Yes, but with a little bit of humiliation

"That depends." The man said, holding her by the collar. Vrasha's legs felt so very weak, and her arms so very numb. Within her body, the desire was spiking, her blood was racing. It was hard to focus, hard to think about anything other than the desire which raged in her loins. She was gasping, panting as the magic tore her free will. "How willing are you to serve me?"

"A-Anything..." She gasped. "I'll do anything, master! J-just let me cum..."

"Hmmm." The mage considered. Then, he released his grip on the collar, and Vrasha collapsed to the ground again, her legs weak. She tried to examine her surroundings, forcing herself to focus as she did, but it was hard, hard to look past the haze of desire which clouded her mind, hard to focus on anything but what she wanted. The world around her was grey and bland, but the things she was feeling, they were like spikes of colour shooting through her. They made her twist, and writhe and moan. Her pussy ached, ached to feel the climax that was promised. It was the most intense sense of incompleteness that she had ever experienced, she wanted, needed to be fulfilled.

Looking at her in her current state, the man's member grew hard again. The woman was panting, gasping for air, her ragged breathing making her chest rise and fall with a rictus of desire. Her lower lips were leaking constantly, wetting her inner thighs, and her nipples stood so painfully erect.

It was time to stop teasing her and move on to the main event.

Before Vrasha could even realise what was happening, the man had **** her onto her back; the rough ground dug into her naked skin, she felt his weight pressing on top of her, his hands clawing at her chest. She moaned as she felt his fingers close around her nipples, grinding mindlessly against his legs with her pussy. He pinned her down, his member engorged and hardened by the sight. Vrasha looked up at him, her arms felt so very weak thanks to the orgasm that she could not have, but still felt build. She knew she couldn't fend him off like this. Her game had become something much more, and the worst part of it? She hadn't even been satisfied yet! Instead, she'd been driven even more into desire and want!

The mage pressed up against her body; the feeling of his skin against her own was like a jolt from the collar. The tip of his member pressed against her entrance, and took her breath away. She maned, and tried to **** it in, but he held her down, keeping the two of them separate.

"What do you want?" He hissed into her ear.

"I want you inside of me..." She answered, without a shred of shame. "I want you to fuck me here and now."

"Is that so? That's a very dominant personality for a ****..."

He idly ran one finger through her folds. She hissed and tensed, waiting for him to do more, but he didn't, just stroking her back and forth until she wanted to scream.

"Why don't you try again?"

"P-please..." She said. "Please fuck me master... please do whatever you want to me... I broke the laws... I came into the forest... now I am yours.. I'm your ****... I won't try to run away... just please end this torment..."

"That's better." The man said. He lowered his body again, she tensed as she felt their closeness. His breath was warm against her skin, his member was so firm and hard, pressing so very gently against her entrance.

Then, he started to enter her. Slowly at first, but with more speed as he started to enjoy it himself. Her pussy clung to him, and she moaned in the back of her throat, throwing her head back as she felt his manhood fill her up. Her breasts burned with desire, and soon, they were being fondled and licked, the man drove his dick into her again, the shock of the motion rushed through her body. She shuddered as the waves of pleasure took her, breaking through any defence she might have had. The man pinched her nipples, he trailed kisses down her neck, tugging at her ear with his teeth. Each time he entered her, she felt like that sensation was the only thing in the whole world. Her mouth was half open, the feeling of being fucked so roughly was truly enjoyable. he continued to thrust into her as they went, picking up speed and power, driving himself into her body again and again, making her moan and tremble, and he grunt and groan.

"Y-you're going to be **** forever." He whispered into her ear as the two of them fucked.

She said nothing, her eyes closed against the pleasure. It was rising. Racing. Burning through every nerve in her body. She opened her mouth to reply, but could only moan.

"I am going to chain you up." He hissed. "Those tender breasts of yours are going to be branded so that everyone knows you're mine."

Vrasha still could not speak. She was moving in sync with his thrusts, trying to let him drive deeper into her womanhood. It felt like fireworks were cooking off under her skin, the world was a blur of emotion, sensation and desire. The orgasm continued to mount, and she wanted to scream, to beg, to do anything that would make it so she could finally be pushed over that edge. He continued to fuck her, continued to dominate her. His weight pressed against her body, his hands against her breasts. It was like no other lover she had ever had. To them, she had been Vrasha, the Windblade, a legendary general, a soldier, a hero. Before that, she'd still been a princess... a possible future empress... no one had ever dared to treat her like this.

"Every day, you're going to live naked." He hissed to her. "And when you misbehave, I am going to punish you like this. By making it so you can't cum, and then teasing you. Sometimes, we're going to go into a village, and I'll claim that you're some criminal here to be punished... I'll string you up by your arms and legs and let them do what they want to you. They can fuck you and tease you, torment you and make you scream. And all the while, you won't be able to cum. You'll just have to take it all, until you're weeping and begging for me to let you climax."

She moaned, the pace of their love-making growing every more frantic. She could feel her pussy tightening in preparation, and a sudden desperation grasped her heart. Was he going to let her cum? Or would he just leave her on the verge? Horror gripped her as she realised that he just might!

He thrust into her one more time, with all of his strength, and she felt him explode, his cum, filling her up as she writhed and moaned, the feeling was heavenly, her desire had been heightened to the extent that she could only enjoy it, but even more than that, as he began to cum, the man reached over and poked her breast, a spark of magic leapt from his finger, and suddenly, Vrasha felt the collar's power drop away. She gasped, but had no time for words, the climax hit her like the strongest wave of pleasure she had ever known. All the things she should have felt, all the lesser climaxes she had been denied, they all washed down in one great flood of pleasure. She groaned, and moaned, and writhed on the ground, not even feeling it as the man withdrew from her body, as his seed spilled from her womb. She felt like she was on fire, like the very world around her had stopped, her chest rose and fell, and then rose again. Her arms and legs felt even more numb than before. Her fingers flexed, and then clenched as she tried to ride out he sensation. It was like a tide of rising water, shocking and electrifying her as it washed over her whole body. Her fingers prickled, her toes pulled tight.

Vrasha came like she had never cum before. The roaring desire thundered through her body, the elemental **** ripped aside anything as puny as thoughts or desires. All she knew was the feeling, the release, the spiking desire finally paired with the explosive climax.

When she was able to think again, she realised she was lying in a pool of her own juices. Her pussy felt sensitive and overstimulated. She was breathing deeply, her body felt lazy and satisfied. She blinked, and looked around. How much time had passed? Not very long... five minutes, ten? The mage was standing by the fire, a look of self satisfaction upon his face. The collar felt cold around her neck, the magics still binding her. But the arousal had faded, he spiking desire had been released. She was able to think again, and now she knew the situation in full!

Vrasha moved, forcing a body that was already worn and tired to action, she clawed her way to her feet, glaring towards the man who had fucked her. he laughed to see her standing up so soon.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked. "Most women can't move again for half an hour at least after such an orgasm as that. You must be tough. Either that, or I didn't punish you enough. Why don't we try again? Come here."

That was certainly not something she was going to do. Vrasha felt the collar zap her, and gritted her teeth as the pain descended down through her spine. She half fell, but caught herself, shaking her head. That might have worked against someone who was not used to pain, but she'd been a soldier for many years, and famous as she was, she'd taken hits and wounds alike. She knew pain. The collar was distracting, shocking, but not enough to compel her now that she was serious.

"You want me to come to you?" She snarled. "Sure, let's see how you like it when I'm right in your face!"

The mage snarled at her, a look of contempt flashing over his features as he waved a hand, tracing a rune and the air before him shimmered and formed a hard shield of energy. She'd seen it on the battlefield before many times. It was standard trick that any magician learned who thought they might end up in a fight. As spells went, it was basic, easy to cast and extremely useful. So of course this guy would have it.

Luckily, she'd accounted for that. As the mage braced himself to bounce her off his shield, Vrasha ducked low, whipping past him instead. He froze, confused for only a split second.

It was all she needed.

She spun past the man, pausing by the edge of the river where she had dropped her weapons. Her hand closed around the hilt of her sword. Then, she spun again and came at him in a dashing motion. Her neck burned with the collar, and she could feel the pain of it building. But she had endured worse, or so she told herself anyway, and she could ignore it for now.

For now.

"You idiot!" The magician screamed. "My shield will block fist or sword alike! You've wasted your chance, and I'll punish you for it! I'll string you up by the breasts, and make it so you can't climax! Days you'll spend like that, just begging for release! I-"

"Talk too much." Vrasha snarled, reaching the shield at last. The mage angled it to block her slash, but to his absolute shock, it parted before the blade. Not merely that, the whole thing just detonated as soon as the blade touched it. He was frozen in horror, and that was his undoing. Vrasha smashed a shoulder into his gut, then, as he tried to recover, slammed the hilt of the blade into the side of his head. He was thrown sideways, and then lay on the ground, a bleeding bump on his forehead.

Vrasha stood for a moment, catching her breath. The collar still burned her, but it was less now that she was holding her sword. That was the magic of her blade. A shield which could not be broken, and a sword which could not be stopped by magic. Indeed, a sword which destroyed magic at the merest touch. if the man had been paying attention to anything but her naked body, he probably would have noticed.

They called her Vrasha the Windblade due to her combat style, but she had another title as well. earned on the field of battle, and whispered by her enemies when they had to face her in combat.

She was the Mage Killer. The woman armed with a shield which could block even a magic, and a sword which could carve through any defence. That was how she had known that he was not as powerful as he had said. She'd faced stronger before. Even so, however, she had nearly been ensnared. If he had kept his spell upon her, keeping her body locked with desire, she would surely not have been able to muster the strength to escape.

She raised the sword, pressing the tip of the blade against the collar. Instantly, the spell cut out, and the collar opened, as it had been sealed by magic too. It fell to the ground at her feet, and Vrasha loosed a sigh of relief. Slowly, she trudged to the river, and looked at her reflection once more.

She looked like a mess. Her skin soaked with sweat and river water. Her hair a tangled confusion, her breasts were had taken on a distinct red hue due to over stimulation, and her pussy was still dripping, the man's cum still leaking out of her.

"I look worse than I did before I went into the damned river!" She snarled to herself. She noticed the state of her lower self with another sigh. "And I am going to have to take some pills for that too. Just lucky I brought them. I didn't think I would be having too much sex, but I guess old habits die hard."

She'd need to take another dip in the river. No doubt about it. But before she did that, she had to answer one other question.

What was she going to do about the mage?