Shadows of Seduction: The Shaman's Touch

The Shaman's Pets

Chapter 10: -Shadows of Seduction: The Shaman's Touch-

"And that's all we know so far. We have a who, a what, and a how. The when is likely to be a long, consuming process, but it's still inevitable unless we destroy the anchors," Jabulani explained, sitting across the desk from the Duke, who listened intently with abject horror written across his face.

"A-a Fae god?!" the Duke stuttered.

"Yes, Selenea, The Green Mother. Despite your people's beliefs, we are facing a divine being here."

"What do you know about her?" The Duke leaned back in his chair, attempting to regain his composure, though worry still clouded his expression.

"She embodies the duality of nature's beauty and relentless cruelty. Beneath her enchanting exterior lies a cunning and manipulative mind, viewing the world through primal instincts, driven by an insatiable hunger for power and pleasure.

Her seductive charm is as potent as it is deceptive, luring unsuspecting prey into her grasp with promises of ecstasy, only to ensnare them in her web of manipulation and domination. Selenea revels in the chaos of the natural world, finding pleasure in both creation and destruction, which she wields with equal mastery.

That's what the stories of my people say about her."

The Duke's brows furrowed in deep concern as he processed everything he had just heard.

"And the only way to stop her is by destroying these anchors—you call them. Well, you have my full support, and anything you will need, ask." Jabulani said just before rising and heading towards the door.

But before his hand landed on its knob, the Duke interrupted, "Wait, I want your advice on something. Do you think we need to tell this to everyone else, or should we keep it a secret?"

Jabulani paused, considering the Duke's question carefully. "It's a delicate matter, Your Grace. Revealing the truth could inspire fear and panic among your people, but withholding information may leave them **** and unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows."

The shaman continued to the door, placing one hand on the knob. "I suggest a measured approach. Select a trusted few, perhaps your closest advisors and allies, and disclose the situation to them. Before I head out again, though, I need to do some thinking of my own. I won't lie to you; I doubt that I even have the power to fight a Fae Goddess if we come to direct blows with her, but the spirits want me here, so I don't have the luxury of running away."

The Duke hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I need to know... do you think we should seek allies? Other noble houses, perhaps? Or even neighboring kingdoms?"

"No, she is only trying to pull your territory into the Fae Wilds. That could incite her to target others beyond your borders. Something about these lands and the Fae draws her here, and we should keep her here."

With that, Jabulani turned the knob and opened the door, only to find himself face to face with Lady Cassandra, resplendent in all her voluptuous glory. "Oh, Lady Cassandra, are you in need of the Duke? I was just leaving," he said with a kind smile and a nod of his head, graciously stepping back to allow her entry.

As Lady Cassandra entered the study, her voluptuous figure was accentuated by her deep purple nightgown. The fabric clung to her generously sized breasts, their fullness barely contained by the low-cut neckline. The gown's bodice hugged her narrow waist, emphasizing the flare of her hips and the lush curves of her thighs. Her hips swayed side to side with each step, her voluminous skirts rustling softly as they brushed against the stone floor. Her long, blonde hair, which was usually down, was currently flowing down her back in loose strands, showing that it had not yet been brushed.

The lady's voluptuous figure swayed softly as she strode over to the Duke's desk, her hips moving with a grace that mesmerized Jabulani, making it hard to tear his eyes away. She stopped just in front of the Duke's desk and leaned forward, her cleavage becoming even more prominent, the deep purple gown stretching tautly across her ample breasts. Her face filled with concern, and her full, pouty lips pursed together as she spoke, "Dear, you can't keep doing this," she admonished gently, her eyes filled with worry.

Lady Cassandra reached out to her husband, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze. "You need to rest," she urged, her tone firm but caring. Her long, delicate fingers trailed down the Duke's arm, and she took his hand, raising it to her lips. She pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, her eyes locked with his as she spoke.

"Please, for me," she implored.

The Duke poised to counter his wife's wishes, but exhaustion swiftly overtook him. His eyelids drooped, and with a weary sigh, his head bowed forward, surrendering to sleep.

"Darling!" Lady Cassandra cried out as she reached forward, her movements causing her hips and booty to sway seductively as she almost climbed over the desk to reach him.

Jabulani, having already backed out of the doorway, had a front-row seat to her performance, which was quite erotic. He knew that it wasn't intentional, but he could not help getting a little aroused at the sight.

"Lady Cassandra, please, calm yourself. He is perfectly fine," the shaman reassured, his tone soothing. "I could tell he wasn't going to yield to your wishes, so I cast a simple sleep spell. He'll awaken in eight hours, fully energized and much less fatigued." As he spoke, the shaman made his way back toward the grand desk, where Lady Cassandra's enticing booty still lingered, her current position inadvertently revealing her panties to him.

The woman's ample bosom was still pressed against the desk as her head hung down, and she let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, it appears that I've failed to fulfill my wifely duty," the lady lamented, her voice tinged with disappointment.

"A wife can only do what her husband is willing to cooperate with, and it's quite evident he's been very stressed about what's been happening to his dukedom," the shaman remarked, pausing just behind her, his gaze fixated on her booty.

"Indeed, things haven't been the same since those accursed monsters and bandits started appearing," Lady Cassandra said, finally straightening up and turning around to face the shaman.

As she did so, her large breasts jiggled ever so slightly, causing the shaman to try and hold back his building erection.

Lady Cassandra's voluptuous form was now fully facing him. Her deep purple gown clings to her like a second skin, highlighting her ample curves. The low-cut neckline offered a memorizing view of her cleavage.

"Lady Cassandra, what about you?" He inquired, drawing her gaze towards him. "If the Duke isn't coming to bed, then that means there are duties as a husband that aren't being met." His voice is steady, yet there's a hint of suggestiveness in your tone.

As those words left his lips, he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on her curves, the way her body filled out the gown, and the inviting allure of her cleavage. Lady Cassandra's eyes widened at his suggestion, and she took a moment to process his words. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks, hinting at her intrigue. As she contemplates your proposition, her body language subtly shifts, her hips swaying gently and her chest rising and falling with each breath.

The duchess' blush deepened as her eyes roamed the shaman's lean frame, admiring how his robes hugged his muscular physique. Her gaze lingered on the bulge in his pants, and her breath hitched slightly as she felt her own arousal build.

"I...I couldn't possibly ask you to do such a thing," she replied, her voice betraying her uncertainty. "B... besides, such a thing would be a betrayal of my marriage and husband."

Jabulani chuckled at the woman's response, a confident grin on his lips.

"Betrayal, you say? Since when was a massage a betrayal of marriage? Your body is tense and filled with stress knots, so I just wanted to help you get them out," the shaman assured, his voice low and seductive.

The noble's eyes shot open, her face turning beet red. "A...a massage? That's what you were talking about?" Her heart nearly skipped a beat as her mind drifted to thoughts of infidelity. Her thoughts flashed back to when she stood with her ear pressed to his chamber door, listening to the passionate moans emanating from the other side. Images of herself in place of the woman he was pleasuring, moaning at the top of her lungs, flooded her mind.

Jabulani's eyes gleam with mischief as he notices the duchess' embarrassment, taking it as a sign of her interest. He took a step closer to her, his gaze never leaving hers.

"Indeed, just a simple massage," he reiterated. "I'll assist you in getting his grace to bed, and then we can convene in my chambers. I still need to prepare the soothing oils."

The duchess's cheeks flushed even deeper at Jabulani's proximity and suggestive tone. She found herself momentarily lost in his gaze; a mixture of nerves and intrigue pulled on her.

"Um...yes, of course," she stammered, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Thank you for your offer. I...I'll see you in your chambers then."

With a quick nod, she turned to the slumbering Duke, her mind still swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions stirred by the unexpected events. She heard a sudden clap from behind her as she prepared to lift her husband to take him to their chambers. Instantly, a powerful gust of wind engulfed her, billowing up her purple gown and inadvertently revealing her entire backside to the shaman.

As the wind swirled around them, its **** intensified, focusing on the Duke and lifting him effortlessly off the ground. With a gentle motion, he was carried through the air, guided by the unseen ****, and deposited onto his bedchamber with surprising ease.

Once the Duke was safely tucked into bed, Jabulani focused his attention on Lady Cassandra. The winds swirled around her, lifting her and carrying her in a similar manner. Lady Cassandra gasped in surprise at the magical display, feeling the sensation of the wind's gentle caress upon her skin, which eased her.

Wind elementals guided her through the air, and the wind focused their attention on her body, brushing against her curves and exploring her shape. Their touch was warm and sensual, teasing at her most sensitive places and heightening her arousal.

She couldn't help but shiver at the unexpected sensation, a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension coursing through her veins. With each gentle caress of the wind, her senses seemed to awaken, her skin tingling with anticipation.

As the winds carried her further, she glanced back, catching a fleeting glimpse of the shaman's intense gaze fixed upon her. Heat surged through her cheeks as she quickly averted her eyes, feeling exposed yet strangely exhilarated by the encounter.

The duchess soon found herself delicately placed onto the shaman's opulent bed, the soft mattress cradling her weary body as she settled into the luxurious embrace of the covers.

"I'll be right with you. Just remove your gown and get comfortable as you please," the shaman said as he closed the bedroom door and then made his way to the window.

Lady Cassandra had already been breathing deeply; her face was already flushed red to the point where the dark-skin man's words could no longer make her any redder. Instead, she complied, peeling off the purple gown slowly.

With each delicate movement, Lady Cassandra shed the layers of her gown, revealing the contours of her form beneath the fabric. The shaman's gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention to the window and began to perform subtle feats of magic. Small bits of stone and dirt rose from the ground and came together to form a mortar and pestle.

With the mortar and pestle now formed, the shaman whispered incantations under his breath. Different types of plants and vines grew at an accelerated rate and then died after he plucked what he needed from the flora that magically grew just outside his window. He ground the leaves and petals into a fine dust before whispering another incantation, causing a ball of strange liquid to appear over the mortar before dropping right in as the shaman stirred it all.

As the shaman stirred the mixture, gradually adding more of the strange liquid, the ingredients melded together, transforming into a thin liquid with a faint, herbal aroma.

Lady Cassandra, with her large breasts free, lay on the bed, waiting patiently for the shaman to join her.

"I have everything ready. Just a few more seconds and the soothing oils will be finished," Jabulani informed.

Lady Cassandra nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she anticipated the massage.

As the shaman returned his focus to the mortar, he continued stirring the contents until the mixture was the perfect consistency. Finally, he turned to her and made his way to the bed. Looking enticingly at her, he observed the large mountains on her chest that she dared to call breasts. He raised his hand and signaled for her to turn around and lay on her stomach.

With a subtle smile played on his lips, the shaman watched as she complied, her movements graceful as she positioned herself on the bed, her back now exposed to him. Jabulani couldn't help but admire the soft curves of her body, the smooth skin that shimmered in the dim light of the room. As he approached her, he let his eyes wander down her spine, taking in the gentle slope of her back, the delicate curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips.

He shed his robes before mounting her, then slowly poured the cold oil onto her back. With a hint of mischief in his eyes, he gently placed his hands on Lady Cassandra's shoulders, his thumbs kneading the tense muscles. Leaning in, his chest brushed against her back as he aligned his body with hers. Jabulani savored the warmth radiating from her, the contrast of her soft skin against the firmness of his muscled form. With slow, deliberate movements, he pressed his hips forward, allowing her to feel the firmness of his arousal through the thin barrier of her panties. He didn't attempt to enter her but rather let the sensation of his presence linger, a promise of the pleasure to come.

Lady Cassandra bit her lip as the shaman's body pressed against her, the feel of his arousal sending a shiver down her spine. She had to fight the urge to roll her hips against him, to indulge in the growing heat that was building between her thighs. Instead, she focused on the sensation of his hands gliding over her skin, his deft fingers kneading the tight knots that had accumulated from weeks of tension and stress. As the shaman worked his magic, the soothing oils warmed and permeated her skin, the gentle fragrance filling the room.

She had to bite her lip harder to suppress the soft moan that threatened to escape her lips; the sensual combination of his touch and the fragrance was intoxicating. She hadn't realized how much she needed this, and for a brief moment, she was lost in the exquisite sensations, forgetting about her husband.

As the shaman's fingers moved lower down her back, a tingle ran through her body, her nerves coming alive with excitement and anticipation. When he finally reached the curve of her ass, she couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her lips.

Jabulani smiled inwardly at the sound, enjoying how her body responded to his touch. He kneaded the firm globes, working his fingers deeper into the muscle and releasing the tension that had accumulated.

He whispered another spell, causing his hands to heat up gradually. The temperature rose, not enough to burn or set fire to the oil covering her body, but sufficient to warm it and her body up. The heat radiated through the duchess's skin, intensifying the sensations of his touch. Lady Cassandra squirmed under his ministrations, her body responding involuntarily as she succumbed to the pleasure.

With his skilled hands, he continued to explore her body, moving in soothing, circular motions that left trails of warmth in their wake. He allowed his fingers to gently caress the curve of her ass, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his touch. As Jabulani's hands continued to knead and explore, his thumbs gently strayed towards the edges of her panties, and a soft sigh escaped Lady Cassandra's lips. Her hips involuntarily rocked back and forth, seeking more contact with his growing arousal pressed against her through their layers of clothing.

His thumbs gently hooked under the edges of Lady Cassandra's delicate lace panties. With a teasing slowness, he started to slide them down her legs, unveiling the soft, inviting flesh beneath. She felt a shiver of anticipation race down her spine. The cool air brushed against her newly exposed skin, causing a wave of goosebumps to ripple across her body. Instinctively, she raised her ass, granting the shaman greater access.

As the lace panties glided down her legs, Lady Cassandra's breath caught in her throat, her anticipation growing with each inch of bare skin revealed. Jabulani's touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a gentle yet confident grip, he continued to guide the panties lower until they slipped past her ankles, pooling at her feet.

Lady Cassandra's cheeks burned crimson, her nakedness making her feel more exposed than ever before. Yet, the shame and guilt of her betrayal were overshadowed by the growing desire that pulsed through her veins. Her body hummed with need, an ache deep inside that begged for satisfaction.

She gasped softly as the shaman's massive cock fell once again between her ass crack, yet he returned his focus back to simply massaging the tightest of muscle knots in her body. As his expert fingers dug into her muscles, the shaman couldn't help but relish the sight of the noblewoman's voluptuous body laid out before him. She had been an exquisite specimen, her full, round breasts spilling onto the bed below, her nipples hardening in response to his touch. His gaze had traveled lower, taking in the curve of her hips and the firm globes of her ass, the supple skin calling out to him. He had resisted the urge to ravage her, his restraint only amplifying his anticipation.

Finally, he pulled back off of her and instructed the woman to turn around and lay on her back.

Jabulani then mounted her again and, this time poured the soothing oils directly onto her breasts. The oil trickled down her cleavage and spread over the full, rounded curves. Jabulani watched, mesmerized, as the liquid glistened on her skin, his eyes drinking in the sight of her luscious breasts.

He traced his fingers lightly over her collarbone, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. With deliberate movements, he circled her breasts, his touch feather-light as he caressed the sides.

He ensured the head of his cock was pressed snugly against her womanhood's entrance but made sure not to penetrate.

Her hips rose off the bed, instinctively seeking the delicious friction she craved. She couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped her lips, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Jabulani leaned down, his face inches from hers, and whispered, "Shhhh."

His warm breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She trembled with desire, the feel of his body pressing against hers igniting a flame inside her. Her need consumed her, overriding any thoughts of guilt or shame. She could think about the overwhelming sensation of pleasure building inside her.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jabulani smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"And that is the end of the massage."

"Wha-" Lady Cassandra's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath hitching as she struggled to contain the wave of emotions that washed over her. Her mind reeled, caught off-guard by the sudden change in the shaman's demeanor.

"The massage is finished."

She felt his thick rod pull away from her womanhood, his fingers lingering for a moment before leaving her body entirely. A mixture of emotions swirled in her mind: a sense of disappointment and loss mingled with relief and an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Feeling the absence of his touch, Lady Cassandra lay there in a daze, her body still humming with the echoes of desire, with a damp spot appearing on her panties. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to make sense of the abrupt end to their intimate moment.

Jabulani's gaze held a hint of amusement as he watched her reaction, seemingly reveling in her discomposure. With a casual flick of his wrist, he adjusted his attire, regaining his composure effortlessly.

"B...but... I thought we were..." she trailed off, her cheeks reddening further.

"Is something wrong, Lady Cassandra?"

Lady Cassandra swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry, the words refusing to come out.

"I just thought... well, I expected..." She shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts.

Jabulani's gaze held a challenge, a silent invitation.

She hesitated, a myriad of emotions flashing across her face.

"I... I want you," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you. Can you speak a little louder?"

"Could you please speak up a bit? I'm having trouble hearing you," he said with a smirk.

"I want you," she repeated, a note of desperation creeping into her voice.

"But your husband," Jabulani began, looking at Lady Cassandra intently.

"He's not here. He won't know," she said, her eyes pleading.

"Are you willing to betray your husband's trust?"

Lady Cassandra swallowed, his question piercing her conscience.

"I..." she began, her voice faltering as she searched for the right words.

As the words failed to leave her mouth, Jabulani reached down, seizing a handful of her breasts. He squeezed the nipples between his thumb and index finger, feeling the softness of her flesh overflow between his fingers.

Lady Cassandra inhaled sharply, her back arching involuntarily at the touch. A surge of heat rushed through her body, the intensity of her desire threatening to overwhelm her. She was powerless to resist, her willpower melting away as he continued his relentless **** on her senses. Every nerve seemed to ignite with a fiery passion, her skin tingling with anticipation as his hands explored her with an expert touch.

Jabulani's fingers teased the hardened bud, his touch feather-light, eliciting a soft moan from Lady Cassandra's lips. He traced the sensitive flesh with a feather-light touch, sending a wave of goosebumps rippling across her skin. As his fingers continued to tease and explore her sensitive body, she found herself becoming more and more entranced by his touch. Her breath hitched with every gentle caress, her heart pounding in her chest as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure building within her.

His hands began their journey downward, tracing a path down Lady Cassandra's sides, causing her to shiver with delight. His fingers danced along her curves, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her. His touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins with every gentle caress. They made their way to the unprotected drooling slut between her inner thighs.

Jabulani gently parted her legs, exposing the delicate folds of her womanhood to his gaze. His touch was soft yet firm as he explored every inch of her with practiced ease. She bit her lip, unable to suppress the soft moans escaping her lips. The heat emanating from her womanhood was palpable, her juices flowing freely as he continued his relentless ****.

"The Duke truly has not touched you, has he?"

Jabulani murmured, his fingers teasing the sensitive bud.

"No, not for two years," Lady Cassandra replied, her voice breathless.

"Poor neglected girl," he teased, his fingers circling her opening, teasing her with the promise of more.

She squirmed under his touch, her hips bucking involuntarily as he tormented her with pleasure. Her cheeks burned crimson; shame and guilt intermingled with the intense desire coursing through her veins.

Jabulani gently parted her legs, exposing the delicate folds of her womanhood to his gaze. His touch was soft yet firm as he explored every inch of her with practiced ease. She bit her lip, unable to suppress the soft moans escaping her lips. The heat emanating from her womanhood was palpable, her juices flowing freely as he continued his relentless ****.

After a few minutes, her inner walls clenched around his fingers with a vice-like grip. The duchess let out a primal scream, her hands clutching the bedcovers as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Waves of pleasure washed over her, causing her womanhood to release a steady stream of liquid as her eyes rolled back and her back arched.

As the intense climax subsided, she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and spent. The only movement was the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

Jabulani's member throbbed painfully, the sight of her naked, oiled-up body sending a rush of blood to his cock. He resisted the temptation of her womanhood, his self-control holding him back, but now the desire was too great.

Lady Cassandra was in a daze, her mind hazy and body limp. Her womanhood was overly sensitive from her orgasm, her inner walls pulsing with an ache while her womb throbbed.

Jabulani removed his robes once again and hovered over her, his cock's head pressing against her soaked cunt. The sudden intrusion elicited a loud moan from Lady Cassandra, pulling her back to her senses. He slowly pushed inward, her walls stretching apart until they began to strain; she had never accommodated someone his size. He slowly pushed onward, her juices making his entrance smooth, her body yielding to his size. She moaned in both pleasure and pain, her fingers clutching the bed covers as she adjusted to his massive girth.

As Jabulani continued to penetrate her, Lady Cassandra's moans intensified, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort echoing in the room. Her body tensed with each thrust, adjusting to accommodate his size as he delved deeper. Despite the initial discomfort, a wave of arousal swept over her, mingling with the sensation of fullness. He relished the feel of her walls clenching tightly around him, the warmth of her body enveloping him. The creaking and squeaking of the bed as he put more power into his thrusts, the incoherent sounds coming from her mouth, and the slapping of flesh echoing throughout the bedroom. All of it was music to Jabulani's ears—a symphony of sounds that all served one purpose: to satisfy his carnal pleasure.

He slid in and out with an unhurried rhythm, his hips moving smoothly, each thrust drawing him deeper into her depths. The sensations overwhelmed her, her body ablaze with pleasure. But a knock interrupted the breeding session as he continued his steady rhythm, claiming Lady Cassandra's body as his own.

A feminine voice followed, calling out from the other side of the bedroom door, "Sir Jabulani, may I speak with you?"

This was a stark reminder that it was still daytime, and you were claiming the duchess of the house in the middle of the day with her daughter on the other side of your bedroom door. The duchess herself seemed too drunk to realize or care as she thrust her hips and moaned out loud.