He takes her before the crowd.

"Face the crowd and kneel." He said softly.

"No, no no no..." She whimpered as she turned to face the gawking crowd and sunk to her hands and knees, gigantic breasts handing pendulously. Malaeorn slapped her on her heard shaped ass, smiling as he watched the great mass jiggle. Thick thighs, plump ass, broad hips, narrow waist, toned belly. The woman reeked of fertility, though through his modified eyes he could see the shell of gleaming wards that wrapped her womb. Her spells were flawless, and every man in the world cumming in her would not knock her up.

He began to strip, as he walked around her in circles. His body, though on the old side, was well-muscled but also well-padded with a hint of fat atop it. It reminded onlookers of old marble statues of the elder gods, with his beard and bulk, his air of power.

He dropped his pants. His cock was pretty long, perhaps seven inches, and girthy. His balls were exquisitely large, swinging beneath them. Vivienas eyes tracked it in silent horror. With balls that big, he could early impregnate a **** woman. That old terror screamed in her, danger danger danger. She sobbed, her make-up running. "Please. Please! Do not humiliate me, do not breed me in front of a crowd- AAAAAAH!"

She squealed as he slowly sank his cock into her hot depths, and he grunted as he did so. His hands griped her ass, fingers sinking into her soft, yielding flesh. Viviena screamed and squirmed, trying in vain to dislodge her ****, every neuron in her brain burning in agonizing terror. He was inside her pussy, her most dangerous and **** place. Her mind was assaulted by visions of a possible future, of him shredding her wards and flooding her womb, impregnating her. To be impregnated would be a fate worse than ****, her life ruined. Her magic extinguished, her beautiful body bloating, warping, wasted, ruined, worthless.

"Don't cum in me!" She squealed. "I'll get pregnant! I'll lose my magic! I dont want it I dont want it I dont want it-"

"Relax", Malaeorn whispered in her ear, stroking her cheek sensuously, "Your wards are immaculate, and that collar has anti-fertility effects as well. Half the reason I got you was so I could use your magic." He laid his great weight atop her, groping her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders as she rutted into her like an animal.

"Help me!" She sobbed weakly, staring at the crowd. "Help me..."

They simply stared at her. The men hated her as a taunting cocktease, and the women were envious of her. They did not lift a finger to intervene. Indeed, several of the men stuck their hands down their pants and attempted to discreetly pleasure themselves.

Despite consciously knowing she was safe, every impulse in Vivienas body was screaming at her. As a witch, she could sense how virile he was. His balls churned with impossibly potent seed, no doubt magically enhanced. He would be guaranteed to impregnate any woman he had sex with, unless they were magically warded. He was, instinctively and viscerally, the most dangerous man she had ever encountered.

He reached down and began massaging her clitoris with one hand, the other arm wrapping around her chest and pulling her upright. He licked her diamond-sheathed throat, glittering. "Come for me."

"Noooo! I refuse to cum for you!" Her pussy clenched in mingled fear and pleasure. He was not an unattractive man, and he knew what he was doing, as far as the mechanics of pleasuring a woman. Her body was betraying her, waves of electric pleasure surging through her. She squealed and groaned, struggling against his hold. She refused to admit defeat, to give him the satisfaction of making her come.

"Fine, be that way." Her ****-collar twitched, tightening slightly around her throat, filling the air with the smell of ozone. "Command: Orgasm on the count of three. One. Two. Three."

Her entire body clenched in spasms, traitorous pleasure rippling out from her core. Her body clenched and coiled around his cock, trying to wring the murderous venom from his body. She hissed as her pleasure crested, and began to recede.

"Good girl. Now, how do you feel?"

She spat on the ground. "I hate you. I will never enjoy this!"

"Sounds like you enjoyed this quite a bit." He yanked out of her sharply, leaving her momentarally feeling cold and empty, before he flipped her onto her back, grabbed her ankles, and began fucking her again, this time staring her dead in the eyes. His strong, muscular body towered over hers, his hands gripping her ankles like handles, as he plowed her. "Look into my eyes. Ignore everything else. I command it."

Lovely eyes, deep amber pools, shimmering faintly. Like a pair of full moons.

"Command: On the count of three, orgasm again, twice as strong as last. One. Two."

"Wait!" She screamed, "twice as strong? That's-"

"Three."

She screamed, arching her back as a lighting bolt of frozen pleasure surged from her root to her crown. Her body shivvering as if she was in the depths of winter, so hard that she felt her thighs cramping. The pleasure was too much.

He smiled. "You seemd to have enjoyed that quite a bit. Command: When I kiss you next, you shall orgasm again, three times as strong as the previous."

Six orgasms at once.

"Why?" She wailed, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because. For all of my skills, there are some things I need an actual witch for." He smiled and purred, burrying his face in her full breasts. "And since I own you anyways?" He said, licking her soft flesh and nibbling her nipples, "It only makes sense that we should both have some fun."

He kissed her, a strangely soft kiss, stroking her face tenderly, a mockery of true affection. After a second of delay, she felt the collar twitch as the six-fold orgasm triggered.

The pleasurable convlunsions crashed down upon her like a tidal wave, and she screamed into his mouth as her hammering heart roared in her ears. She punched the cobblestones and kicked ineffectively at the air as her body clenched. She arched her back so intensely she feared that it would break, and squirted, jets of her sex-juices spraying out of her. The sides of her eyesight fades as she began to red-out as the blood rushed to her head. Tears stressed down her face as she began sobbing, and her nose was bleeding as well, now. Malaeorn stroked her face, cooing sweet nothings in her ear and licking the tears and blood from her face. Her make-up was running in dark streaks. She panted weakly, covered in sweat, her entire body literally steaming in the night air as if she had just stepped out of a shower.

Malaeorn continued pumping his cock into her tender body, relishing each thrust, each twitch and coil of her living flesh. Yes. He could get used to this. "I'm getting close." He whispered in her ear.

"Don't. Don't cum in me..." She sobbed weakly. "I'll get pregnant. You'll kill me. You'll ruin me..."

"Oh, babygirl. I checked your wards. You're spellcraft is immaculate. Now. You have earned a reward for being such a good girl for me. Command: When I cum in you, you will orgasm, four times as strong as the previous."

Twenty-four orgasms at once! Twenty four!

"You can't! You're going to kill me! You are going to make me cum myself too ****!"

He grunted as he continued rutting into her, his body red and sweaty with exhertion, drops of his sweat driping down onto her amazing body from above. He was panting , smiling, twining his fingers with hers and holding her hands, pinning them beside her head. He laughed and kissed her playfully on the nose. "Oh, do not worry. I have experimented with this collar on several other women. A woman of your age and health can safely survive a fifty-fold stacked orgasm with no lingering effects, assuming she has time to rest afterwards. I have tested it out on other women before you. It took far more than this to kill a woman. You are far to valuable to risk. Now. Prepare to receive my seed."

Viviana tried in vain to dislodge her **** before he finished, but it was no use. Still staring her dead in the eyes, he climaxed. He did not grunt or groan simply sigh, contentedly, as a jet of sperm erupted into her, hot, thick, and forceful.

Her orgasms arrived, all at once. It was like being struck by lightning, like drowning, like being burned alive, like being flayed and splayed open like a blooming flower. She screamed herself hoarse, and kept screaming silently. Her mind was cooking, the wrinkles of her brain being pounded flat between the hammer of pleasure and the anvil of pain.

He pulled out of her and stood up over her, watching as his sperm was washed out of her by a true torrent of her own orgasmic fluids. She continued convulsing on the ground in exquisite agony, a soul-shredding siezure-gasm, for several straight minutes, hoarse voice wheezing weakly.

Still naked and conspicuously erect, Maleorn stepped nonchalantly over to a nearby stand, bought a bottle of blackberry wine, and payed the dumbstruck shop keep three times it's already considerable list-price.

Still shivering with the aftershocks of her skull-shattering orgasm, Vivienna sank into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Smiling and whistling a cheery tune, Malaeorn picked her up, slung her over his shoulder, and snapped his fingers. The two of them, their clothes, and his stand of jewelry dissipated with a faint pop and a puff of smoke.