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Author’s Note: I realize I was a little unclear in my note about last week’s chapter and wasn’t sure how to fix it after it posted. Chapter 3 is definitely a sexy one. So if you’re into that and skipped it because of my poor wording at the top of that chapter, check it out, yeah? This one is also a steamy one. After the ### is the first non-explicit chapter of this series, though if you like reading about someone in chastity experiencing all the sexual frustration that entails (or just enjoy the required tavern scene of any D&Desque fantasy story) give it a read anyway. Thanks for your kind comments! I hope you enjoy!
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It’s the next morning when I realize how quick news spreads in the Crux. A notice has already gone out, requesting that anyone who had last cast with one of the missing wizards to come forward. When Galiva collects me for breakfast, she asks for details, so I tell her all that I Saw.
Her fingers drum down the side of her steaming mug. “I can’t believe it. Not that I’m doubting the truth of your divining,” she amends. “It’s just that you’d either have to be insane or very, very good to try and take on a master wizard from the Crux. Especially one like Allisande.”
I think back to Allisande’s gaunt face, and my stomach knots with unease all over again. “My bet is on very good,” I say. “Whoever it is took her alive.”
Galiva swears under her breath. “Allisande was going for full mastery,” she says. “She had her stripes for everything but enchantment and corpimancy, and she was well on her way to gaining those as well.”
I whistle. For all the change she brought to my life, I realize just how little I know about her. “Then why the hell did she hire me?” I ask. “With even just an evocation mastery, she’d have no problem getting through the Hobokins by herself.”
Galiva grins at me over the top of her mug. “Knowing Allisande? She probably did it for the company.” Her smile fades. “But if all of this proves anything, it’s that we’re not as untouchable as we thought.”
“Maybe I should have stayed with her,” I say and set down my last bite of bread and jam. “It… didn’t feel right leaving her. Even though we’d made it out of the Hobokins, the roads still aren’t the safest.”
Galiva takes another sip of her drink, a frown on her face. “Do you remember much about that trip?”
I can’t stop a grin. That trip was memorable for a few reasons. “Allisande said she’d been referred to me by the innkeep in Airedale,” I say. “I remember she seemed… in a hurry. She also asked that we take the less traveled roads, so I assumed she was running from something, but it wasn’t my job to ask questions.”
“Wish you would have,” Galiva says. “I remember her saying that it was no easy decision for her to leave. She just felt like she was stagnating here. Thought that some time away would do her good.”
“She didn’t talk about any of that,” I say. “Was pretty quiet about who she was though she sure did ask me a lot of questions. She was nice. Good to travel with. I think we were on the road little more than a week. It was pretty uneventful until the third or fourth night,” I say. It’s one of those memories that stick out. “We were jumped by a goblin band. They’re quiet bastards, but the smell of them woke me up in time to get my bow nocked. One grabbed Allisande’s hair and tried to drag her off before I put an arrow through it.” Why hadn’t a spell released? Surely with her many masteries, she had something that would have helped.
Then I remember the rest of that night. Allisande’s fiery red hair haloed by moonlight like some sort of goddess, and I revered her like she was one. Fueled by adrenaline and relief, it all felt unreal. I’d almost been afraid to touch her cream skin, but then she’d grabbed my hands and guided them around the perfect curve of her breasts. My confidence grew after that, and I remember cupping the back of her neck to pull her down to capture her lips. It had been a thrill like no other when she returned the kiss.
It hits me all at once, and I set my mug down with a thud. “Oh shit. She didn’t have her necklace.”
Galiva’s eyes widen, her hand going to her own strands. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I say. “They’re unique looking things. If Allisande is a master six times over, it would have been impossible to ignore. She wasn’t wearing it.”
Galiva swears and rolls one of her marbles between her fingers. “Unless we’re inside the tower walls, we don’t take them off,” she says. “Allisande would never have done it willingly. Someone must have taken it.”
I lean back in my chair, frowning as I try to puzzle out what could have happened, but it’s like trying to make a picture while only having half the pieces. “I wonder if someone in Airedale saw what happened. Maybe Allisande ran into some trouble?”
Galiva sighs. “That much seems clear,” she says, though she looks just as frustrated as I feel. “But Margeurite seems confident about this new lead.” She looks at me across the table and smiles. canlı bahis “You did well, Dom. Far better than I can do with divination.”
I flush at the praise and take a long sip of my tea to avoid responding.
“And I heard you finally got to meet Arlon?” Galiva asks, but a hint of mischief has entered her voice.
I’m immediately suspicious. “What did you hear?”
Galiva chuckles and gives my crotch a knowing look before she says, “How many days did he give you?”
Good gods, rumor travels that fast? I certainly didn’t tell anyone, so I assume Arlon’s spread the news for me. “Five,” I mutter.
“Well hey, at least you’re on his good side,” she says with a laugh.
“This is his good side?”
“If you weren’t, it’d be fifteen days instead of five. It’s a pretty short time for conjuration, really.”
I groan and rest my head in my hands. “What am I going to do for five days?” I ask.
“How’s your headway on those books I gave you?” Galiva asks and chuckles when I glower at her. “It’s not all fun sexy time, you know. You do actually have to study if you ever want to be competent at casting, and I’m planning on quizzing you on those two books once you’re through them.”
I know she’s right, but the petulant part of me makes me ask, “Why can’t I just be a conduit?”
“You’ll never gain mastery of any school if you can’t cast a spell,” she points out. “Though there’s nothing wrong with preferring to be a conduit. You’ve just been going non-stop since you got here, and for a new adept, that can get a little overwhelming. You can start to agree to things you normally wouldn’t. You can start to regret some of them. I have a feeling that’s why Arlon locked you up in the first place.”
She’s probably right, but I’m determined to be surly about it. The weight of the cage is a constant distraction. My dreams were no less vibrant, and though Margeurite didn’t make an appearance in them this time, I woke up with my cock aching. Knowing that any form of release is locked away from me makes me want it even more.
When I glance up, Galiva’s looking at me. There’s the mischievous twinkle in her eyes again. “How about this,” she offers. “You strike me as more of a hands-on kind of learner. I’m supposed to cast a spell with Olbric today. Would you like to assist?”
That perks me up. Even if I’m caged up, I’ll still be nice to actually do something. I’d been a little afraid I’d be stuck in my room wallowing for a week. “Absolutely.”
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Olbric is waiting for us in the evocation tower in the same casting room we had used last time. He’s leaned back in one of the chairs, reading a book as he waits, but his face lights up when he sees me. “Oh good! If you’re here, then I get to dole out a beating instead of taking one, right?” He takes his spectacles off and sets them and the book aside as he gets to his feet.
“Wrong,” Galiva says, dashing those hopes quick. “Dominai is working a conjuration spell, so he’ll be helping me today.” Besides, I’m still sporting a few welts from last time.
Olbric’s eyes dart to my crotch. “And you want to help cast a spell?” he asks. The doubt in his voice gives me pause. Maybe watching a casting with a cage on isn’t the wisest idea.
Galiva waves him off. “Of course he does,” she says. “I’m sure he’s looking forward to seeing you be put thoroughly in your place after that beating you gave him.”
Olbric looks wounded, though there’s a playful twinkle in his exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. “Put me in my place?” he says. “Bold words for someone I had mewling at my feet the last time we cast.”
Galiva spanks him hard, though it’s not very effective through his trousers and robe. “I am also looking forward to putting you in your place,” she says with a grin. “Now shut up and strip.”
Their easy banter makes me smile. There’s an obvious level of comfort between them. An easy sort of trust. It makes me wonder how long they’ve been casting together, and I can’t help but wonder what that must be like.
Growing up like I did, I didn’t have much by way of friends or lovers. Life in the woods was always dull, but after my da died, it became downright lonely. To have someone you can turn to for friendship and more must be nice.
Then Galiva turns her smile to me. “Go grab some rope,” she says. I do as asked, but she pushes the coils back into my hands when I try to hand them over. “I’ll instruct you,” she says. “We’re going to tie his hands in front of him.”
She helps me find the ends and slides down until we’ve folded the length in two. “Weave that up his forearms, just like he did with you,” she says and hands the rope back to me. “Be sure the ropes don’t get twisted.”
Olbric finishes disrobing, and I can’t help but notice that there are still a couple of faded welts on his ass. Apparently it’s not enough to keep him from doing it all over again. He catches my glance, and his grin snaps me back to the task at hand.
I take the rope and do as I’m told. I kaçak iddaa make a figure eight around Olbric’s wrists before weaving it up around his forearms. He watches me with an excited sort of serenity, alert yet calm. When I catch his gaze, he grins and gives me a wink that makes my stomach do a flip-flop. “Not too tight?” I ask.
“You could even go a little tighter,” he says and gasps when I cinch the ropes up. Galiva checks them and makes a quick adjustment to the knot I tied before she nods in approval. She takes the loose ends and ties them in a knot before tossing them through one of the rings that hang from the ceiling. “There’s a stack of ten wooden slabs in the bottom of that cabinet. Can you grab them?”
I find the evenly cut, flat squares of wood right where she said and can’t help but wonder what the hell she’s going to do with them. They’re heavy, but I manage to grab all of them at once and carry the stack over to her. Apparently I’m not the only one wondering. Olbric looks at the blocks with a frown. “Wait, what spell are we casting?” he asks.
Galiva’s grin is mischievous. “A containment spell of sorts, but I’m going to add a twist,” she says. She sets down two stacks of five blocks at Olbric’s feet. She sets them a little more than a shoulder length apart before giving his ass a playful swat. “Step up.”
Olbric gives an exaggerated yelp but does as he’s told. The blocks aren’t huge, but they’re big enough for him to stand comfortably on. They raise him up about a foot off the ground but keep his legs spread. “We’re just doing abjuration?” Olbric asks.
Galiva takes the rope and pulls his arms over his head, though not quite as tight as he had done to me. She at least allows him to keep his feet flat instead of putting him on his toes. “I said there was a twist, didn’t I?” she asks before slapping his ass again.
“What kind of twist?” I ask.
Galiva heads towards the cabinet. “When I heard what you Saw, I got to thinking,” she says. “I started wondering about precautions we can take, in case someone is targeting wizards. Containment spells are great for that. They stop a potential attacker and hold them prone until you release them.” She pulls out another length of rope from the cabinet before grabbing something else. It’s a long pole attached to a sturdy base. But sticking up from the end is a thick leather phallus.
Olbric shifts his weight from one foot to the other on the blocks, his eyes wide. “But what happens if we do contain someone?” Galiva says like a teacher giving a lecture, and I guess she kind of is. “Well, I think I’d like some answers. So this particular containment will add some… necessary pressure that will help us obtain that information,” she says.
“So, what, a cage that causes pain?” I ask. It’s one thing to make a shield, or create a force blast, but this seems like a complicated spell with a lot of elements to it. Galiva sets the phallus down behind Olbric and adjusts the height of it, so it’s just barely poking against his ass.
“Even more subtle – a cage that will only cause pain the more you fight it,” Galiva says with a wicked grin. “Even though I don’t have mastery in enchantment, I’m going to add a bit of it in to try and compel answers.”
Olbric shudders. “Fuck, Galiva – you’re going to be the death of me,” he says. “This sounds ambitious. You think it’ll work?”
Galiva takes another length of rope and circles in front of Olbric, pulling the length of it tight with a quick snap. “Only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
“You’ve never done this spell before?” I ask and step around to watch her. She starts tying the rope around Olbric’s chest, pulling it tight enough that I can see it bite against his skin.
“Not exactly,” she says. “I’ve done spells with similar effects but I’ve never tried to combine them before. Spell casting is all very symbolic. The ropes and knots reflect the type and strength of the containment. The blocks and phallus will create a predicament for Olbric while casting – the more he struggles, the more blocks I’ll take away. You’ll see what goes into enchantment, and the pain – well,” she says with a wicked grin, “I’m planning on using a cane.”
I’m still not sure I understand, but Olbric is already shivering in anticipation, and it sure as hell seems he understands what’s in store for him. “Here, take this over,” she says, and I see that she’s started an intricate lattice of diamond shaped knots around his chest. It takes me a second to figure out how she did them, but after a few false tries, I manage to finish the pattern she started.
She’s not done yet. I watch as she takes a short length of rope and ties it around Olbric’s balls. It’s not complicated, but it tugs them down and wrings a pained little groan from him. Even so, he’s already half hard, and his cock only swells when Galiva ties the knot off.
She circles behind him, her hand trailing over his waist. I notice that all of Olbric’s witty retorts have been silenced. kaçak bahis He watches her with glazed eyes. Galiva takes a bottle from the pocket of her robe and slathers the large phallus before adjusting the height again. Olbric moans as the tip of it pokes into him. Galiva makes sure the base is stable and won’t slip away before nodding in satisfaction.
Finally, she pulls out five focuses from her pocket and slides them over his erect length. Olbric’s breath hisses through his nose and he stands very still, though there’s a distinct tremble in his legs. The blocks he’s on may as well be a pedestal, and I can’t help but admire the sight he is.
He’s lean and tall, even more so all stretched out like he is. Sinewy muscles flex under the cage of ropes Galiva created. His dark hair is tied away from his handsome face, but a few strands have already escaped. A hint of sweat already shines his forehead, and it makes the heat pool in my groin to see him bound and shivering.
“How’s that feel, Olbric?” Galiva asks as she returns to the cabinet. She sorts through a stack of various canes and switches before she finds the one she’s looking for. It’s a wooden cane, no thicker than my pointer finger.
“Good,” he says, a little breathless. He shifts on his pedestal to rise onto his toes before sinking back down. He lets out a little moan as the phallus pushes back into him and rests his head against his bound forearms. “Real good.”
“Gods, you’re an eager little slut, aren’t you?” Galiva asks. The heat in her voice surprises me, but not as much as the vulgarity of her words. “Now, I think you’ve gotten an idea of the game, but just in case, let me be clear. You lift a foot, you lose a block. You answer my questions, and you get relief from the cane. Got it?”
She trails the tip of the cane over Olbric’s trapped erection. He grins and bites back a moan as he worries his lower lip between his teeth. “Got it,” he says. Then, without warning, Galiva brings the cane down on his ass in a loud crack. Olbric yelps and jerks, his eyes shooting wide with surprise. It leaves a long, angry red welt, and I realize that Galiva isn’t here to fuck around.
My cock immediately stirs, but the metal cage around me is unyielding. I take a seat in Olbric’s chair and cross my legs. Staying to watch this may very well be a bad idea, but I’m not about to leave now.
Galiva doesn’t go easy on him. Every crack of the cane makes me wince. She hits his ass, his thighs, his chest, and it gives me a whole new appreciation for what an evocation wizard can take. Olbric shouts and curses at each one, and I can’t imagine how much that little cane must sting. Red welts start to cross his skin, raw and angry. One particularly sharp crack against his calf makes him yelp and lift his foot to try and soothe the spot. Galiva tsks in mock disappointment.
“I thought you were more resilient than that, Olbric,” she says. “You’re so eager to get fucked, so let’s give that ass of yours what it wants, shall we?” She reaches down and taps his foot, removing one of the wood planks before doing the same to the other. Olbric sets his feet back down, a few inches lower than he had been, and the large phallus slides deeper into him. He shudders and lifts himself up onto his toes to try and ease the discomfort of it, but Galiva has set up the predicament well. He can’t pull himself off of it anymore.
She puts the tip of the cane under his chin. His glazed eyes open, and the knot in his throat bobs as he swallows. The hazy expression on his face makes my groin throb. Even at a glance, I can tell that he’s sunk into that conspace he had mentioned. “How does that cock feel?” Galiva purrs. “Big, right? But nothing your loose hole can’t handle, is it?”
Olbric doesn’t answer and Galiva taps the cane hard against his nipple. He swears and clenches his eyes shut but when he opens them again, there’s defiance in his hazy expression. He’s going to make her wring an answer out of him.
Galiva seems more than up for the challenge. With the undersides of his feet exposed, she focuses the cane there. It only takes a few good thwacks before Olbric shouts and tries to dance away from her, swaying precariously on his pedestal. “Pathetic,” she says. “When did the most infamous pain slut in the Crux come undone under a cane? When did you get so soft, Olbric?”
He doesn’t answer, and she removes another plank from under each of his feet. Olbric sinks further down onto the phallus with a muffled cry as he buries his face against his arm. He’s fully on his toes now. His calf muscles work to keep him up, arms held taught in their ropes. He won’t be able to do it forever, though. There’s already the tell-tale tremble of fatigue in his strained limbs.
The cage pinches a little tighter around me. Olbric’s face is a mask of anguish, his chest a map of welts. But even so, his erection strains hard and red under the ropes and focuses. A thin trail of liquid weeps from the tip, and I can’t seem to look away from it. I wonder what it tastes like.
Galiva’s strikes become less frequent and more calculated. She focuses on his inner thighs until it’s a field of fiery red lines. All the while, she’s talking to him. “Who’s mewling now? Do you like that, you little slut?”
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