Chapter 91 Vignette 83
He stood at the center, cloaked in black, eyes sharp enough to pin me in place. I told myself I had come here to learn spells, to finally touch the mysteries I’d only dreamed about. But when his gaze swept over me, slow and unblinking, I felt less like an apprentice… and more like prey that had walked willingly into a hunter’s den.
“Do you still agree to the terms?” His voice was low, smooth, curling around me like smoke.
My throat was dry, but I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
The faintest smile touched his mouth…one that promised I had agreed to more than I understood.
He moved closer, and the candles bent their flames toward him, as if the fire itself obeyed his presence. I’d expected books, a wand, perhaps a chalk-drawn circle. Instead, the table beside him held only a coil of silken cord, a strip of black cloth, and a single silver ring etched with runes.
My pulse stumbled.
“This is the first lesson,” he said, his hand brushing the cord with deliberate care. “Magic demands more than knowledge. It demands surrender. Power cannot be shared between equals. It flows from the one who yields to the one who commands.”
The words clung to my skin like a spell, and I realized he wasn’t speaking only of enchantments.
I swallowed, throat tight. “You mean… obedience?”
His smile deepened, dark and certain. “Obedience is the key. Without it, there is no bond. No magic.”
The room seemed to shrink, the air pressing in. Somewhere deep inside me, fear tangled with a dangerous spark of curiosity. I had come seeking knowledge. But what he offered felt closer to possession.
And still I didn’t step back.
The runes carved into the silver ring flickered with an inner light as he lifted it, speaking a word I didn’t recognize. The sound was low and resonant, and I swore I felt it vibrate inside my chest.
The candles trembled. My skin prickled. Something unseen brushed against my wrist like a phantom hand.
“This is how it begins,” he murmured. He slipped the ring onto my finger. It was cold at first…then searing, pulsing with life as if it carried a heartbeat of its own. I gasped, clutching my hand to my chest, but the rhythm only sank deeper, syncing with mine.
I should have been terrified. Part of me was. But alongside the fear was a startling surge of heat, of energy. My body wasn’t responding to him, not to his smile or his eyes, but to the impossible force surging through me.
“Do you feel it?” he asked, voice steady as the world seemed to tilt.
“Yes…” My voice was a whisper, strangled and trembling.
“That is the price of apprenticeship. You surrender your will to the current…and to me, its vessel. Without surrender, the power will consume you. With it… it will remake you.”
My knees weakened, though I hadn’t moved. The ring tightened, humming, binding me. The ritual was the seduction, the power itself the lure. I hadn’t realized until that moment that becoming his apprentice didn’t mean study. It meant surrender.
The humming ring tightened once more, and with it came a rush that made me stagger. My breath hitched, the power stealing every thought from my mind until only his voice anchored me.
“Speak your plea,” he commanded. “Swear yourself to the current, and it will obey you only through me.”
I swallowed hard, the words caught in my throat. My instinct screamed to run, but my body ached with the rhythm of the magic, thrumming through every vein like molten fire. If I stepped away, it would tear me apart. If I yielded…
“I… surrender,” I whispered. My lips trembled, but the moment the words left me, the current wrapped tighter, as though the power itself had been waiting. “I plead to be taken into the ritual.”
A flicker of satisfaction curved his mouth. He raised his hand, and the circle of candles flared white-hot. Shadows of unseen figures danced along the walls, like a silent congregation. I wasn’t alone with him anymore. The ritual had witnesses.
“Then you are mine to bind,” he said.
From a chest carved with runes, he drew out lengths of cord so black they seemed to swallow the light. They weren’t ordinary ropes…sigils shimmered faintly across them, shifting like living things. He approached, and though instinct made me want to recoil, the current rooted me in place.
“Take off your clothes," he said simply.
“What?!" I exclaimed,
"Take off your clothes,” he repeated. "It's part of the ritual,”
I swallowed. This was going farther than I expected. He talked about obedience but I didn't think it would be this sort. I only came to feed my curiosity, not his eyes…and maybe something else.
I stripped…slowly. But the way he watched me, the way his gaze swept across my body like he had other thoughts that didn't include the rituals.
I pulled off every piece of material I had on. Then looked at him, expecting the next command.
My nipples were harder than I last remember, goosebumps all over my skin. My fingers trembled…not because he stared at my bare skin. But because I didn't know why. Something thick curled sweet and low in my stomach.
He stepped closer. My soul seemed to step backward but my body stayed rooted to the ground.
The heat from his body hit me. He held my wrist and lifted my arm up. When the cord touched my wrist, the room fell silent. The shadows leaned closer. He chanted incantations, each word pulling at the air, and the cord coiled itself around me, it felt like it had a mind of its own, twining tight around my arms and the pole behind me where he tied it.
He lifted my other hand and tied it upward to another pole.
My heart thundered. This wasn’t just restraint…it was submission woven into magic, a vow made flesh. With every knot, I felt the ritual closing around me, binding me to him, to the power, to the unseen forces that demanded I give myself fully.
His gaze swept my body again. Slower this time. They landed on my boobs.
My breath hitched.
He leaned in, slow and steady. My pussy pulsed.
It wasn't just about seeing me naked…or the way he leaned closer. It was something else…something heavier, something thicker. Something I didn't understand. My pussy dripped like he'd even touched me, pulsing violently between my clutched thighs.
His breath hit my nipples. Then his lips did. And then his tongue. He sucked one slowly, one hand grabbing the other. I gasped, my pussy throbbing harder.
His hand was big and they pressed into my skin, sinking inside my breasts.
He licked the other breast. Then kissed my chest and looked at my face. I breathed…audibly.
He held up another rope. Held my feet apart, tying them on two opposite poles.
The moment the last cord cinched, I realized: apprenticeship was not a lesson. It was possession.
My pussy stretched open as my legs were wide apart, liquids dripping out uncontrollably.
He circled me. Let his heat pierce me. Let the spell bound me till I beg.
He took another rope and tied it around my stomach. He wrapped another one under my breasts and tied it above it.
My boobs pooped out, every single fat accentuated with the rope above and below it.
I was tied up like a slave, ropes all over my body.
But I didn't feel pain…not too much. It was more pleasing than painful. Pleasing to watch me in a vulnerable state. Pleasing to see my pussy drip.
He walked around me, chanting words I couldn't understand. They seemed foreign…or perhaps out of the human world.
And the more he chanted, the more I trembled. My legs vibrated against the ropes, stomach curling hard.
I looked down at myself. I looked ruined. Useless. My juices continued dripping to the floor.
I tried to tighten my mouth from releasing moans but they escaped anyway.
I felt him behind me…really close, I could hear his breathing. His garment brushed me. I gasped.
The next thing I felt was his cock pressing me from behind. My breath hitched. He pressed it between my ass cheeks, my legs trembled.
Then he came in front of me, his lips suddenly fuller than I last remembered. I badly wanted him to kiss me. To suck my lips so hard they'd turn red.
He leaned in again, directing his lips to my neck. He let them brush me, my senses jumped, the sensation of his breath hitting me sent shivers running down my spine.
He pulled out one hand and let it hover above my breast like he was also performing a spell on it. I moaned.
He gripped it and I flinched, air hanging in my throat. My lips parted instinctively, releasing breaths broken by gasps.
He kissed me. Slow and wet, deepening with every whisper from the candles.
Oh, goddess. I kissed him back.
Intensively.
He lifted his garment, his lips still claiming mine. I hadn't even realized he wore nothing underneath the dark, long garment that covered his neck down to the last of his feet. Not until he pressed his cock to my pussy.
I gasped, my breath hanging abruptly in my throat.
It was so fat…bigger than a normal human cock. It didn't go inside my pussy. Not yet. Just pressed my clitoris so hard my blood ran cold.
He didn't stop kissing me. He increased the intensity of the kiss with every press he gave my clit and the entrance of my pussy with his cock.
The kiss was rougher now. Claiming and biting my lips, his tongue grazing mine, saliva flushing into my mouth.
I loved every bit of his taste. He tasted like ancient earth and metal. Not humanlike.
The body of his cock was now soaked in my juices. He hadn't even entered me yet, but my extreme leakage already soaked him.
Then finally. He pushed his cock inside my pussy. It was so long it went deep…really deep…inside my pussy.
I screamed. Not from pains but from how sweet and relieving it felt.
He gripped my ass tight as he slammed my pussy with his cock.
His lips had fallen down to my neck. He just let his breath hover there, his cock going in and out of my pussy.
It didn't feel like sex. Not really.
It felt like a magical spell. One that I wasn't sure if I would be able to do without it hence forth.
My pussy pulsed violently when he pulled out. It screamed for him to put it back. And when he did, I ran out of my senses.
I couldn't even move my hands even if I wanted to. I couldn't move my legs either. They were tightly tied to the pole, my body hanging on the air, my Master's cock fucking and stretching my pussy.
He slapped my ass with his leather-gloved hands. So hard he left bruises.
Then he gripped my boobs tight. I was scared it would pop out of my skin.
He slapped my tits and pulled out. My pussy throbbed.
He groaned, his cock still hard with my creams all over it.
He still held his garment up, circling round me, chanting the strange language again.
This was supposed to be a lesson on how magic is done. Not one to teach my pussy how to endure desire.
I cried, my pussy pulsing fast and hard, juices dripping out like my pussy had nothing else to do but to leak. It was wide open. Open to his cock. Open for him to shove it in as ruthlessly as he wished. And slam my hole mercilessly. I wanted him to tie the rope tighter and fuck me until I bled.
He continued to circle me. My heart beat faster with every step he took, my pussy pulsing with great intensity…one I couldn't endure anymore.
Like he knew I'd reached the peak of endurance, he stood behind me and then—
His cock was deep in my asshole.
He shoved it in, penetrating and widening the tight hole with his cock. Friction was a barrier, stopping his cock from sliding seamlessly in my asshole.
But then I felt something behind me… cold and wet.
He poured it on my ass, then spread it around with his thumb in a circular motion.
I whimpered.
He rubbed the oil hand on his cock and gave it a few strokes. Then he penetrated my asshole again, fucking me harder.
I felt sweet fucking pains. I shouted but he didn't stop. And then, a huge wave of squirt shot out of my pussy. My mouth widened, gasping, chest rising rapidly, panting.
He continued fucking my pussy mercilessly until his cum burst out, straight inside me.
He pulled out and walked to my front. His cock had fallen to his thigh, resting. He touched my cum on my pussy. Then stared straight into my eyes and said..
“We've just completed the first lesson of the preparation. Now let's move on to the second.”