He uses magic to tease her

The moment Vrasha put the collar around her neck, and the moment she felt it seal around her throat, her world changed slightly. It was hard to say what specifically was different, but she felt something in her body shifting as the magic went to work. She felt hotter, and her lust spiked as she shifted in place.

"Do you feel it?" The man asked. "My magic is working on your body, making it so you cannot resist me. The lust and desire is overwhelming, is it not?"

""N-no." Vrash said, her cheeks tainted red with a rush of blood. "It's nothing like that..."

"Is that so?" He asked. "Well, then, I'll just have to make sure that is by the time we finish. Now, come here, girl. Let me see you. Let me touch you."

"I'm not going to-Ah!"

Vrasha hissed suddenly, staggering back as her hands rose to her throat. "What was that?"

"My collar." The mage smirked. "It shocks you when you disobey me. Well, that's one of the things it does. Now, come here."

He reached out for her and grabbed her by the collar, Vrasha was **** to stumble towards him. She jumped as she felt his fingers stroking her lower self, desperately and urgently, desire enflaming his lust. She shuddered, and raised her hands to stop him, but the collar sent a spike of electricity surging through her, and she grit her teeth in pain. Her legs were starting to feel weak now, as the man worked his way into her pussy. Her lips were starting to moisten, her labia parting in arousal. Each probing touch of his digits sent a wave of lust running through her body. Vrasha did her best to suppress her moans as the man toyed with her lower body, but it was very hard, and getting harder. Her skin felt more alive than it ever had before, as though the collar were heightening anything and everything. The wind against her naked body felt almost painfully cold, the heat of her own juices felt warm against her legs, the man's breath on her naked skin made her tingle with desire, and his fingers invading her made her shudder and moan with delight.

Vrasha felt the strength leaving her body as the man increased the pace of his fingers, her legs went weak, and she nearly stumbled, having to lean on him for support.

"Are you enjoying this?" The mage asked. "I will know if you're lying."

"I--I...yes!" She moaned, her body tensed as she felt two of his fingers entering her at the same time. "Gods, yes. This feel amazing."

"Good." The man said. "Now you should return the favour, shouldn't you? Give me a handjob."

Vrasha nodded, her hands moving to his pants, and sinking below his belt. His member was already thick and engorged, so it was an easy task to grasp it and pull it free of its fabric prison. Vrasha shuddered and moaned as he continued to toy with her, her hands fumbling across his cock like the hands of a virgin. She began to pump it, drawing it back and forth in time with the shudders which raced through her own body. He grunted as well, obviously enjoying the attention.

The man held up a finger before her, and told her to suck on it. The collar around her neck began to spark as she attempted to resist, but in the end, she did as she was told, engulfing the finger with her mouth.

"Do you taste yourself on that finger?" He whispered to her. She nodded, and he withdrew it. Vrasha gasped as one of his hands started to play with her breasts, and he noticed.

"Sensitive nipples, eh? In that case, here's what we can do for that."

As one of his hands continued to finger her, Vrasha felt the other press into her nipple, there was a spark of magic, and then she felt her breasts start to tingle, and grow quickly more sensitive. She gasped, and then moaned as his fingers twisted her nipple slightly.

"I enhanced your sensitivity." He said, breathing into her ear. Vrasha moaned, standing with several fingers in her pussy, the mage's other hand at her breast. Each touch there was now like an explosion of sensation, wiping away every other thought. The man started to kiss her neck, running down the trail to her chest. Vrasha braced, but still was not prepared as he took one of her breasts in his mouth, toying with her using his tongue and his teeth.

"Ah." She gasped, the feeling running through her like a live circuit. Her hair stood on end, her skin screamed for more. Her pussy coiled and ached for satisfaction.

All of this time, she was still stroking him, his member had become even stiffer now, and it was harder than it had been before too. A moment later, she felt him cum, spraying her hands with sticky white fluid as he moaned. She groaned as well, pressing herself down on his fingers, grinding against him in the hopes of the same sort of relief.

It didn't come.

"W-what?"

"Are you just now noticing?" The man said with a laugh. "One of the things your collar does is prevent you from climaxing. Oh, you can still feel all the build up, but that moment of release is gone from you. You will suffer until I say otherwise."

"N-no!"

"Yes!" The man laughed, "this is your punishment for entering my woods!"

As he spoke, he bent forwards, his fingers working at her lower self even more rapidly. Her own movements grew jerky and ****, but there was still no climax. She moaned and shuddered, and felt it building and building, but found only frustration as the build-up never ended.

"It's good, isn't it?" The mage laughed. "And because of the way the magic works, you can just keep building up forever. It never stops."

She tried to say something, but she found that she really couldn't, her game had been turned into reality, and her whole body was ablaze with futile desire. Every time one of his fingers reached into her lower self, she shuddered and moaned, her juices dripping all over him and her legs. Each time he pinched her nipple, it felt like an explosion whipping through her body. Her skin blazed with his touch, her need beating through her body. The collar felt heavy and cold around her neck, and she wanted to cum more than she had ever wanted anything else.

But she couldn't. And he kept working at her, driving her further and further into screaming denial. Her whole body was burning with the **** of her denied orgasm, but he simply laughed.

Then, he reached down and his fingers closed around her clit. The world exploded for Vrasha, the air was stolen from her lungs, the strength fled from her limbs, she crashed to the ground, her legs giving out at the sudden shock of pleasure. She knelt there, her chest heaving. She waited desperately for the spike to fade, for her body to climax, and for it to be over. But it wasn't, it couldn't be. The spike rose and rose, never ending. never stopping.

"P-please." She said to the man. "Please let me cum."

"I am not sure." He said. "is that really how you ask?"

"Please let me cum master!"

"Closer, but still not there. ''Please let this unworthy **** cum, master."

"P-p-please let this-Ah!" Vrasha cut off as he closed his hand around the collar and brought her to her feet. She stood there, heaving and gasping as the mage slowly brushed one of his hands up her legs, teasing her as he got closer and closer to her clit again.

"Please!" She squealed. "Please let this unworthy **** cum, master!"