She resists, but plays along.

With a great effort of will, Shairi invoked the Symbol of Clarity, focusing her mind on imagining the mystic sign. As she did so, she felt her emotions clear. The arousal remained, but began to fade.

Her first thought was to get away, but then she reconsidered. After all, she’d come here to gain access to the knowledge of the mage guilds, and this man could be a good route to that knowledge. And she’d have the advantage, given he’d expect her to be Charmed and pliant.

The mage brought his display to a close by making the two dragons crash into each other in an explosion of light. The crowd clapped obediently.

The age bowed. “Thank you, thank you all. Now, if I may ask… I have need of assistance with certain matters. Would any of you be willing to volunteer to help me?”

There was an immediate clamour of offers, which Shairi joined in. The mage smiled, looking over the collection of women like a selection of fine food. He even licked his lips.

He pointed. “You… and you.” Shairi had been one of the ones he selected. The other was a gorgeous brunette. She had been one of the ones who’d unbuttoned the blouse of her red dress furthest, half-exposing luscious, pale breasts, which went well with her lovely, heart-shaped face. Shairi had to admit that she couldn’t fault the mage’s taste. The woman seemed enthusiastic about being chosen, and Shairi imitated her.

The mage took them to a secluded alleyway. There, he pulled the other woman close and kissed her deeply. He put his free arm around Shairi and squeezed her pert bottom. His touch wasn’t particularly skilled, but a Charmed victim wouldn’t notice that, so Shairi gave a cute little moan.

“I’m Rendrath,” the mage said. “So,” he added to the woman, “tell me about yourself.”

She blushed, overwhelmingly faltered by his interest. “I’m Tama. My husband’s a jeweller.”

The mage smiled at the news he was about to seduce a married woman. “He certainly have good taste in… jewels. It’s a shame you have to keep those tits hidden. Why don’t you show me them?”

She blushed deeper, but obediently unbuttoned her blouse. The mage’s eyes locked on what was revealed. So did Shairi’s – her arousal was no longer being fed by Rendrath’s spell, but the sight of this beautiful young wife submissively exposing herself in a public (if deserted) alleyway was enough to keep the witch turned on.

“Very nice,” the mage breathed. “Now, bend over and put your hands on the wall.” Tama did so, her breasts hanging free. “Good. Now, show me that ripe arse of yours.” She hitched up her skirt, showing off her round, underwear clad buttocks – which Rendrath immediately slapped. Tama give a whimpering moan.

“Bad girl, Tama!” he said. “A slut like you shouldn’t wear panties. It gets in the way when someone wants to fuck you.”

“I’m sorry, Rendrath,” she moaned. She hurriedly pulled the offending panties down.

The mage picked them up. “I’ll keep these. You, Tama, be a good girl and never wear panties again.” She nodded eagerly. Rendrath paused a moment to admire her pale, curvaceous arse and her dripping pussy. “You’re a real horny bitch, aren’t you, Tama? What would your husband think if he could see you like this?”

Tama frowned a moment at the mention of her husband, but the moment of doubt soon vanished, and she wiggled her arse invitingly, silently begging to be fucked.

“Aren’t you forgetting me?” Shairi asked.

Rendrath didn’t look up from Tama. He let his pants fall to the floor, revealing a moderately sized but rock hard cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll get to you in a moment.”

His eyes went wide as Shairi put her dagger to his throat.

“I don’t take kindly to people trying to use magic to try to get into my pants,” she hissed.

Rendrath made a chocking noise. Shairi wasn’t surprised at the obvious cowardice on his face. “Wait!” he pleaded. “Don’t kill me, please! I…”