Spying on Hubert and Evelina

Colin’s curiosity got the better of him and he moved over towards Francesca's office door, the room where Evelina and her new master Hubert Dufort were currently squirrelled away.

He had to know what was happening beyond the door. The ritual itself had shaken Colin’s confidence. Evelina paraded near naked before the crowd of sorcerers, some of whom were openly ogling her.

Reaching the door, Colin looked around to make sure no one was looking before pressing his ear to the door. It was a heavy wooden door and Colin could hear only the faint murmur of conversation on the other side.

Colin tutted to himself and stood for a moment, thinking to himself. He could open the door. He could try and sneak in. He knew that right at the doorway was a small ornamental table that he could hide behind and not be seen by the occupants of the room.

He stepped away and clutched his head. Just listening at the door was one thing but that would be taking things to another level.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath and went back to the door, turning the handle before he gave himself a chance to change his mind.

The well oiled handle turned without a sound and Colin slipped in through the gap. In the office he immediately dropped behind the table and peeked over the top.

Hubert and Evelina were in the centre of the room. The short sorcerer was standing in front of Evelina who was still wearing the sheer gown she had been wearing in the ceremony.

“Why did you pick me?” Hubert asked.

“I want power. I want to be more than my mother.” Evelina said, her eyes matching Hubert’s. The look on her face was more serious and determined than Colin had ever seen before.

“Ambitious. I like that.” Hubert smiled, “It will not be easy. I expect a lot from you.”

“I understand. I will do whatever it takes.”

“Remove your dress.” Hubert’s voice was cold and commanding. While he was undoubtedly the slimy man from earlier that evening, there was power there, making the short man appear like a giant.

“W-what?! I would rather not.” Evelina responded, thrown off by Hubert’s command.

Hubert’s hand shot out and grasped Evelina’s chin. His grasp was firm and Evelina’s cheeks squashed up to her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock and her body shook visibly.

“You chose me as your master and I demand complete obedience. There is only one path to true power and if you do not follow my every command you will never reach it!” Hubert’s voice was low and sinister like a snake’s hiss.

Evelina stared at Hubert, stunned. Colin almost shot to his feet, but hesitated. Everyone had told him that it was going to be difficult and that there would be things he would find distasteful. He wanted to protect her, but what

“Do you understand?”

Evelina nodded and Hubert released her. Harsh red outlines of Hubert’s fingers marked Evelina’s face and she squinted, tears stinging her eyes, but she matched Hubert’s gaze. She had made her choice and stood by it.

Grasping the front of the light gown, Evelina slowly raised it over her head. Bit by bit she was unveiled, and though the dress left nothing to the imagination, it was like something else. Symbolic.

She cast the garment aside and instinctively covered herself, one hand over her breasts and other over her pussy.

“Do not cover yourself.” Hubert growled, approaching Evelina with something in his hands.

Colin peered around the table he was hiding behind so that he could better see what Hubert was holding.

It was a small pot, not dissimilar to the one that Hubert had used to inscribe the symbol on Evelina’s face.

“The binding during the ceremony will not be enough. I require a more complete one.” Hubert explained, opening the container, “I will develop you, not just in mind, but in body as well.”

Evelina nodded, shivering and shifting from one barefoot to the other.

“Are you prepared?”

“I am.”

Hubert dipped his finger and once more Colin saw the peculiar shimmer on his finger. Hubert approached the nude Evelina and instead of reaching for her face, pressed his finger into the top of her left breast.

“Ah.” Evelina gave out an involuntary gasp as Hubert’s finger traced over her breast. Colin thought it was the same symbol as the one Hubert and drawn earlier. Hubert’s finger flicked over Evelina’s nipple and she sagged for a moment like the strength had gone out of her legs.

Hubert’s face was impassive as he dipped his finger into his pot and reached out for Evelina’s right breast. He repeated his symbol there, seemingly ignoring the way Evelina bit her lip and swayed.

Colin watched with a kind of horrified fascination. What was the symbol for? How did these differ from the one from the ritual? What did Hubert Dufort really want from Evelina?

To Colin’s surprise, Hubert’s finger went back into the pot for a third time. Hubert reached out with his finger once again. This time much lower on Evelina’s body than her breasts. He stopped about halfway, his finger hovering before Evelina’s lap.

Evelina watched the finger with an unreadable expression on her face. Colin wondered what was going through her head. Wondering whether this was what she wanted or if she had second thoughts.

It seemed an eternity to Colin. The wait for Hubert to make up his mind, but the renewed movement brought no relief. Hubert’s finger travelled higher than Colin expected, touching Evelina above her dark pubic hair on the flat of her belly.

“Hnnnnaaaaaah~” Evelina let out a ragged moan as Hubert drew the symbol once again. The inside of Evelina’s thighs glistened in the light of the room and she nearly fell forward. Hubert made no attempt to stop her and if she had not caught herself she would have fallen on him.

“Done.” Hubert said, closing the container, “Go get dressed. Tomorrow we will begin.”

“Okay.” Evelina said, turning and stooping to pick up the shift. Before she made it down Hubert grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up straight again. Her breast bounced as she gave a startled look to the short sorcerer.

“You will refer to me as ‘Master’.” Hubert said, his voice deep and imposing.

Evaline gave a small nod and Hubert let go.

“I’m sorry….Master.” She whispered.

Hubert nodded and gestured with his chin towards the door. As Evelina bent to try and pick up her gown again, Colin took that moment to make his escape. Ducking back towards the door and slipping back into the main floor of the apartment.

What he had just witnessed horrified him but at the same time he was as hard as rock in his pants. He needed to organise his thoughts. Needed to catch his breath and he knew what he had to do.

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