No

"No." Viviena said to Malaeorn. "No, I don't want to have sex with you, sick bastard."

Connor winced, recoiling back a few steps.

"Oh." Malaeorn said. "Ok. Hold very still." He said calmly. Viviena's **** collar clenched around her throat, and her body obeyed without question, locking still as if turned to stone. He stepped behind her and, in a single motion, ripped her undersized clothes from her body. Her large breasts and broad ass were exposed to the open air. Malaeorn gripped her ass with both hands, then slowly slid his hands up her back, along her flanks, and around her her breasts, groping and kneading them like dough.

"Your body is magnificent." He whispered in her ear. He licked her throat, kissing her jawline from behind. "Standing Command: You are unable to orgasm unless I cum inside you. Now. Put your hands on the couch and lift your ass in the air like a dog."

Her heart leaped into her throat as she obeyed. Terror filled her. Her body was no longer her own. If he ordered her to, whould she drop her wards? Would she take his seed into herself and become pregnant? He could utterly and ireversibly ruin her in an instant, if he ordered her to. Her heart hamemred against her rib cage as if it was trying to break free, her blood screaming in silent terror, as he unceremoniously plunged his cock into her from behind. He grabbed her by her waist and yanked her back on his cock, over and over. Using her like a toy. Mounting her from behind like she was a bitch in heat.

Her fertile egg floated in her womb, safe behind it's web-shell of glimmering wards. She felt his supernaturally enhanced sperm sloshing in is oversized balls, yearning to escape, screaming to breed her. She was 99% sure that her wards were stronger than his magic sperm, but that 1% terrified her. It would be better to die than to be bred by this mostrous man.

He laid his body atop hers, reaching around her, griping a hand around her collared throat with one hand, and attacking her clit with the other as he pistoned in and out of her like a machine. "Good girl." He purred in her ear, smelling her sweet smell though her hair. "You feel so good from the inside, little witch. You feel divine." His cock was stretching her out in an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. As much as she hated the idea of this loathsome **** inside her, taking pleasure from her against her will, some small, atavistic part of her relished it. He knew what he was doing, playing her body like an instrument. Waves of pleasure, radiating out from her core, higher and higher until-

At the cusp of orgasm, some **** yanked her back, like a rope hooked into her root and pulled sharply. She gasped in shock. Her pleasure remained strong, her arousal if anything even stronger. But she had not orgasmed.

The full meaning of his last order dawned on her. She could not come, until he came in her. Until she risked that ultimate terror.

She refused. She joined his ministrations on her pussy, three hands sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She ground her hips backward against his cock, relishing in the sweet friction. Yes. Yes. _Yes. _She was inching closer. Closer. CLOSER.

At the very edge of orgasm, the seal yanked her back. A surge of extra arousal dumped into her veins. She burried her face in the couch cushions, biting and screaming at the top of her lungs in frustration.

"Ah, yes. It seems we have reached an understanding." He flopped atop her, warping his arms around her, and humped his hips against hers, whispering in her ears. "See? Feel how it feels to be denied? Beg. Beg on your hands and knees, like the slobbering bitch you are."

"Please" She sobbed into the cushions. "Let me finish!"

"You will finish when I cum in you. Not a second early."

"Cum in me!" Gripping her hands on the back of the couch, she arched her back, wailing like she was dying. "CUM IN MEEEE! FILL ME WITH YOUR SEEEED!" The fear of pregnancy filled her, but the hunger, the need, overwrode anything else. She screamed as loud as she could, untill it disolved into hoarse coughing and weak wailing.

With a cruel smile, Malaeorn leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear.

"No."

Pulling out of her, he came, shooting ropes of cum on her ass and back.

Viviena gasped as she looked back. "No! No!"

She scooped the cum off of her, rolled onto her back, and begun furiously masturbating with his cum on her fingers. He stepped back and laughed as he waitched her.

She worked herself closer to orgasm-

Denied.

Again, almost to the edge-

Denied.

She arched her back and whined. She rolled off of the couch and flopped unto the floor, pink haze of arousal filling her mind. She dragged herself weakly along, after him, as Malaeorn walked calmly away and out of sight, whistling a tune.

Sighing, Connor stepped over to her and picked her up in his arms. He was of a lean build, though apparently stronger than he looked. He carried her, still naked, out of the library and up the stairs. "He does this to newcomers, sometimes. A display of power. He'll give you a bunch of orgasms tomorrow and take the limit off of you. In the meantime. You have a long night in front of you. I'll keep you company."