The Shaman's Pets

Chapter 1 -Arrival-

The morning sun had just begun to rise, casting its golden rays over the horizon as a lone figure strolled along the dusty dirt road using a staff made of ancient oak wood. The soft melody of an upbeat tune escaped his lips, filling the quiet air with a sense of calm and contentment.

"There goes that old bear again, showing its glowing face," the man remarked to himself, a hint of amusement in his voice. Undeterred by the early hour, he continued down the path, his eyes scanning the surroundings with seasoned vigilance.

As he ventured further, an exciting scene unfolded in the distance. A carriage, surrounded by a group of bandits, was under attack. The sounds of chaos reached his ears—the cacophony of yelling voices and clashing metal echoing through the countryside.

The man's pace quickened, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew this was not his concern, nor did he have any stakes in its outcome, but it was a break from the mundane night and morning he had been walking through. Drawing nearer, he could hear the bandits' crude boasts and jeers, their intentions unmistakably vile.

"Come on, boys! Just two more, and the whores of the Winterbourne house will be ours for the taking!" one of the menacing bandits taunted, provoking raucous laughter from his companions.

Two knights stood their ground, concern written on their faces, facing off against the marauders. Amid the chaos, one of the knights caught the attention of a massive bandit, seemingly enjoying the challenge. He relentlessly struck at the knight's helm until finally dislodging it, revealing long, flowing silver hair and striking violet eyes.

"Oh, boys, we got a woman here! Why not turn the two into three?" the bandit sneered, his companions joining in his sickening amusement.

Unfazed by the bandits' taunts, the knight stood tall, her eyes ablaze with defiance. She refused to be intimidated or diminished by their remarks.

The lone figure noticed a large stone protruding from the ground close to the scene. As the figure made his way there and had a seat, he inadvertently caught the attention of one of the bandits.

"What in the sun's name?" one of the bandits said, all attention now on the lone wanderer.

The wanderer sat atop the stone, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees, sighing. "Oh, pay me no mind. I just wanted a closer view," he said, seemingly unbothered by the tension around him.

"An Xandari?" one bandit exclaimed.

"An Xandari? Here?" another bandit called out in disbelief.

"You're a long way from home, Xandari. Why are you here? Don't tell me the Winterbourne hired one of your ilk to protect these whores!?" spoke a burly bandit, towering over the others.

The Xandari were people from the distant southern lands across the great ocean; they were recognized by their skin that ranged from light brown to black as night, and their hair had the texture of wool, as black as charcoal. Few of them ever left their home, so northerners rarely encountered a Xandari, but many had heard the rumors and stories about how they were fierce warriors who could even fight monsters unarmed and without armor... and now, here one sat in the territory of the Winterbourne noble family.

"Well, are you all going to continue staring at me?" the lone Xandari said, taking a more thorough look at the field and shaking his head in amusement. "Twenty-five bandits for a carriage with five guards carrying two women?" the man said incredulously.

The female guard snapped back into attention, realizing this stranger could be even more dangerous than the bandits.

"I've had enough of this! Just kill him and the other male guard. We'll take the women and have some fun with them later," roared the bandit, rallying his gang. The two guards tightened their grips on their swords, preparing for the fight of their lives.

"Living dirt!" The Xandari called out, and the road beneath them shifted and moved. Tendrils made of dirt shot up from the ground, snaking around and grasping various body parts of the bandits. The tendrils squeezed tightly, breaking bones and pulling the bandits down as they screamed and kicked in a struggle to break free as the planet swallowed them all whole.

The two guards stood in shock and fear at what just happened before turning their swords on the lone foreigner. The woman was shaking in fear while the man could barely hold the sword. He was wounded and was bleeding through this entire altercation.

"Id advise you to calm down and let me heal him before he dies. I am no threat to you or those two women in the carriage," The Xandari stated, not moving from the rock he was perched.

The male knight began wobbling before succumbing to blood loss and falling .

"Nature's healing touch." The collapsed man began to be surrounded by spiritual energy, causing the bleeding to stop, the wound to heal up, and his fatigue to be restored. When he finally opens his eyes, he finds the female knight and the Xandari kneeling over him.

"You are fine now; you should be able to fight off a hundred bandits now. The lone Xandari joked."

The female knight looked at the Xandari with a sigh of relief. "T...thank you for saving him... saving us.."

The Xandari smiled and nodded his head. His brown eyes looked down at the woman as he stood, using his ancient oak staff to push himself up easier. "There is nothing to thank me for; I just helped some people who needed assistance," he said as he reached out his hand to offer her help.

She accepted the gesture and stood up with his support. "I'm Seraphina, and this is my fellow knight, Sir Edmund," she introduced herself and the male knight, who was now struggling to his feet before the Xandari offered a helping hand.

"The name's Jabulani, but you can call me Xandari if you prefer. It seems to be a popular choice among your people," Jabulani said playfully, offering a hint of humor in his words.

Seraphina held back a slight chuckle before turning her attention to the carriage. "Are the ladies alright?" The knight hurried to the carriage and flung open the door, revealing two figures inside—one young woman and the other an older woman. The younger of the two had her head on the older woman's lap, visibly frightened. In comparison, the older woman, who appeared to be in her late forties, gently placed her head on the younger ones, providing comfort. "It's okay, it's okay. It's all over now," she said soothingly in a soft voice.

"Lady Cassandra von Winterbourne, I humbly apologize for my failure to protect you and Lady Victoria von Winterbourne from such despicable individuals. It pains me that a foreigner had to step in to protect you both," Seraphina said as she fell to her knees. "As your guard, I willingly accept any punishment you see to impose upon me."

As Lady Cassandra and Lady Victoria gracefully emerged from the carriage, Jabulani couldn't help but be captivated by their presence. Lady Cassandra wore a stunning full-length dress that skillfully accentuated her waistline and embraced her hips with soft fabric. The dress featured a daring V-neck cut that elegantly enhanced her already ample bosom, exuding a confident yet refined allure. Her blonde hair was woven into an elaborate crown braid, adding a touch of regal charm to her appearance.

Lady Cassandra's dress had a unique color scheme, with a white top blending into a graceful shade of red, and the trimmings were adorned with a subtle golden outline, giving it a touch of sophistication. Her overall poise and demeanor exuded confidence and kindness as she surveyed the now-empty battlefield, which bore the solemn reminder of her fallen knights.

Lady Cassandra carried herself with grace and strength, making her presence truly captivating to those around her.

Lady Victoria followed behind her mother with a timid demeanor as they gracefully exited the carriage. The contrast between the two women was evident, with Lady Victoria's reserved presence starkly contrasting her mother's confidence. Despite not possessing her mother's assertive features, she carried herself with a quiet charm.

Her dress, a long, flowing light blue garment, elegantly draped over her hips, giving a subtle hint of her graceful curves. Lady Victoria's figure-8 body type was gracefully accentuated by the dress.

Her shy nature made her prefer a more understated presence, and the soft pastel color of her dress mirrored her gentle disposition. As she stayed close to her mother, she radiated a delicate charm, drawing attention more subtly and demurely.

"Calm yourself, dear. I'm just thankful it is over, and we are safe, yet I'm saddened at what it cost us," Lady Cassandra expressed with a touch of sorrow in her eyes as she looked down at the fallen knights. "These were all noblemen, and their families will be notified of their passing as soon as we return to the estate."

Addressing Jabulani, the Duchess walked forward with a sense of gratitude in her voice. "I thank you for your timely assistance. I wish I could welcome you to our fief under better circumstances, but sadly, you have come at a dire time," she said with an exasperated sigh.

Seraphina, the knightess, raised concerns about sharing sensitive information with an outsider. Lady Cassandra dismissed the worry, saying, "Nonsense. Why would he have saved us if he was a part of it? Besides, why would they go all the way to the southern lands to bring back just a single Xandari? No, I believe our meeting here is truly coincidental, and I am grateful."

Lady Cassandra then offered a warm, heart-melting smile before making her way to the front of the carriage, her every move emanating an irresistible aura... On the other hand, Lady Victoria stood in awe of Jabulani, her curiosity overcoming her timid nature. However, she tried to remain behind Seraphina for comfort.

"We have no means of getting back anyway. The horses were scared away after the driver was killed, and the estate is still a week's travel by carriage, so it will take a while before my husband realizes something went wrong..." Lady Cassandra said as she made her way back, displaying both vulnerability and determination.

"I can help with that," the shaman spoke. "Depending on exactly how far, I can probably get you there in a matter of hours," he said.

In that instant, everyone looked at him. "By what means?" Edmund asked; the healing magic finally finished, and he was back at his peak physical condition.

"Truly?" asked Lady Cassandra.

"Of course, and none of you will need to leave the comfort of the carriage." He walked over to the carriage as he spoke and placed his empty hand on the carriage.

"Spirits of air, lift me high,

Grant me wings, to touch the sky.

With feathers light and winds so free,

A shaman's flight, I shall decree.

Ancient winds, heed my call,

Through unseen realms, I'll enthrall.

By the breath divine, I'll soar,

A creature of air forevermore."

As he spoke the incantation, a gentle air breeze blew across the entire area, followed by the carriage lifting off the ground and hanging around a few feet above the ground.

Everyone stared in awe and amazement as the shaman caused the carriage to lower to the ground with its door still hanging open. "So, I assume the two ladies will ride on the inside, and the rest of us will have to hang on for dear life because this will be faster than any horse you've ever ridden," the shaman said with a grin.

"Wait, is this safe?" Seraphina asked, her expression filled with uncertainty as she looked at the floating carriage questioningly.

"Of course, it is under my control. Have you never seen magic before?" The shaman responded confidently before stepping up and into the carriage, taking a seat to demonstrate his mastery.

"What do you mean by 'hang on for dear life'?" Lady Cassandra inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Jabulani chuckled and explained, "Well, I was assuming your ladyship wouldn't want to share the cabin with the knights and a Xandari, so the rest of us will have to hang on and try not to fall off as it will fly very fast."

"Nonsense, I will not have my people in danger. They can ride inside with me," Lady Cassandra declared, determined to ensure the safety of her companions. She gracefully approached the carriage, and Jabulani extended his hand to help her inside.

With the ladies safely seated inside the carriage, Jabulani turned his attention to Edmund. However, there was no room for him to sit comfortably inside. Concerned, Edmund asked, "Am I seriously going to have to hang on?"

Jabulani pointed to the driver's seat and responded nonchalantly, "Just sit there. I'll ensure you are facing the way we are going so the wind is at least pushing you against the carriage's walls and not trying to knock you off."

Once Sir Edmund settled into the driver's seat, the carriage shot forward with incredible speed, leaving the group astonished at the extraordinary feat of magic. Following Lady Cassandra's directions, they reached the estate within an hour, where their sudden arrival caused alarm and chaos on the grounds. The shaman's mystical abilities had brought them there swiftly and safely, leaving the group in awe of the amazing journey they had just experienced.

As the carriage came to a smooth stop at the estate grounds, Lady Cassandra and her entourage stepped out, still reeling from the exhilarating journey. The astonished onlookers among the estate staff and guards stood in disbelief, witnessing an arrival unlike anything they had ever seen before.

In any form, magic remained an extraordinary rarity for most people who lacked exposure to mages or wizards. This held even truer in rural and countryside regions like the Winterbourne fiefdom, where the livelihood revolved around farming and hunting.

"What's... going on here?" A weary voice inquired, emanating from the main house. An older man, around 55, made his way down the stairs, his demeanor carrying a mix of dignified elegance and palpable exhaustion.

As the Duchess, Cassandra, stepped out of the carriage and walked towards her husband, with a playful glint in his eyes, Jabulani couldn't help but sneak subtle glances at Lady Cassandra's captivating form as she gracefully stepped out of the carriage. The way her dress hugged her curves and the gentle sway of her hips stirred a flicker of desire within him. He smoothly diverted his attention to the surroundings, maintaining a facade of innocence. However, he found himself drawn to her magnetic presence.

"Cassandra? What is this? What's going on?" The baron said as he walked up to his wife. She narrated everything that had happened just before they arrived, causing the duke to slip into worry.

"Damn it, they're getting bold and out of hand," he muttered before turning to Jabulani. "Thank you for your timely assistance. If not for you, I could have lost both my wife and daughter," the duke said as he embraced Lady Victoria once she joined them.

Jabulani, never one to beat around the bush, asked bluntly, "It's not my place, but what's happening? Why is your fiefdom facing such trouble with bandits?"

The duke hesitated at first but then sighed, appearing too weary for the cloak-and-dagger games nobles often played. "You see, the kingdom of Valoria has been at war for the past 5 years, and the king has raised taxes massively on each territory to fund it. My fiefdom wasn't the wealthiest, and most of our territory was plagued by monsters and bandits. Still, we managed to sustain ourselves through farming and hunting, enough to build some villages and roads and protect our people. To many, we appeared quite wealthy due to our trade and negotiations. Still, we held little coin because we chose not to overtax our lands like other barons. We sought to strike a fair balance."

The duke began massaging his temples, visibly stressed, while his wife looked on with concern. "Dear, you really should rest," she urged, placing a comforting hand on his chest.

"I wish I could, but one mistake and our enemies will be knocking at our doorstep. I see that now... they were closer than I initially admitted." Duke Eldric said before returning his attention to Jabulani.

"Once the king began increasing the taxes we had to pay, it demanded I raise taxes on the peasants and vassals too. That's when our lack of gold became evident. We started missing payments and reaching the owed quotas, and many opportunists saw this as a chance to attack us! Frankly, I'm not entirely convinced these bandit attacks are truly just bandits, but either way, we currently lack the manpower to deal with the monsters and the bandits, nor do we have the gold needed to pay for outside help and the king's taxes. I've also had another individual trying to persuade me to hand over my daughter's hand in marriage, offering a significant sum of coin for her. But I refuse to sell my daughter in such a way, especially to someone with a reputation for his wives... disappearing or dying and remarried seven times." His face darkened as he spoke.

"I believe I have the gist of it, so now allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Jabulani, the wandering High Shaman. Guided by the spirits, I journey through realms unknown, and it seems they have brought me to you," Jabulani said with a graceful bow.

"Greetings to you, Sir Jabulani. I am Eldric von Winterbourne, and this is the fief Winterbourne," the duke responded with a hint of curiosity.

"Now, allow me to offer you my services. I can wield my magic to aid you in dealing with the bandit problem and the fearsome monsters that plague your lands. I seek no material gains, merely a temporary abode within your estate as a guest, where my powers will be at your command," the shaman stated confidently.

As the duke pondered, the air was thick with tension, but the Duchess chimed in before he could voice his thoughts. "I think we should agree. He has already proven his worth once, saving us from peril and hastening our journey here. Furthermore, he could have struck at any time if ill intentions were harbored within him. I believe this is a blessing from the goddess," Lady Cassandra spoke warmly, her eyes shimmering with a blend of admiration and trust.

However, Lady Seraphina, the vigilant knightess, was less convinced. "My lady, while I appreciate his aid, we cannot ignore the risks. He is an enigmatic outsider, and even if he bears no direct harm, we know little of his true intentions," she voiced, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the shaman.

Jabulani sensed her unease and sought to dispel it. "I understand your caution, Lady Seraphina, which is why I propose a compromise. Until I have earned your trust, I shall always be accompanied by you," he said, surprising her with his offer.

"What? That's preposterous! It would demand me to be at his side constantly," she retorted, her resolve evident.

"Let us fashion a structured arrangement, then," the shaman proposed. "You shall remain by my side while I move freely during certain hours. After that, I shall retreat to my chambers, where a personal maid will attend to my needs. This way, I respect your concerns while demonstrating my sincerity."

As Seraphina's initial shock subsided, Lady Cassandra interjected, "That sounds less like a guest and more like a prisoner, and I can't bear the thought of treating our savior in such a manner."

With a gentle smile, Jabulani reassured her, "Fear not, fair lady. It is merely a precautionary measure, a show of respect for your knightess and your well-being. Once trust is established, I shall not encumber you with my constant presence."

The duke weighed the shaman's words and acknowledged the sincerity in his eyes. "Very well, I accept your help and proposal but know that you walk a path of trust with us. From sunrise to when the sun has fully set, you may roam freely with Lady Seraphina. You will stay within the chambers I have provided for you when not traveling with the lady. A personal maid shall tend to your needs," the duke asserted firmly.

"I understand the gravity of your trust, and I shall not betray it," Jabulani pledged solemnly.

With the matter resolved, the Duchess beamed, and Lady Seraphina knelt before her liege, expressing her allegiance. "By your command, your grace."

Rising to her feet, Seraphina turned to the shaman. "Then let us begin. The sooner we delve into our tasks, the swifter we can bring peace to this realm."

As the jubilant commotion gradually subsides and the staff returns to their routines, a single woman gracefully approaches Jabulani. With an air of elegance, she introduces herself as Filia, his newly assigned personal maid. Her voice is gentle yet confident, captivating his attention immediately.

"Sir, my name is Filia, and it is my utmost pleasure to be in your service," she says with a warm smile. Her eyes, black like the depths of the night sky, hold a glint of intrigue as she invites him to follow. "Please, come this way," she adds, her demeanor subtly enticing the shaman to look her body up and down.

Without hesitation, Filia turns around, her shoulder-length, loose, and wavy blonde hair cascading gracefully, and leads the way into the grand mansion. Her every movement exudes a magnetic allure, as if the atmosphere responds to her presence. Jabulani follows, unable to resist the temptation of the enigmatic young woman.

The young servant girl, Filia, wore a modest dress that fit her commoner maid role. She wore a simple, ankle-length cotte in a warm shade of brown with delicate light blue trimmings adorning the dress. On her waist was a black strung-up corset that drew attention to her slender waist and accentuated her every curve.

The black strung-up corset cinched tightly at her waist, creating an enticing contrast against the soft brown fabric, emphasizing her hourglass shape and leaving little to the imagination as she moved.

She leads him to a room on the second floor of the mansion in the guest wing. The maid opens the door, and Stepping into this chamber, one is immediately immersed in an air of grandeur and splendor. The walls boast intricate wooden panels, elegantly painted with mythical creatures and captivating landscapes, seemingly brought to life by the gentle candlelight. Gilded moldings gracefully trace patterns along the ceiling, adding an air of refinement to the already impressive space.

A majestic four-poster bed, with a frame adorned by religious symbols and mythical creatures, stands at the room's center. Draped in luxurious fabrics of deep, velvety shades, it promises indulgent comfort. The bed's golden tassels and delicate lace add a touch of delicacy to the rich setting. On one side, a grand window stretches from floor to ceiling, framed by flowing velvet curtains.

"His Grace saw fit to give you one of the few rooms that his grace has yet to sell the interior to help pay for the taxes," Filia said professionally as she stood at the door.

"Well, I did just volunteer to fight a war for him for essentially free," the shaman responded as he explored the room and then turned back to the maid.

"But right now, I'm much more intrigued by something else. You see, since I'm confined to this room at night, I shall be relying heavily on your invaluable assistance," he said, flashing a suggestive smile as his hungry eyes roamed her figure, unbeknownst to her.

"I will do the best I can to assist you. It is my duty to take care of you while you are here," Filia said, smiling brightly. "B...but...um, can I ask you something?" she said.

"Of course," he said without hesitation.

"C...could you perhaps share some of your magical prowess with me? I must confess, I've never bore witness to the wonders of magic or encountered a genuine shaman," she asked shyly, hoping her query wouldn't be met with disapproval.

"Shaman, darling, not a wizard, but it's fine. I'll give you a full magic show tonight. Consider it a gift for all that you're going to do for me tonight," he said with a playful grin while Filia's face lit up with wide eyes and a bright smile.

"But for now, I must depart. Make sure you await my presence precisely when the moon reaches its zenith. By then, all others shall be slumbering, and our... special encounter... shall remain undisturbed," he hinted, leaving her with a sense of anticipation. With that, he made his way to the front of the manor, where a carriage awaited, Seraphina already aboard, waiting for him.

"You took your time," Seraphina said, staring at the shaman.

"I needed to familiarize myself with my living space. Besides, it's still morning. We have the whole morning to get to know each other, Miss Knight," the shaman replied, finally taking a good look at her. She possessed a lovely face with two piercing silver eyes. Her silver hair was neatly tied into a knot to stop it from getting in the way. She wore light silver armor with a chest window revealing ample cleavage. She wore a silver fauld on her hips that stopped halfway down her thighs, and silver cuisses covered her abdomen. Her legs were adorned with simple silver greaves.

"That's quite different from the full plate you were wearing before. I thought you would've switched to another full plate set," the shaman noted.

"I only wear that when outside of the barony. Many outside the Winterbourne barony do not acknowledge women knights, regardless of our skill. So instead of constantly humiliating many men in a duel, I found hiding my identity easier. I prefer light armor; I usually wear lighter than this, but there's still a chance of just the two of us running into more bandits," she replied as she looked out the window.

The rest of the day was spent with the two traveling to various locations and villages in the barony. The entire trip was uneventful, or at least it was to the knightess Seraphina. The shaman spent the whole time communing with the spirits and seldom interacted with any people they encountered. That was left to the knightess herself to deal with. At the final location, the last stop before the two began the journey back to the mansion, the communing seemed to take twice as long, causing the moon to already be in the night sky by the time they started back.

The first twenty minutes of the trip back were filled with silence. Jabulani stared out the window of the carriage into the darkness of the forest on either side of the stone road, or so it appeared. In actuality, he was watching the female knight out of the corner of his eyes. Lady Seraphina was slowly breathing deeply, and a light flush appeared on her cheeks. Her chest would rise and fall as she slowly felt her body, particularly her nether regions, start to warm up.

Around the thirty-minute mark, her breathing could be heard if one focused their hearing on the woman, and the female started fidgeting in her seat. A light sound of metal scraping together could be heard coming from her trying to rub her legs together. As the shaman observed the woman, a smile formed on his face. Just as I thought, it would take longer due to her training for it to take effect on her, he thought to himself before turning in her direction.

"So, I have some good news and some bad news for your duke," the shaman teased, secretly enjoying the startled reaction and watching the arousal that was building up in her.

"W... what is it?" she responded, attempting to hide any changes in her voice while struggling to control her breathing. But as her eyes locked onto Jabulani, an undeniable heat surged through her loins, intensifying the effect.

"So, what is happening to the barony, the increased monsters, and more organized bandit attacks... yeah, that's all artificially created. Meaning that technically, it can be stopped very quickly, of course." As the shaman spoke, he pretended not to notice anything happening with the knightess as she nodded, trying to focus on his words.

"And now the bad news, here it comes: the culprit causing all this mess is a Spellgazer. I've dealt with them before - smart critters and equally dangerous," the shaman said, leaning back and glancing out the window.

"Spell...gazer?" the knightess replied, confused.

"Oh, right, your folks have a different name for this creature. I believe you call it a beholder," the shaman remarked nonchalantly, but the knightess's eyes widened in surprise.

"H... how do you know this? How can you be so sure?" she questioned.

"What do you think I've been doing all this time while we've been out here? I've immersed myself in deep communion with the spirits – those of ancient lore, boundless wisdom, well-guarded secrets, and the very essence of nature. Unfortunately, they chose not to reveal the exact location we seek. The spirits, you see, are both givers and takers; their wisdom is vast, but don't you don't always get everything you want from them. I'm just glad I fostered goodwill with these four spirits before accepting this job," he confided. However, he noticed the knightess' attention had waned due to the carriage's jolting and swaying, adding to her ever-rising lust.

Not to mention the spirit of lust I connected with before we headed back, he thought, smiling.

As the carriage pulled up to the front of the mansion, to the shaman's surprise, two people were waiting - Edmund and Filia. Filia held a plate of food covered with a cloth. It had just dawned on him that he hadn't eaten all day.

"Sir Edmund, what brings you here?" Jabulani asked from the carriage, opening the door and stepping out.

"I'm waiting for my lady to escort her home," Edmund replied, smiling as Seraphina followed.

"You two are an item?" the shaman asked, surprised.

"Yes, it's part of why I'm even more grateful to you... I feared my would've hurt her, so we try to keep the relationship off when we are on duty," Edmund explained as he walked over and kissed Seraphina.

Whatever Herculean strength was holding her together crumbled when Edmund's lips touched hers, and she released a muffled moan, experiencing an orgasm while standing. Her knees shook as her strength waned, and she collapsed forward into Edmund's arms.

"She is exhausted herself today. Take her home and let her rest. We have a lot more work to do tomorrow. I've got a promise to keep," the shaman said, taking the plate from Filia's hand and gently placing his hand on her shoulder, causing her to yawn.

One hour, that's how long it took us to return from the final stop to the mansion. She resisted for an entire hour without any further push or influence... that woman has a strong will. She's going to be fun...

As the shaman continued with his thoughts, he noticed the sound of heavy breathing. Falia was huffing and puffing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

This one, on the other hand... I better weaken the aura. We're barely at the stairs, and it looks like her brain is already fried... the spirits of lust weren't joking about their spells.

"Dispel," the shaman said as he raised his hand and touched himself, causing a pink mist to swirl around him and disperse.

"Now I promised to show you some magic did I not," he said, walking into his granted bedroom, his hand now on her back, moving lower to her waist as he walked her to the bed.

"Winds of Quiet Flow,

Silent Whispers, Let Them Go.

Invisible Veil, Mute the Sound,

Within this Space, No Noise Be Found!

Zephyr's Hush!"

A gentle yet mystical wind began to encase the entire room, weaving its way around the walls like a delicate dance. As the enchanting breeze enveloped the space, it acted as a barrier, preventing any sound from entering or escaping, creating an atmosphere of complete serenity.

Filia starts clapping in awe at the wind blowing around them as the burning in her neither region increases, making it impossible to sit still as she continues to rub her legs together.

"Now, for my next spell, I'll need a lovely assistant," the shaman said, stepping closer to her and gently guiding her down onto the mattress.

"I'm going to make my staff disappear," he said as he undid his robe and dropped it to the floor, revealing that he has an athletic, physically built body and a well-endowment ten inches long.

Filia's eyes widened in surprise as they focused on his lower region. "I... I've never seen one before," she said, her voice filled with timidity. At the same time, the heat between her legs burned uncontrollably, causing her to release frequent moans.

The shaman didn't hesitate to take full advantage of the situation by rubbing her inner thigh before kissing and biting at her neck, soliciting moans, and eventually having her first orgasm.

The shaman wasted no time seizing the moment, his hand sliding up her dress and feeling the dampness of her womanhood through her panties. His fingers then slid under the material to find her naked flesh. Filia's breathing quickened as his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout her body, causing her to let out a loud moan.

She then felt him pull her panties aside and slide two fingers inside her moist pussy. "Oh no, w..wait, do... AAHHH," Filia moaned as the shaman's fingers began to her little clit.

Filia's eyes rolled back as her body started twitching uncontrollably. Liquids begin to shoot from her, staining the bedsheets. Jabulani stared down at the young maiden, taking pride in his handy work, but the night was far from over, and he was far from through with her.

"Now, for the main course." He said, positioning himself just above her. He put the tip of his hard10-inch long, and 5.5-inch thick manhood against her soaking wet lust-induced hole. Before pushing forward, the shaman gave Filia's face another good look enjoying the ecstasy-induced look she possed while riding high from her previous orgasm.

He moved his hips forward slowly, and she started to whimper as he entered her. She was tight, almost too tight, and after a moment of pulling back, he realized why, "blood?!" She was unspoiled land. This ignited another fire in him because now he would plow that soil and plant some seeds. The shaman redoubled his efforts, 1in... then 2in... then 3in. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around his member caused it to twitch. "Ahhh..." Filia moaned as she felt his member enter deeper into her, stretching her hole wider than it had ever been or would be.

7 inches... 8 inches in, and her eyes opened wide, unaware of what was happening. Still, she was feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before. At the 8th inch, she had bottomed out... the tip of his manhood was kissing her womb, and he knew it while she was still confused. He began to thrust in and out of her, faster and harder, and the newly delivered Virginia threw her head back and made unintelligible noises.

Filia was lost in the sensations coursing through her body. Her mind was clouded by pleasure, and she could barely think clearly. All she wanted was more, more, more.

The shaman picked up the pace, and soon his manhood throbbed inside her, making her feel fuller and fuller. "I'm gonna cum!" The shaman yelled. He slammed the head of his dick against her womb and let his seed flow. In seconds his cum overflowed out of her as her legs twitched from another orgasm.

Filia looks exhausted and broken as only broken sounds come from her mouth. Her dress has been stained with cum and fluid. "Nows not the time to rest." He said, flipping her over onto all fours and proceeding to spend the rest of the night cumming inside her until the morning sun broke over the horizon.