Handjob

You hate yourself for desiring this evil bitch, but there is no denying the reaction your body is having to her near-perfect physical form. Even as she smirks at you with a haughty, superior air you feel your cock twitch in your pants.

"And your seed I shall have in me, my little pet," she purrs as she glides over to you, walking sensuously on her spike-heeled, perfect legs. She stands straight in front of you and you will yourself to do something, anything to resist her. All you need to do is move away, for crying out loud! Even telling her no would show some sign of resistance, but you seem entirely powerless against her seductive charms. She chants again, and more golden runes appear in the air, flowing over your body and magically removing your clothes.

"Oh, yes," she coos, "You will do VERY nicely as a ****." As she says this she looks you up and down and traces a perfectly-manicured fingernail from your mouth, down your neck and along your chest, then down your abdomen, then to your raging erection. "This cock is going to serve me well," she states matter-of-factly as her other fingers join the first and wrap around your manhood. You can't look away from her perfect, seductive eyes, but your body shudders as her other hand reaches down to cup your balls.

"The only question is how long I should make you squirm before I let the inevitable happen." Her fingernails rake gently across the tip of your cock, causing you to squeal in a combination of lust and frustration. "Ohhh, you're so cute when you're ****."

She chants again in that inhuman, evil language and more runes appear in the air, only this time they are red and menacing. She spits out a final syllable, and the runes become like ropes that suddenly wrap around your wrists and ankles and throw you against the wall. As if you didn't feel helpless enough before, now you are tied, spread-eagled and naked, to the wall in front of your worst enemy. "Fuck you, you bitch!" you manage to yell. It's not the most clever retort, but you're proud of yourself for finally finding at least a shred of resistance.

"Right on both counts", she counters smoothly, one corner of her mouth raised in a (much to your dismay, incredibly-sexy) sneer. "You will be fucking me, and I am indeed a bitch." She takes the few steps she needs to in order to stand directly in front of you again, and her two sensuous hands encircle your dick and balls again. You stare into her gorgeous blue eyes, hoping to find even a tiny bit of mercy in them, but close your own eyes in ecstasy a moment later when her hands do the most incredible-feeling thing as they slowly twist back and forth.

"It's cute that you think you can resist me," she states matter-of-factly, "But of course you can't. You are utterly, completely, totally, and forever helpless against me." As she says these words she continues to gently stroke and massage both your sensitive cock-tip and your balls. "And I think secretly you want it that way, don't you?"

You moan again, both from the incredible physical sensations and the realization that she's absolutely right. Her physical form matches your innermost fantasies and desires. That, combined with her undeniable power and confidence, makes her irresistable. And being held magically helpless while she can do whatever she wants to you unlocks a deep need you never admitted to yourself before.

"Ahhh," she coos, "I see you realize it too, don't you, my pet?" She continues to tease and fondle your manhood, driving you crazy with desire. "Will you give me your seed now, or do I need to **** it out of you?"