Chapter 6

Myta opened her eyes, making a small noise in the back of her throat. I couldn't quite tell if it was surprise or gratification. Either reaction was appropriate for the progress she’d just made. The towering tree that represented her soul stood so tall that its limbs seemed to scrape the very sky, and the detail of her inner world was incredible. It was clear that some of that detail had bled over from my own sanctum, our inner worlds simply shared too much in common to believe otherwise. But no matter how it had happened, defining her inner world within minutes was nothing short of miraculous.

“You did well. Very well.” I squeezed her shoulder as I walked past, an unthinking gesture I surprised myself with. It took me only a few steps to reach the enormous oak, despite its apparent distance. In these sorts of spaces distance was flexible, subjective. Placing my hand on the cracked bark, I felt it crumble against my palm. A sign of how damaged she really was. Tilting my head back, I gazed up into the tree’s canopy. It was now so vast and dense above me that I couldn’t see the sky. I did see flickers of silver light above, however. The mana I’d left behind, when I’d cleansed her spiritual wound the previous night.

*I’m worthless, even for this.*

I could still feel the wound itself. Left alone and unhealed it would fester again. I needed to give her something, a focus to help fill the hole her uncertainty and self-loathing had left in her soul. For another patient, I would spend a great deal of time speaking with them, or dreaming with them. Helping them first to understand, and then to work through the poison in their heart. With Myta, I had another way.

I felt the **** bond, the tether that connected our spirits, calling to me. Not literally of course, but the empty aching inside of her was longing for direction, and the bond was designed to influence and control. From the moment I’d seen the shape of her spirit, I’d known that I wanted her. Here was my perfect opportunity to take what I wanted, while giving her what she needed. I bent all my will to the link, clearing my mind of anything but the purpose I wished to give her. A simple, uncomplicated path to filling that emptiness she felt.

*You will find your worth in serving me.*

I had thought it would be difficult, that her soul would struggle against my direction. That is why I set my will so firmly, but I could not have been more wrong. Her soul soaked up my intent like water hitting dry desert sand, seemingly **** to obey, grateful for a path forward. Mana surged between our spirits, and the tree shook, as though caught in a hurricane. Still gazing upwards, I saw clumps of dead leaves bursting into brilliant flames. The branches high above becoming crowned with crimson and silver light. I could feel the tether between us strengthening, our spirits binding even more firmly together. Even our souls touched.

Behind me, Myta cried out, falling to her knees. I could feel her confusion and wonder as a pain she had not even been able to articulate was eased. She was still a very long way from healed, but for the first time in years, she felt a stirring of hope. I turned and moved to her, closing the space between us with a single step. Drawing her to her feet, I gazed into the eyes of my companion. As in the memory of her past, I tangled my fingers in her hair. Gasping at the intensity of my expression, she tried to pull away, but I pulled her full against me. Reflexively she struggled, and I wrapped my other arm about her waist, letting her feel my possessive desire. With our souls so close, there was little need for words

In the physical world, if she had the strength of her prime as she currently appeared to, my strength would have been no match for hers. I was a healer, not a warrior after all. But in the inner world I was far stronger, even when it was her inner world that we inhabited. She could sense this, but she still struggled, deliberately stoking my passions. Her resistance raised a feeling in me that lay somewhere between amusement, outrage, and joy. And all of these feelings were hazed over with lust. I hauled her head back and to the side, exposing her throat to me, and bit her at the join of neck and shoulder. Shuddering, her knees went weak, and she sank a little against me. This put me in a better position, my teeth digging deeper into her flesh. Deep enough that I knew the blunt indentations I left in her skin would be seeping blood.

“You belong to me now.” My voice was raspy with desire. It was an absurd statement, she had already been my ****, spirit-bound to me. But still she whimpered as she tried to nod.

“Yes, master.” We both knew that this was something more profound than any money based contract, or even the spiritual tether that had already bound us. Like myself, she was caught in the grip of intense and complex emotions. Fear, euphoria, and desire all scattered her thoughts. But there was not a single shred of doubt to be found. I lowered her onto a bed of soft moss, her shuddering breaths like music in my ear. When I visited Myta’s vision of the past, I had shared my senses with her, brute forcing her pleasure during the encounter. My behavior had been somewhat constrained by her real memory of the event. Now however, I could take my time with her.

I laid out beside my red headed partner, her on her back and me on my side, putting my leg over hers. I just wanted the contact, the feel of her body under mine, even just in part. I kept myself propped up on one elbow, affording me a clear view of her body, and generous access for my free arm. First I traced my fingertips over her face, exploring for sensitive areas, just seeing how she liked to be touched. I could tell that the attention was making her anxious, self conscious, and overwhelmed. Her tension radiated in the air, and showed in her squirming. In the way she was almost, but not quite, trying to escape me.

“Master, please let me take care of you.” her voice was high and breathy, her tone strained. I just chuckled. I knew it was the nervous excitement of someone out of their depth, but still anticipating what might come next. Testing my influence over this world I took one of her wrists in a firm grip, pressing it to the ground above her head. At my urging a thick root emerged from the soil, curling about her wrist to pin it in place. It was nearly as easy as manipulating my own sanctum, and I pinned her other wrist the same way.

“You will serve as it suits me,” I kept my voice kind, but firm. “And right now it suits me to inspect my new ****.”

I didn’t wait fo a response, and hadn’t expected one, but her body answered me anyway. Her arms strained briefly against their bindings, testing that they were as secure as they seemed. When she was unable to so much as budge them a wave of languorous relaxation flowed through her body. She still pulled against me, but it was more a sensuous writhe than a nervous wriggle, as though she found her confinement to be a pleasurable comfort. I returned to my exploration, finding that she responded well to the touch of my fingers on her lips, and my lips behind her ears. Heading lower, I indulged myself in fondling her high, firm breasts. Overall they were fairly sensitive, though her nipples were not especially so. But taking her whole breast in my hand and squeezing it harshly drew a surprised, and surprising, cry of pleasure from her. The sides of her belly were ticklish, though not in an arousing way,

I skipped down to her legs, finding that her entire legs were incredibly sensitive. She was a bit ticklish there as well, but this time as a pleasurable response, and her thighs also responded well to the same rough treatment as her breasts. When I was done exploring, I summoned more roots to bind her ankles back to her thighs, then push her knees back and apart. Thus pinned, the treasure between her legs was spread and exposed for me, glistening slightly from my handling of her. She was completely unshorn, which was hardly a surprise, but I wanted a cleaner view. With a swipe of my hand most of the hair fell away from her sex, leaving her with just a modest patch of short crimson fuzz on her mound.

Myta’s sex was surprisingly petite, with thin outer lips, and slightly protruding inner ones. The hood of her pearl was pronounced and slightly swollen, though not yet pulled back to reveal that particular prize. Despite that, her scent was powerful and rich, a smoky odor that carried an undertone of cinnamon. I put my hands on the backs of her thighs, leaning in for my first taste. When my mouth grazed her lower lips, I was glad for the restraints. Myta thrashed violently, or would have if her legs had been freebto move. Far from trying to escape, my explorations had simply left her far too keyed up, such that even the slightest touch there overwhelmed her. Obviously she had some sexual experience, but the crude and selfish fumblings of brothel patrons had left her completely unprepared for something like this.

I didn’t allow her movements, or her sharp cry, to dissuade me. However, I went slowly as I applied my tongue to her entrance, licking slowly up towards her pearl. I paused, then did the same thing several more times. Letting her get used to that sensation, and savoring her taste, which exactly as she smelled. Shortly, her muscles stopped straining and jerking against the roots, and her torso began to roll in slow waves. Once that happened, I began to nibble at her pouting lips, slipping the tip of my tongue between them until she bloomed like a flower.

Deciding she was ready for the next step, I sucked on my own index finger, generously coating it in my saliva. I thought she was more than wet enough, but I was determined to keep her from any discomfort. I slipped it between the lips of her sex, just teasing her entrance. Myta’s pearl had become exposed, and I put my mouth over it. I gave it a long, slow swipe with my tongue, sliding my finger into her at the same time.

I had reason to be grateful this was a vision and not reality, as she let out a scream, convulsing as though struck by lightning. In another setting she might have injured herself. My finger slipped into her with ease, her soaked core squeezing around it. I quickly set to rubbing circles inside her. Angling toward her belly, but not pressing hard up into that bundle of nerves inside her. Meanwhile my tongue made lazy circles around her pearl, until her muscles began to relax. Myta was… very responsive. Her body was an instrument eager to be played, a tool begging to be used. I could feel her sensations bleeding through the substance of her inner world, and through our bond.

I decided not to torment her too much. I stopped before she peaked once, slipped a second finger inside her now sodden pussy, then took her near her peak again. She was panting now, each breath coming out with a noise that was half-pleading half-growl. I took a break to dry my fingers, now a bit too wet for proper friction. As her breathing calmed, I used the time to admire the view before me. Myta’s well-muscled and sleek torso squirmed on the ground, her skin flushed to a slightly darker gray. Her hair was wild and tangled, spread like a halo against the bed of moss by the thrashing of her head. Her nipples were so dark they were almost black; small but hard, and thrust out like spearheads. I moved in closer on my knees, rubbing the tip of my cock against her very eager flower, setting the tip just barely inside.

“Yes master, please!” My **** was longing for the kind of joining she had never experienced, and I would ensure she had it. I wrapped my left hand around my shaft, just behind the head, ensuring that the **** rocking of her hips wouldn’t have me inside her before I intended. Then my right hand attended her nub of flesh just above. It didn’t take long, less than a minute for my circling thumb to push her into climax.

I kept my thumb circling her pearl, as her breath first stilled, and then came out in another powerful scream. I kept rubbing her through her peak, continuing even as the wet friction became too much for her. Then I moved my hand and thrust my own hips forward, burying myself in her with one smooth, measured motion. I had deliberately not opened up her sex quite enough, and I reveled in the feeling as I **** my way into her slightly too-tight channel. Only when I was seated fully within her, did I cease tormenting her pearl with my thumb.

I began rocking my hips, beginning with a few slow, shallow thrusts, but ramping up quickly. I didn’t give Myta much time to adjust. I wanted her to feel overwhelmed, to come completely undone. Even if I hadn’t had a sense of her emotions and sensations, her sobbing cries would have told me I had succeeded in that. The intensity, both of the physical sensations and my feelings of possessive gratification, were quickly too much. I managed to drive her through another two, lesser climaxes, before I found my own release.

When I withdrew, I immediately dismissed the binding roots. Myta was sobbing from the intensity of her climax as I drew her into my arms. I curled up with her on the soft ground. Murmuring encouraging words into her ear until her crying calmed, and we both then drifted off into true sleep.