<Thalia’s POV>
When Thalia returned from the baths with a cloth and a bucket of hot soapy water, she found the two Stratega bullying the young boy, Linhart. He looked exhausted, unable to even stand up. His lightly muscled arms were stretched wide, with one around the shoulders of the Stratega Binder, and the other draped over the skinny butt of the scary Stratega who, thankfully, was still bound with magical ropes. His eyes were closed as he endured an oral attack from the Stratega. Her tongue was digging into his mouth now, and he seemed unable to defend himself.
She paused in her approach and admired the boy’s face once more. He reminded her so much of Evren… the same smile, the same gorgeous brown curls. Only the eyes told her that this wasn’t her beloved partner reincarnated as a Fighter. Linhart’s eyes contained a strangeness. Making contact with those deep brown orbs was like encountering madness.
Stratega Octavia was completely naked and laying up against him, her long body was practically wrapping around his. Her arm held him tight, and her enormous breasts were heaving against his side. Her legs encircled his waist, preventing him from getting away. Thalia was so jealous, she wished she could free the poor boy. She imagined he would be so grateful, he would give her a kiss for free.
Dropping to her knees, she dunked the cloth then wrung the excess water out. “Fighter Linhart, I have the cloth here. Do I have your permission to clean the filth off your thingie?”
Linhart pulled away from the Stratega’s mouth and looked directly at her. “Of course, Thalia,” he replied with compassion in his voice, “I’m so happy to feel your touch once again.” She was surprised to see him spread his legs wide for her, his cock and balls, despite being crusted with the mage’s shit, were beautiful to behold. She didn’t need to be asked twice.
His cock was hard in her hands, and it was big enough that her fingers just barely reached around its girth. Wiping it carefully with the white cloth, she adored the way it pulsed in time with her movements. It seemed to be reacting to her gentle stroking.
A faint voice floated up from the dark-haired mage. “You can’t keep me tied up forever,” she purred. Her head was pressed down against his chest, facing away from Thalia so she couldn’t see her face. But she could tell by the tone that the Stratega Mage was staring at the boy intently.
“These draining ropes have nearly reached their limit.” Her voice was high-pitched when she wasn't muttering arcane words under her breath. “And when they do, I won’t go easy, like this cow… I’m gonna bang that big dick of yours until you beg me for mercy, and then I’ll fuck you some more.”
A shiver went up Thalia’s spine. This mage was insane! When she got free, she’d likely make all three of them pay. The draining ropes were glowing too bright… how did she feed them so much mana in so little time?
Thalia’s attention shifted between the two women and Linhart’s dick, which for some reason had grown harder with each threat from the Stratega Mage. As though the thought of being raped into submission was exciting to him. Either he was extremely courageous, or he was insane as well. Either way, Thalia had finished polishing the entire length of his shaft and was now focusing on his balls. She played with them gently as she rubbed them each clean. The soap washed away all traces of filth away, leaving his man-parts sweet-smelling and oh so erotic-looking. The boy was so occupied, he wouldn't notice if she played a little bit more with him, would he? Thalia's hand continued to massage his balls as her other hand reached around to cup his firm buttocks. Her own body was on fire down there, waves of pleasure forced her onwards.
She couldn’t resist. Leaning forward, she slid her lips over its bulbous end and started to gently lick all around his glans in her mouth. She was terrified she would be caught, but the forbidden pleasure of sucking on this beautiful cock overrode the risk. She'd deal with the consequences later.
“Hhaaahnn…” Linhart let out a long low groan, attempting to sit upright, but Stratega Octavia held him down and covered his mouth with hers. Thalia could feel his dick swelling, and was surprised as his hips spasmed, shoving his dick past her tongue and hitting the back of her throat.
The mage stopped chanting and tried to lift her body. “Shit, you’re going another round? Touch my tits again, please… like you did before!” She pleaded.
With obvious effort, she crawled her way up his body, leaving a trail of kisses up his sternum and neck. Finally, she reached his mouth where he was still being ravaged by the Binder. Boldly sticking her head in the middle, she interrupted the clash of tongues and saliva between Linhart and Stratega Octavia and claimed his mouth for herself.
Somehow, even with no magic and without the use of her arms, she was still taking control of the situation. Linhart’s mouth was at her mercy now, and the mage was squealing victoriously between gasping breaths as her drool fell into his waiting mouth. Thalia saw that her bound body was twitching wildly, and his fingers were working in and out of the place between her legs.
Thalia had reached a state of abandonment where she no longer cared about getting in trouble. As the boy fought off the two women, she attacked him as well from below, bobbing her head up and down it grew harder still; she was trying desperately to take his dick deeper inside. Her lips left marks halfway down his shaft, but her gag reflex kept her from taking it any deeper. His dick was pumping sweet pre-cum into her mouth, which she sucked and slurped down with enthusiasm. But she wanted to taste the real thing, to feel his big dick cumming down her throat. Thalia kept up the pressure, increasing the rhythm to match the action that was happening up above.
Stratega Octavia made an angry huffing sound, before she stood up and circled around to stand behind the woman who was deep-kissing her boy. Was she trying to reclaim him? No, instead she just hauled the tiny woman up by her long black hair breaking their connection, except for a thin strand of spittle. Holding her tight so she stayed upright, Octavia started pulling on her stretched out tits once more. “Haaah… no, not you… the boy, touch my tits!” the mage muttered in defeat. “Please…”
But Octavia wasn’t falling for it. She gritted her teeth and sharply slapped the mage’s face a few times, leaving her looking dazed and ready to cry. “You won’t get any attention from Linhart until we have a guarantee that you won’t hurt him.”
“Ughhnn… okaaay, I won’t hurt him!”
“That’s not good enough, we need to know your true name, Celes.”
The woman whined bitterly, and resisted, even while she was being punished by the Stratega. “Nooo… I can’t tell you that. Anything but that!”
Octavia reached for the basket Thalia had brought, and pulled out the long bronze “shock rod” Thalia had collected for her. “Of course you can, Celes. I’m sure our friend Linhart would be more willing to suck on your tits if he knew your name.” Her voice grew more serious as she rubbed the rod over her lips that were reddened from kissing. “But If you don’t tell us, I’m afraid I’ll have to use this to shock you until you lose all control of your body.”
Before the mage could reply, she found the thick, hard rod being stuffed past her lips and into the deeper reaches of her mouth. Her jaw was stretched wide around it.
“Uughh!” the mage protested, unable to form any words. Her eyes looked up with hatred, and tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Last chance to tell us, Celes. Imagine, when the Fighter knows your name, he would trust you almost as much as he does me. Hell, he’ll even visit your Spire. Giving up your power over him is a small price to pay to bind with a Mnemon, don’t you think?”
She held the rod like that, stuffed halfway down her throat for a minute, before the mage grunted in what may have been submission. She pulled it out once more. The Stratega Mage breathed heavily, still resistant, but all the fight had gone out of her.
“Think about it, Celes,” she said convincingly, “If you don’t share your true name with us, you’ll never have sex with Linhart again. You’ll never get your magic boosted again. We can’t trust you without your true name."
“Very well!” The mage screeched back at her, “I’ll tell you and him. My true name… it’s Celestherynna. May the Gods strike me down if I lie.”
Linhart whispered the word breathlessly, "Celestherynna, give me a kiss."
A look of desire and possession came over the mage's face. Her head bobbed back down to deep-kiss him once again. Her back arched as his fingers worked furiously into her pussy.
At the same time, Thalia could feel Linhart’s body heating up and his groin thrust upwards, forcing its way into her waiting mouth. She fought the urge to throw-up, as his member poked down past the back of her throat and into her trachea. It felt like this delicate little boy was using her mouth like a fuck-toy, but she was enjoying it. It’s like Evren had come back to her. His dick lodged there, she gagged and drooled all over it until his cum came pouring down her throat.
He erupted deep inside her, wave after wave of semen getting shot into her tummy. At the same time, Thalia became aware of the mage who was bent over his face sucking on his mouth, was screaming through a body-shaking orgasm. His fingers were still massaging her female parts, as she squirted out a clear smelly fluid n impressive distance. Some of it sprayed across the Stratega's face and glasses. She wore a look of disgust, but also of triumph.
“Celestherynna!” she exclaimed, invoking the power of her true name, “Do not ever dirty me with your fluids again. How disrespectful!”
The Stratega mage, still twitching and arching her back, shook off the draining ropes. Their power limit had been reached and the magical energy within them dispersed as the knots fell uselessly from her body. Standing up on shaky legs, she was free now, but she didn’t lash out at them. Instead, she turned and bowed to Stratega Octavia.
“Yes, Octavia,” she moaned, “I will not disrespect you like that ever again.”
