Octavia had reclaimed her glasses and was scrutinizing him intensely. Linhart stood naked before her, his excitement rising as she ogled his body intensely. Days of living together and constant mating had destroyed any awkwardness that he felt towards her. She studied his confident posture and huge erection, and he could tell by the look on her face that she wanted him now. Linhart smiled, knowing there was no way she could resist the offer that followed.
“Stratega Octavia. Why don’t the three of us do it together after all?”
The tight frown she gave him looked rather cute. “You’ve got to understand how much I despise this woman,” she whispered in a low lusty tone, “Watching you have sex with her is not my idea of fun.”
“You don’t have to like someone to have sex with them,” he argued, his hand lifting Celes’ pretty face to the left and the right. He popped his thumb in her mouth, and felt her react like a baby sucking on a bottle. “Some of the hottest sex I’ve had was with terrible women who wanted to hurt me.”
“Hmph. They must have been Fighter girls… Let me guess, Xenia’s screwed you numerous times?”
She nodded knowingly as a look of surprise that crossed his face. “Oh, I didn’t read your mind little boy, I just understand Xenia’s tastes too well.” Then she sighed and tugged Celes’ dress up over her head. “I guess I don’t mind sharing you with her, as long as I get your first time. Are you technically a virgin then?”
“Not this time, but next time loop… I’ll be a virgin for you.”
They both laughed, and on a whim, he leaned in to give her a kiss. It was their first kiss, as far as she was concerned. His mouth pushed lightly against hers, three times. She accepted the first two with a look of joyous surprise, but on the third peck she opened her mouth and pulled him into a lusty embrace. He had no chance of escape.
Linhart felt the muscles in his body relax, as she pulled him closer. Celes, sitting forgotten in Octavia’s lap, was sandwiched between the two. When their lips finally parted, Linhart’s body was pressed against Celes’ naked form, his nipple was grinding against her cheek. Her eyes still closed, but he knew she was awake from the way she was breathing heavily.
Octavia reached around the woman’s pale narrow waist, where her hand found his dick pressed against the mage’s stomach. She caressed its tip gently with her thumb, and then started jerking it, her fist bumping rhymically into the mage's flat tummy. Linhart, thrilled to have these two luscious females within his reach, decided to try something new. The powerless Stratega had her mouth gaping open, so he planted a quick kiss on her lip and then another. Octavia let out an ‘awww’ but didn’t interfere, holding his manhood now in both hands, she was energetically bringing him closer to orgasm.
Drowning in passion, his mouth sealed tightly on Celes’ soft lips. He delved deep into her mouth, tongue wrestling with her in this weakened state. A whimper drifted up out of her, as Linhart insatiably explored her mouth and body.
The beautiful mage was spread out before him like forbidden fruit begging to be picked. Octavia relished the feeling of his erect dick twitching and growing in her hands. She muttered jealously as she watched the two of them lip-locked. Linhart sensed that she was maintaining some sort of weakening spell, which left Celes gasping softly, unable to speak or take action, like some sort of living doll. He loved seeing this powerful mage in such a submissive state of being.
“I can see that you are really turned on by this skinny skank, even with her glamor spell deactivated,” she sighed, pulling the mage’s arms back at a painful angle, which made her tits pop out more. “Wait until you see the devices my apprentice is bringing…. Oh look, Thalia has arrived!”
The busty Binder girl was hanging by the doorway, carrying a basket that was laden down with the items she was sent to fetch. She hesitated, taking in the strangeness of the room, but once she spotted the Stratega Binder, she bowed and entered, padding barefoot across the carpet and kneeling beside them.
“Stratega, here is everything you requested. Six ID bracers, a shock rod, four mana clips, two lengths of draining rope, a ball gag…”
“Yes, yes, stand here and hold this woman tight,” she directed Thalia, dumping Celes on the floor like a piece of trash. She then jumped on Linhart, saying, “It’s time for me to bond with this cutie!”
* * * * * * * * *
The first few minutes of bonding with Octavia was euphoric. To Linhart, it felt like he had returned home after a long trip away. The comforting presence of her curiosity and her horniness warmed his heart. To Octavia, the bonding was much more than that. She reacted strongly, as soon as the trigger was pressed and the bracer sealed to his nervous system.
Her body collapsed into his, her shivering body clutching him tight. She blathered on... spilling her feelings and detailing his every perfection; praising him and crying in his arms, like a young girl falling in love. Then they kissed while Thalia looked on, holding Celes’ whimpering head to the floor.
Much later, Octavia was putting the finishing touches on the complex series of knots and bindings, while Linhart stroked his dick in anticipation. Stepping back, she admired her perverse work. Celes’ arms were held tightly behind her back and her legs firmly bent at the knee, preventing her from standing, or moving faster than a crawl. Linhart was marveling at the master ropework and noticed that the cords were glowing a faint yellow hue that clashed with the purple light all around.
The mage was whining softly to herself. Her eyes had returned to normal, fully recovered from the blindness, and she was able to talk again. But Celes said nothing, perhaps due to the shock of finding herself the captive of a Binder and a freshman Fighter.
“There,” Octavia announced in triumph, “The draining ropes are in place! She won’t even think about casting a spell with these on.” She turned to Linhart with a hungry look in her eyes. “Now, should I tie you up as well, would you like that?”
Octavia was sifting through his feelings and needs still, trying to divine just how horny and kinky he was. She was enjoying having him and Celes at her mercy a little too much.
“No need to tie me up, I’ll cooperate,” Linhart squeaked, and lay down on his back. His hands at his side, he waited for Octavia to assume her favorite pose. Standard cowgirl, so she can look him in the eyes while she fucks him.
The foreplay and the fresh bonding had left his penis standing rock hard. A stream of precum was leaking from its tip and his balls were aching for release. Octavia moved into position over top of him, her tall and shapely form reminding him of a queen or a librarian.
Biting her lower lip, she squatted over his midsection, and grabbed his great fleshy rod in her hand. Slowly and with an expectant smile, she looked down at him as she lowered her soaking wet pussy. He sighed with pleasure as his throbbing length slid past her outer folds and watched her abdominal muscles spasm with pleasure.
“Haaah… oh darling, you’re hitting me in all the right places!...” Octavia’s soft voice turned him on more than anything. Even from day 1, Octavia had been an amazing sex partner. He had missed this feeling.
She pumped her hips up and down for a few minutes, each time taking in a little more of his length. “Oh gods, I don’t think I can take this much longer… Haahnn!” She pressed down once more, her thighs slapping against his hips as her whole body began to spasm. “... I’m cumming…” she cried. Her love tunnel squeezed tightly around his dick, sending tingles all over his body, and he could feel the pressure in his balls rising out of his control.
“Oh yeeaah… Kiss me,” he begged, as he pulled her face down towards his. The two of them locked lips as they came, his cum spurting deep inside her mixing with the fluids that came spilling out of her all over his body and the carpet. Though it had been simple and vanilla by his standards, this bout of sex left him feeling completely sated.
But Octavia wasn’t done yet. Sitting up straight, she continued to grind her crotch on his still-sensitive dick. Her massive breasts bounced provocatively as she reached for Celes.
“Come join us, Sleaze,” she laughed, hauling her over to them by the hair. “You said you would steal my boy. Well, here's your chance.”
The woman looked even thinner and weak after being tightly tied up. She couldn’t weigh much more than 100 pounds, and Octavia had no problem lifting her up and dropping her on top of Linhart. He ‘oofed’ in surprise, but it didn’t hurt at all. It actually felt nice having this intimidating mage shivering in his arms, and he abandoned all fear as he caressed her body. She was nothing without her magic. “Oooww… Please…” she was gasping again and again.
With the ropes wrapped round them, her tits looked bigger. Especially with the way she was bent over him; they nearly filled his hands. Her breasts were sensitive, and she reacted intensely as he massaged them. Rolling her nipples in his fingertips, they immediately hardened though she wiggled annoyingly trying to get away. Her whimpers and pleas were growing louder.
“Hold still, Stratega,” he commanded. Bringing his hand down to her round little bottom he spanked her hard. Her flesh vibrated like the skin on a drum and her whimpers turned into wordless squealing. “I’m going to give you my body next, if Octavia will allow it.”
Octavia, still grinding on his dick, looked down at where they were joined. “You filled me up so much, Linhart, that its leaking out all over. Of course, I’ll share you with her. I’m a girl of her word, and I said she could have your second dose,” she laughed. Her hand lashed out and she gave the mage’s tight butt a solid spank, “Didn’t I, skank?”
The girl was shivering more now, as she moaned into his chest. “I’m sorry… Please don’t hurt me.”
Linhart pulled the disheveled hair back to get a look at her. She was pressing her reddened face to him, her thin pink lips had closed around his nipple and her tongue was darting around licking him delicately. She seemed to be enjoying the abusive attention more than he had expected.
By now, his dick had regained its full vigor and Octavia was panting hard and moving her body up and down. His dick covered with her creamy fluids.
“Hnngh, that’s sooo good! Watch this, Octavia,” he said, his hands cupping the mage’s chest once again. “I know something that she’ll really like.”
His body was tingling so much and his brain was so foggy, he almost forgot how to cast the spell, but after two attempts mana flowed from his fingers into her soft titties. Her reaction was immediate. Her back arched, raising her body upwards, in a pose that looked like a chained priestess rising up and worshiping him. Her eyes closed and mouth opened wide in a look of pure bliss, and a high trill like birdsong warbled out of her.
Octavia, a look of concern on her face, rose up high enough that his dick popped out of her. She shook her head smiling. “Is that a charm spell you’re casting? Is it “Honey Jar”? You’re crazy using a love spell on a frosty mage.”
“Hey, you were the one that taught me this spell. If it goes wrong, that’s on you!”
“Well, you obviously didn't learn flow and control from me, because you’re pumping your mana into her way too fast. Slow down!”
Linhart was feeling light-headed and his hands were tingling like tiny needles were stabbing him. The draining ropes binding Celes in place were glowing neon yellow now, clashing with the purple tint of the room. Celes was balanced on her knees and toes, with her legs spread wide. A stream of drool was running from her mouth and her breasts and core muscles were twitching wildly. His hands grasped her titties tight until she climaxed. The pleasure hit her like a force bolt, and her body flopped back down upon him, moaning shrilly and fluids gushing out of her pussy.
“Oh gods, let her go! Everything you’ve got is draining into her. You’re nearly out of mana.” Octavia forcefully pulled Celes away, her lovely breasts slipping out of his hands, leaving a warm impression on his palms. Linhart felt like he had run a mile, but his dick was still as hard as ever.
“I’m okay,” he assured her, breathing hard and getting to his knees. He seized onto the ropes but then quickly released them, a cold sensation entered his body. “Uggh, these ropes drain anyone they touch?”
“Yes, and all the mana you fed to her has already been dispersed. Be careful!” Octavia lectured him. “And, you’re going to be in big trouble if that Honey Jar spell has taken hold. A love-sick mage is one of the most depraved creatures on this planet.”
Linhart wasn’t worried. He was too busy turning Celes’ body around, grabbing her ass, which was spread wide open, and lining it up with his dick. “I’m feeling love-sick myself,” he declared, pressing his thumb to her tight little rear end. Her entrance resisted just a moment before loosening under the pressure. His thumb entering up to its first joint.
“Looks like this hole is ready… I haven’t told you this yet Celes, but fucking you in the ass is the only way I can boost your magic score.”
Draping her arms over his shoulders Octavia leaned in. She scrunched up her nose, and peered at the girl’s ass. Every wiggle of his thumb sent her shaking uncontrollably. “I think I’ll pass on the magic boost then,” she sniffed.
“That’s no surprise,” Linhart said jokingly. “Maybe, you’ll let me boost your Binding this time?” He offered a finger from his other hand in front of her nose. She looked surprised for a moment, then with a conflicted look, she slid her lips over his digit and suck it like a popsicle.
Linhart laughed, pulling his finger free, then returned his attention to Celes. With one hand on his dick and the other steadying her butt, he spread his legs wider until he had lined up perfectly with her softly rounded rear end. Aiming carefully, he spat a big gob of saliva right on her butthole. Massaging it around, that was enough to lubricate her entryway. It was yielding, but not enough to allow for more than his finger. Her holes were just too narrow to accommodate him, but Octavia came to his aid once again.
“Let me loosen her up.” Placing both her hands on the mage’s hips, a burst of energy could be felt. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps and a small burst of air erupted from within. “Eww… I thought mages farts don’t smell.”
The magic spell, whatever it was, had worked and his rod slid into the tight confines of her anal passage. Celes let out a desperate sound, saying, “Oh gods… not there…”
Linhart dug his hands into her shivering hips and pressed his way deeper.
“I can feel it… so deep…” she moaned.
Her arms were still tightly bound around her back, so he pulled on them until her entire upper body was in his grasp. “Octavia, why don’t you make Celes feel better? Perhaps by sucking on her tits?”
“Hah,” Octavia laughed, she pulled roughly on Celes’ nipples, eliciting a helpless moan. “These little things? I doubt this cold bitch could get any pleasure from them.” Octavia massaged and pulled on them some more, enjoying the girl’s useless struggles, as Linhart continued to plow deeper into her ass.
He rocked in and out of her, using all of his remaining strength to force her open. Her passage was moist, but the way she was clamped down so tight, he felt he’d be cumming in no time. Reaching his hand around, his fingers found her clit had hardened and was protruding. He stroked it in a circular motion, and felt her hips twitching on the edge of orgasm. “Oh please…. Oh please…” she was begging for relief.
“Here it comes, Celes,” Linhart breathed in her ear. The girl looked at him with wild eyes. She was on the edge as well, twisting her neck she locked onto his lips with a soul-sucking kiss. He shoved once, hard enough now so his groin slapped into her cute little butt. Hot white jism spewed out deep into her anus, his breath left his body as she sucked hungrily on him.
Octavia felt Linhart climax in her mind. Her eyes rolled back in secondary pleasure. Pulling with cruel fingers, she stretched Celes’ tits as tight as an elastic.
“Uuuunnh!...” Celes’ body went into convulsions, held back only by her restraints. Her pussy gushing fluid like a spitting viper. Octavia, laughing maniacally, released her tiny tits. They now looked stretched out and bruised dark purple under the amethyst lighting.
Linhart felt exhaustion overtake him as he eased his dick out of her. He released his hold on Celes and she fell face-first onto the carpet. His dick was covered in her fluids and excretion.
“Thalia, can you get a cloth and clean me up?”
The Binder girl, who had watched the proceedings with some interest looked surprised that he's addressing her directly. “Yes, Linhart,” she bowed and ran to get one.
Linhart collapsed to the carpet. Lying next to the mage, he began to realize he might have made a grave mistake. Celes was lying bent over, but her head was facing his direction. Despite being bound and unable to cast, her face had the look of a predator observing its prey. Her violet eyes were filled with desire.
“I can feel your magic seed flowing into me, Fighter boy. Like an elixir of raw power. Mmmm…” Her tongue darted out at him. “I'm going to enjoy devouring you!”
