Chapter 79 Threads of Pleasure and Poison
Elyndra
The morning light spilled through the narrow window of the hut, warm and golden, but it was nothing compared to the heat building between my thighs. I leaned back against the pile of pillows, legs spread obscenely wide, knees drawn up so my slick pussy was fully exposed to Ryven’s hungry mouth. His tongue worked me with surprising skill—long, slow licks from my entrance up to my swollen clit, then tight circles that made my back arch off the bed.
“That’s right,” I moaned, loud enough that anyone passing below the elevated hut would hear every filthy word. “Suck it. Suck my clit and finger-fuck me until I squirt all over your face.”
Ryven groaned against my folds, the vibration sending sparks straight to my core. He slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right while his lips sealed around my clit and sucked hard. I bucked my hips, grinding shamelessly against his mouth, chasing the building pressure. My moans grew louder, unrestrained—raw, throaty sounds that echoed off the wooden walls.
Let them hear. Let the entire settlement know that Rowenna’s body was finally being used properly.
I didn’t like women like Rowenna. Passive. Timid. So little magic she might as well have been ordinary. She depended on men for everything—protection, direction, even her own pleasure. Pathetic, really. But that very weakness made her the perfect vessel. Her mind was easy to shove aside and lock away in a dark corner of this body. She barely struggled. And with a few careful threads of my own power, I had reshaped her face and form to something far more pleasing: my own features. Pale skin, full red lips, black eyes that could swallow a man whole. The breasts were fuller now, the waist narrower, the hips more inviting. Ryven had no idea he was fucking something ancient and far more dangerous than the meek girl he thought he loved.
I had half-expected him to reject me when I first revealed myself. Most men would have panicked, reached for weapons, tried to banish the “witch.” But the moment I saw the thick outline of his erection straining against his trousers, I knew the truth. He hadn’t had a proper fuck in weeks. Maybe longer. The hunger in his eyes when he finally gave in told me everything.
Starved men are so very easy to lead.
And lead him I did.
We fucked through the entire morning. Hard, rough, endless. I rode him until my thighs burned. He took me from behind, pounding deep while I screamed into the pillow. He pinned me against the wall and fucked me standing until my legs gave out. Every position, every angle, I coaxed more from him. And with every thrust, every moan, every whispered word against his ear, I wove my magic deeper into his mind. Subtle threads—soft suggestions, gentle nudges, the faintest haze of desire and obedience. He never noticed. Men rarely do when their cock is buried inside wet heat.
By the time the sun climbed high, we were both slick with sweat and cum. I climbed off him long enough to fetch some bread and cheese from the small stores in the hut. We ate quickly, feeding each other between kisses, my hand lazily stroking his cock back to full hardness under the table. Then we began again. Slower this time, more deliberate. I let him take control, let him think he was the one in charge while I tightened the invisible leash around his will.
It was late afternoon when the knock sounded on the door.
We ignored it.
I was on top of Ryven again, straddling his hips, his thick cock spearing deep inside me as I rolled my hips in lazy, sensual circles. My hands braced on his chest, nails digging into his skin just enough to mark him. Each downward slide made wet, obscene sounds that filled the small space. I could feel him throbbing inside me, close but not quite there.
The knock came again, sharper. Then the door creaked open.
A familiar voice spoke, “I should have known.”
Magnus.
With a flick of my fingers and a quick, quiet spell, Ryven’s eyes fluttered. His body went limp beneath me as sleep claimed him instantly. He would remember none of this conversation—only the long, blissful hours of pleasure that had come before.
I knew the plans he and Magnus had discussed. I had seen the fragments flickering through Ryven’s mind when I first slipped into this vessel. It was clever. Layered. And most importantly, it gave me the perfect means to rid myself of that cursed dragon binder once and for all.
I rose gracefully from the bed. A smirk played on my red lips as I turned to face Magnus, completely naked and unashamed. The late afternoon light caressed my reshaped curves—full, perky breasts, narrow waist, and the neat dark triangle between my legs—turning Rowenna’s once-timid form into something far more intoxicating.
“I still need to come,” I purred, voice low and commanding. “You will have to do.”
I crossed the room to him with deliberate, swaying hips, letting every step showcase the sway of my body. When I reached Magnus, I placed a hand firmly on his groin, feeling the thick ridge of his erection straining against his trousers. It twitched eagerly under my palm.
“Sit down,” I said, “and take out your cock.”
He obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself into the sturdy wooden chair. His eyes never left mine as he unfastened his trousers and freed his heavy shaft. It rose thick and veined, the broad head already flushed dark and glistening with a bead of precum. Thicker than Ryven’s. Promising the kind of stretch I craved right now.
Promising the kind of stretch I craved right now.
I straddled his lap at once, hovering just above him so the messy evidence of my morning with Ryven dripped onto the tip of his cock. Magnus groaned deeply as I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until he was buried to the hilt inside my slick heat. The stretch burned beautifully, filling me in ways that made my breath catch.
His hands grabbed my breasts and squeezing. “If I had only known you were this tight,” he muttered, “I would have kept you for myself.”
I braced my hands on his broad shoulders and began to ride him with long, sensual strokes—lifting until only the head remained inside me before slamming back down. Wet, filthy sounds filled the small hut. “I’ve been fucking your hunter all morning. He’s eager… but you fill me better. Thicker. Deeper.”
Magnus thrust up to meet me, the chair creaking beneath our combined weight. I rode him harder, faster, my moans growing loud and unrestrained. Every bounce sent jolts of pleasure racing through me.
“Ryven will be going over the ridge later tonight,” I said between breaths. “Deploy a handful of your Enforcers in that area. Hidden. Ready.”
“I will,” Magnus croaked, his grip on my breasts tightening. “Faster and harder. I’m about to come.”
I slowed my rhythm suddenly, rolling my hips in teasing circles instead of the frantic pace. Magnus growled in frustration, trying to drive up harder, but I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him firmly back against the chair.
“Not yet,” I whispered against his ear, nipping the lobe sharply. “You don’t get to come until I’ve had exactly what I want.”
I lifted myself completely off his cock. Turning smoothly, I presented my back to him and sank down again in reverse, bracing my hands on his knees. I rode him with deep, powerful strokes, letting him watch the way my ass bounced and how my soaked pussy swallowed every thick inch.
Magnus slapped my ass hard, the sharp sting blooming into heat that only heightened my pleasure. “You’re playing dangerous games, witch.”
I laughed, breathless and mocking. “And you love every filthy second of it.”
Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, tight circles while continuing to ride him. The new angle dragged the head of his cock perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. My moans sharpened into cries. The coil of pleasure tightened, hotter and brighter, until it finally snapped.
I came hard, thighs shaking violently as I squirted around his cock—clear fluid gushing over his lap, his balls, and the floor in rhythmic pulses. My back arched, a loud, shameless cry tearing from my throat as ecstasy tore through every nerve.
Magnus cursed, his thick cock swelling inside my clenching walls. He tried to hold back, but I deliberately squeezed him, milking every inch with deliberate pulses. With a guttural groan he surrendered, flooding me with hot, heavy ropes of cum that overflowed and joined the mess already coating us both.
We stayed locked together for several long moments, breathing ragged, the hut thick with the heavy scent of sex and satisfaction.
I finally rose, feeling the warm rush of our combined releases spill down my thighs in obscene trails. Turning to face him, I smirked at his flushed expression and the obvious mess I had made of his clothes and lap.
He straightened his clothes and rose. “Wake Ryven after I leave,” he ordered, voice returning to its usual cool command. His hand reached between my legs one last time, fingers lazily rubbing my oversensitive clit. “The Enforcers will be there. Have Ryven gain the girl’s trust. Make him useful.”
I smiled, slow and satisfied, leaning into his touch. “He will. I will make sure of it.”
Magnus gave my clit one final firm pinch, then turned and left the hut without another word.
I stoof standing, catching my breath, feeling the warm trickle of two men’s cum leaking down my thighs. Rowenna’s body was wonderfully responsive—sensitive in all the right places, capable of multiple releases without tiring. I could get used to this vessel.
After a moment I moved back to the bed. Ryven still slept peacefully, his face relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen before. I brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, then leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, sending another gentle wave of suggestion into his mind.
"How about one more time before you leave for the ridge?" I whispered when his eyes finally fluttered open some time later.
He smiled, lazy and sated. “I've gone limp. Lick me hard, will you?"
I returned the wicked smile, already sliding down his body. “I'll do more than that.”
As my mouth enveloped him once more, I let my mind drift briefly to the ridge, to the binder, to Azerath and to the boy they would try to rescue tonight. Everything was falling neatly into place.
Ryven moaned above me, hips twitching.
Good boy.
I would ride him one more time before nightfall—seal the compulsion deeper, make sure he carried on the plans I had so carefully laid.
And when the Enforcers moved in, when the girl was cornered, Ryven would be right there beside her.
Trusting. Helping.
Delivering her straight into Magnus’s hands.
I sucked harder, taking him deep into my throat, and smiled around Ryven's cock.
Then, Azerath would be mine.