Making headway with Izel

Julian stared at Izel’s voluptuous body. She was finally naked, unclothed, exposed to his gaze. In all the time he’d known her, he’d never seen her at a loss for words.

She’s perfect.

Her large breasts looked soft, and her nipples were hard, standing out proudly on her chest. Her toned stomach spoke of consistent exertion and training, as did her prodigiously thick thighs.

Her wide, childbearing hips made his manhood twitch. Not for the first time, he wondered what it would be like to have Izel bare his offspring. It would be quite an accomplishment, to conquer such a devious, intelligent, and incorrigible woman that way. To make a woman who fought against the world throw that anger away for him and whatever children she bore for him.

He gazed at her cunt. It seemed somewhat moist. It was framed by a tuft of hair as black as the silk-like locks that cascaded so perfectly from her head and down her back. She made no effort to hide it from him or cover her breasts, whether from shock or something else.

“W-what did you do to me? Release me! Now!” she demanded, her amber eyes glimmering like a predator’s before it struck.

“Sorry, Izel, but no,” he said. “And don’t even think about leaving. You can’t leave this room until I give you permission. Keep your voice down, too. I don’t want us to be disturbed.”

Izel’s glare intensified.

Gods, she’s going to try something, isn’t she?

“Keep my voice down, will I?”

Julian blinked, and suddenly the woman in front of him had moved so fast across the room that barely had time to register that she had moved at all.

Izel’s fist stopped mere inches from his face. Her arm trembled and her fist seemed to unclench of its own volition. Her eyes widened even further. Rage and panic warred within them like the colossal sea beasts of the Tyrai Ocean.

How did she move so fast? It was like she teleported. Is she classed?

Before today, he would have doubted it. Now, he wondered if there was far more to Izel than he knew. No classless could move so fast and they could not make him tremble with a mere look.

If Izel is classed, why is she pretending to be classless? Maybe she is like me and has a class that would make her life more difficult if people knew about it. What could that be? The list of forbidden class types is very short. Mind Mages and all flavors of Necromancer are among them. If Izel were a Mind Mage, I seriously doubt her mental defenses would be all but non-existent. Is she a Necromancer? It would make sense considering her heritage and her self-admitted experiences with the undead. I have never heard of a Necromancer that could cross a room as fast as Izel did, but stranger things have happened. Why is she orchestrating and supporting the protests and riots in Rona?

Julian grasped Izel’s trembling hand and lowered it gently. He massaged her skin with his fingers. He loved how soft she was. Her soft body seemed to be completely at odds with her abrasive personality, and a large part of him enjoyed the asymmetry.

There was something about a person whose constituent parts didn’t fit that drew his interest and made him want to know and understand them. He had been drawn to Izel’s beauty at first, but it was her personality that had kept him interested. He wanted to know what made her tick and why she was the person she was. He also wanted to know what kind of person she could grow to be, or perhaps who she might become under his influence.

He had always pictured her as a rogue, someone who never quite fit in. Not in Aemar and not among her own people. He could help her realize where she truly belonged: by his side as his wife and confidant as the two of them made their mark on the world. The thought made him smile.

Izel, for her part, didn’t seem to be enjoying their interaction one bit. However, where anger had reigned supreme mere moments ago, Julian now glimpsed nervousness and perhaps a hint of fear, as well as something else he couldn’t quite describe.

The presence hummed knowingly.

Julian and Izel stared into each other’s eyes for a moment that seemed to stretch forever. She looked down at her hand which he still held. Her cheeks flushed slightly.

She swallowed.

“Are you a Mind Mage?” she whispered, gritting her teeth as she did so. “How are you…?” she grasped her necklace with her free hand. “No, you can’t be a Mind Mage. You can’t! There’s no way you could’ve gotten past my mental defenses. Not with magic. Not in a thousand years.”

Julian rolled his eyes.

“What mental defenses?” he said.

She glared at him for that. She grasped her necklace like a drowning person would a floating log.

“Oh, I see. My mind is so weak that I don’t stand a chance against you? You think I will bow and kneel before you just because you have a few tricks up your sleeve?”

“I don’t think. I know. Izel, kneel.”

The Tenlani woman fell to her knees almost immediately. Her large breasts jiggled with the movement. Her eyes widened.

Julian bit his lip. She looked stunning from that angle.

Should I have her suck my cock now?

“Alright, you’ve made your point. You command me and I’ve **** but to obey,” the dark-skinned woman nearly growled.

She licked her lips and seemed to be making an effort to re-center herself. It said a lot about her that she seemed to have given up her protesting once she realized she had no real power over him, but inwardly he knew she must have been calculating a way to get herself free.

If I allow her enough free will, there is a chance that she might manage it. I don’t know how, but I have a feeling. I’ll have to see about making some changes to her mind. None that she will notice – I do want her personality intact, after all – but something that will make her unconsciously sabotage any effort she makes to free herself.

He doubted a Suggestion would be enough.

I’ll use Hypnosis. I can talk with her and make changes to her mind and she won’t even remember me doing it.

A dark part of himself quivered with anticipation at the promise of seeing Izel stare blankly ahead, mouth drooping open as he reshaped her mind bit by bit.

“So what are you, Julian?” Izel’s voice startled him from his reverie. She looked almost amused at having gotten the better of him, even if it was only in some small way. It proved she still had power. “You’re obviously classed, so that begs the question of why the blazes you haven’t told anyone. I thought you hated how your family treated you because they thought you were classless,” she said, her voice shimmering with a cold, distant anger. Then she smiled slightly. “Unless you only classed recently. It was last night, wasn’t it? After that elven Enforcer bastard knocked you out cold.”

Julian opened his mouth to respond, but Izel cut him off. She chuckled hollowly.

“It was! I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’ve wanted me for a long time; and about as intensely as any sane man I’ve ever met. Perhaps a little more,” she gave her body a deliberate shake, drawing his eyes to her delectable breasts as they swayed. Izel smirked. “Yes. There’s no way you would have been able to resist the temptation for so long. If you’d really been hiding your class all this time, I’d have been your **** a long time ago. It had to have been last night or this morning. I’m right, aren’t I?”

Julian couldn’t help but smile. Even now, it was still so easy for him to get lost in a conversation with Izel.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

Izel glared up at him.

“Well, you have me here, naked, on my knees against my will. The least you can do is indulge my curiosity. It isn’t like I’m going to be telling anyone without your permission. Unless, of course, you’ve changed your mind and are willing to let me go. I can make it worth your while. I have the means to provide you with large sums of wealth, or, failing that, something else you might wish for. Perhaps a woman who would be more pliable to your influence and isn’t me?”

Julian shook his head and crouched so that they were at eye level. Their faces were so close they were almost touching. Despite the power he held over her, she refused to look away from him. He felt his admiration for her grow.

“No,” he said, and he didn’t think he meant a word of what he said more at any other point in his life. “No, I didn’t come all this way looking for you just to let you go. You’re beautiful, Izel. One of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re strong, confident, and brilliant,” he moved his hands up her arms, caressing her soft skin as he went. He primed a Suggestion at the same time.

You enjoy it when Julian Imerdan touches you, and you enjoy touching him. It excites you sexually. The more Julian touches you, and the more you touch him, the more you will crave it and him.

As before, the Suggestion had no issue embedding itself into Izel’s open mind, changing it forever.

The voluptuous woman’s eyes fluttered and her lips twitched upward. She moaned softly as he massaged her arms and made his way to her shoulders.

“There’s no way I could ever substitute you with someone else. Not in a thousand years,” he muttered earnestly.

She stared at him for a long moment before chuckling. For a moment, he thought he saw her cheeks flush bright red. It was probably his imagination.

“You really think I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen? And that I’m, as you said, strong, confident and brilliant?” she started, and then raised her eyebrows and nodded. “I mean, you are right, which is rare for you. So when you were sitting in the inn downstairs munching on that soup, you were really thinking about how **** you were to see me again? I can’t say I’m not flattered. Hm.”

He felt something on his chest. He looked down and saw Izel’s hands rest against his shirt.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

The gorgeous young woman sighed.

“And you were on such a roll earlier. I’m touching you, you Aemari fool. I thought that would have been obvious.”

Julian shook his head.

“But why? I’m not making you do this.”

Izel rolled her eyes.

“You were going to, weren’t you? I’d rather keep as much of my free will intact as I possibly can. And I must admit, I’ve always been a little curious about your body,” she said with a slight upward twitch of her lips. “So, if I’m to be your ****, I might as well try to enjoy it.”

Without waiting for him to reply, she lifted his shirt up. He felt her smooth palms against his bare chest. She caressed his torso and abdomen, humming appreciatively as she did so.

He allowed her. It wasn’t like she could hurt him and something about what she’d said about keeping her free will had resonated with him. He couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling to have been enslaved so utterly. That she outright refused to panic or show him her fear spoke volumes about her inner strength.

So why does she have no Will of her own? Why is it so easy for me to control her?

“You take good care of yourself, Julian. There is a lot of room for improvement, but perhaps you aren’t the rich, spoiled brat I thought you were sometimes.”

“Thanks. I think,” Julian said. He enjoyed the feel of her hands on his chest. She caressed, prodded and pinched him, rarely in the same place. It was almost as if she were testing him for weaknesses. Or maybe she just wanted to see if he was ticklish. Neither option would have surprised him.

He moved his hands towards Izel’s chest. Maybe it was time for him to do some testing of his own.

Her breasts were warm and soft. He squeezed them with his hands, enjoying the way her titflesh yielded to his touch. Izel sucked in a breath.

“You like my tits, Julian?” she teased, lowering her hands to his waist.

“I do,” he gave them another squeeze. “Gods, they’re so big and soft. I could play with them all day.”

Izel chuckled.

“They are big, aren’t they? Speaking of big, let’s see what you're packing down there,” she lowered her hands further, into his pants. He felt her soft fingers probe until they found his hardened manhood. She wrapped her hands around it and hummed appreciatively.

“Now where have you been hiding this thing?” she cooed. She squeezed his cock gingerly and grinned. “Strip, Julian. I want to see it.”

Julian rolled his eyes at her and stood up, forcing Izel to take her hands out of his pants. She remained on her knees, but quirked an eyebrow meaningfully.

“You can stand if you wish,” he said.

Izel wasted no time getting to her feet. She closed the distance between the two of them and put her hands on the bottom of his shirt. She raised her eyebrows again and Julian held his hands up.

She giggled prettily and raised his shirt up over his chest and through his arms. She held it in her hands before tossing it on the floor.

Julian stared at her again, marveling at her naked body. He’d wanted to see it for so long, and now that he finally could he had no idea what he wanted to do with her first.

Her breasts wobbled as she sidled up against him, mashing her chest against his. She grasped his cock through his pants and gave it a quick squeeze before moving her hands upward to the buckle of his pants.

Her lips were soft, plump, and inviting. He felt a sudden urge to kiss her.

Julian leaned forward. Izel let out a surprised moan as he pressed his lips against hers. Within moments, however, her lips began moving against his, kissing him. There was a hunger to her movements, as if she secretly wanted to devour him through the kiss. A tongue probed at the entrance of his mouth. Remembering what he’d been told about kissing, he opened his lips, allowing Izel entrance to his mouth.

Her tongue flicked and danced against his with an intensity that surprised, yet invigorated him. He’d never experienced such passion before. Everyone had always been content to either ignore or dismiss him, but not Izel. Never Izel.

His tongue moved, too, slithering past Izel’s and into her warm, wet mouth. She moaned happily, and he felt her hands undo the buckle of his pants and lower them. The cool air of the room kissed the skin of his bare cock, but Izel’s warm hands quickly found their way around them. She started pumping them up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Their kiss grew feverish in its intensity, and the two of them started sweating. He didn’t care and Izel didn’t seem to, either. He moved his hands around Izel’s back and grabbed two handfuls of her juicy rear. She was so soft back there, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have his hips slam into her big, soft ass.

Izel broke the kiss. A string of saliva connected their lips still for a few moments before snapping under the weight of their heavy breathing.

Her amber eyes stared at him as if seeing him for the first time. He saw a question in them. No, a demand. He was sure he knew what she wanted, but for good measure, applied another Suggestion.

Real men aren’t afraid to order their women around. Seeing Julian Imerdan act like a real man excites you, and you want to encourage this behavior. The more Julian commands you, the more you find yourself wanting to become his woman.

Again, the dark tendril of his mental influence buried itself into Izel’s pliant mind. He felt something change within her, as if her mind had become more receptive to influence in general. He saw a mental image of a door being jammed wide open, but only for him.

Izel licked her lips. Her eyes shined bright with eagerness, but she seemed to be waiting for him to say something.

“Go crawl on the bed. Do it slowly,” he ordered.

He expected a tongue-lashing or snide remark from her, but instead she simply nodded and obeyed, a mysterious smile on her face all the while. She turned, exposing her plump derriere to him.

His eyes widened.

Gods, that ass is huge!

It jiggled and quivered with her every step towards the bed. Izel looked over her shoulder and seemed to catch him looking. She smirked and gave her ass a deliberate shake. She got up on the bed and slowly crawled towards the back where the pillows were. Julian caught a glimpse of her cunt and asshole.

“Well, are you going to keep me waiting?” her voice broke him from his trance.

Julian gulped and shook his head.

“I’ll be with you in a moment. Shake your ass again for me, Izel. I want to see it jiggle.”

The dark-skinned woman obeyed readily. Her lips twitched upward and she moaned as she moved her hips up and down. Her fat asscheeks and thick thighs jiggled obscenely.

“You can stop now,” he said as he crawled onto the bed. His heart thudded heavily in his chest. He was really going to do this. He was going to use his mind control abilities to have sex for the first time, and with the woman he desired most. “So what position do you like the most when you, you know?”

Izel rolled her eyes at him.

“When I fuck?” her tongue seemed to massage the last word of her sentence. "I prefer to be on top, but if I were with a real man who knew what he wanted, I suppose it wouldn’t matter where we started.”

His cock throbbed.

“Spread your cheeks, then,” he said. “Rest your head on a pillow. I don’t want you getting too uncomfortable.”

“How considerate of you,” Izel said. She repositioned two of the pillows in front of her and lowered her head onto them. She reached her hands behind and gripped her fat ass, spreading it open for him.

Her pussy was wet. It was spread open slightly thanks to Izel pulling her asscheeks apart, revealing the moist pinkness within.

Julian maneuvered himself behind her and placed a possessive hand on Izel’s rear. The woman trembled slightly.

Let’s make sure she enjoys this.

He primed another Suggestion.

As soon as Julian Imerdan fucks you, you will realize that his cock is better than any other man’s. Getting fucked by Julian will be the greatest feeling you’ve ever felt so far, and you’ll doubt that anything will ever top it.

As he felt his Suggestion take root in Izel’s mind he grabbed his cock and pressed it up against Izel’s pussy. She was so wet and warm he gasped. Izel trembled and whined lowly.

“Do it already. Fuck me, you mind-**** bastard,” she said through gritted teeth.

He smiled widely. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected her to say in all the dreams he’d had of her, but he liked it all the same. He gripped Izel’s ass with one hand and moved his hips forward.

Izel’s pussy parted around his cock, allowing the head inside her before clamping down tightly. Julian groaned. She was so fucking tight and hot. He pushed further, eliciting a pleased moan from Izel’s throat. Her pussy clamped down around his cock periodically, as if to coax him further inside. He obliged, pressing further and further until his abdomen made contact with her bare assflesh.

Pleasure subsumed him. It radiated out from his center and spread across his body. He’d never felt anything like this. It was surreal. If this was what sex was really like, it was no wonder the entire world held it in such high regard.

“Ah! Oh gods!” Izel squealed as the tip of his cock nudged something within her. Julian grinned wolfishly. His hips began moving on their own. “Yes, Julian! Fuck me! Fuck me like you own me!”

He smacked her ass and nearly chuckled at the way it jiggled in response. He pulled his cock back until only the tip was inside before slamming himself back inside her.

Izel gasped.

“Fuck!” she turned her head to look back at him. Her eyes gleamed with naked hunger and lust.

“You like that, Izel? You like my cock inside you, you whore?”

Izel responded by slamming her hips backward, shoving his cock deep inside her again. It smashed against the barrier within her again and she whimpered in pain and pleasure.

“Does that answer your question, you sick fucker? Huh? You like fucking with my head to make me fuck you?”

He smacked her ass again, much harder than last time, and followed it up with a second slap. She mewled as her pussy clenched around his cock.

“Ugh... I bet you never saw this coming, Izel. I bet you never thought I’d get the better of you. But I have. You’re mine now, and I’m not going to stop having my way with you until you beg for more,” he gave her ass another smack as he picked up a rhythm, his hips slamming repeatedly into Izel’s big fat ass.

“Ah! As if you’re man enough to tame me – oh shit! – y-you little fuck,” she gyrated her hips in tandem with his thrusts. “I wonder what your little family would say if they knew what you’d done to me. They’d probably rat you out and have shipped off to Eptium within the day. - Gods, right there, Julian! - You’d better hope no one discovers you!”

Julian smirked. He’d heard similar words before, but in his own thoughts. Hearing them out loud was no different.

“I’ve already come to terms with that possibility. And guess what? Not only will I not be going to Eptium, you’re going to use whatever expertise at your disposal to ensure I’m never discovered,” he leaned forward to grab a fistful of Izel’s soft silky hair. He pulled, forcing Izel’s head up so he could whisper his next words into her ear. “I know you’re classed. That little fear skill and the quick attack earlier gave you away.”

She grunted in pain, but didn’t resist him, and didn’t stop fucking herself on his cock. Her lips twisted into a perverse smile.

“Oh! I thought the fear thing was rather subtle. Ah! Well, I guess my secret’s out, lover,” she teased. Her pussy squeezed and coiled around his cock. “I bet you’ll never guess what I am.”

“I could make you tell me,” he grunted into her ear.

“You could,” she replied, and slammed her hips against his, forcing his cock up against the bottom of her pussy. She let out a heavy breath, a teasing smile twisting at her lips. “But why don’t I just show you?”

Izel’s form blurred for a moment, and before Julian had a chance to let out a surprised cry, his back was slammed against the mattress. Izel maneuvered herself on top of him and slid his cock back inside her pussy. Her amber eyes glowed. She put a hand down against his chest. Her nails scraped him, but did not break the skin. It felt like she wanted to possess him and he liked the feeling.

“Wow,” Julian traced his hands along Izel’s thick thighs as fucked herself up and down his cock. Her pace was torturously slow and from the self-satisfied smirk on her lips, she knew how he felt.

“You’re some form of rogue. That much is obvious. But there’s something special about you. Something that you don’t want getting out,” he said.

She lowered herself down again, forcing the entirety of his cock inside her. Her tight cunt squeezed him periodically.

“It looks as if we do have something in common after all, Julian,” Izel said. Her eyes flashed like scorched gold. “If I tell you what I am, will you promise to do the same?”

Julian moved his hands to cup her asscheeks. Izel moaned.

“As long as you move faster,” he said.

Izel chuckled and increased her pace. Soon, she built up a rhythm. Her large breasts flopped and jiggled and quaked with her movements.

“I’m a Shadower,” she said through heavy breaths. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her eyes still glowed. They stared into his. Their intense stare demanded an admission of his own, and he couldn’t imagine denying her after she’d for once been sincere with him.

A Shadower? The elite and feared dread assassins of Tenlan? I thought they were all killed in the Black Purge after the Wars of the Dead were over. It’s no wonder Izel is posing as a classless. If we were both exposed for what we were, she’d be shipped off to Eptium right alongside me.

“I’m a Psion,” he whispered.

Izel’s eyes widened.

“A Psion?” she asked in a whisper whose tone was almost reverent. There was fear again in her eyes, and again there was something else, too that he couldn’t decipher. “An actual, living Psion? Will wonders never cease?”

Her hips slammed down against his abdomen and she screamed. Her body trembled and quaked.

“Apparently not! Oh gods, Julian! I’m actually cumming!”

Julian felt his cock spasm.

“Me too, Izel! Oh, shit!”

“Yes, Julian! Do it! Cum inside me! Own this cunt!”

He groaned as his cock spurted ropes of cum into Izel’s fertile, unprotected pussy.

“Ah… holy… I’ve never…” Izel slumped forward against his chest. His cock remained fully ensconced in her pussy.

Their chests were sweaty and hot, but Julian didn’t care and Izel didn’t seem to, either. She kissed him in the crook of his neck, moving upwards before meeting his lips with hers.

After a few moments, she ended the kiss and stared into his eyes. The glow was gone from her gaze, but her stare hadn’t lost its intensity. If anything, her desire seemed to have grown.

“What an interesting day this has been, Julian Imerdan,” she said. “I find myself exhausted because of you. Lay with me a while, will you? It’s the least you can do.”

Julian nodded.

“Alright. Come here, Izel.”

Izel smiled beautifully, causing his heart to flutter. She rested her head in the crook of his neck, her soft body on top of his right arm.

Julian curled his arm around her and heard her sigh contentedly.

"So how does it feel?" she whispered.

"How does what feel?"

"To be a man. A real man."

He chuckled.

"I've never felt better."

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Julian Imerdan (lv. 5 Psion)

HP: 115/115

ST: 67/102

WP: 251/441

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Julian's Skills

[Manipulation] Suggestion (cost: 20 WP) - The user can telepathically implant a suggestion in the mind of a target to influence an action, thought, or behavior of theirs. The target must be sapient. There is a chance that it might fail depending on the state of the target mind. The more simple and less unusual the suggestion, the easier it is to implant.

[Manipulation] Hypnosis (cost: 30 WP) - The user lulls the target into a light hypnotic trance. While hypnotized, the target will be more open to Suggestion and suggestions, and more likely to divulge information they would not otherwise. Requires the use of a pendant or other foci to draw the target’s gaze. Can be interrupted by any sudden or intense stimuli. Duration: ten minutes.

[Affliction] Mind Jab (cost: 15 WP) - The user projects a weak bolt of psionic energy that attacks the mind of an opponent, causing crippling mental pain that lasts for a few seconds. Affects any living creature with a brain.

[Affliction] Psi-Bolt (cost: 5 WP) – The user emits an unguided bolt of psionic energy that inflicts low Psi damage to a target upon impact. Deals moderate Psi damage against targets affected by Mind Jab, but clears them of the status.

[Connection] Detect Mind (cost: 2 WP/s) - The user can detect the minds of sentient organic beings within ten feet.

[Innate] Focus (cost: free) - The user enters a state of emotional detachment, allowing the user to ignore pain and resist negative mental effects. Increases WP regeneration by 20% while active. Only usable during combat.

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