A Dinner, a guest, and a choice.

Viviena was impressed by the variety of dresses in her closet, as she stood naked and air-drying in her bedroom. Eventually she picked out a black-and-red gown, a slit up one side, a plunging neckline. The dress was made of impossibly fine silk, dyed rose-red and night black, and sewn into it, thousands of bead-sized gemstones, cut into the shape of flowers, ruby roses in the black sections and onyx calla-lillies in the red. A genuinely insane volume of wealth, more than whole villages earn in a year, hung from her body. And there were a dozen more hanging in the vast wardrobe, perhaps more.

Like Malaeorn was rubbing her nose into it.

Still, the diamond ****-collar hung around her throat like a hand. It was a beautiful choker-necklace- she had been baited into trying it on for a reason!- but it's tightness, it's coldness on her skin, was impossible to ignore.

She slipped into her shoes- a pair of solid-diamond pumps with four-inch heels, somehow more comfortable than they should be- and turned to look at herself in the mirror, as she adjusted her hair and pinned it into shape.

She looked like a queen, like a sorceress empress, in her clothes, and for a single second, she let herself indulge in that fantasy. This feeling of power was just a feeling, a self-induced illusion- but it was sweet while it lasted.

"You look beautiful" Connor said from behind him, still naked, his small cock hanging limply over the atrophied remnant of a scrotum. His body was lean, subtly effeminate, as would be expected of one of his nature. He gazed at her in a strange way, filled with joy and admiration yet devoid of even a spark of lust.

He reminded her of a golden retriever.

"You look beautiful too, Connor" she said, not sure what word to use for his peculiar appearence other than 'beautiful'. He blushed and squirmed briefly at her, before giving her a resigned look.

"We need to be down in the grand dining hall in ten minutes. Master Malaeorn seems to have something planned. Come what may, it was pleasant to meet you." He smiled and gave her a slight bow, before turning on his heel and striding out of the room and into the hallway, still naked, and out of sight.

She sighed heavily as she put a pair of earrings in, also glowing diamond.

"Come what may" She said under her breath.

*****

The grand hall lived up to its name. Stained-glass windows from the floor to the ceiling as tall as an old-growth forest, a long table carved with absurdly intricate forms and topped with glass. It would have taken dozens of craftsmen months to make it.

The table and the chairs around it were nearly empty. At the opposite end sat three chairs and a few platters of food. Only one chair was in use, the head chair like a jeweled throne, Malaeorn seated in it. The two other chairs, empty, flanked it.

Vivienna strutted town the hall, parallel to the table, her strides long, her head high, her shoulders back, her dress immaculate, hugging her body perfectly and glistening with wealth. She tried to retain what little dignity she felt she could, given her captivity. She would not give her **** captor the satisfaction of seeing her spirit broken.

In the side of her vision she saw the table, the carvings beneath the glass. Erotic carvings, hundreds or even thousands of men and women in a tangle of faux-flesh, wood under glass.

Guard's glared lustfully at her as she passed. She could feel how they wanted her, how they _hated _her, how their desire and contempt mixed into a sickening slurry. It was an old, familiar sting to her.

Malaeorn smiled as he gestured to the vacant seat to his right. "Sit. Eat."

She sat, but she did not eat.

"You summoned me here." She said in a low, flat voice. "Why?"

He smirked. "Could it be that I simply wanted the presence of a beautiful woman for diner?" Smiling warmly, he leaned over, took her hand in his, and kissed it, her skin crawling beneath his loathsome touch.

He smiled at her, clearly relishing in his power over her. "Very well, straight to the point. There has been a new development, and I need your opinion on it."

The door of the great hall opened again, and a woman began walking through it. She was a gorgeous woman, an olive-skinned, raven-haired beauty from the southern lands, on the coasts of the great inner sea. She was naked, save for a diamond collar at her throat, and she was tall, taller barefoot than Vivienna was with her heels. An athletic build, with lean, tight muscles instead of Vivienna's curves. Her bronze skin seemed almost slightly glossy.

Every inch of her skin dripped with seething contempt, her face radiating defiant rage like a furnace as she glared at him.

"Loathsome **** who hast improsoned me, why hast you summoned me?" She seethed, her angry voice strangely beautiful with it's musical accent.

"Ah. Vivienna, meet Aurelia. Aurelia, Vivienna." He glared at the newcomer. "Sit." he sait softly. The collar flashed and Aurelia, snarling in frustrated rage, was slammed into the chair as if she was naught but a doll in the hands of an invisible giant.

"You see, I have two witches now. I need one for my project. A second might help the work go faster, but the more witches I have, the more risk one breaks out and brings my plans crashing down. So."

Vivienna stared at the newcomer, and she back at her. Witches were solitary creatures by nature, too volatile, competitive, and territorial to work together. It is speculated that their infamous bane, pregnancy, was imposed on them as a countermeasure against them growing to numerous, so that each could have their space.

"Since two witches under the same roof is only going to bring trouble, One of your can't be a witch anymore."

Vivienna could see the bronze-skinned woman grow paler in real time, her own heart dropping through the floor, as his words sank in.

"I need one of you for my great project. The other, I shall impregnate. I shall strip her of her powers, and cast her down from the heighst of power to a lowly breeding sow." He sipped his wine calmly. "And don't think I will stop at just one. Oh no. Even stripped of magic and made mortal, ex-witches have impeccable genes, perfect for bearing me sons and daughters. I plan on breeding you over and over and over again. Your belly will swell with child again and again and again, and your breasts shall never run dry."

He glanced between. Aurelia's defiance had faded, replaced by visible terror. Her breathing had grown deep and rapid, frantic, her perky breasts jiggling in abject horror.

Vivienna felt her entire body breaking out in cold terror-sweat in real time. The abyss opened up fully beneath her, and she felt herself falling down into the dark as she heard his next words.

"Vivienna. Tell me. Will you volunteer, or will you **** Aurelia to meet that fate?"

Panic rising in her throat, she looked around. Aurelia, seemingly on the edge of passing out from terror, stared pleadingly at her.

On the table, beside her plate, a knife glistened, it was small, but it came to a sharp point. If she could lure him in...