Chapter Two: Lynn

“Lynn, do me a favour would you?”

“Of course, sir. What do you need?”

“That case over there. I’m afraid it’s a bit heavy for me to fit on the carriage. Take care of it, would you?”

“Sure, that’s not a problem at all! S-sir! I mean sir! Sorry! I’m new to this!”

Her master gave a low rich chuckle. The sound set her heart to flutter just as it always did. The man who she worked for was not young by human standards but it seemed odd to Lynn that he had not been able to raise the case himself. It was a small wooden thing, loaded with instruments of mysticism, bottles, beakers and alchemical supplies.

She didn’t think it was dangerous. Her master wouldn’t put her at risk like that. Even so, she was careful. Unlike most of her kind, Lynn had been born clumsy. She might have had aspects of a cat but certainly not the grace of one.

That’s what her mother had always said. Lynn had laughed and nodded along with the joke but secretly it had always hurt just a little. Her reflexes were clumsy, not like other cat-folk. She was, by their standards, a failure. It had always haunted her deep down. That no matter how much she tried, she simply wasn’t good enough. That she couldn’t measure up to her peers and probably never would.

But right now such grim thoughts were far from her mind. It was because of those exact same flaws that she’d been in the right place at the right time to be noticed by her master.

To think that she was now the personal maid of a respected mystic. The thought made her squirm and the thought of just how it would annoy her old friends and bullies only added a little bit of extra delight.

Not only did she work for an important man, but he was so nice. So kind. Not a harsh taskmaster at all. In fact, he did most of the work himself with magic.

“I like company,” he said when she asked. “An extra pair of hands is appreciated but really I’m hiring you for your presence. A friendly face is worth a mountain of gold.”

A friendly face! He liked her as more than just a servant. It made her feel giddy, like a schoolgirl with her first crush, though she did her best to keep things as professional as she could.

Yet sometimes, she wondered how obvious she was being. When she turned, she’d often find Tomas staring at her. A small smile on his face. His eyes would glitter and he’d wave and Lynn would flush and look away as her heart hammered like a drum.

Why was working with the man so hard? He was just so charming and nice! This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. Humans were supposed to be cruel, they were dominant and powerful. A civilization to be feared! Their armies were respected, yes. Their magic was renowned.

But they weren’t supposed to be nice.

Yet here he stood in defiance of all expectation.

A shiver passed through her body as the wind brushed against her naked leg. Her hand tugged uselessly at the short hem of her skirt. It rose almost to her inner thigh. She wished for a moment that she had been able to wear more but-

-But her mind seemed to slide away from that thought before she could settle on it. The sound of prancing hooves filled the yard as four horses moved into position. In a normal place, they’d be accompanied by trained hands, trailing a court of minders, handlers and riders.

Here, they were on their own. Four horses. Each as black as the night, speckled with streaks of grey that made them out to be reflections of the starry void. They regarded her with imperious eyes. She didn’t know what they were or if they were even real horses at all. But they served the role and as they moved into position, she hooked them to the carriage.

Tomas, meanwhile, was busy making some final preparations. Lynn couldn’t help herself - she shot a gaze at him as he worked.

He was not a young man but was a tall one. His beard was streaked with grey and he wore long robes. He had a hat as well but for once he’d opted to leave it behind. His staff was already stowed away with the luggage.

“Isn’t that dangerous sir?” She asked before she could think better.

“Dangerous? I’m not sure what you mean.”

“T-the staff!” She stuttered. “If something happens, won’t you need it? Like if there are bandits or…”

She trailed off. It wasn’t like she was in any place to question him! If he said that there was no danger, who was she to doubt? Just some catfolk maid?

“Oh, I see,” he gave a delightful chuckle. “You don’t need to worry about that, Lynn. A mystic is more than his staff.”

To demonstrate he raised a hand. With a click of his fingers, an orb of flame sprang into existence cupped against the palm.

“The staff is a focus. An anchor if you will. But it only makes things easier. What I am, I am by my own power alone.”

He half turned, shooting her a beaming smile.

“So don’t worry. If bandits come across us on the road, I’ll be more than happy to keep you safe.”

She felt like she wanted to melt into a puddle on the spot.

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“An impressive attempt, my dear. But a failed one.”

Tomas stood in his tower, surrounded by the ancient stone walls which reverberated with his magic. The seat of his power and the place where he was strongest. Energy, mana, the life-pulse of the universe itself surged through him like a tide.

At times like this, everything else seemed to fall away. His generalised irritation at the universe, his ageing body, his lack of an apprentice, all of it seemed so paltry and distant.

Magic. Raw. Powerful. Seething. The very **** of creation. Before there had been men. Before there had been life. Before the mountains themselves had risen from dust, there had been this.

And he wielded it.

It was almost enough to humble even Tomas.

Almost.

Tiana was frozen again. Her body lunging forward, one hand closed about the handle of a hidden blade - he had no idea how she’d gotten it - while the other was thrown back for balance. Her legs were wide but he’d taken the liberty of making some modifications compared to how she had been when she attacked.

For one, she was wearing a lot less clothes. Her body was bared, her pussy exposed. He’d spread her legs a bit. Not far enough to ruin the pose, but just enough to give him the best possible view. Her ass was also very tempting and he trailed a hand across it, chuckling to himself as he imagined how she would react if only she could.

“You’ve been frozen for a day now,” he told her unmoving form. “I’d ask if you’d learned your lesson but even if that was a thing you were capable of, it’s not as if you’re even able to think right now.”

He paced, moving back and forth. With one eye, he admired her form. Slender for the beast-kin, but still powerful by human standards. Her claws glittered, her tendons were taut. With just one moment, just one motion, she could rip his throat out and all the magic in the world wouldn’t save him.

He knew this. That dichotomy was what made his power so delicious. The only thing keeping her from attacking him and killing him, from tearing him limb from limb as she dearly wanted to do, was his own mastery. His will and his will alone.

For a man like him there was no stronger addiction.

His eyes fell on the knife. It glittered, and a faint sense of magic extended from it. Curious enough to warrant further investigation? He pried it from her frozen fingers.

“This knife is one of mine… but I didn’t enchant it. Been working, have you? Learning? I do suppose I shouldn’t have let you use the library on your own, but what harm could it do?”

Though he didn’t show it, he was impressed. Learning even basic magic was difficult. Sure, she had the tomes here. The books and the centuries of accumulated knowledge. But it was a deluge. A flood of facts and learning and dry information. So much to learn and yet so little of it actually applicable to a beginner level.

“You did well.”

He flipped the blade, easily catching it with one hand. The enchantment was unstable. The metal already wearing. Improperly bound, magic was corrosive and would eat away at its vessel. He judged the knife would last for a week. No longer.

The runes carved into the handle were what he’d expected. Nullification, negation.

“That’s where you made your mistake. You imagine my binding like a bubble. If you strike with the knife first, it would pop, yes? Or at least you would penetrate. But that’s where your self-taught understanding fails. The concept doesn’t work. Magic isn’t static like that. It’s alive, running, changing, evolving minute to minute. The thing you imagined is a thing that no mage could do. Not even me.”

He paused, realising both that she could not hear him and also that he was talking to her as if she were an apprentice.

“Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

The knife clattered to the ground and he stepped closer. Tiana’s frozen body was as always a thing of grace. The sight caused his blood to surge. He’d intended to ignore her for at least a few more days. There were far more important things on his mind than magically bound ex-thieves.

But perhaps he had some time to play after all?

His hand lashed out in a slap against her face! The ringing sound filled the stone room. Tiana didn’t react. Didn’t stagger or recoil but that didn’t save her. He struck her again and again, enjoying the feeling. He trailed his strikes across her chest and face. Never hard enough to damage, but enjoying the feel and the weight of the impacts that he delivered.

Her pussy was not wet as his other hand found it, but that was only because he didn’t give her the chance. His fingers curled around the bud of her clitoris and he twisted.

Oh, how she’d scream if she only could!

His left hand formed into a fist and he struck her in the gut, harder now. Only the magically induced stasis kept her standing.

“I keep telling you, you stupid girl. It doesn’t matter how you do it. It doesn’t matter how you try to be clever. It doesn’t matter what tricks you come up with.”

Two of his fingers entered her pussy, pumping furiously back and forth as if to drive in his words. The spell which bound her was a demonstration of his mastery but even Tomas didn’t know how far it extended.

It was very possible some part of her was feeling all of this. But even if it didn’t, as soon as he released her it would hit her at once.

“And what will you be then?” He asked. “A dripping, mewling mess of a woman, Pain and pleasure and humiliation all together. That will be what you feel! Just punishment for trying to rob me. For thinking that I - Tomas the Mystic - would not protect my treasures with all of my abilities.”

His hand pumped furiously, moving faster and faster. He imagined how her hips would buck, how she’d moan and cry and squirm.

If only she could.

Meanwhile, his other hand moved up, delivering a stinging slap to her chest before his fingers moved to her nipples. He twisted and teased and pulled, enjoying how he could switch between gentle and tender and demanding and cruel.

But before too much longer his own arousal came to the fore. His cock grew hard and stuff, the sound of his blows combined with the helpless sight of her body only made him want to possess her more.

The tip of his shaft pressed against the lower lips of her pussy. Her labia spread to allow it, and he grinned in anticipation. One hand now moved to her clit, kneading and stroking while the other played with her chest.

“If only you could feel it.”

His first thrust filled her and Tomas groaned as he felt himself sink into her folds. Wetness and tightness followed. Heat and flashing pleasure! He didn’t know if it was the spell or if she was just naturally this way but it always turned him on just how ready she was to be fucked.

Her core gripped him, the feeling so powerful and primal. His little pet slut, utterly helpless. Completely dependent. With no will or power of her own that he didn’t give.

It made his cock throb. It filled him with heat. It brought a frenzied life to his imaginings. The little grunts and moans that she would make if only she was allowed.

But she didn’t moan or grunt. She was still. Absolutely motionless like a statue. Like a thing.

If only she was this compliant during her free hours!

He felt her body close to his own. His thrusts were long and slow, dragging out every moment and every feeling. Her pussy was warm and wet, holding onto him as if it never wanted to let him go.

“My dear,” he grunted, “your body speaks far more eloquently than your lips.”

The pleasure rose through him, each motion only intensified the feeling of frenzy that poured from the tip of his head to his toes. It was so good, the power combined with the wet pleasure that came from her body. Tomas moaned. His hands gripped her tightly now. His thrusts growing faster and faster and faster.

She was frozen, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel good. Frankly, he preferred her this way. Though it was fun sometimes to enjoy her cries of rage. But right now he could feel himself building. Tightness grew between his legs. Each thrust of his shaft was a whippering blaze of delight. He couldn’t hold himself back for much longer but fortunately, he didn’t have to.

Tomas spasmed. His cock convulsed as he filled Tiana with his seed. He came and came until he felt that he surely had nothing else to spend. Only then did he withdraw.

He chuckled at the sight of his cum spilling from her pussy. Pooling below her spread legs. If she could, she would shield herself. She would cover her body.

She would certainly try to kill him.

But she could do none of these things.

That was the real meaning of mastery.

Still.

As he regarded her, he felt something stirring within his chest. It was not boredom. He could do this forever and just imagining all of the ways he could use her, willing or not, filled him with lust and excitement. It made his cock twitch even so soon after a climax and he was half tempted to have his way with her again.

But he did have other things to do. Important things, even. And if he was honest, it galled him how far she’d advanced in the mystic arts without a teacher.

How was it that some half-feral beast-kin girl could teach herself the rudiments of runic magic and yet the finest apprentices he could find were to a man, idiots?

Tomas turned, storming across the room. His pleasant mood utterly ruined by the resurgence of his constant troubles.

Idiots! Fools! Stumbling, blind, weak-willed simpletons! No matter who came to him, no matter what raw talent they possessed, each of them always failed in the end. He told them. He warned them. Time and time and time again.

Talent was not enough.

Riches were not enough.

Willpower was a good start but only the start! If you relied on it too much, you would falter. If you were lucky, you’d merely die in a backfire.

Often you would not be so fortunate. Tomas would readily admit he was a cruel man. But even he had felt sympathy for a few of his apprentices who had pushed too far too soon. He’d granted them the only reprieve he could at that point. Even for him, there were things that couldn’t be fixed.

He cast his eye back to the knife.

“Half of my students would have died trying to make that. For the other half, it would have taken months. I’d know if you spent months on a project. This took weeks at most.”

He ran one hand through his thick beard, groaning with the usual self-absorbed anger at the world.

“Truly the gods are testing me. They finally send me someone with more than an inkling of actual, real potential and they make her you.”

But Tomas was not the sort of man to ruminate long on things he could not fix. He wasn’t given to spirals of doom. Instead, he sought solutions. He looked from Tiana, her naked body exposed and dripping, then to the knife. It was ageing before his very eyes but for someone who had no formal training? It was an achievement.

He was no fool. He would not hand her power that she would use against him. There were games and then there was absolute stupidity.

“If only you were someone else,” he muttered. “I would take someone - even a girl - who had the talent that you do! Maybe finally I’d have an assistant worthy of the title!”

An idea struck him then. A bolt from the blue, like an arrow hurled from the abyss of his subconscious. Maybe it had been the words he’d used. Maybe they’d sparked something. Maybe it had been boiling in the back of his mind already and the words were merely an extension of that.

Either way, he found himself exploring the borders of a new plan. A rare sense of excitement gripped him. It would be a difficult task in spellwork alone. Beyond most mages. Beyond even the stasis spell with which he’d bound her.

It was, in short, the sort of challenge that he lived for.

But Tomas was not some eager child about to make the same mistakes as his apprentices. He would prepare. He would set foundations.

“Time for a test, I think.”

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“Oh don’t worry, my dear, I’ll protect you from the bandits.”

“Shut up!”

“Oh, she was so worried. Poor little Lynn. So concerned about her master that she even had to ask about my staff!”

“If I could I would tear you limb from limb!”

“But you can’t.”

Tomas laughed. The sound was barking and loud, rising across the lonesome road that they were following. In the distance, there was the retreating shape of his home. Surrounding them, a thick forest of heavy trees. The four horses - magically animated - set their own pace and were quite capable of moving without his intervention.

Which meant that he got to spend his time tormenting Tiana,

She glared at him. Hatred throbbing with every expression. Her muscles taut, her claws extended. With one move she could carve him into pieces.

But they both knew she couldn’t make that move.

“Do it,” he taunted. “What will poor little Lynn think when she realises that she’s murdered the master she adores?”

“I’m not Lynn!”

The claws sliced out. Tomas ducked low and they swung over his head. Since she would have frozen if she’d actually intended to hit him, he could assume the miss was on purpose.

“Are you so sure you’re not? It’s the same body, isn’t it? The same feelings? The same history? More or less.”

“More or less? You twisted my mind!”

“I gave you memories. A new persona. An innocent little maid. That’s a real stretch for you, isn’t it? The legendary thief. The cat-folk rogue who robbed a hundred men. Now reduced to a naive farm girl given the chance to serve her betters.”

“Bastard!”

“And so, so happy about it too,” he chuckled. “Don’t think I don’t see those looks that Lynn shoots me.”

“Those are her doing! She’s not real! She’s a thing you made! Just a mockery.”

“Wrong. She’s still you, my dear. I just added some filters. Those feelings and thoughts? They come from you not me. Who could have known that all this time, you just wanted people to be nice to you?”

He grinned, touching her face with one gentle hand.

“I can be nice to you now if you like.”

She hissed in response. It took all of her self-control not to try to tear out his throat.

“One day,” Tiana promised. “One day, I’ll be free. When I am, don’t think your suffering will be over soon. You implanted thoughts in me. You made her act that way. Lynn is not me.”

She shot a flat glare at the man, mastering the emotion in her voice.

“She’s not even nearly me.”

“Deny if you like. If it helps you. But we both know it’s not the case. Could I have implanted those thoughts? Yes, because bluntly speaking I am a genius. Did I do it? No. It’s so much more humiliating for you if you know they’re your own.

“Yes, I could have done it. I could have made you into my little puppet, hollowed out your mind. Made you what I wanted you to be. But that would have ruined everything. You see, Tiana, I want you to know. I want you to know that Lynn is part of you. That she is inside you. That she IS you. That deep down, you’re that nervous farm girl turned maid with such a crush on her handsome older master that she is so sure she’s hiding. I want you to know that as I play with her.”

Tiana growled. Her tone was low and deep. Her hands flexed and she shot him the most furious look she ever had.

“You’re disgusting. You know that?”

“And you’re a thief, my dear who has robbed hundreds. Let’s not cast stones, eh? Neither of us is a particularly good person. It’s just your misfortune that when we met I had the upper hand.”

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“Sir, where are we going?”

The road stretched ever onwards now. The forest had fallen behind them and with it had gone Lynn’s fear of bandits. Before them now there were rolling fields and hills between which the path wound like a stone snake. In the distance, there was the shape of farms and buildings and now and then they were passed by fellow travellers.

It was all so exciting! She’d never been this far from home before! It filled her with a spark, with a sense of discovery and excitement. The world was such a big place but Lynn had seen so very little of it. It was at once both scary and exhilarating.

If she had been alone she’d have been scared. Worried. The unknown had always terrified her even when she was young. The whispering words of the dark, the shadows of the old stone buildings that her imagination had populated with monsters. The very real dangers of living so far from civilization. All of these things had left her with a certain unease surrounding the concept of change.

But she wasn’t alone. Tomas was there. His presence was firm calm and confident and whenever she started to feel nervous, she would just look back at him and feel the warmth spreading through her body.

It was indecent! The man had a power. An attraction. All of those tales about maids falling for their masters were supposed to be just stupid stories!

How could it be actually happening?

“Hmmm?”

He turned back to regard her. Her cheeks flushed red and she ducked her face towards the ground.

“U-um, I was wondering why we’re travelling sir? Not that you can’t travel! You travel all the time and I understand that! It’s just… I thought you didn’t intend to do it again for a while? Didn’t you just get back? It’s strange that you’re rushing out again. Did something happen?”

He held her gaze levelly for a few moments. His eyes were deep and rich and she felt like she couldn’t look away. As if he could peer into her eyes and read all of her thoughts. She really hoped he couldn’t because right now, her thoughts were far from decent!

“You might say that,” he said after a few moments. “When I returned home I didn’t intend to travel again for quite some time. I had funds and supplies to last for several years with judicious care. I anticipated a period of research and work with minimal interruptions from the outside world. A chance to refine my considerable talents.”

“Refine them?” She gaped at him. “Aren’t you already legendary for what you can do?”

“Thank you for noticing,” he shot her a grin which made her heart dance. “But there is always more to learn. Even for me. One doesn’t become famous by resting when they’re on top. That’s how you end up replaced and forgotten. Always forward. Always upwards! Yes, I intended on a period of self-reflection and improvement, but…”

Here his voice trailed off. There was a note in it. Something she wasn’t sure about. It couldn’t be worry, could it?

“I received a summons.”

“You, sir? A summons? Who could summon you?”

“Very few people,” he chuckled. “My old master was one of them.”

“That’s impossible,” she said before she could catch herself. “Your old master has to be long dead by now, doesn’t he?”

Her face coloured she realised what she was implying but Tomas’ deep chuckle filled the carriage.

“Correct, Lynn. I am not as youthful as I was. My master was not young when he trained me. When I was declared ready to stand on my own, he was nearly eighty. Since then, it’s been almost thirty years. If he still lives, he should be around one hundred and ten. Such things are not unknown, but it is unlikely. Moreover, there is more…”

“More?”

“I watched him die.”

Silence followed. Thick and oily. Lynn didn’t know what to say to that. How did you respond to that kind of thing?

“So you see,” Tomas went on. “A summons from a dead man, sent in a way that only he could. A most curious thing. How could I refuse?”

“What do you think happened? Is it really him?”

“I do not know and that is the truth of it. I watched him die. I buried his body myself. There was no life left in him. Not a drop. And yet…”

“So he’s a ghost?”

“Perhaps. Or something more.”

“More, sir? I don’t understand.”

“Lynn, I am a healer. That is my calling and my role. My master too was a healer. But what is a healer? Can you tell me that?”

“You… you repair flesh. You mend and heal.”

“Correct in the most basic sense. But you must go deeper. How do we mend flesh? How can we heal? The power of a healer is connected to the energy of life itself. To primal vitality. We invoke and control and channel it, using wards, runes, and spells to harness its power. Do you know why healing is one of the hardest arts to master?”

She shook her head.

“Because the **** we harness fights back. It is life itself. It doesn’t like to be constrained or channelled or controlled. It doesn’t want to be used. It wants to grow, to consume, to spread itself forever. If unleashed without focus, it would surely kill the poor target in an agony of growth, rejuvenation and regeneration. Bones would twist and break and heal, muscles tear and knit. Organs would burst and rupture and grow anew.”

Lynn made a face. She couldn’t help but imagine it. A horrific moment of both agony and rejuvenation as your body shifted and burst and refused to die even as you desperately screamed for it to end.

“Now you see,” Tomas said slowly, “Why my apprentices do not last long. Finding someone able to channel and control that power is one in a million. Finding someone willing to keep trying after they learn what a mistake can do? Even rarer.”

“But how does this relate to your master?”

Tomas brooded, watching the rolling road for several moments. The sun was beginning to dip now, casting crimson fingers across the sky. They would have to make camp soon.

“He was a master in fact as well as in title. Able to harness the energy of life as well as I can. No, perhaps even better than I can as galling as it is to admit. I wonder. There was a theory, a hypothesis he pursued for most of my career as his student. I thought him mad. He sought to cross the border between **** and life.”

“And now you think he succeeded.”

“Perhaps. It could also be a false summons, or some kind of mistake or….well, I need to know for sure.”

They made camp in the lee of a craggy hill. There was an outcrop of trees near the foot which served as a windbreak and Lynn was sent to gather wood as Tomas set about preparing the location. As she did - effortlessly picking up even the thickest branches - she couldn’t help but muse on what he had told her.

The ways of mystics were strange and the idea of one seeking a solution to **** seemed logical to her. But the thought that he might have succeeded was something else entirely! Her mind turned and turned but eventually, she was **** to admit there would be no resolution for now.

Eventually, she judged she’d gathered enough wood for the night and returned to the camp. Tomas had already erected a tent and was waiting for her beside the empty firepit.

“Ah, thank you, Lynn,” he said. “Or should I say, Tiana?”

Lynn froze at that word. For an instant, there was a moment of change and transition. She was sinking, falling away and something else was rising up. She felt rage, fury like she’d never experienced before and-

And the logs tumbled to the ground as she gave a howl.

Tiana surged forward, but she pulled the blow before it could land. Tomas watched her with an annoying smirk.

“Did you enjoy your break? You seem to have dropped the wood. Ah well. Lynn can be punished for it.”

“Bastard!”

She looked around. The scent of greenery on the wind combined with the free-flowing breeze told her that they weren’t in the tower anymore. She looked to Tomas.

“Where are we?”

“On the road, my dear. By the way, how are you enjoying your uniform? I choose it specially.”

Her eyes flickered down. Her uniform was indecent. It was what you got if someone started with the idea of a maid dress and then got all too carried away. It was tight, it was short, it was revealing and clung to her body in a way that let her know the material was expensive. It technically showed nothing vital and yet hinted at everything. From the way it wrapped around her waist to how it showed off her chest.

She gave a howl of indignity. Her face coloured red.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tomas said. “Of course, Lynn doesn’t realise just how indecent her clothes are. It’s far too much fun watching her running back and forth dressed like a stripper. Poor, innocent girl, she doesn’t even realise she’s showing off.”

“Shut up.”

“She doesn’t even realise how many times my cock has been inside her.”

“Shut. Up.”

“Oh I don’t think so. I’m enjoying this far too much. Do you know Lynn shares your memories? Modified a little bit, of course. But I can ask her things. Things you would never tell me. She’ll oh so happily spill them to her amazing, gentle master. So you lived in a distant village did you?”

She snarled again, her eyes flashed but he went on.

“And you were scared of the dark until you were sixteen. Imagine that. A thief scared of the dark.”

“You have no idea of the things that the dark contained!”

“No? Well, Lynn does. Maybe I should ask her.”

A slow grin formed across Tiana’s face. “If you do, prepare to have nightmares.”

“Curious. Very curious. And I shall have to look into it. Assuming of course you are not bluffing. Would you like to know what I am going to do with Lynn next?”

“Do I have a choice?”

She crossed her arms, glaring at him with every sign of disinterest. But as always her senses were alert. Seeking something, anything she could use. If they were travelling, that meant the environment would be new. Different. The mystic would be away from his place of power. Could she use that? Perhaps.

“Not particularly,” Tomas said. “You see, I’ve decided it’s time that Lynn and I get a little closer. The poor girl has such a crush on me. I wonder how she’ll respond when she realises we have to share a tent? I wonder what could happen then? Nearly anything, right? I wonder just how far it will go…”

She couldn’t restrain herself, she knew how it would end but Tiana still threw herself forward. Her claws scythed through the air. If she could just reach his throat before the spell triggered she’d accept eternal stasis if it meant dragging him down too!

“Lynn!”

The word hit her hard. The name burned, flashing across her mind as all that was Tiana seemed to dissolve and -

-and Lynn came to a stumbling halt. Her eyes were wide with confusion. She didn’t know what had been happening but she had been moving fast? She looked down, seeing the logs scattered across the floor.

“Oh no. I tripped, didn’t I? Oh, I’m so sorry, sir! I’ve made such a mess!”

She started to gather them up again, cursing herself for her clumsiness as she bent over. Tomas watched her body, enjoying the private little show she was putting on.

“It’s quite alright, Lynn.” He said. “We all make mistakes. In fact, I’ve made one as well.”

“You have, sir? That seems impossible.”

“Quite! But I assure you even I am prone to the occasional error. There were supposed to be two tents but yours wasn’t packed.”

“Oh…”

She gazed at the single tent which dominated the site.

“Well, it won’t be the first time I slept without a tent. We have a fire and I’ll be sheltered from the wind, so it should be fine.”

“Nonsense! I’ll have no maid of mine sleeping rough outside of a tent! We will share.”

“Share? But sir, the tent is so small!”

“It was meant for a single person, after all. I don’t mind. Do you?”

“N-no, but…”

But sleeping in the same tent as her master? Being around him when he was half-dressed? The idea made her skin tingle! How could she tell him that it made her all hot and bothered?

Then again, judging by the look he was giving her, he already knew. Surely that couldn’t be the case, could it? She just wanted to sink into the earth! Before she could muster the courage to ask, he looked away.

“Let’s get the fire sorted.”

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Tomas leaned back, enjoying the sight of Lynn at work as she set the fire. True to his commands, she didn’t realise how short or how revealing her dress was. Though, he noted that she sometimes absent-mindedly pulled at the hem of the skirt. As if her subconscious was aware but simply could not get the message through to the rest of her.

He enjoyed teasing her subtly. Poking her with the fact that there was only one tent. Watching her face colour and hearing her stuttering responses. Whenever she said a particularly fun line, he would bring Tiana forth. Her angry and frustrated looks only served to counterpoint Lynn’s innocence.

He loved it. His cock was already so hard and arousal twisted through him like a blade. He did his best to conceal it from Lynn, though to Tiana he could be more obvious.

He cupped her face and stroked her legs, and whispered in her ear exactly what he was going to do. Her furious reaction made it all the more delightful and the lurking sense of danger that sparked between them was like a ****!

All that kept him alive was his own spell. The binding he’d placed on her. Tiana’s hands flexed, her claws unsheathing with each sinuous motion. With a single movement, she could lash out. Open his throat or tear into his chest.

He put himself right in her way, making it easy. Daring her to try. All she had to do was take the shot. Maybe she’d be lucky?

But Tiana, full of anger as she was, knew all too well that there was no point so she opted for barbs instead. Throwing insults and snarled words of anger. Tomas would return with lines taken from Lynn. Innocent little admissions, stuttering moments of vulnerability.

It was easy enough to make Tiana flush. He didn’t know if it was anger or shame, though he certainly expected it was both.

When he grew bored with Tiana, he would call back Lynn. Her teasing was more subtle. He was intoxicated with the reactions she would give. The soft sighs or moans as he brushed against her body. The way her eyes lingered on his own when she thought he wasn’t looking. The sheer adoration on her face when he gave her even the faintest praise!

He called Tiana back a few times, just to repeat choice lines. Just to watch as her face shifted from one to the other. From hate to love and love to hate. This was what it meant to have power. To have control.

After a while, he decided that it was high time to begin the next phase of the game.

“It’s getting late, Lynn, we should probably sleep soon. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow.”

She nodded mutely. A trace of nerves danced across her face.

“A-are you sure you want me in the tent, sir? I don’t mind sleeping out here! You know I don’t.”

“As I said, no servant of mine is going to sleep outside. Undress.”

“Of course, sir.”

It didn’t even occur to her that undressing in front of him was anything unusual. As soon as he said it, her hands moved to her dress and Tomas gave a small smile. He shifted, just a little so that he would watch as she bared herself to him.

He’d seen her naked before as Tiana, but Lynn was different. Her body language was shy and submissive. The power he held over her kept her from thinking this was in any way unusual.

Just as long as he didn’t mention it. He considered drawing it out for a bit longer, but he just couldn’t help himself. Before she had even finished stripping down to her underwear, he was commenting.

“Bold of you, Lynn. I’d have thought you’d change somewhere away from prying eyes.”

“O-oooh.”

The result was gratifying. The crimson blush spread across her face as the insidious knowledge of her position seeped into her mind. She was naked. Naked in front of her master! Well, technically she still had her breasts and pussy covered, but that seemed small consolation to her right then!

“I….um, I….uh….”

His laughter rang through the campsite.

“Don’t worry, my dear. It’s totally natural. I didn’t expect you to be so bold… but I appreciate it.”

He stood up, rising to his feet with a flourish as his hands found his own clothes. Lynn’s own embarrassment seemed to vanish in an instant. Her eyes widened with shock.

Was he really disrobing here too? She desperately tried to pretend like she had an interest in anything else, but he could well feel her eyes on his body as he drew up his robe and undid his leggings.

Tomas was not a young man. That had been stated. But he took care of himself and his body was further augmented by his mastery of healing magic. To say that he was fit would be an understatement. He was toned, his muscles defined, though shrinking in age now. His physique a perfect balance between slender and powerful.

In his youth, he’d been the prize of many a woman and he prided himself even to this day that they couldn’t have found better.

“Like what you see?”

“I…I…”

His laughter rang out again.

“I’m teasing you, Lynn. I’m sorry but you do make it so easy. I’m a healer, remember? The naked body is no mystery to me. I feel no shame in being seen and neither should you. After all, you look so very pretty.”

“Pretty? Me?”

She looked as if he’d punched her.

“I’m nothing special.”

“Nothing special, eh, Tiana?”

Lynn fell away in an instant, the look of shock in her eyes was replaced by one of absolute fury and humiliation. She opened her mouth to snarl a curse, but with a word he sent her reeling back into the dark.

“You’re my assistant,” he said to Lynn. “You’re very special. Do you think I chose you just for your looks? Of course not, there were many other considerations.”

“Considerations?”

“That’s right.”

He gestured for her to follow him as he made his way into the tent. It was a small place. Cramped. Intended for only one person and even then largely as an area to sleep. For the two of them, there was even less space and they jostled and brushed against each other. Each time that happened, Lynn would jump, her body reacting as if to a bolt of lightning!

“I chose you because you caught my eye. You’re special, Lynn.”

“Special? That’s impossible.”

Her eyes fell to the ground.

“I’ve never been special in my life. I was always just one of the girls in the town. I was clumsy and slow and stupid. I was told I’d never amount to anything.”

“And yet here you are. A servant to a mystic. I’d say that’s an impressive feat for someone who will never amount to anything.”

She looked up, flashing him a small smile which then bloomed into a flush of red as her eyes drank in the sight of his naked chest and body. She looked away, but he couldn’t help but tease.

“Do you like what you see, Lynn?”

“I…I…. I shouldn’t say.”

“So that’s a yes then?”

“It’s not proper! I’m your maid, sir! I was hired to help you! Such things as this.. It’s not for me.”

“Oh? Because of your class?”

“I’m low, sir. As lowly as they come. I left my village for a better life, but I don’t deserve attention like this.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” his voice was soft. “After all, am I not one of the most powerful, famous, and respected mystics in this land? If I say that you are worthy, who would dare contradict me?”

“No one…” She breathed, her voice was shaky. Her eyes were wide. Like she was caught between a nightmare and a dream.

“That’s right, no one at all. Tiana!”

Tiana loosed a howl as she was released from her bonds. Her claws slashed out, but Tomas ducked. Calmly and coldly, his hand closed around her wrist, stopping her mid-strike. Her eyes burned with fury, mortification and humiliation.

“You…” She struggled for words. “You absolute monster. Enjoy this while you can because one day you’re going to pay. I’m going to make you pay.”

“Perhaps,” he said. “But tonight, I think I am going to make Lynn’s day.”

“Stop.”

“Poor little village girl. Born with nothing. **** to leave her home to seek her way. Now she has the attention of a mystic.”

“Shut up!”

“I wonder how she’ll react when I push for more? Or…or will it be her that pushes for more?”

“Never!”

“Don’t lie to me, Tiana. I know you have her memories. You can feel how attracted she is to me. How besotted.”

“That’s a trick! You did it to her! To me! You messed with our thoughts!”

He shook his head.

“I told you before, that would ruin the point. It has to come from you, my dear. And this attraction Lynn feels? It’s very much you. Let me guess when you left your village, there was nothing for it but to become a thief? Unlike Lynn who was offered a position by me, you had no one to catch you. You became cold and vicious.”

“I would tear you limb from limb if only I could.”

Her words were masking her mortification. The sheer humiliation pumped and ebbed through her body with every word. Perhaps her voice could hide it, but her eyes betrayed her.

“Then do it,” he whispered to her. “Kill me if you can, Tiana. You’ve tried enough times. Cut me to pieces, bathe in my blood. Do whatever it is that you’ve promised as my latest fate. I’m standing right here. Take your shot.”

Her face coloured. Her eyes danced as she struggled with her self-control. Before he could risk her losing the battle and spoiling his fun, he spoke the word.

“Lynn.”

Tiana vanished. Snapped away by the chains of his magic. Lynn stood in her place. For an instant, she was uncomprehending. But then she realised he was still holding her wrist.

“S-sir? Are you touching me?”

“Ah, you tripped. I caught you. I do hope it was nothing inappropriate. I’ll let go now.”

“Please don’t.”

“Sorry? I’m not quite sure I made it out.”

“Please don’t let go, sir. I…I like it when you touch me.”

Her voice was low, barely a squeak. Her eyes fell to the floor, unable to match his gaze in the face of her admission.

“You like me touching you?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want me to touch you more?”

“P-please…”

Please! My dear, whichever part of you is still Tiana is writhing right now! I love it so!

He leaned forward. Lynn’s skin coloured. The closeness of her body was like a **** to him now. Sure, he’d been this close to Tiana many times but it felt different. She was nervous, afraid, trembling even! But she wanted it. As his hands glided across her thighs, Lynn let out a low moan of desire. Her legs shook. Her eyes were closed. She was breathing hard and fast.

“Tell me, Lynn. Has anyone ever seen you naked?”

“N-no,” she squeaked. “You’d be the first.”

“Do you want me to be the first?”

“Yes. Oh gods yes.”

“Ask me for it. Beg me for it.”

He wondered if he’d pushed her too far, but the thought of Tiana’s reaction when she’d realised that she’d actually begged for his attention was just too much!

“Please,” Lynn choked. “Please, sir. Please master. I want you. I need you right now. I…I…I know I’m just an unworthy servant girl. I know I have no right to ask this of you. But please undress me. See me naked and….and…”

“And?” He arched an eyebrow. “You want more?”

“Yes!”

“What more do you want?”

“I want you to….I want you to sleep with me, please. I-it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Ever since I came to work for you! It’s been driving me crazy! I…I…”

He knew that he could have it all here. He knew that he could move on to the next round, but he couldn’t help it. He wouldn’t have been Tomas if he didn’t push further.

“Have you touched yourself to that thought, Lynn?”

“Touched myself?”

“Masturbated to it.”

“...yes…”

He wanted to laugh! He wanted to cheer! He wanted to summon Tiana back this instant and let her writhe in shame at what her alternate persona had just said!

But for once, he didn’t do that. Instead, he looked into Lynn’s eyes and put on his most kindly smile.

“Show me.”

Her body shook. Shivers and trembles raced up and down her spine. He wondered if Tiana was in there somewhere. He wondered if she was screaming in impotent rage.

Lynn’s breath caught in her throat as she pulled her underwear down. Let it pool at her feet. Tomas’ eyes lingered on her long, powerful legs. On her shaven pussy, just glimmering with wetness.

Her eyes fluttered. Her fingers found it, beginning to rub and tease. She yelped, her face was flaming red. Doubtless, she could feel his presence, feel his eyes as he took it in.

She sank to her knees. Her fingers moved slowly at first. Hesitantly. But as the pleasure built inside of her, they began to grow bolder. Her strokes and teasing caresses became more confident, drawing out the pleasure. Teasing her nerves in the way that felt best for her.

Idly, Tomas memorised her movements. He’d use the same ones on Tiana later, no doubt. It was always good to maximise his ability to torment his **** and knowing that he’d learned to do by watching her would only add to the humiliation.

Lynn gasped. Her chest rose and fell. Faster now. Her fingers worked her pussy. One of them brushed her clit and she jerked! Her eyes snapped open and the pleasure flooded her like a dam bursting its banks. She saw him looking at her, saw the hardened shape of his erection.

That sight only made her hands move faster. Her cheeks flamed red, humiliation danced in her eyes. She was touching herself for her master!

But any humiliation she felt, Tiana would feel ten times more when she was brought to the front again. Grunting, groaning, her fingers exploring her body, Lynn put on the kind of show that Tomas adored.

Waves of pleasure bloomed through her body. She shook and trembled, one hand moved up, awkwardly pulling away her last covering to bare her breasts. Her nipples were so hard. He wanted to touch them, stroke them, kiss them.

But he didn’t. Not yet. Not now. This was all part of the show, part of the game. He wanted it to be at her hands.

She was so wet now. Her motions so frenzied. She moaned and gasped, her right hand furiously kneading the skin of her chest, fingers cupping and twisting and teasing her nipple while the left hand continued to explore her pussy.

“You’re touching yourself for your master, Lynn,” he said. “How does it feel? Answer me.”

“I…I….” Her voice was low, ****. Trailing just on the edges of audibility as it rode her moans and grunts. Her body shifted, writhing in place. Pleasure danced and twirled through her face and nerves.

“Answer me,” he whispered. “It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’re putting on such a good show. Such a good show, my little pet.”

He’d have expected it, but the reaction to his words couldn’t have been better. She jerked, the word ‘pet’’ hitting her hard. Her eyes snapped open and she gave a long, wordless cry. Her fingers were soaked with her own arousal. Her body convulsed, contracting as pleasure bloomed and seared and carried her higher.

Climax. Orgasm. The moment of release swept through her, coming closer and closer and closer. But just as it did, just as she passed the point of no return, he leaned in,

“Tiana.”

The personas switched. Tiana had no chance to recover or find her footing. The pleasure battered her, swamped her, bawled her over. She gave a cry of utter humiliation. Her fingers stuck in her own pussy as she crashed to the ground. She kicked weakly, but the throbbing waves of pleasure surged and danced and crackled with no means of resistance.

“Such a show,” Tomas laughed. “Really, why did I not think of doing this earlier? How do you feel, Tiana? I imagine so much pleasure hitting you at once is hard to resist.”

In truth, there was no way to resist at all. She was heaving and gasping. Jerking weakly as the aftershocks of the orgasm swept through her body. She managed to glare at him, looking up. But-

“It’s not easy to look intimidating when a moment ago, you were fingering yourself for me like such an eager little slut.”

She loosed a strangled scream, staggering to her feet. But before she could do anything, he gave his next command. He barked Lynn’s name and felt Tiana’s hold break as she was swept aside.

Lynn stood. Gasping. Shaking. Her eyes were wide. Even if she couldn’t remember exactly what had just happened, she remembered enough. She knew of the pleasure, the ecstasy, the arching, throbbing heat which had swept through her like a wave.

“Did you enjoy that?” Tomas asked. “You look like you very much did.”

“Y-yes, sir. That felt… that felt so amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had it like… I mean, I’ve never touched myself near a guy…”

“Not at all? Have you ever slept with a man before?”

Her panicked glance to the ground was all it took for him to have his answer.

“Don’t worry, my girl, it will be fine. I’ll help you.”

Eagerly, his hands moved to his underwear, finally discarding it like an unneeded rag. His cock was so hard. Watching Lynn finger herself and getting to rub it in Tiana’s face? It was the most gratifying thing yet!

But the way Lynn’s eyes snapped to his cock was pretty close too. She leaned forward, her eyes were wide. She’d never seen one before - or so she believed. But curiously, some part of her did seem to know what to do and he questioned if she was able to access more of Tiana’s thoughts than he’d expected.

If that was the case though, it wasn’t in any way that Tiana would have liked. She fell to her knees, the hot tickle of her breath played across his sensitive skin. Tomas gave a grunting sound of approval when her hands closed about him. She stroked his shaft, running her fingers up and down the throbbing head of his member.

She opened her mouth. Her tongue played, flicking across his glans almost teasingly. The contact sparked a wave of hot tightness and she moved in further. The feeling of her lips folding around him was heavenly. The damp moistness of her mouth around his cock was amazing.

He’d face fucked Tiana before, but never so willingly!

She started to move, bobbing her head back and forth, the pressure and the sensation were divine and before he knew it, he was grunting in time with her motions. Lynn looked up at him, her eyes the very image of devotion and love. The very thing that would haunt Tiana later. It made it all the better and he groaned in pleasure. Sparks wriggled along his spine.

Her mouth was so good. Wet, tight and warm. Her tongue played and stroked at his shaft, eliciting waves of tightness that pounded through him. Now it was his turn to moan.

Tomas had slept with many women and some of them had been the type of girl to have a lot of practice in bed. In terms of raw technique, Lynn was far from the best. But she made up for it with enthusiasm, with nervous delight, like a farm girl whose dream had come true.

And with the knowledge that somewhere deep inside of her, Tiana was watching it all.

The pleasure built. It filled his mind, it fogged his thoughts. A red-tinged cloud of building expectation and promise. His nerves were crackling, jolting, coming to life one after another in a screaming cacophony of lust.

The sight of Lynn made it so much better. She was kneeling, naked, his cock in her mouth. One of her hands had fallen between her legs again.

She was rubbing slow, sensual circles against her pussy. The sound of her building pleasure gagged by his cock. His hips were moving, he was thrusting, grinding into her as the feeling built and built and built!

He was going to cum! His cock tightened, heat flushed through him. His nerves grew taut. But before he could, he managed to moan a word.

“T-Tiana!”

The change was instant. Tiana snapped back to reality just as the pleasure overcame him. The explosive climax rocked through his body and his seed filled her mouth.

She fell back, spluttering and hissing as it filled her mouth and sprayed across her face. She hit the ground and turned, glaring up at him with utter hatred. But he didn’t care. The pleasure filled him, rolled through him, made him shudder with delight. The sight of her lying on the ground, full of hatred and helpless humiliation only added the perfect polish to his climax.

“If you didn’t want to be covered in cum, you should have swallowed it. But I think it’s a good look for you, Tiana. My little pet slut.”

Her hands curled, she wiped herself off as best she could. Her glare never left his face but at this point, they both knew she was utterly helpless.

“Are you enjoying our game?” Tomas asked with the tilt of a head. “I know you can remember what Lynn has done. Masturbating for me, Tiana? Rubbing your pussy with your master’s cock in your mouth? How utterly shameless.”

She could only glare. Her wordless stare full of fate and fury. Her claws slid from the tip of her fingers but he paid them no heed.

“I told you before. Time and time again. You belong to me, girl. Is that finally starting to sink? Where’s all your stubbornness now? What you won’t give, Lynn will.”

“Your game is pathetic,” Tiana growled at last. “You know that Lynn is false. Just a doll for you to live out your fantasies.”

“You think so? Lynn is you, girl. I played with her memories but nothing more. All the things she feels? All the things she does? Guess where those come from, Tiana? It’s not me. I didn’t know you were so slutty.”

She surged to her feet with a snarl.

“I’ll-”

“Yes, yes, yes. Kill me horribly. I know. I’ve only heard you say it a dozen times today alone. But don’t worry. So far I’ve been playing a game. Edging Lynn on to see what she’ll do. But now it’s time for me to make the final move.”

“The final move? I don’t know what sick game you’re playing here, but I-”

“Oh don’t worry. It’s nothing horrible. I am just going to give her what she so clearly wants. And don’t you worry, Tiana. This time I’m not going to call you back in the middle of it. This time, it’s just for her.”

“Tomas, don’t you da-”

He banished her with a word. Her face softened as Lynn’s persona came rushing to the fore. Again, she did not fully remember what had happened. But she knew enough to know that she had served. One of her hands rose to her touch, touching a stubborn droplet of his seed.

“Sir, did I perform well?”

“Oh yes,” he chuckled. “Very, very well. And now it’s time for me to reward you.”

“R-reward me? I don’t know how you could do anything better than what you already have!”

“Oh, I think we both know.”

Despite the fact that he’d cum not minutes ago, his cock was hard again. His body was in supremely good shape, after all. A benefit of his calling. Endurance had never been a weakness of his. Her eyes fell to his cock again, the air caught in her chest. She looked from it to him and then back again.

“Really?” She whispered. “A-all the way? You’re sure?”

“Do you want it?”

“So much…”

“Then spread your legs for me, Lynn and be a good little pet.”

She made the most adorable little whimpering sounds as he pressed his body close to hers. With one hand, he guided his cock towards her pussy. He could only imagine how Tiana was writhing and raging inside of her, trying to deny what was about to happen.

But Tiana had no power here now. It was only Lynn and Lynn wanted this so much. Her pussy was soaking. Her limbs embraced him eagerly. He felt her body shudder as he pressed into her, inch by inch. Her core embraced him, her arms closed around his chest, holding him tight.

“Please,” she gasped, the words tumbling over themselves in their eagerness to be said. “Please, please, please don’t stop. Master, sir, fuck me. Own me. Make me yours.”

Each word she said made him grin harder. He’d repeat each of them back to Tiana later.

But for now, he was happy to follow along.

He fucked her then. He started slowly, sliding his cock into her pussy with a gradual motion to let her get used to it. Her squeaking grunts filled his ears. Her hips bucked against him. She was so wet. So tight. Nothing with Tiana had ever felt like this.

But then again, part of the joy here was knowing that he was going to be able to tease Tiana with it later.

Lynn held him so tight. Her breathing was hard and heavy right in his ear. Subtle motions and writhing of her body against his bare skin made his pulse race. His cock was stiffer than it had ever felt before and he was going to use it.

He moved faster now. His hips thrust, his body bent. Lynn’s frantic motions took on a new life. Her body spasmed, convulsions of pleasure played across her face. His hand rose, cupping her left breast while his other fell.

Slap!

He brought a ringing spank down against her ass! She threw back her head and cried. Ecstasy and embarrassment rushed through her voice. She jerked and danced in a wild rictus of pleasure, the motions transmuting through her body to sensations which gripped his cock.

His fingers explored her nipples, twisting and grinding. Her pusy clenched about his shaft so tight. Their motions were flowing now, the two of them locked together in a back and forth. Pleasure sparked behind his eyes and he realised that his muscles were starting to burn.

It felt so good. Her loving, gentle cries echoed in his ears. How long had it been since he’d had a woman like this? He’d spent so much time tormenting Tiana that he’d forgotten there was more to pleasure than that!

But that was okay. Lynn seemed determined to remind him. He began to suspect that she was indeed drawing on the subconscious experience of her other persona. Lynn may not have fucked a man before, but Tiana certainly had and Lynn was moving with confidence and grace. Her hips swayed and bucked, and her hands trailed across his back. Her moaning cries danced through his mind, soft little squeaks of ecstasy paired with grunting gasps that trailed each penetration.

She rode him, pressing him to the ground as she drove herself as deeply onto his shaft as she could. Her legs pushed, rising and falling against him with spasmodic delight. Pleasure roared and crackled between them both. Her breasts swayed with motion. Her face was a mask of delight.

Her hand found his own, closing about it. Their fingers interlocked in a simple gesture of intimacy that would burn Tiana forever later.

He tried to gloat about it, but really he didn’t have focus even for that. His nerves were screaming. Waves of pleasure and ecstasy pounded through him, blooming one by one. He’d lost track of time. He didn’t know how long they had been fucking now. The only constant was the frenzied motion. He had cause to thank his role as a healer now. As a beast-kin, Lynn’s endurance was naturally higher than any human’s. A normal man would have been boring for her.

But he was not a normal man. He was pushing her to the very limit. Her face was screwed tight. Her eyes pressed closed. Wanton little sounds tumbled from her lips with every movement, every rise and fall of her body. Her pussy clutched at him so tightly, her core so very eager.

His hands moved now, securing her waist, holding her tight as every thrust and penetration brought the two of them closer to the end. The feeling of her squirming against him only heightened the ecstasy of the moment. He held back, focusing on himself. On his control. He wanted to draw this out for as long as he could.

Not only had Lynn been reduced to a squealing, moaning mess but later he’d be able to confront Tiana with all that happened! Oh, he couldn’t wait to tease her about how tight her pussy had been. How wet she’d gotten. How eager she’d become to serve her master!

That thought was enough to send him cascading over the edge! Tomas loosed a tearing grunt, his cock throbbed with tightness and heat and for the second time, he felt himself pushed beyond his limits. The orgasm exploded through him, and a second later, exploded through her as well. Lynn’s core gripped him so tight, her motions were slow now. Slow and lingering as he pumped and filled her with dripping strands of seed. Her face was red, she threw her spine back, arching in a grand show of pleasure that boiled his blood and made him wish that the moment could have lasted forever.

It couldn’t of course. Even the preternatural endurance of a lifetime spent channelling the raw stuff of life itself had limits. The two finally slowed to a stop and Lynn rolled off him, half collapsing to the ground at his side. They were both gasping and sweaty. His muscles stung, aching from tension and use.

Yet he had no regrets about what had just happened. He put an arm around her and pulled her close. But even as she nestled against him, so content and happy, he only had thoughts for how Tiana would react once he finally let her out again.

Now that, Tomas thought, was going to be a scene to look forward to.