Shouldn't be difficult

Another night with Morrin means no sleep again. Only sex. You're happy to do this voluntarily, but now, with the binding agreement on you (an agreement which Morrin still doesn't know about) you really have ****. Life can be really tough sometimes, eh?

The dynamic has now changed between the two of you. You are definitely the one in charge, and Morrin very much subservient. Now when she sucks your cock, it isn't that she's pleasuring you, it's that you're using her for your pleasure. When you're pounding into her, it isn't that she's invited you to her bed, it's that her body is yours to do with as you please.

Even when you eat her out, bringing her to climax with your tongue on her clit and your fingers pumping in and out of her, it's really only to keep her wet and get her ready for the next round of fucking. When she comes, it is only because you allow her to come.

And when she is on top of you, straddling your cock, you are still in control. You take her ass in both hands and, with her lying against your body, thrust up into her. She isn't riding you; you're fucking her from beneath. It's all she can do to cling on.

Of course, this isn't to say she doesn't enjoy herself. Hell, she orgasms more times than you do. "Ohh, don't stop!" she's always moaning. "Please don't stop! Ohh!"

By the time the sun rises, you have thoroughly worn her out. Her body has been fucked better than almost any body ever before. She is left panting and gasping for breath, sweat sheening every inch of her skin from her magnificent breasts all the way down her beautiful long legs.

So when you tell her about the binding agreement you had Fae cast on you, and that, since you've fulfilled your side of the bargain she now has to fulfil hers, she can't object much. She looks indignant, raises a hand as though to cast a spell against you, and then lets it drop, She's too tired. She lets out a wry laugh.

"I never thought you'd be wily enough to do something like that," she says. "I though it was all just fun and games. I thought you were dominating me for the sake of pleasure."

"I was," you admit. "I just took advantage of it to get Fae free, too."

"You realise I'll have to leave my tower now? She'll report me as soon as she gets to a Guild House. I'll have to run."

"I know. And I'm sorry for that. But at least you escape with your life."

"True," she smiles. "I live to fuck another day. And if we ever meet again, trust me when I say there will be A LOT of fucking!"

Morring leaves that same day, taking with her a small number of things. You and Fae remain in the tower, planning on staying at least one more night before you leave.

Fae tells you that you can take anything that you find in the tower and keep it for your own as payment for saving her. While she herself rifles through the parchments and enchanted items, gasping in delight at all the wondrous things that Morrin kept hidden from her, you have a nose around yourself. There's not much that interests you though; a bag of money which you share with Fae (you would feel bad if you took it all and left her with none) is about all.

Fae also gives you a ring she finds among Morrin's possessions which bears the insignia of a shield. She says that it will protect you from all mid-level spells; though not those such as the disintegrating beam she used on Morrin.

You've retired to your room and are just thinking of going to bed when there's a knock at the door and Fae enters.