He offers information.

“I can tell you things! Give you valuable knowledge!”

Shairi paused, and lowered her dagger slightly. “Talk fast. And don’t try anything or I’ll gut you.”

He nodded hurriedly. “You’re a Rogue Mage, right? One of the rebels? You’re here for magical power? I can get you some.” Shairi didn’t know what ‘rebels’ he was talking about, but his mind seemed to be going in the right direction, so she didn’t complicate things by denying it.

But another, wicked thought occurred to her. “Wait. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Huh?”

Shairi smiled cruelly. “Tama. It’s not nice to leave a lady hanging.” The woman had been watching Shairi’s actions with confusion, her mind dazed by lust and the spell. Rendrath looked incredulous. He gulped and nodded.

His cock had withered when he’d seen Shairi’s dagger. The half-elf was not entirely heartless She leaned down and ran a teasing finger along Tama’s pussy lips. The sight was enough to make Rendrath’s manhood begin to rise again. He leaned forward and began to slide his cock between Tama’s buttocks, working it to full hardness.

“Go on,” Shairi said.

Rendarth nodded. “My master’s Torax the Binder. You’ve heard of him?” Shairi shrugged. “He’s head of the Burning Night Mage Guild. Well, he recently acquired a book. The Grimoire of the Archmage Zauthar.”

Zauthar, Shairi had heard of. She’d eagerly read Kemorin’s famous history, ‘The Age of Zauthar’. Partially it was because the archmage had used his magic to rule a vast realm, just as she planned to do. And partially it was because she’d liked the graphic way Kemorin described Zauthar’s decadence, and the depraved acts he performed with his extensive, magically potent harem of enslaved concubine apprentices – and any other woman who fell into his clutches.

Zauthar’s spell-book would be a treasure for any mage. And it would certainly contain a way to undo the seal on Shairi’s virginity.

While she considered this, Rendrath drove his cock into Tama. She began to moan gratifyingly as he pumped into her. While she had no particular desire to bed Rendrath, let alone submit to him, Shairi felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched Tama thrust her hips backwards. The young half-elf really yearned to be able to fuck when and how she wanted, and be rid of the seal.

“Alright,” she said. “Tell me about how the book is guarded.”

“Ok…” Rendrath said nervously, “but you can’t tell anyone I told you. And don’t tell anyone about the Charm spell.”

“Why? Wouldn’t your master approve of you enchanting women for sex?”

“Enchanting?” Tama gasped. Somewhere in her lust-addled mind, she obviously realised what she’d heard was important. But now wasn’t the time for her to make a fuss – Shairi leaned forward and tweaked her nipples, and her expression returned to one of blank carnal desire.

Rendrath ignored the woman, continuing to fuck her. “He wouldn’t approve of me getting caught. Um… the book’s in his private rooms at the top of the tower. It’s guarded by demons. Only his favoured guests are allowed up there. And his women.” He quickened his pace, thrusting into Tama faster and harder as his orgasm began to build.

“His women?” Shairi asked.

“Yes. He beds any of the pretty girl apprentices who catch his eye, but he likes whores, too. Especially exotic ones. He orders them in from this brothel, the Violet Kiss. Fucks them in his rooms. Ah! Some real hot bitches too. Oh!”

With one last thrust, he poured his seed into Tama. She came too – an effect of the spell rather than his technique, Shairi guessed.

“Go!” she ordered, and Rendrath hurriedly re-laced his pants and ran away. Tama was still lying on the ground, stunned. Shairi hoped she’d recover her wits before someone found her and **** her cum-dripping cunt in a less magical way.

But she had more important concerns. A plan to get the book had leapt into her mind, and she was ready to pursue it immediately.