Emma's world

“Okay let's go through it one more time.” We’d already gone through the plan twice but so much was resting on it working that I wanted to make sure I had thought through absolutely every possibility. After all this was our last chance at escape. Who knows what these greedy evil creatures had planned for us both.

We were sitting in a rusty iron cell, squirrelled away in the corner of a musty cave lit only by dim candles, listening to the sound of raucous laughter far above as a rowdy pack of goblins partook in a debaucherous feast. We could hear them devouring food, getting into fights and cracking open cask after cask of ale. No doubt these were all plundered goods from an unlucky village nearby. Me and Emma had set up a small camp in the woods to rest after a day's travel on foot, and just as I had been drifting off to sleep a pack of them had sprung upon us.

They’d been smart enough to snatch up our wands before we could reach them, pinning us down, emptying our pockets for anything we could possibly use to cast spells. Then they hauled us back to their camp, jeering and mocking us all the while. All they’d tell us is that we’d ‘wait for their queen to return.’ If not for Emma’s quick thinking, hiding one of her enchanted rings in her mouth before they had noticed, we would have been left utterly at the mercy of this foreboding leader.

Emma

I’d only known her for a year but I felt as though I couldn’t remember my life without her. We’d both enrolled in the college of magic at the same time, studying the same topics as we strived to learn all of the secrets of magic. The first night we met she’d invited me for a late-night study session at the arcane library, all night we shared fanciful dreams and hopes of what we could achieve when we became masters. From then onwards we’d barely left each other's side, exploring, researching, adventuring, and only a week ago, just before the start of our latest quest, we shared our first kiss under the moon. I can’t think of a single experience in my life that’s been more perfect.

She was clever, witty, and perhaps even more protective of me than I was of her. During sparring practice I was often puzzled when spells dissipated around me of their own accord, only to realise after that her muttered counterspells had been what had protected me. Even now, trapped in a musty cell I was amazed at how composed and calm she was, utterly focused on how we were going to escape.

She knelt on the floor, next to the bars that separated us from each other, using a scrap of wood to scratch a rough sketch of the cave we had been pulled through. She had raven black hair that fell to her shoulders, eyes that sparkled with different shades of blue every time the light caught them. The goblins had taken the golden necklace she wore around her neck, but she still wore her college attire, a white cloak and robes, a matching corset to keep them fastened, brown leather belt around her waist and large boots. The robe reached down past her knees, though she whisked them behind her when she needed to kneel down, preferring to muddy her knees rather than the white cloth.

“-so when the goblin is charmed, he’ll go and fetch the nearest magical focus he can find and give it to us. He’ll pretend to lead us out, tied up, telling anyone he sees that the queen wants to see us outside. Then, when we’re outside we can slip through a dimension door to one of the hillcrests. We’ll be too far away for them to chase by then.” she finished tapping the scrap of wood on the floor.

“Okay. Let's do this.” I agreed, swallowing and trying to calm my pounding heart. Our eyes met, and she gave me a small smile. I felt the urge to lean against the bars and kiss her, to share a special moment with her that might be my last. But before I could footsteps crunched from outside the cave and before long a goblin had tramped his way into the room.

It was an ugly creature, with pale yellow skin, small black eyes and a large squashed nose. He was about half as tall as a human, though his hands and feet seemed out of proportion to the rest of his body and were bigger than ours were. He was wearing nothing but a ragged leather loincloth, his short stocky chest bare. He squinted over to look at the pair of us, checking that we were still in our cells and that was when Emma struck, wasting no time.

Pointing the ring directly at his face, a brilliant flash of pink light filled the room, making the goblin yelp and recoil, I too had to avert my eyes. When I looked back the goblin was scowling at Emma, who was still staring straight ahead at him. Before she could say anything however, the goblin spoke up.

“What in the hells was that?” He growled, pulling out his sword and jabbing it through the bars, prodding her in her side. Emma blanched and took a step back.

“It was a charming spell; it’s not to hurt you, it’s just to make you more suggestible so you do what we ask!” She took a deep breath and then adopted a more commanding tone. “Goblin, I want you to open the door and release me.”

The goblins scowl slowly melted into a wide leer. Something about the smile sent shivers down my back, made me want to pull Emma back away from him and stand between them. A small part of me knew then that something had gone wrong, but I didn’t know what. The goblin put his sword away, stepped forward, and taking a key from the belt around his waist, undid the door to Emma’s cell.

I heard her sigh of relief, saw her satisfied smile as she stepped out of the cage and checked the passage outside before turning back to the goblin and giving him another instruction.

“Now I want you to unlock his cage as well.”

“Nah…”

The goblin's refusal hung in the air, making us both freeze. He was still leering unpleasantly at her, wearing a smug expression. Emma blinked, confused, and opened her mouth to repeat the instruction, but before she could make it halfway the goblin interrupted her.

“Oh shut up will you? Kneel down I’m gonna explain something to you, girl.” I watched in horror as Emma’s words dried up in her mouth, and she sank down onto her knees in front of the goblin without protest, bringing her brilliant blue eyes level with his cruel black ones.

“See this bracelet?” He held up one of his wrists that had a gold band on it. “Our queen gave us this to protect us from your type. Reflects any brain magic right back to the person who did it. So I’m betting your brain is mush now huh?”

It was as though a bucket of ice had been poured over my heart. Never had I felt so afraid, not for myself, but for her. What could I do, What could I do… Think! I needed to distract him, to give him something else to focus on.

“Goblin! Goblin! If you don’t let her go I’ll…”

“Oh shut it human.” He said, looking over his shoulder at me with a growl before turning back to Emma. “Listen here girl, can you cast the same spell on him you tried to do on me? I reckon we could have some fun with that huh?”

I could see the dismay in Emma’s eyes as she stood up and raised her hand with the ring on to point at me. I could see that she didn’t want to do it. Whatever battle she fought with the magic in her mind though she must have lost. There was another pink flash and this time I felt a warmth wash over me as it became my turn to be on the receiving end. My thoughts were still lucid, it wasn’t as though I felt drunk or tipsy in any way, more as though any request that Emma, and through her the goblin made I had to do. It wasn’t a compulsion I could fight, it was just a truth as obvious as the sky being blue.

“This here your boyfriend missy?” The goblin sniggered. Emma swallowed and then nodded. My heart gave a little flutter at this. We’d never properly talked about what we were to each other, but still the moment was soured by the circumstance. Even that brief moment of happiness left me as soon as I saw his gnarled hand curl around her waist. She shuddered, but didn’t pull away.

“He’s a bit of a runt though… Can’t imagine he’s a good fuck, huh?”

“We’ve never had sex.” she answered, visibly uncomfortable. The goblin let out a belch of laughter, giving Emma an amused slap on the side with his hand.

“That don’t surprise me, the runt of a man probably scared you’ll leave him when you see his prick. You know what, since I’m in a generous mood let's have a look. Tell him to take his cock out.”

I blanched at this, fear gripping every part of me. I looked at Emma, trying to mentally will her to fight the spell, to somehow stop this from happening. I was devastated that what should’ve been a special, private moment between the two of us was being ruined by the goblin. I didn’t want this to be the first time Emma saw me like this. But we were helpless, both of us puppets to the goblin’s whims.

“Take your cock out,” she said.

And so I did, I had **** after all. Still the spell didn’t give me the confidence to help me pull off this task, my clumsy fingers fumbling on . I tugged down the slacks that I was wearing just enough to let my dick and balls fall out, quickly covering them with my hands hearing the goblin’s laughter ring out in my ears.

“Pull your hands away runt!” The goblin shouted. There wasn’t any magical compulsion behind his words, but his voice was so loud I instinctively followed his instructions anyway, resting them behind my back. The air felt cold around it, my cock reaching a few inches long, half covered by a tuft of blonde hair. The goblins piercing laughter resumed, but I had only eyes for Emma, who after a quick glance looked away, her eyes sad. I knew it was only the situation that was upsetting her, I was feeling the same way, but something about her refusal to meet my eyes awoke a fear that she wasn’t pleased with what she saw.

“I knew the runt had a tiny dick…Do you think he’ll be able to get you off with that prick?” The goblin cackled, grabbing Emma’s chin with his green fingers and pulling it around to face me, though she still didn’t want to meet my eyes.

She opened her mouth, paused, closed it again, visibly biting her lip. It looked like she was fighting the effects of the spell. She definitely had more resistance than I did, whenever she gave me an instruction I couldn’t even muster the willpower to consider resisting. Perhaps the reflected spell wasn’t as strong.

“It-it doesn’t matter.” she finally managed, letting out a pent up breath. The goblin snorted and tweaked her chin again. “It doesn’t!” She repeated, her voice more strained than it had been this whole time. “There are other ways to make sex feel good. And we care about each other, that’s what’s important” I didn’t know what she meant by this comment, had she had sex before? Neither of us had ever come close to discussing our personal pasts, we’d always been so dedicated and excited by our studies. Another peal of the goblins' laughter distracted me.

“Ever seen goblin dick before girl?” He asked, giving her a shake to turn her attention towards him. Every time he grabbed her it was so possessive, indifferent, rubbing in the fact that I had no control over the situation.

Emma didn’t respond, she was definitely starting to fight off the spell, though I didn’t think the goblin had noticed, he was enjoying humiliating the pair of us so much. The goblin tore off his loincloth, the fabric actually ripping where his black nails caught it.

Emma didn’t avert her eyes this time. Even I was momentarily stunned by the sight in front of me. Just like the goblin’s hands and feet his cock was far out of proportion to the rest of his body. A thick yellow shaft that must have been more than three times as big as mine, far more girthy, even as it dangled soft over his wrinkled and heavy sack. He flashed a smirk in my direction and after a moment I averted my gaze downwards, feeling my cheeks burn with the shame of the situation. I only looked back up when I heard him talk to Emma again.

“What do you think eh? Better than your runt huh?”

“Well… it’s bigger.” Emma said, still not looking in my direction. I knew that she was only saying this because the spell was compelling her to, but still what she said was true. Insecurity started to gnaw more painfully at me as I watched her stare at the goblin.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” he let her go as he turned around and went over to the corner of the cave, heaving a barrel over to the middle of the room grunting the whole while. I wanted more than anything for her to turn around, please, just turn around, I needed to look at her, to read what she was feeling.

But she didn’t. Her eyes never left the goblin as he made his efforts. When he had got the barrel where he wanted her pulled himself on top of it, turning around and spreading his stubby legs. His intention was clear now, because at this height kneeling down his cock was exactly at Emma’s eye level. My fear grew with every breath, each one making my heart pump all the more furiously.

“Get over here.” he grunted at her, nodding at the space between his legs. She shuffled over without comment, now facing directly away from me, so that all I could see from her was her hair, back and a hint of her pale legs showing whenever the robes parted around them.

“Kiss me” he instructed.

Surely she was going to resist this? I felt so angry at the goblin for what he was trying to make her do, but I was helpless in this cage, under the same magic that she was.

“Kiss me!” he repeated again, this time his voice was more menacing.

She paused, I got the impression that she was confused. She slowly took the goblins legs in her hands, using them to pull herself up towards the goblins face. Before she could get very far however he snorted and put one of his large hands over her face, pushing her roughly back down into a kneeling position, her knees hitting the muddy floor with a thud.

“Not on my lips you stupid witch… on my cock.” he leered, as though this had been obvious. His yellow fingers pushed through her hair as he took it in a rough grip, guiding her downwards. Her head blocked everything from view so all I could use to tell what was happening were the sounds that I heard as she bent over his manhood.

At first, I thought, or maybe I hoped, that she had refused. For a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then I heard the goblin make a sound between a grunt and a groan. He sounded oddly surprised. His hand slackened on the back of her hair, legs tensed and then relaxed. Then I heard a wet sound as her lips broke the contact of her kiss, a soft breath and then another long kiss, followed by a pepper of shorter ones, which she had to take a moment to catch her breath after.

“Fuck girl… you done this before?” The goblin asked, the shock plain in his tone.

“Quite a lot,” was her reply. The goblin had let some of her hair fall back in front of her face under his slack grip and she tucked it behind her ear before leaning back over to carry on her work.

I couldn’t describe the hurt I was feeling, the fact that the goblin, even if it were by magic, had drawn out this part of her that I’d never known about. That she’d never told me. That even now I was excluded from. It was as if by turning her back she’d become a new person. No it felt worse than that, not as if she were becoming a new person, it was like she was showing her real self. A part of her she’d kept hidden from me. I didn’t even understand how it was possible, I’d spent so much time with her, got to know her better than anyone in the entire college. How, why, when had she done this quite a lot?

The sounds started again, different this time, but I couldn’t make out what these noises were. Was she licking the length? Sucking on it? Or perhaps I was just torturing myself. Whatever she was doing it was with a dedication similar to that of performing spells under examination

Her head dipped down a moment later and I saw the goblin’s now hard cock hanging over her hair like a spear. The shaft had a slight curve to it now that it was hard. Every inch of it glistened, lavished with a coating of Emma’s spit from her actions just moments before. Now however she seemed to have took a break from the throbbing length,

The goblin’s groans of pleasure were joined by her breathing which had grown more laboured, the sucking noises she was making becoming messier as they mingled with the soft pants she took, sometimes pulling away for a moment, sometimes just breathing around whichever part of the goblin’s junk she happened to have in her mouth. I watched a bead of white grow at the tip of the goblin’s cock before leaking down onto her hair, which she seemed to take as a signal to lift herself back up and turn her attention back to the shaft.

I saw her hand shift from the goblin’s leg to his crotch, followed by a repeating ‘gluck’ sound as she bobbed up and down. She must have been stroking his cock as well, the sleeves of her robes flapping around her elbow as it worked away. I realised somewhere among the pain that she hadn’t been given a single instruction after the goblin had told her to kiss his cock. This was all… her. Maybe she’s hoping to distract the goblin enough to escape I thought. I had to fight the jealousy somehow.

Because at the moment, more than anything, that’s what it was. Pure jealousy. That he was the one that got to experience what she was doing now. What others had apparently experienced as well. I wanted it, I wanted to be the one that she was doting on, sucking off with such vigour. It was awful of me to think that way when she had been taken advantage of, but it was the truth. If she hadn’t wanted to do anything with me for so long, would she ever?

As these thoughts flashed through my mind I realised that my cock had hardened, pointing up towards the pair of them, still meagre in length compared to the goblin, as though my body had decided to show this pitiful display in the **** hope that she might turn to me instead. But by the looks of it, not even an earthquake would’ve distracted her at that moment.

The goblin was a different matter however. Even through the pleasure he was enjoying his small black eyes found the sight of my arousal, and the leer that I had come to associate with everything horrible in this world was back on his face. Before he even opened his mouth I knew he was about to make a comment about it, to tell Emma that I was enjoying the sight of the goblin using her as his own. I desperately tried to think of a way to explain, a way to stop, but my mind was a messy puddle of emotions.

“Hah, looks like this runt’s hard! Getting off to the sight of his girl handling a proper cock. What a pathetic dick. Want me to lock you back up with him and his pinprick? He looks like he could really use some of your attention…”

I don’t know whether I was grateful for the fact that Emma didn’t so much as turn around, or whether it made me feel worse. All I saw was the sight of her shaking her head; her mouth too busy around the goblin’s cock to even draw away for a moment to speak. Just that simple shake of the head was enough to tear my heart into shreds. Did she really want the goblin over me? Or was it just the way he had worded it, locking her up again, was that the charm still at work?

Self conscious at his jabs, somewhere in my bleak mind I realised that I could still cover myself up if he wanted. My slacks seemed to be stuck around my thighs and after a few helpless tugs I resorted to covering myself with my hands, pressing my cock flat against my abdomen. Just that simple touch sent shivers of pleasure through my ruined body. Why did that feel so… good? It was unnerving, as if the emotions that had ruined me had also made my body more sensitive than it had ever been before. A hunger for pleasure joined the jealousy. I couldn’t bring myself to rub it though, not with the goblin watching. He seemed to enjoy mocking me just as much as he was enjoying her.

She was too focused to pay any attention to me though it seemed. I watched as head sank further and further towards the goblin’s crotch, eliciting a throaty moan from the goblin, right up until her head was sandwiched between the goblin’s two short stocky legs. His hands tightened once again around her head, his yellow feet locking together to keep her where she was. Despite this rough grip I couldn’t see an ounce of resistance from her. She wasn’t **** or gagging; all that came from her were strange, wet, throaty noises that I’d never heard anything like in my life.

“Fuck, don’t move girl… I’m… I’m gonna show your boyfriend how it’s done,” he managed. The barrel he was sitting on creaked as he shifted his body around. Then soon afterwards the wet throat sounds were back, this time in quick succession, one after the other with barely a moment to separate them. Each one was accompanied by a soft ‘plap’, the sound of skin slapping against skin. I tried to shuffle in my cage, peering around to see what the goblin was doing. I saw his legs flex as he seemed to be thrusting his hips back and forth, small but fast movements.

At first I figured that the goblin had taken full control of the situation, giving her little chance to do anything, but let her mouth be used in such a demeaning way. But then a different flurry of movement caught my eye.

I saw her lifting her hands back into view. They reached around the goblin’s butt, her sleeves falling to her elbows as she gripped the motelled flesh. She was helping the goblin, her hands supporting the goblin’s thrusts, the speed picking up even faster, I wasn’t sure how on earth she could cope with such an intrusion. Perhaps she knew that the better she was, the faster the goblin would finish. Perhaps as with everything else she undertook, she just wanted to do a good job.

She seemed to have taken the goblin’s ability to speak, at least for the moment. A new urgency had come into his movements and I could tell that he was getting close. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again and let out a long groan as he squeezed his legs and arms around her head, bringing the thrusting to a halt and locking her in a vice-like grip.

The sounds stopped, and for a few seconds all I could hear was his fevered breath. Then the unmistakable sound of her swallowing. Once. Twice. Three times.

Then he relaxed and Emma finally pulled herself away from his cock. A wet pop echoing through the cave followed by a gulp, and then her deep, heavy breaths, her back rising and falling as she finally drew unimpeded air. The goblin’s wet and slowly softening cock was still leaking the last dregs of his cum.

The moment stretched on. It felt endless. No one seemed to want to move, break the silence, Emma still sounded as though she was catching her breath. I wondered what she looked like at the moment, what her expression was, how she felt. The goblin was the first to make a move, sliding off the barrel with a plumf and walking over to Emma. I tensed as he grabbed a fistful of her robes, but all he did was wipe the spit and cum from his cock. Her robes were already muddied and dirty from spending so much time on the cave floor, and she didn’t react.

The goblin then reached over and took the ring that had started this whole ordeal, trying to slide it onto his own finger, though it was far too small to fit over his thicker digits. He tried a few times before growling in frustration.

“How do you get this fucking thing to work?” He asked her. I watched closely to see what Emma would say, holding my breath as if it might drown out her words.

“You just point it out and think of the word charm, you don’t need to wear it.” Emma replied. The goblin followed her instructions, pointing it over towards me as I felt another flash of light fill the room, the part of my brain that let me question, refuse and doubt what the goblin had to say snuffed out like a candle, replaced with the firm belief that if the goblin spoke, I had to follow. There was simply no other option.

“Did you enjoy watching that runt?”

Did I enjoy it? I’d never felt more devastated, betrayed or upset in my entire life. I felt as though the most perfect person in my life had been stolen from me, more than stolen, warped into someone that I didn’t recognise. Given the fact she still hadn’t so much as looked at me I wondered that even if we did get out of here, would she want to carry on spending time with me? Or would she flit away, realising that all our time together was just something to keep her interested until she found someone that could actually relate to this part of her life.

“Y-yes. I enjoyed it.” I said, my voice more of a croak since it had been so long since I’d spoken. The charm didn’t let me lie, it brought the masochistic monster inside of me to my lips, the part I’d been fighting so hard against. I looked down to the floor, my face burning with humiliation, my eyes feeling wet as tears threatened to overtake me. Even with the goblin in the room I felt like the worst creature in the cave.

He snorted, apparently satisfied that he had brought me as low as I could go. “Get back in your cage girl.” I heard footsteps to my left and then the rattle as the bars clanged shut, the clasp of the padlock being closed again.

“I’m going to be paying you another visit later. Might bring a few mates huh? I’m nice me, want to share your talents. Don’t let shrimpy put his dick away, it’ll look even smaller later.” And with that he walked out, leaving the two of us alone once again.

Only when the patter of his feet finally faded into silence did I feel a hand squeeze my arm, making me twitch in surprise as I looked up to see Emma looking at me for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

I was surprised at how ordinary she looked, no sign apart from the muddied robes could’ve given away what had just happened. With another ache of pain I realised how easily she could’ve hid this part of her life from me back at the academy. Her expression seemed rather blank, or perhaps it was just at such a contrast to my own ruined emotions.

“It’s okay… We’re okay…” she whispered, her voice soft as she rubbed her thumb back and forth over my forearm in a comforting motion. “Honestly it wasn’t that bad, it’s nothing to get upset about.” Far from making me feel better it felt as though she’d only twisted the knife deeper into my gut. Something about my pain must’ve shown on my face because she grimaced.

“Look, I.. Nothing’s happened that’s bad. I mean… I still care about you.”

She seemed to be struggling to find the right words to express what she wanted me to understand. Telling me that she still cared about me felt more like a precursor to a bad admission rather than comforting words.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked in an even quieter voice.

Even through all the hurt that I experienced, all the things I wished she’d done differently, wished she hadn’t done where the spell had given her leeway, I couldn’t bring myself to blame her for it, though it would’ve been reasonable to do so, she chose much of what she’d done there. Part of the reason it was so painful was because I cared about her so much.

I shook my head in answer to her question, opening my mouth to speak and trying to put to words the torrent of emotions that I was feeling. It didn’t help that my battered pride demanded to know more about how much had been the charm and how much had been her, though asking those questions could make the shame even worse.

“I just… I’m mad at myself. I never knew that you were…” I trailed off, wondering how on earth to voice what I was thinking. Never knew how good you were at sucking dicks? She frowned and leaned closer, waiting for the words that I didn’t know how to say.

“Were with other men?” she guessed, her tone questioning. I nodded.

“I know we never spoke about it. I probably should've just… I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

A little glimmer of hope struck my bleak emotions. She cared about the time we spent together then. But still I just couldn’t understand it. For such a long time she’d encompassed so much of my thoughts and dreams, been practically all I cared about, every minute I spent with her I loved and every minute I didn't. I was thinking about what crazy spells we could learn next, where we could explore, what we could do together. I couldn’t even imagine having the time or will to pursue others, have sex with them, not that I’d have been successful if I had. When we’d been studying late at night, had all she been thinking about was the next bout of steamy sex with another faceless man?

“Say something…” she said softly. Although she probably didn’t remember, the charm's effects still washed over me when she gave me the command. It brought out the questions I was resisting asking, since they were the ones my mind was lingering on.

“H-how many? When? Was it… anyone I knew?”

She paused as my questions spilled out, biting her lip as if worrying what reaction her answer might have on me.

“I don’t know how many to be honest I never counted. Most of them were before I met you. I worked at a tavern for a while, lots of adventurers passed through. I always thought of it as just a fun way to end the night… That’s all it was.”

Most of them, those were the three words that rang in my head. All I wanted to do was ask more questions, to find out these answers that had been hidden from me for so long, but all each question did was re-ignite the cacophony of feelings inside of me, my stomach contracting uncomfortably whenever they got too much.

She squeezed my arm harder now and I looked up at her again. When she next spoke it was in a voice filled with passion, determination for me to understand.

“I’ve slept with countless men, I know it’s not what you want to hear, but you have to understand it didn’t mean anything. Those nights studying together, the time we spent under the stars, all those moments we shared from the time we passed our first exam to the time you got stuck up a tree trying to harvest some of that magical bark. Do you remember? You only realised you were in the wrong tree when I finally got you down.” she smiled at the memory. I tried to match her smile but all I could muster was a feeble twitch of my lips.

“I’ve only ever done that with you. That’s what made it so special. That’s what makes you so special.”

The more destructive emotions were starting to calm now, the whispers that I’d never make her happy, the whispers that I’d never truly be hers, the whispers that she’d leave me as soon as a better man came along. I could tell she was speaking from the heart, she meant every word that she was saying. It didn’t help the nagging spikes of jealousy and envy, but at least the worst feelings had been tempered. I shuffled a little closer and squeezed her hand, an action that made her smile grow. Throughout all this time my now limp cock had still been exposed, realising this I quickly drew my hand away to cover myself, embarrassed once again.

“It’s okay… I don’t mind. I’ve-.” she stopped herself before she said whatever she was about to say and instead switched course. “It’s cute. You’re cute.” Now I was blushing for a different reason, and I let my hand drift back to hers, though the movement was still hesitant. A new nagging insecurity had raised its head, if she was so used to having sex, if it wasn’t a big deal for her, why had she never done it with me? So many nights we’d been alone, it would’ve been simple. I definitely wouldn’t have refused.

“Did you ever want to do it with me?”

I regretted the fact that this question made her warm smile falter, a look of uncertainty flashing across her face again.

“I- Well I guess I just didn’t think of you in that way. No, let me explain.” I think she could tell her words had hurt me even before she had finished her sentence, and she hurried on. “It’s like I said, you were special to me in other ways. More important ways. I would’ve always said yes if you asked me, and I’d have done anything you wanted, but you were never someone that came to mind when, well when I wanted someone that would make me feel good.”

This was the first time I heard a touch of guilt in her voice. I stayed quiet, wondering if she’d tell me more, every time she revealed something new all it seemed to do was leave me with more questions. When she said that she’d have done anything with me I cursed myself for not being more forward, for being too nervous to say anything that might’ve ruined our relationship.

“I know it was selfish. I knew it was selfish even then and that night that we kissed I told him later that I didn’t want to do it anymore. And I haven’t touched anyone else since… well since.” she finished by nodding over to where she and the goblin had been. I followed her gaze, the scuff marks that she had left, the wet splotches on the floor from who knows what.

Him

There had been someone then, someone in college that she’d spent nights with, never thinking that I could make her feel as good as this person made her feel. The fact that she had decided to end it when we kissed made me feel a little better, but there had been so much time before all of that. My thoughts went to all the people that I’d ever seen her speak to, glance at. Another apprentice as we were? Or perhaps one of the older, master wizards? With each face that flashed through my mind I imagined her bent at their knees as she had with the goblin, lavishing them with the same care while I waited for her to come and read books with me, completely oblivious.

Even as these dirty thoughts filled my mind my cock started to swell, just as it had done when the goblin had taunted me earlier. I saw her glance down, watching for long enough to make me self conscious before looking back up at me, her eyebrows creased ever so slightly.

For the first time I felt as though I recognised the expression on her face, as it was a feeling I had become familiar with. The look of deliberation, whether to ask a question that had risen up in her mind.

“Did you enjoy watching earlier? I know the goblin asked but…” She didn’t sound upset, disgusted, nor pleased or amused. Her voice held a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

It didn’t feel right just saying yes, didn’t do justice to the complex feelings that I was struggling to make head or tail of, even to myself. If I couldn’t explain it to myself I couldn’t explain it to her, so I just followed the spell’s direction, nodding and averting my gaze, the shame coming back even more intense than before.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind, I’m just surprised. I thought you’d find it disgusting, I tried to block it off so you wouldn’t see. Everyone has their own tastes, and it’s definitely not the worst one I’ve… heard of.”

I wasn’t sure I was happy with this being described as a ‘taste’ of mine. Although her openness hurt, as it had so many times, it gave me the courage to ask her a question of my own, one that I had been far too afraid to up until this point, one that had lingered in my mind from the moment she bent down over the goblin.

“Did you enjoy it? I mean I know you were under the effect of the spell but he didn’t ask you to do…most of that.” I was so self conscious of sounding accusatory that my voice came out apologetic, as if I were the one that needed her to forgive me for what had just happened.

She paused again. Before it seemed as though her pauses gave her a chance to word her answer in a way that would hurt my feelings the least. This time as she pondered her answer her gaze flitted from my cock to my eyes, back and forth.

“I didn’t really want to at first. I wanted to keep my promise. But when he told me to kiss it I knew where it was going, I thought it would be best to turn the situation to our advantage. Distract him enough to make the magic waver. That spell requires you to concentrate and keep a clear head, and he started to waver as soon as I started. I wondered if that might lead to a chance to escape…”

She had partly answered the question, though not in a way that fully satisfied my craving for more information, for an insight into this world of hers that I felt as though I’d been barred entry into. I didn’t have the courage to pry for more details. To my surprise though, she carried on of her own accord. Her eyes glimmered with an enigmatic emotion I didn’t recognise.

“It was exciting though. I’ve never even seen a goblin’s cock before. It was surprising right?”

I nodded silently, worried that anything I said might stop her from carrying on. Not that I could’ve spoken if I wanted to, my throat dry and stuck. It sounded as though she was commenting on something as simple as a new spell she tried.

“He smelled strange as well. It was a bit off putting at first, but the fact we were in a cave, I was kneeling in the mud, the smell mixed with everything, went straight to my head. It made it all feel so natural, so carnal, so hot. The way he tasted as well, the way he spoke, It just made it feel so different from my other times, like I was an animal, fulfilling nature’s purpose. I could’ve enjoyed that cock in my mouth for hours. It really got to me. It’s- It’s still turning me on if I’m being truthful, just thinking about it.”

I’d been holding my breath while she was speaking, and only when I was sure that she had finished did I exhale, the sound shaky from my shivering chest. My cock visibly twitched, a small movement that seemed to catch both of our eyes as we looked down. I went to put my hand over it, not to hide myself, but just as an excuse to feel some contact. Even that slight touch I could feel right down to my toes.

“Sorry that was too much detail.” she said, sounding regretful, apparently noticing the way my body was shaking, the tortured expression on my face. But even despite the way her words had stoked the burning jealousy, I was beginning to long for the pleasure that came with it, the way it turned my whole body into a jelly-like mess of desire.

“It’s okay.” I whispered, struggling for something to say to reassure her. “It reminded me of when we studied together, when you’d talk about a spell you learned, or a place you visited. It was nice.”

“Really?” Her warm smile was back, she seemed genuinely happy. “I liked it too. It’s so different talking about it with you. In a good way, a really good way.”

Silence fell for a little while then. Even though the feeling still pained me, they started to feel less like they were tearing me apart. Emma’s words had put a salve on the wounds, at least for now. I supposed it said something about how I felt about her, that even through all of this I was just grateful to see her smile.

When she did finally break the silence she was more serious, more resolved, drawing on that impressive fortitude, the ability to think clearly even under pressure.

“Okay, so our new plan. They’re going to come back, and use the charm on me again.” Her voice was matter of fact, no emotion behind it. “It’s important that when they do, we find some way to persuade them to take us up to wherever it is that they eat, drink, and so forth. That’ll have to be where they light their fire, and that’ll be our escape. I think I might be able to persuade them to bring me a wand, if they think I’m properly charmed. Then it’s just like we said.”

I’d been so trapped in my own mind I’d almost forgotten that we were held prisoner here. It hadn’t seemed important with everything else that I’d been thinking about. The last plan definitely hadn’t gone as intended but this time we were hopefully in a better position. She didn’t so much as falter at the thought of being charmed, put under their control again. I was far more uneasy at the idea. She was putting herself entirely at their mercy.

“I don’t imagine I look great now my robes are all muddy, do I?” she asked. I didn’t really know how to respond to that. A bit of mud and a few stains did nothing to diminish how pretty she looked just then in the pale candlelight.

Still she didn’t wait for my reply, getting up and starting to weave her arms through her sleeves.

“Turn around. I want it to be a surprise. I don’t think you’ll have ever seen me like this before. It’s a little trick I learned when I started at the academy.”

It was hard to turn away from the sight of her starting to address, but I did as she said. I wasn’t even sure if I was charmed anymore, I felt the urge to follow whatever she said but that might have just been my infatuation.

I listened to the sound of her unfastening the various bindings that kept her robe in place, the sound of cloth and leather hitting the floor and then a flurry of activity that I couldn’t place. I only started to recognise the sounds again when I heard her starting to redress herself, fighting the twinge of disappointment that I was still going to be denied the sight of her without any clothes on.

“Okay I’m ready.”

From her head to her waist all that she was wearing was the corset that had been fastened over her robes. Her arms were bare, as were her smooth stomach, her pale skin beautiful in the dim candlelight. Her breasts were squeezed tightly by her corset, plump and round, the cleavage between them inviting my wistful and hungry gaze. When my eyes eventually found the willpower to go downwards I saw that she’d turned her robe inside out and folded it neatly to fashion a makeshift skirt, one that didn’t even reach down to her knees. My gaze didn’t stop going down right up until I saw her bare feet on the cell floor.

The way she’d used her clothes might’ve looked like something a farm girl would wear when trying to woo a man from the village, but the way she held herself in such confidence, wearing less than I’d seen any woman wear in my life, reminded me of pictures and drawings I’d seen of elves and faeries, she looked magical, breathtaking. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t speak, so captivated that I was.

“I’m guessing you like it?” she said, a cheeky smile on her face as her eyes had dropped once more to my cock, that was slowly growing upwards yet again. This time I felt more annoyed than embarrassed, here was the most beautiful woman I’d ever been lucky enough to know, and my only reaction was to stand there gawking with my dick growing hard. I wanted to tell her how stunning she was, but the words simply didn’t come.

Before I could recover I heard footsteps, creatures coming down the tunnel towards our cells. This time however there was just one, it sounded like a small crowd was heading this way. Emma quickly straightened up, setting her shoulders straight and turning to look towards the oncoming sounds. Her hand reached behind her, through the bars to give mine a squeeze of encouragement.

They’d come back for more. And now it was time to find out what depraved acts the goblins had in mind for the love of my life.