you were sleeping, you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit”, Morganna managed to force a defiant smirk on her face. “I’d say you enjoyed yourself fully in bondage, say, two times, and five times after that.”
Yes, Morganna knew her teacher, and she learned how much the blonde loved erotic pleasures. She was certain even leaving her in that bondage would cause her teacher to get horny over time. However, she would certainly be out of bondage by that time. A woman like her would never allow herself to be denied orgasm for so long and not achieve it multiple times later.
“Um… well…”, the elf blushed, at loss of words. Morganna knew she guessed right about both orgasms in bondage and out of it, and she guessed the exact number. “That’s not important! What’s important what came after it: my desire for vengeance! Morganna, I will teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”
Well, that was for certain, Morganna thought. She knew that her mentor will probably kill her now, and she was sorry for that. Not because she was afraid to die, far from that, but because she planned on returning to her mentor after this great adventure. Even though she escaped from her, Morganna loved Daliana, really and truly loved her. From when she ran away, she shared her bed with many men and women, but those people could never replace the one she really loved. With all of the others, there was no making love. There was only exercise to keep her skills sharp. But, when she would share her body with her mentor, to Morganna, there was no better experience or more beautiful emotion. Indeed, while Morganna’s body might have belonged to many, her heart belonged to only one. And it was because of that one, the blonde elf in front of her, that she was trying to conquer Enterion. After all, was there a better gift to the person who meant the world to you than the world itself?
“Daliana… my master… I know nothing I say will change what you think of me… so let’s get this over with quickly”, the red-hair said, preparing a spell. It was a small spell, one which she was certain wouldn’t harm her mentor. After all, Daliana was the only person in the entire world Morganna couldn’t bring herself to hurt. She knew she was going to die, and by the hand of the only person she ever loved, and the only person that really ever loved her. She let the small rays fly towards her teacher, knowing the result: they will be absorbed by the armor Daliana will put up.
She was right. The blonde elf just snapped her finger and a globe appeared around her, protecting her from lowly spells such as the one Morganna had cast. The rays were absorbed like they never even existed.
“Why do you show such disrespect to me, Morganna?”, Daliana asked. “Why do you use spells of such low caliber? Do you think of me as no threat?!”
“Yeah… something like that”, Morganna responded, trying to provoke her master more. She scanned the landscape in search for Aurora. The blonde stood at a safe distance, finding an opportunity in redhead’s quarrel with her teacher. Good. At least one soul less to worry about when she finally goes to hell, Morganna thought. And judging by the way blonde elf looked, that moment won’t be far. Her hair looked like a forest set ablaze, her dress shining with orange glow as well. Her eyes were thundering and cold like an avalanche. Oh yes, she was enraged. Morganna knew that, whatever spell her mentor was going to cast, it’s going to be a large one.
However, she was wrong. The spell Daliana had cast was not a high-level spell of massive destruction. No… it was something far less harmful: the ground beneath her feet had turned into mud, making the demon-kin quickly fall into the ground up to her knees. This made Morganna feel very… angry.
“Damn it… finish me already!”, she screamed out, tossing two fireballs around Daliana, placing them so that the blonde magician would be out of harm’s way if she stood still. Please don’t move, Daliana, please, a thought rushed through Morganna’s head. Luckily, the blonde elf was smart enough to see through the spells, remaining completely still. Two large blasts went off, two spheres of fire forming, burning everything in their path. For a few short moments, a blazing inferno raged, like hell brought to earth, two spheres of flame seeming like domes on a top of some hellish castle. And then, when everything went still, when those spheres of destruction vanished like they have never even existed, leaving craters of ash as the only relics of their fiery glory, a pure, white figure stood out, completely unscathed by the flames. She was frowning, knowing that her former apprentice had intentionally missed.
“Morganna, I must say I’m very disappointed in you… I would expect you to respect me enough to know that a few fireballs can’t scare me. Especially if you aim to miss.”
The red-haired woman chuckled. “Heh. It seems we’re even, then. You could have crushed me with a flick of the wrist, but you haven’t.” She sighed, stepping out of the mud, the leftovers oozing from her leather boots. “Let’s face it… you can’t hurt me… and I can’t hurt you.”
Daliana sighed as well. Her hair was lit up in a fiery tone, seeming like a forest fire, her dress depicting a fierce avalanche. Her blue eyes were thundering with blue flames and her face was a mask of rage. She was angry, Morganna knew… angry because she was right. Neither of them could hurt the other, no matter how hard they might force themselves to.
“You... you will get punished, Morganna.” Daliana’s voice was thundering with rage. She was barely able to speak. Morganna knew that her mentor would like to strangle the life out of her right now for not being able to hurt her. Such a paradox. However, it was the same on her side. She would also like to strangle herself for not being able to hurt her mentor.
“Well, then, we both know that there is only one way to settle this, then…”, Morganna said, a clear thought of what she was about to do in her head: she will place a sleeping spell on the elf. Then, maybe in restraints, her mistress will be able to see the reason. Also, she hasn’t had fun with the beauty in such a long, long time. She so longed to make up for at least a part of it. Maybe, if she explains what is really going on, and Daliana is in such tight bondage that she is bound to listen, then she will understand. In those eighty years they lived together, Morganna found out that Daliana indeed was the girl of her dreams, the one she could spend an eternity with. However, she needed to go on one last adventure before settling down. One last adventure, to see the world before finally committing herself to this person, who she left her heart to. So, maybe after this spell, she will finally see the truth, Morganna told herself as she suddenly started to feel very sleepy. Her eyelids became so heavy, and no matter how hard she tried, staying awake seemed like an impossible feat to accomplish. Her vision was getting more and more blurry by the moment. Daliana…
“Beat you to it”, the sound of the elven woman’s velvet voice and an image of victorious smirk on her face were the last things Morganna’s consciousness recorded before going on a short vacation, leaving the red-headed woman fast asleep under her mentor’s feet.
When Morganna awoke, she didn’t feel dizzy at all. There was no hang-over, no ill feelings… she felt rested, her magical slumber refreshing her just like the natural one.
Her vision was still blurry, and of course, she didn’t know where she was. However, what she did know was that her slowly-recovering vision was showing her a beautiful, stern image of an elven maiden: her mistress. Daliana. She was so beautiful, the red-haired woman thought.
“Awake now?”, the blonde mistress asked, following her question with a quick but loving kiss on Morganna’s cheek.
The demon-kin groaned in response, her head still not completely clear. She had to draw on all of her strength to try and not return the kiss. Instead, faking disgust, she turned her head away, waiting for her vision to completely clear out, so she could see where she was. She knew Daliana… the elf surely had plenty contraptions ready for her. And they all had to be stored somewhere. She tried to move, to see what kind of restraint she ended up in. Trying to move her legs, she found out that they were spread just so that her feet couldn’t touch even if she did her best, but close enough for it not to be uncomfortable. Also, they were lifted up from her body, so Morganna’s private parts and whole legs were exposed. Her hands were tied together, above her head, but weren’t levitated, so her head could easily rest on the cushions her mentor placed under her. A clever bondage, Morganna thought, looking forward to trying it out, but showing exactly the opposite on the outside.
“Oh, yes… how rude of me…”, Daliana smiled wickedly, moving away so Morganna could observe the situation she was in. And, it was just as Morganna had supposed: she was trapped inside a metal construction, two round metal poles connecting the pole her feet were tied on to the ground. Two more round poles were attached at that intersection, connecting themselves to the stone wall, which hosted a metal loop through which the ropes binding Morganna’s hands were pulled through, the rope tightened to allow minimum movement.
Looking at all of this, taking in the position she was in, Morganna could hardly wait for the punishment she was about to receive. She wanted to tell her mentor how beautiful a job she has done. However, she just looked at her with disgust, forcing herself with all her power to keep that stare.
“Bitch”, she spat out at Daliana, who just smiled, standing up and slowly walking to the table next to Morganna’s steel cage without bars. That was it, Morganna thought, she was going to start tickling her now. Whatever cruel methods of breaking her Daliana had thought of, she was going to start using them now, and Morganna knew that, very soon, she will be broken and begging for mercy, ready to offer anything just for the tickling to stop, but not being allowed such grace. She was really looking forward to it.
However, her mentor had yet another surprise planned for her before the tickling commenced. Just as Morganna was about to start curling her toes, her captor reached for the table, holding a shiny object in her hand. What was it, Morganna thought? A knife? No... it was a... a mirror?!
For some unknown reason, Morganna’s former teacher was holding a mirror in her hands, playing with it before looking the captive woman in the eyes, her gaze flaring with pleasure.
“Look at yourself, Morganna”, she said, holding the mirror so the other woman could see just how helplessly she looked. Daliana played with the adorned, square piece of glass by allowing the redhead to take a look at each of her body parts first: starting at the gorgeous, creamy, high-arched soles of her feet, down her perfectly sculpted, long legs, to her womanhood.
Daliana’s mirror stood there for a moment, observing the beautiful entrance to this cave of wonders. Morganna’s vagina was neatly shaven, with few shy, short red hairs left near the entrance, following the line of her lower lips. Thus sculpted, they seemed to form gates of flame that burned with fires of passion, a fiery entrance to the garden of eternal pleasures.
“You are as beautiful as the day you left, Morganna…”, Daliana said, continuing to tour her captive’s body with the mirror, leaving the cave of pleasures to show Morganna more of her body: her firm belly, beautifully flat, but not overly muscular, so tempting to many men and women alike; her breasts, two perfectly round orbs, with skin softer than finest silk, topped by two pink nipples. Daliana stopped for a moment again, enjoying Morganna’s desperate attempts to hide just how much of a turn-on it was for her. The redhead knew she was helpless in this situation, but seeing herself tied up, her beautiful dominatrix displaying it so clearly in the decorated, golden-framed mirror, amplified the feeling of helplessness manifold. Both women knew Morganna could just look away… just close her eyes and the feeling would be gone. However, they both also knew that she would never do that. No… Morganna was enjoying this so much she was barely stopping a rush of moans from coming out of her mouth, her garden of pleasure so close to leaking out feminine juices.
“Just get on with it!”, Morganna shouted at the blonde, who was now giving her a chance to get a complete view of herself in the mirror. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more: for the torture to start, or for this sweet feeling of fear and expectation to continue.
Her mistress purred in response, taking the mirror down, letting it rest upon the table. Taking an eager, elegant step towards her captive, she placed a silvery fingernail upon the sole that was so helplessly exposed to her. Immediately, the touched foot twitched in response, toes curling and arches running as far away back as possible. The captive woman squeaked, even this slightest touch almost forcing her to burst into laughter.
“Mm…”, Daliana moaned as her face approached the captive left foot, her breath lightly tickling it, “even more ticklish than when you left.”
Yes… and I can’t wait to place myself into your hands, my love, Morganna thought in reply. However, the words that came out of her mouth were nowhere near as warm as those that transpired in her mind. Masking her desire behind a mask of despise, she uttered the words: “Lay a hand on me and we’ll see what will happen, you sow.”
As she expected, her insults only served to encourage the blonde maiden. The edge of Daliana’s lip curled up into a smile as her fingers teasingly made a few light scratches on the creamy soles laid out in front of them. Even those light, teasing strokes of those sharp, long silvery nails were enough to make Morganna’s feet dance and flail around, the demon-kin letting out squeals and giggles, which slowly grew into free, enchanting laughter.
“O ha ha ha ha ha!” Morganna laughed freely already, the light teases annoying and pleasing her at the same time. Being so helpless… what a divinely annoying sensation it was for her.
“So… feet are ticklish…”, Daliana concluded after a few more torturous seconds of playful strokes, her fingers slowly descending lower, towards the heels, at the Achilles tendons, playfully spider-walking down her legs, to the back of her knees, towards her ass. Morganna’s reactions, while not as abundant and plentiful as on her feet, were about the same: stream of giggles and clear laughter accompanied by trashing about in the tight bondage. Daliana was obviously satisfied. “… Seems like other parts are ticklish as well.”
Her fingers finally finishing the tour of redhead’s legs, coming down to her buttocks, the elf sorceress stopped her probing, standing up. Morganna was sorry she ended so soon.
“Gave up already?”, she teased, trying to provoke the blonde into launching another assault on her helpless skin.
Daliana just smiled, her lips parting to reveal her shiny, white teeth, neatly folded into two classy rows. Slowly, the fingers of her right hand wrapped themselves around Morganna’s left foot, her palm resting on the top of it so she could inspect the beautiful sole. As her prisoner tried to curl her toes, she just took the big toe between the thumb and pointing finger, separating it from it’s kin, making it stand straight. Morganna tried to resist, to shake her foot and toe away, but all she could do was watch her mistress’ face slowly get closer to her big toe, her warm breath touching her skin, feeling so good. Daliana was inspecting it, she knew. And she knew what was to follow.
Suddenly, the beautiful redhead arched her back and let out a loud scream, followed by loud giggles. Daliana was nibbling on her toe, driving her crazy, making her do her best to get out of her grip… but at the same time not wanting to get out. The elven maiden was a master when it came to using her mouth; when you would ask someone if they could tie a knot with their mouth, most people would say no. Morganna would just smile and tie one in a manner of seconds, and untie it with exactly the same speed. Daliana would ask: which kind of knot do you wish?
“Even after all those years, Morganna…”, Daliana spoke with her elegant voice, ceasing the nibbling for a short while, letting the beautiful redhead rest, “… you’re still the same little girl I saved from the pyre.”
This took Morganna aback. The memories of the day started rushing back to her, as painful and beautiful as when it happened.
“Well, then, I’ll go and fetch some tools, Morganna”, Daliana suddenly said, slowly releasing her grip on the demon-kin. “Also, I need to get dressed into something more... comfortable. You wait here.”
Saying so, Daliana left the room, closing the door behind her. As she was leaving, she blew a passionate kiss to her captive. However, Morganna barely took notice of it. She was lost in the memory of so long ago… of the day she and Daliana met.
All right, folks, first of all, I'd like to apologize for such a long delay between Enterions. It seems that my writer's block and working on other pieces kept me away from this project. However, it's being worked on, and should be done in two weeks top. Also, it has proved to be so large that I believe it is best to post it in two parts. I'm going to post the first part here (more was written so far, but this is where I think first part should end). Then, I must apologize for this part not having much action in itself. The set-up for the tickling has proved to be quite long, but then again, the tickling itself will be long as well. However, that will come in second part.
Now, without further ado, I give you the beginning of Enterion's chapter 12. Hope you enjoy.
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Enterion, Chapter 12 (Part 1/2)
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“So, captain Mokoshima, thank you for your help”, the red-haired woman, who introduced herself as Morganna, smiled coquettishly, gently placing her hand so that it rested upon the samurai’s shoulder. “I feel so much safer knowing that this dangerous criminal will no longer be on the loose. You don’t know how afraid I was that she might hurt me.” The woman finished the last sentence with a slight ‘mmm’, which gave it a seductive, alluring overtone. Not that she needed to use any of her techniques on him: from the very beginning, Shino Mokoshima, captain of the Ninth Dragon Squad, fell for the woman. To him, everything about her was exotic: her hair, which fell down in many curved locks, free and unrestrained, all the way to the middle of her back, seemed like a sea of fire. Beautiful, majestic sea in which he would really love to immerse himself. And when the woman would move, those curves of her hair would sway lightly, almost melodically, completely synchronized with the smooth moves of the rest of her body: each and every step this woman took was carried out so it could invoke passion, each gesture seducing the onlooker. Like some ancient goddess of passion walking among men, Morganna ensnared the looks of captain and more than half of his men with her grace, beauty and fiery, sexy nature. It was just that everything about that woman, even the air around her, was charged with sexual energy.
Shino really envied that… Elerion was his name. That… elf… yes, that’s what they were called, general Sugoyata told him once… he was blessed with the company of such a beauty, day by day. And not just Morganna. There was another girl traveling with them, Mokoshima noticed. Her name seemed to be Aurora. Blonde, pale, her face shyly turned to the ground in front of herself; she seemed like a complete opposite of her traveling companion. While Morganna seemed like a live fire, burning with passion, Aurora seemed like an icon of an idolized saint or an angel brought to life. Illustration of pureness and innocence framed by a golden frame of her beautiful, straight hair, the shy beauty stood toe-to-toe with her seductive companion in looks. Both women had beautiful bodies, with full curves right where they should be, firm, flat valleys where one would wish them. Really, their bodies were marvels of divine architecture. Samurai captain knew plenty of people who would kill just to see such women smile at them. Hell, he was barely restraining himself from ordering his men to attack Elerion and taking the two beauties for himself and his troop. What kept him from issuing such an order was the fact that he would probably have to fight half of his troops later, when the question of who would go first would arise.
“Come on, Ayumi, get up”, Morganna’s voice returned Mokoshima from his thoughts, as her hand left his shoulder to pick up and pull on the rope tied around the captive’s neck, which made her obediently stand up from her kneeling position. Captain looked at her: Ayumi… the killer of lady Yui. According to the report the royal ninja sent, she was accompanied by two warriors, and the three of them managed to overpower the ninja leader's entourage. Scary, he thought, knowing that lady Yui was always accompanied by two kensai. The ninja managed to stop the trio somehow, though, and now these three adventurers have kept an eye out on Ayumi ever since, to make sure she doesn't get away. Not only that, but they managed to turn her into an obedient little slave in the meantime. He wandered what kind of grisly tortures they used on her, but then again, he didn't want to know. The truth was, of course, much more subtle and gentle than the captain imagined, but equally effective.
“Now, my little Ayumi”, Morganna said, planting a gentle, sensual kiss on the criminal’s lips, drawing many lustful looks from men in the unit. Ayumi returned the kiss, and for a few seconds, the two women engaged in the most sensual kiss Mokoshima has ever witnessed in his forty years of life. Then, when those precious few seconds of paradise ended, Morganna continued to speak in her usual, sensual voice: “… as much as I loved hanging out with you, we must part here. These guards will take you away now. I want you to come with them, like a good little girl you’ve become.”
Ayumi was crying.
“Mistress…” , she sniffed, “Mistress… please don’t leave me. I’m scared.”
“Aww… my dear Ayumi…”, Morganna said, kissing the girl on the cheeks, wiping her tears away, “… you have been a bad, bad little girl, and now you have to take your punishment.”
“B-but…”
“No buts, young lady…”, Morganna said strictly, her face suddenly a bit sharper. However, just a second later, she winked to Ayumi, hugging her tightly, her hand reaching for her behind. “…except this one, of course.”
Being that Morganna blocked his view, Mokoshima couldn’t really tell what she did to his countrywoman, but from the way Ayumi opened, then quickly shut her eyes and moaned, he could say it was something very, very erotic.
“Now, off you go”, the red-haired dominatrix continued, breaking the hug, taking Ayumi to Mokoshima, handing him the leash, then giving her slave a final, comforting kiss on the cheek. “I won’t worry… you’re my smart little girl… I’m sure you’ll manage somehow.”
“Speaking of managing”, the captain spoke, pulling on the leash, “you’d better watch out. There are whole armies headed for Yamamoto’s soil as we speak, and none of them are friendly. Also, lately, a band of maniacs have been roaming through the countryside. They arrived on a ship, slaughtered the whole crew, and have been ravaging the countryside ever since. Two villages have already been burned, and we have reasons to believe it’s them.”
Morganna looked surprised for a moment, but then she smiled: “Thank you for the warning, captain Mokoshima. We’ll certainly watch out for any suspicious people. After all…”, she smiled, the innocent look on her face sending electrical impulses into pants of Mokoshima and his men, “… I’m a good girl. My mom taught me not to talk to suspicious-looking strangers, or she will spank me… real hard.”
“All right, then. We’ll be leaving you now.” Shino Mokoshima turned to his men, shouting out the orders: “Men! We are moving out! Column formation, on the double!”
“Before you go, captain…”, Morganna’s velvet voice got all of his unit’s attention again. She was blowing a kiss into their direction, speaking in the most seductive manner he has ever heard anyone speak. “This is for a certain someone… they know who it is. Goodbye!”
Shino Mokoshima and his men saluted the trio, their formation finally formed, and then turned to the road.
“All right, men. Let’s move out!”
* * *
“All right, all right… what the hell is going on here?!”, Mokoshima stormed in between his warriors, who were having another quarrel. This time, they almost drew swords.
“It’s Kazuma, here”, one of the soldiers, Shinji, said. Tall and muscular, he towered above the rest of the unit, being six feet tall. If he had drawn his swords, it would certainly mean an all-out fight. “He said Morganna blew that kiss to him! That’s complete lie!”
“Yeah!”, another soldier, Kamishiro, interfered. “That kiss was meant for me!”
Immediately, four or five more soldiers intruded, claiming that kiss for themselves.
Oh, this was just great, the captain thought! This was the fifth argument since they parted with Morganna, which was about three hours ago. He was already getting pretty sick and tired of this. They were acting like kids.
“Come on, men, quit it!”, he shouted out, his voice rising above that of his men. “You’re soldiers, men, start acting like ones! Show some discipline!”
His men stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on him, filled with awe and respect. Seeing the opportunity, Shino pointed at Ayumi, his soldiers’ looks following it like hand of god. “Morganna blew the kiss to her! Or did you forget that she was handed out to us when Morganna said it?! Did you forget what happened right in front of our eyes?”
The men went silent. Even though what their captain said was almost as far away from the real truth as the soldiers’ dreams, this was the perfect way to cool their heads off, and a seemingly rational explanation to the beautiful woman’s behavior.
“All right, everyone settled down?”, the captain asked, angry. “No need for executions like there was last few times?”
Before, when he would have to settle men down like this, it happened that some of his men attacked either him or Ayumi, maddened, claiming they wanted the fiery goddess for themselves. Of course, such men were charged for disobedience and killed on spot, Mokoshima killing them where they stood. After all, captain knew more about swordplay than any of them will learn for the rest of their lives. And he was intent on following orders: bring Ayumi, killer of lady Yui, to the royal court so that she might be trialed for her crimes. Failing to bring her alive would certainly be harder to explain than explaining why a dozen of disobedient soldiers had to be put to their deaths. He wondered if Morganna would even send that kiss had she known how many deaths it would cause. Did she know that a kiss of a beautiful woman can sometimes be more potent a weapon than a sword? Well, no need to worry about it… this time the men seemed to have cooled down. The past examples served as a good teaching experience. The men were starting to apologize to him, and to one another, and the march went on.
Phew, this was close, Mokoshima thought, taking Ayumi’s leash and taking his place at the head of the marching column.
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“Mmm… Aurora, that feels wonderful”, Morganna moaned, enjoying the feel of blonde’s tongue massaging her sole. “You’ve become quite good at it lately.”
“Thank you, mistress”, the seer replied, kissing her mistress’ big toe passionately, carefully since she didn’t want to tickle her; she learned all too well through the many sessions of orgasm-denial what it meant to tickle the red-hair during foot-worship sessions. “You taught me well, mistress.”
“And you learn so quickly, my little Aurora”, Morganna moaned yet again, the feeling of her slave sucking on her big toe so passionately and diligently sending small waves of pleasure through her whole body. She raised her head from the ground she was laying on, turning her face to her travelling companion, smiling: “You seem to be popular already, Elerion, when the guards are warning people of you.”
“Two burned villages and a dead crew…”, Elerion grunted, tending to his blades. “I’m just getting started.” He turned to Morganna. “You’re no better yourself… how many men have already died because of your kissing tactic?”
“Only the weak-minded ones”, Morganna smiled seductively, her eyes closing as Aurora’s tongue passed along the length of her curved, soft instep. The demon kin was lying on her stomach, her body resting on the ground. The only part not touching the soil were her forelegs, which were bent under right angle, so her feet pointed directly to the sky, allowing Aurora easier access to them. Of course, Morganna would also flex her toes and move her soles a bit, stretching them out and curling them at her whim, teasing her poor slave, who was finding these feet worshipping sessions more and more arousing. Morganna remembered when she first met Aurora: the very sight of demon kin's bare feet made her look away in disgust. Now, from time to time, she would ask Morganna to take her boots off so she can worship her feet. It was amazing what a little training could do, Morganna thought. "They choose to fight, hoping that my love would be wasted on one of them." The very sound of her voice was filled with disgust all over.
"One day, you will have to explain to me who is it you're sending those kisses to", the elf said, looking at his own reflection in his blade, removing a few stray black locks from his eyes.
"Ooh... curious?", the red-haired woman pouted, her pedicured, colorless toes spreading to allow her slave's tongue access to areas between them. She looked away into the distance. "Those kisses... are meant for the person that I'm in love with... the only person I will ever submit to willingly."
"Hmph!", Elerion grunted. "The only women I have ever needed are these two babies."
He patted his two swords, which were shining on the warm midday sun. Pathetic, Morganna thought, smiling at him: "Watch out for their kiss... it's not nearly as pleasant as...", she lazily pointed at Aurora with her hand, "... this."
"No, but let me at her, and I'll show you what a masterpiece I can make out of her."
Sick piece of shit, Morganna thought, feeling Aurora stop her licking out of fear. Continuing to smile, she sighed, taking her boots back on, giving her slave-girl the sign to come to her, stroking her hair, turning to Elerion.
"We already discussed this", she told him, masking the disgust she felt towards her travelling companion behind a smile. "She is my slave... you got those two villages and, from what I hear, one more is nearby. If you want to, Aurora and I can wait for you to burn that village and kill everyone inside, while the two of us have some... fun." Then, she turned to the blonde, planting a motherly kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry, Aurora, he won't hurt you. There... there... don't be afraid. Your mistress is looking out for you." Aurora looked up, the fear in her eyes clearing out after meeting Morganna's soothing smile.
“Thank you, mistress”, the blonde laid her head on Morganna’s shoulder, enjoying the redhead’s gentle touch.
Morganna’s eyes turned back to the elf. “Besides, you had your fun with Aszhara and Eliza… you were pretty merciless with them.”
“I was not… I let them end the other’s life peacefully.”
Only after slicing them up for thirty minutes, you sick fuck, Morganna thought, forcing herself to keep smiling. Before he was through with them, they were begging to be killed, massacred beyond recognition. Even Morganna almost threw up her lunch when she saw them… luckily, she managed to prevent Aurora from seeing it. The blonde would certainly be crushed by the scene, which would mean less than satisfying performance in bed. And when she wasn’t satisfied, Morganna tended to have bad temper. That wouldn’t be good at all.
Thinking back on the events that occurred since she met up with Elerion, the red-haired woman could definitely agree that he was serving his purpose: she was able to hide in his shadow, concealing her true powers, staying out of harm’s way and stopping the stories of mighty sorceress Morganna that began spreading through the lands, making her easier to detect. However, his appetite for mindless killing, caring for nothing else but that, really sickened her. She pretended she was all right with it, concealing her hatred for her companion, knowing how she couldn’t let herself get too exposed. No… until she achieves what she wants, which would be capturing the Planar Child and conquest of all of Enterion, she couldn’t allow herself to be detected by her. Back then, she left because she wanted to see the world before finally settling down. Now, it would only be appropriate to give the world as a gift to the only person she ever loved, finally binding herself to her for all of eternity. Oh, yes, that would be the day. But, before that…
“Well, I’m off to kill, then”, Elerion shouted over the shoulder. “You and Aurora stay here and wait for me.”
“All right… we’ll wait here, like good girls”, Morganna smiled lasciviously, turning back to her slave-girl, her hands entering the blonde’s robes, playing with seeress’ body. The elf grunted and left them alone, not really caring for anything but releasing some more stress through slaughter. Morganna waited until he was out of sight before starting to nibble on her slave’s ear.
“Now, my little Aurora, would you want to hear the story of who I’m blowing all those kisses to?”, she whispered.
Aurora let out a few moans due to her mistress’ mouth-skills. She placed her hand on Morganna’s chest and gave her an innocent look: “Of course, mistress.”
“Well, you see, it all started under a cherry tree…”, Morganna stopped her story-telling as she felt Aurora’s hand slide down her legs, to her boot, starting to remove it. She smiled, showing her beautiful, white teeth. “Of course… that will certainly sweeten the story up.”
Her now bare toes wiggled, enjoying the kiss of the wind for a brief time, before entering Aurora’s mouth again. Then, Morganna’s tale continued…
* * *
“Sir! Scout Renji Hirohito reporting, sir!” One of captain Mokoshima’s men saluted him, waiting for his superior officer’s permission to speak.
“You may speak”, the man in question replied informally, hiding his curiosity. The scout returned rather quickly.
“Sir… about ten minutes walk to the north-east I have spotted a fully blossomed cherry tree, and a woman sitting next to it, leaning on it!” The scout was obviously very disturbed by the fact. As well as he should be… was this some kind of a joke?
“Are you sure you saw it?”, Mokoshima tried to check. “The cherries have bloomed months ago. The flowers are no more. And what is it you say about a woman being there, all alone?”
“Yes, sir… the tree was there, full of flowers, just as real as you are standing here.”
Hmm… the scout sounded pretty convinced, Shino thought. There was no doubt in his mind that the woman under the tree had something to do with it. However, what was he supposed to do now? This clearly required an investigation, since an anomaly of this sort could very easily mean a presence of magic. And a magic user could easily cause great ruin to the countryside if left unchecked. Also, the woman could also be a demon or some other creature in disguise, so it was their duty as protectors of Yamamoto to investigate the level of threat. However, they also had a mission: to escort Ayumi to Totara, where she was to be interrogated, trialed and executed. Loss of too many men could jeopardize that mission. If thought of from that angle, they shouldn’t investigate.
Shino Mokoshima stood silent for a couple of seconds. He was unsure of what to do: to investigate or not. Taking all arguments into consideration, he thought that maybe it would be wiser not having a dangerous magic user at their heels. If that woman… or whatever it was, was really dangerous, it would be best confronting her… or it… on their own grounds, and before he looses any more men to those pointless fights about their red-haired goddess of wet dreams.
He raised his fist and gave his men new orders: “Men! Gather up and listen! We are going to investigate a potential threat our scout here just spotted. Everyone, be on your guard. Swordsmen in the front, archers in the back. Line formation. Let’s go.”
And so, after about ten minutes of solid march, the troop came to observe the exact thing the scout reported: a great, majestic cherry tree, probably more than a hundred years old, its many branches spreading out wide, untamed by man’s hand. Shino didn’t remember this tree being there when they were going to pick Ayumi up, and he was pretty sure they passed this way, searching for the exact place that Royal ninja specified. This tree, even though so beautiful, somehow felt… wrong. Unnatural. It felt like magic, not water, was flowing through its veins, like magic, not its strong bark, was protecting it from harm. And, what was weirdest, as they approached it, the tree seemed to… react somehow. As if it was greeting them. And the woman leaning on it… what was she?
It took them about a minute or two more before they could clearly see the woman taking rest under the tree which greeted them with happy chirping of birds which appeared on its branches, later joined in by a small chorus of crickets. What they saw left them standing in awe: the woman under the tree was an elf. Tall, slim and elegant, her figure was wrapped in a dress of finest white silk, hugging her body tightly on the torso, accenting her flat stomach, full, big breasts, elegant, rounded ass, and her slim thighs, expanding at her arms and lower parts of the legs, edges hanging loosely, hiding her fists all the way up to her fingernails, which shined like stars in the night sky, colored in silver nail-polish. Her medium-sized, relatively high-arched elegant, pale feet were not adorned with a nail polish, but the white sandals with ties that reached into the domain covered by dress gave off almost a silvery glow, whiter even than her pale skin. Now that they were so close, they could even see her face, adorned by two bright blue eyes and small, elegant full lips which just begged to be kissed, colored just a shade darker than her skin so that they don’t disturb the harmony of her still face. Coupled with a small, a bit pointed nose and framed by hair which shined like gold even in shade, this woman’s face looked like a small ivory island, surrounded by a huge, golden river. And in the middle of it shone two crystal-clear, mystical lakes, radiating magical power. This woman… she was a manifestation of nature itself, Shino could see it now. And at the moment, she was displaying Mother’s gentle, calm side, it seemed, since she calmly smiled as they came to her. She didn’t get up yet, and only now did Shino realize a long object wrapped in white silk was resting at her side. Probably a sword, he guessed, making sure his hand was gripping his one, just in case she tries something funny.
“Good day, lady and gentlemen”, the woman greeted them, her smile revealing two rows of crystal-white teeth.
“Good day to you as well”, Shino tried to be as courteous as he could. “I am Shino Mokoshima, captain of the Ninth Dragon squad. And who would you be?”
“My name is…”, the woman started slowly, sighing, “… not important. Tell me, captain Shino Mokoshima, who is this girl, and what is she doing in your honorable unit?”
Hearing this, Shino was a bit taken aback. Not revealing her name was very rude, in his opinion, but he heard something about those elves not parting with their names lightly, so he guessed she could be pardoned. But why was she so interested in Ayumi.
“She is a criminal, about to be taken to execution”, he replied calmly.
“I see…”, the woman was silent for a few seconds, and then she gave the captain a look: “Captain, I suppose you met a woman named Morganna on your way here?”
“What if we did?” Shino didn’t like this. How did she know it? And why this interest in Ayumi and Morganna? It didn’t make any sense.
“Yes… her aura can be felt even in you, captain, though it is faint”, the woman thought out loud, not even listening to him, referring to him, but speaking more to herself. This girl seems to have spent a lot more time with her, though. Would you mind if I questioned her a bit?”
“Unfortunately, yes, I would”, samurai gripped his sword, still not taking it out, but ready to do so at any given moment. “My orders are to escort her to the royal palace, where she will be trialed for several murders.”
“I see…”, the woman started getting up, her voice as calm as before. The smile on her face didn’t fade as she spoke her next words: “So, it seems that we both need the girl, and I doubt any of us will let her go peacefully?”
“So it seems”, Mokoshima said, taking out his sword. His men quickly followed, swordsmen readying their swords and archers loading their bows. The woman calmly took the object in white silk, its cover removing itself on its own, wind blowing it away on the tree’s lowest branches. As Shino expected, it was a sword, long and beautifully crafted, with one-sided blade and a big blue jewel instead of guard. The jewel, deep and calm at first, like depths of the ocean on a calm day, suddenly started shifting its color, mixing in with white, like sea’s surface during storm, with strong, wild waves foaming up its surface. Her dress was now starting to darken a bit, a snowy plain during an avalanche, the golden threads of her hair now getting a bit orange mixed in, depicting a forest fire.
“So, let it be, then”, the woman’s voice was distant and timeless, wild and thundering, like a storm. “I, Daliana Fenaviel, will destroy anyone who stands in my way!”
“Men… attack!” Shino Mokoshima, captain of Ninth Dragon squad ordered, leading the charge…
* * *
What the hell is Elerion doing for so long, a thought crossed Morganna’s mind as she slowly raked her long fingernails on Aurora’s sides. He should have been here long ago. After all, it was only one small village. One spell could have done the trick. Of course, with Elerion being too dumb to cast even a single cantrip, simplest of spells, that was out of the option, but she doubted anyone in that village would have power to stop him. For all he was worth, that psychotic prick could wield those two blades of his with some skill. Oh well, at least Aurora was here, so she could have some fun while waiting.
The enslaved blonde was tied to a tree, facing it, with her hands tied so she was hugging it tightly, thus offering Morganna free access to her armpits, as well as her sides, waist and ass. Her legs were immobilized at the knees with ropes, which were then tied around four bolts, two per knee, thus forcing Aurora into kneeling position. However, knowing how uncomfortable this position could be, and that discomfort would surely kill Aurora’s sexual arousal, Morganna placed their bedrolls between Aurora and the tree, and between her knees and the ground. This way, the discomfort was reduced to a minimum, and Aurora could fully enjoy Morganna’s light, erotic tickling touches. Of course, being that they were outdoors and Morganna didn’t want Aurora’s laughter to attract unwanted visitors, the seer was gagged with the redhead’s scarf, which was bound around her mouth.
“Damn, Aurora, you’re almost humping the tree”, Morganna commented, seeing the ecstatic look on her slave’s face. That prediction wasn’t so far from the truth, since the tickled girl was kept on the edge of orgasm for about an hour now, Morganna using slow erotic tickling strokes to light up all the fires in Aurora, only to deny her the final burst in final seconds, letting her calm down just a bit, then repeating the cycle over and over. The mistress’ hands slowly and gently spider-walked down the pale waist that was so helplessly offered to them, tracing its lines downwards, on the smooth road to blonde’s buttocks. Taking their sweet time causing Aurora to buck in her bonds, Morganna’s elegant fingers finally reached their first stop, starting to happily abuse the fact that Aurora’s beautiful, pale buttocks were ticklish. Indeed, when Morganna found out that Aurora was ticklish all over, she was surprised: usually, people who said they were ticklish all over usually meant to say that they have loads of places they were ticklish on. When one said so for Aurora, it meant that there was indeed no place on her body that wouldn’t react to a finger’s scratch without trying to move away, thus letting Morganna exploit some of the more exotic tickling locations.
“My, my, Aurora, as soon as I started tickling you here, you almost came”, Morganna noted, observing her ticklee’s reaction to the fingers that were ever-so-lightly dancing at the place where her ass met her legs, slowly going upwards along the beautiful, round, firm buttocks that were laid out just above, all the way to the top. Then, when they would arrive at the top, to where the blonde’s back began, they would slowly start coming down, tickling everything they found along the way in a light, teasingly erotic manner which soundly kept the tied beauty on that sweet, dreadful edge of orgasm.
“Mmmphhhh!!!”, Aurora screamed out behind her gag, desperate to find a way to appease her master, to bring herself to such grace that she would be sent to stars and back. She started frantically rubbing herself against the soft cushion that separated her womanhood from the tree’s rough bark in a delusive hope that she might, by some miracle, pass the border Morganna brought her to and finally achieve orgasm.
“Ooh! Aurora! You bad, bad girl!”, Morganna exclaimed, a teasing smirk on her face. The look that she got in return from the blonde told her exactly what she wanted to hear: Aurora was desperate for an orgasm. No… she was now beyond the point of despair. At this time, she was prepared to give everything and do anything just for those few moments of overwhelming pleasure her master was so skilled in delivering. Of course, hell would freeze sooner than Morganna would allow Aurora to orgasm so fast, before enjoying her desperate look for some time.
“You know, it’s such a shame your little fingers can’t touch your cute pussy, isn’t it?”, Morganna teased her slave, her fingers switching to lightly playing along the area between the blonde’s asshole and pussy. It worked wonders on Aurora, who started bucking and screaming behind her gag, really starting to hump the tree. A big stain was quickly spreading on the bedroll, showing just how close the woman was to the big bang. And Morganna was adding fuel to the fire, gently and passionately whispering into the tied blonde’s ear: “I bet if I tickled your wet womanhood, you’d reach for the stars in a second. Oh, yes… look at how close my fingers are. Look at what short distance they have to cross to play with your cute, little pussy. And you want them there so bad. Yes you do… yes you do.”
“And so do you… a bit too much.”
Suddenly, everything went silent. Morganna’s smile faded away like stars in front of coming daylight, her hands falling loosely to her sides. For a while, she couldn’t move. Everything just stopped for her. She recognized that voice, and knew what it meant. Daliana. Finally, her teacher and lover found her. Morganna had constantly hoped that this day wouldn’t come, but she somehow knew that it was bound to happen. Her former teacher was no idiot. And, judging by the way Morganna left, she would definitely be angry.
Morganna’s lip started curling up into a small, weak smile. She was almost resigned. There was going to be a fight, she knew it. And, she was going to lose it. No matter what she tries, she can’t beat her teacher. However, she wasn’t the one who would give up, even facing impossible odds. It was her life she was trying to save here. If there was one in a million chance to save herself, Morganna knew it would come through fighting, not begging for mercy.
“No matter that I traveled across half of Enterion, you still found me”, she complimented, cutting Aurora’s bonds as she slowly got up on her feet. “Really, I would expect nothing less from my master.” She turned around to face her former lover. However, seeing her face wasn’t as easy as Morganna thought it would be: in these few years of her absence, the red-hair forgot just how beautiful her mentor was. Never has Morganna taken the elven beauty off the pedestal, recognizing her as the most beautiful person she had ever met, but meeting her in reality again, after quite a long time, just accented the fact that Daliana was beautiful beyond even the wildest imagination. Even the red-haired beauty was stunned for a few precious seconds, lost in those beautiful sapphire-colored eyes.
“I’m honored you still recognize me as your master, oh defiant one.” Daliana’s tone was as strict and sharp as a whip crack. “Though that certainly isn’t what you’ve shown when you’ve left me tied to bed, having that animated feather tickling me.”
The elf was angry. Well, that was to be expected, Morganna thought, being that she left without any explanation. One night, she waited for Daliana to fall asleep and packed her stuff and just left. Also, to keep her busy, she tied her master to bed and animated three feathers: two to tickle the beautiful elf’s delicate soles, her most ticklish spot, and one to tickle her just above that precious womanhood of her Morganna so adored. Knowing what an enormous turn-on it was for her teacher to have her feet touched, Morganna made the feathers explore her soles thoroughly. She knew that those feathers alone would probably be enough to keep her lover on the border of orgasm. However, to tease her even more, and maybe to even grant her a release or two, Morganna placed one more animated feather to play with the skin just above Daliana’s beautiful cave of pleasures. She knew that her mistress would certainly be able to break out of those bonds with a single spell or two. However, concentrating on spellcasting was really hard when you are tickled intensely and bordering orgasm. Also, once she did get free, Morganna knew, Daliana would certainly want to reach that what has been denied to her for a long time… multiple times.
“Well, while you were sleeping, you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit”, Morganna managed to force a defiant smirk on her face. “I’d say you enjoyed yourself fully in bondage, say, two times, and five times after that.”
Yes, Morganna knew her teacher, and she learned how much the blonde loved erotic pleasures. She was certain even leaving her in that bondage would cause her teacher to get horny over time. However, she would certainly be out of bondage by that time. A woman like her would never allow herself to be denied orgasm for so long and not achieve it multiple times later.
“Um… well…”, the elf blushed, at loss of words. Morganna knew she guessed right about both orgasms in bondage and out of it, and she guessed the exact number. “That’s not important! What’s important what came after it: my desire for vengeance! Morganna, I will teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”
Well, that was for certain, Morganna thought. She knew that her mentor will probably kill her now, and she was sorry for that. Not because she was afraid to die, far from that, but because she planned on returning to her mentor after this great adventure. Even though she escaped from her, Morganna loved Daliana, really and truly loved her. From when she ran away, she shared her bed with many men and women, but those people could never replace the one she really loved. With all of the others, there was no making love. There was only exercise to keep her skills sharp. But, when she would share her body with her mentor, to Morganna, there was no better experience or more beautiful emotion. Indeed, while Morganna’s body might have belonged to many, her heart belonged to only one. And it was because of that one, the blonde elf in front of her, that she was trying to conquer Enterion. After all, was there a better gift to the person who meant the world to you than the world itself?
“Daliana… my master… I know nothing I say will change what you think of me… so let’s get this over with quickly”, the red-hair said, preparing a spell. It was a small spell, one which she was certain wouldn’t harm her mentor. After all, Daliana was the only person in the entire world Morganna couldn’t bring herself to hurt. She knew she was going to die, and by the hand of the only person she ever loved, and the only person that really ever loved her. She let the small rays fly towards her teacher, knowing the result: they will be absorbed by the armor Daliana will put up.
She was right. The blonde elf just snapped her finger and a globe appeared around her, protecting her from lowly spells such as the one Morganna had cast. The rays were absorbed like they never even existed.
“Why do you show such disrespect to me, Morganna?”, Daliana asked. “Why do you use spells of such low caliber? Do you think of me as no threat?!”
“Yeah… something like that”, Morganna responded, trying to provoke her master more. She scanned the landscape in search for Aurora. The blonde stood at a safe distance, finding an opportunity in redhead’s quarrel with her teacher. Good. At least one soul less to worry about when she finally goes to hell, Morganna thought. And judging by the way blonde elf looked, that moment won’t be far. Her hair looked like a forest set ablaze, her dress shining with orange glow as well. Her eyes were thundering and cold like an avalanche. Oh yes, she was enraged. Morganna knew that, whatever spell her mentor was going to cast, it’s going to be a large one.
However, she was wrong. The spell Daliana had cast was not a high-level spell of massive destruction. No… it was something far less harmful: the ground beneath her feet had turned into mud, making the demon-kin quickly fall into the ground up to her knees. This made Morganna feel very… angry.
“Damn it… finish me already!”, she screamed out, tossing two fireballs around Daliana, placing them so that the blonde magician would be out of harm’s way if she stood still. Please don’t move, Daliana, please, a thought rushed through Morganna’s head. Luckily, the blonde elf was smart enough to see through the spells, remaining completely still. Two large blasts went off, two spheres of fire forming, burning everything in their path. For a few short moments, a blazing inferno raged, like hell brought to earth, two spheres of flame seeming like domes on a top of some hellish castle. And then, when everything went still, when those spheres of destruction vanished like they have never even existed, leaving craters of ash as the only relics of their fiery glory, a pure, white figure stood out, completely unscathed by the flames. She was frowning, knowing that her former apprentice had intentionally missed.
“Morganna, I must say I’m very disappointed in you… I would expect you to respect me enough to know that a few fireballs can’t scare me. Especially if you aim to miss.”
The red-haired woman chuckled. “Heh. It seems we’re even, then. You could have crushed me with a flick of the wrist, but you haven’t.” She sighed, stepping out of the mud, the leftovers oozing from her leather boots. “Let’s face it… you can’t hurt me… and I can’t hurt you.”
Daliana sighed as well. Her hair was lit up in a fiery tone, seeming like a forest fire, her dress depicting a fierce avalanche. Her blue eyes were thundering with blue flames and her face was a mask of rage. She was angry, Morganna knew… angry because she was right. Neither of them could hurt the other, no matter how hard they might force themselves to.
“You... you will get punished, Morganna.” Daliana’s voice was thundering with rage. She was barely able to speak. Morganna knew that her mentor would like to strangle the life out of her right now for not being able to hurt her. Such a paradox. However, it was the same on her side. She would also like to strangle herself for not being able to hurt her mentor.
“Well, then, we both know that there is only one way to settle this, then…”, Morganna said, a clear thought of what she was about to do in her head: she will place a sleeping spell on the elf. Then, maybe in restraints, her mistress will be able to see the reason. Also, she hasn’t had fun with the beauty in such a long, long time. She so longed to make up for at least a part of it. Maybe, if she explains what is really going on, and Daliana is in such tight bondage that she is bound to listen, then she will understand. In those eighty years they lived together, Morganna found out that Daliana indeed was the girl of her dreams, the one she could spend an eternity with. However, she needed to go on one last adventure before settling down. One last adventure, to see the world before finally committing herself to this person, who she left her heart to. So, maybe after this spell, she will finally see the truth, Morganna told herself as she suddenly started to feel very sleepy. Her eyelids became so heavy, and no matter how hard she tried, staying awake seemed like an impossible feat to accomplish. Her vision was getting more and more blurry by the moment. Daliana…
“Beat you to it”, the sound of the elven woman’s velvet voice and an image of victorious smirk on her face were the last things Morganna’s consciousness recorded before going on a short vacation, leaving the red-headed woman fast asleep under her mentor’s feet.
* * *
When Morganna awoke, she didn’t feel dizzy at all. There was no hang-over, no ill feelings… she felt rested, her magical slumber refreshing her just like the natural one.
Her vision was still blurry, and of course, she didn’t know where she was. However, what she did know was that her slowly-recovering vision was showing her a beautiful, stern image of an elven maiden: her mistress. Daliana. She was so beautiful, the red-haired woman thought.
“Awake now?”, the blonde mistress asked, following her question with a quick but loving kiss on Morganna’s cheek.
The demon-kin groaned in response, her head still not completely clear. She had to draw on all of her strength to try and not return the kiss. Instead, faking disgust, she turned her head away, waiting for her vision to completely clear out, so she could see where she was. She knew Daliana… the elf surely had plenty contraptions ready for her. And they all had to be stored somewhere. She tried to move, to see what kind of restraint she ended up in. Trying to move her legs, she found out that they were spread just so that her feet couldn’t touch even if she did her best, but close enough for it not to be uncomfortable. Also, they were lifted up from her body, so Morganna’s private parts and whole legs were exposed. Her hands were tied together, above her head, but weren’t levitated, so her head could easily rest on the cushions her mentor placed under her. A clever bondage, Morganna thought, looking forward to trying it out, but showing exactly the opposite on the outside.
“Oh, yes… how rude of me…”, Daliana smiled wickedly, moving away so Morganna could observe the situation she was in. And, it was just as Morganna had supposed: she was trapped inside a metal construction, two round metal poles connecting the pole her feet were tied on to the ground. Two more round poles were attached at that intersection, connecting themselves to the stone wall, which hosted a metal loop through which the ropes binding Morganna’s hands were pulled through, the rope tightened to allow minimum movement.
Looking at all of this, taking in the position she was in, Morganna could hardly wait for the punishment she was about to receive. She wanted to tell her mentor how beautiful a job she has done. However, she just looked at her with disgust, forcing herself with all her power to keep that stare.
“Bitch”, she spat out at Daliana, who just smiled, standing up and slowly walking to the table next to Morganna’s steel cage without bars. That was it, Morganna thought, she was going to start tickling her now. Whatever cruel methods of breaking her Daliana had thought of, she was going to start using them now, and Morganna knew that, very soon, she will be broken and begging for mercy, ready to offer anything just for the tickling to stop, but not being allowed such grace. She was really looking forward to it.
However, her mentor had yet another surprise planned for her before the tickling commenced. Just as Morganna was about to start curling her toes, her captor reached for the table, holding a shiny object in her hand. What was it, Morganna thought? A knife? No... it was a... a mirror?!
For some unknown reason, Morganna’s former teacher was holding a mirror in her hands, playing with it before looking the captive woman in the eyes, her gaze flaring with pleasure.
“Look at yourself, Morganna”, she said, holding the mirror so the other woman could see just how helplessly she looked. Daliana played with the adorned, square piece of glass by allowing the redhead to take a look at each of her body parts first: starting at the gorgeous, creamy, high-arched soles of her feet, down her perfectly sculpted, long legs, to her womanhood.
Daliana’s mirror stood there for a moment, observing the beautiful entrance to this cave of wonders. Morganna’s vagina was neatly shaven, with few shy, short red hairs left near the entrance, following the line of her lower lips. Thus sculpted, they seemed to form gates of flame that burned with fires of passion, a fiery entrance to the garden of eternal pleasures.
“You are as beautiful as the day you left, Morganna…”, Daliana said, continuing to tour her captive’s body with the mirror, leaving the cave of pleasures to show Morganna more of her body: her firm belly, beautifully flat, but not overly muscular, so tempting to many men and women alike; her breasts, two perfectly round orbs, with skin softer than finest silk, topped by two pink nipples. Daliana stopped for a moment again, enjoying Morganna’s desperate attempts to hide just how much of a turn-on it was for her. The redhead knew she was helpless in this situation, but seeing herself tied up, her beautiful dominatrix displaying it so clearly in the decorated, golden-framed mirror, amplified the feeling of helplessness manifold. Both women knew Morganna could just look away… just close her eyes and the feeling would be gone. However, they both also knew that she would never do that. No… Morganna was enjoying this so much she was barely stopping a rush of moans from coming out of her mouth, her garden of pleasure so close to leaking out feminine juices.
“Just get on with it!”, Morganna shouted at the blonde, who was now giving her a chance to get a complete view of herself in the mirror. She wasn’t sure what she wanted more: for the torture to start, or for this sweet feeling of fear and expectation to continue.
Her mistress purred in response, taking the mirror down, letting it rest upon the table. Taking an eager, elegant step towards her captive, she placed a silvery fingernail upon the sole that was so helplessly exposed to her. Immediately, the touched foot twitched in response, toes curling and arches running as far away back as possible. The captive woman squeaked, even this slightest touch almost forcing her to burst into laughter.
“Mm…”, Daliana moaned as her face approached the captive left foot, her breath lightly tickling it, “even more ticklish than when you left.”
Yes… and I can’t wait to place myself into your hands, my love, Morganna thought in reply. However, the words that came out of her mouth were nowhere near as warm as those that transpired in her mind. Masking her desire behind a mask of despise, she uttered the words: “Lay a hand on me and we’ll see what will happen, you sow.”
As she expected, her insults only served to encourage the blonde maiden. The edge of Daliana’s lip curled up into a smile as her fingers teasingly made a few light scratches on the creamy soles laid out in front of them. Even those light, teasing strokes of those sharp, long silvery nails were enough to make Morganna’s feet dance and flail around, the demon-kin letting out squeals and giggles, which slowly grew into free, enchanting laughter.
“O ha ha ha ha ha!” Morganna laughed freely already, the light teases annoying and pleasing her at the same time. Being so helpless… what a divinely annoying sensation it was for her.
“So… feet are ticklish…”, Daliana concluded after a few more torturous seconds of playful strokes, her fingers slowly descending lower, towards the heels, at the Achilles tendons, playfully spider-walking down her legs, to the back of her knees, towards her ass. Morganna’s reactions, while not as abundant and plentiful as on her feet, were about the same: stream of giggles and clear laughter accompanied by trashing about in the tight bondage. Daliana was obviously satisfied. “… Seems like other parts are ticklish as well.”
Her fingers finally finishing the tour of redhead’s legs, coming down to her buttocks, the elf sorceress stopped her probing, standing up. Morganna was sorry she ended so soon.
“Gave up already?”, she teased, trying to provoke the blonde into launching another assault on her helpless skin.
Daliana just smiled, her lips parting to reveal her shiny, white teeth, neatly folded into two classy rows. Slowly, the fingers of her right hand wrapped themselves around Morganna’s left foot, her palm resting on the top of it so she could inspect the beautiful sole. As her prisoner tried to curl her toes, she just took the big toe between the thumb and pointing finger, separating it from it’s kin, making it stand straight. Morganna tried to resist, to shake her foot and toe away, but all she could do was watch her mistress’ face slowly get closer to her big toe, her warm breath touching her skin, feeling so good. Daliana was inspecting it, she knew. And she knew what was to follow.
Suddenly, the beautiful redhead arched her back and let out a loud scream, followed by loud giggles. Daliana was nibbling on her toe, driving her crazy, making her do her best to get out of her grip… but at the same time not wanting to get out. The elven maiden was a master when it came to using her mouth; when you would ask someone if they could tie a knot with their mouth, most people would say no. Morganna would just smile and tie one in a manner of seconds, and untie it with exactly the same speed. Daliana would ask: which kind of knot do you wish?
“Even after all those years, Morganna…”, Daliana spoke with her elegant voice, ceasing the nibbling for a short while, letting the beautiful redhead rest, “… you’re still the same little girl I saved from the pyre.”
This took Morganna aback. The memories of the day started rushing back to her, as painful and beautiful as when it happened.
“Well, then, I’ll go and fetch some tools, Morganna”, Daliana suddenly said, slowly releasing her grip on the demon-kin. “Also, I need to get dressed into something more... comfortable. You wait here.”
Saying so, Daliana left the room, closing the door behind her. As she was leaving, she blew a passionate kiss to her captive. However, Morganna barely took notice of it. She was lost in the memory of so long ago… of the day she and Daliana met.
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