Succumb to your master, Indra

Your friend’s naked, wet body, shimmering under the moonlight, is irresistible. Indra’s hands running over your soft skin are driving you wild with desire. You wrap your arms around her own slender body – you’re not going to let her lean apart from you again. She doesn't try to this time. Her head cocks gently to the side and your lips meet.

A rush of excitement and decadence fills your awareness. The witch is like putty in your hands. Even as she reaches between your thighs to stroke at your tender cunt flesh, you know, instinctively, that this is happening according to your pace. Indra is pleasuring you at your bidding, and it would take only a slight push to bend her completely, to sate your desires beyond… any…

No, wait. The temptation to dominate and bind Indra in pleasure is overwhelming, as is the raw passion of the moment. But more than anything else, you want to relish the exchange of sensations. Indra has, over a very short span of time, become many things to you: a friend, a confidant, a mentor. You've rarely considered what taking a lover might consist of, but in any of those imaginings, the experience was mutual ecstasy, freely offered and received graciously. Though the concept was mentioned surprisingly infrequently in the Abbey, except in cautionary tones, perhaps the romance between yourself and that fantasy partner might even include feelings of genuine love.

It’s not a voice, exactly, but some inner presence balks at these thoughts and tries to push them out of your mind. How foolish to think that something like love has anything to do with sex. You want to enjoy everything that Indra can offer you, so why not take it? She’s in no position to stop you. The pentagram symbol on your belly pulses with warmth, as if excited. You can almost feel something inside you squirming with delight.

Indra’s tongue, meanwhile, has found its way inside your pink lips, and has teased yours into her own mouth. You exchange contented moans. She’s settled over your thigh and is softly grinding herself on your leg. As she’s pleasuring you with her fingers, you’re happy to let your leg be used in such a manner.

The kiss ends, but only briefly – long enough to recognize the lust-filled gaze of her sparkling green eyes. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

The image of her body is perfection. You wouldn't have thought you’d ever look upon another woman this way before Indra, but now you want nothing more than to make her please you in every twisted way you can imagine.

“Is that so?” Your sneer is full of amusement, but also contempt. “Then show me the extent of your desire.” The witch obeys immediately, sinking wordlessly beneath the surface of the water and burying her face in you snatch. You bite your bottom lip and release a sultry moan when she begins to attack your clit vigorously, sucking and nibbling on it.

A sadistic smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you place your hands on the back of her head, holding her in place as if to say “You can come up for air when I’ll allow it.” The gesture is seemingly understood, and possibly unnecessary. Indra’s focus is absolute. You can tell that she begins to run out of breath when she starts squeezing your thighs, but she still doesn't give up. It’s only when she loses her grip and her flickering tongue begins to falter that you place your hand on the bottom of her chin and pull her up for air.

Lost in her expert cunnilingus, you now realize she must have been underwater for several minutes. Her lips are blue and her eyes are bloodshot. She gasps to refill her lungs, but you barely afford her this respite, covering her mouth with your own. You trade positions, flipping her around and pinning her to the side of the bath. She would be too weak to stop you if she weren't already captivated by your master’s influence.

Indra is totally at your mercy. The feeling is… intoxicating. You want to stretch your influence to see what you’re capable of – your mind races at the possibilities. Or maybe you’ll make her beg for something she wants instead? There is a stray thought in the back of your mind, too faint for you to recognize it, and mostly overwhelmed by the intense heat and desire originating deep in your core…