THE SORCERESS’S PET

Noa Xireau

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

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Noa Xireau

The Sorceress’s Pet

Copyright © July 2017 by Noa Xireau

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Dedication

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Chapter One

“Only the I’maggus magic community and their pets are allowed to attend the Moon Festival. No one else will be admitted. Not even a princess.” Sera kept her voice steady as she turned to the king, ignoring his daughter’s affronted gasp.

“My son, Aritz, will be there!” The king hit the table with his clenched fist.

“I’ll try to convince your son to come back with me.” Sera wasn’t in the least intimidated by his outburst. He was the king, but even kings had to respect sorceresses like her.

The princess stepped forward. “Aritz won’t trust you. My father’s men already rescued my brother once, but he’s bewitched. My brother escaped to run straight back to the witch. If I find a way to talk to him, I’m sure Aritz will come back with me.”

“You’ll have to find another way, princess. I can’t take you with me.” Sera sighed inwardly. If the king’s men hadn’t been able to help Aritz when he had been with a single witch, how did they expect to rescue him once he was surrounded by hundreds of witches, sorceresses, and other members of the I’maggus community?

“Of course you can!” The princess stomped one of her brocade-slippered feet on the wooden floor, apparently trying to strike Sera down with her royal-blue eyes.

Sera repressed a smile. The girl’s temperament did honor to her fire-red hair. The princess wasn’t really that young anymore, maybe twenty-two—give or take one or two years—but she was obviously spoiled and used to having people jump at her every whim. Sera, of course, wasn’t one of those people. “Even the weakest of the witches would be able to feel your lack of magic power. If they let you into the festival, it would be only to take you as a sacrifice. You would never come out alive from the Moon Festival.”

“I would if I were one of the pets, wouldn’t I?” the princess asked.

Sera snorted. Come on! Are you serious? “And who’s supposed to believe that you’re a pet?”

“I’m a good actress. I’ll be convincing!” The princess raised her chin. The blue of her eyes deepened as they flashed like lightning.

“Let’s get real, dear. Pet in my world is nothing else than another name for a slave—a slave who has given herself totally over to her owner. The reason we take pets to the Moon Festival is to offer the Goddess our bliss, and for my people pleasure can come in the form of delight or pain. Do you understand what I mean? That we’re talking about sexual pets?” Sera raised a brow, not hiding the mocking undertone anymore. Maybe she should let those nobles know how insignificant they were for the I’maggus.

“I can do it!” The princess stared at Sera as if she thought she could hypnotize a sorceress into obeying her.

Well, those arrogant eyes had a hypnotic effect on Sera, although the spoiled princess probably couldn’t imagine that the result was a hot wetness between Sera’s thighs, way below where the princess’s cute gaze was directed.

“If my daughter was your pet, would you be able to take her with you?” The king narrowed his eyes at Sera.

“You would offer your daughter as a pet?” Sera nearly choked on the question. What kind of father would offer his own daughter for such a task?

“If it is the only way to save my son and the future ruler of these lands then…yes!” the king finished, clenching his jaw.

“I’m sorry, but I really doubt your daughter would pass as my pet. I don’t want to be responsible for her death.” Sera pushed the alluring images of the kneeling redhead out of her mind. How sweet would the girl’s mews sound while the riding crop caressed that deliciously round butt? Sera’s fingers itched at the idea. To train the conceited princess into submitting, to tame that wild temper and make the girl relinquish all that arrogance was a tempting challenge.

The princess raised her voice. “How dare you question your king’s edicts?”

“I don’t question my king’s edicts but your ability to act as a pet.” Sera began to lose her patience. With her temper, the girl would definitely earn punishments.

“What makes you think I’m not able to do something as easy as acting like a stupid pet?” The princess’s voice was sharp as she looked down her nose imperiously.

“’As easy’?” Sera snorted drily. “How many women have you pleasured with your sweet little tongue? Has your royal hide been spanked before someone takes your tight ass to fuck you until you feel as if you were split in two? Have you slept in cages? Been gagged? Been punished just for coming without permission?”

With each question, the princess’s cheeks acquired a deeper red that extended to her generous cleavage.

The king shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. “Maybe the sorceress is right. We should search for another way to rescue your brother,” he murmured, looking at a blank spot on the floor.

“We’ve already tried out all the other options.” The princess’s voice sounded a bit raw. “There’s no more time. We can’t go to war with the whole I’maggus community, and it’d be a catastrophe if we went to war with the Jorels just because we broke the promise to marry Aritz to their heiress. The Jorels are not only our neighbors, but their army is twice as large as ours.”

“Did you take into account that maybe Aritz doesn’t want to come back?” Sera couldn’t remember having heard anything about a treaty with the Jorels regarding Aritz, although a marriage with their heiress was a good reason for the prince not to come back. What kind of man would want to marry a woman who could require, by law, to have him cooked as a meal if he didn’t satisfy her in bed?

“I know my son. The only reason Aritz isn’t back yet is because the witch has some kind of hold over him. There’s no other explanation. Aritz is too responsible and aware of his role as heir not to return by whatever means,” the king said, shaking his head.

Sera pressed her lips together. Wasn’t it crystal clear that the prince didn’t want to come back? No sense in making the king angrier than he already is. She took a deep breath while the man paced uneasily around.

The king stopped abruptly to look at Sera. “I’ll give you seven days to train my daughter. At the end of the week, we’ll see if she’s able to pass as your…pet, or not.” Just saying the word seemed to cause him distress.

“One week?” Sera gaped, horrified. Was he crazy? “That’s imp—”

“We don’t have more time,” the king told Sera, directing a menacing glance at his daughter. “If you aren’t able to be convincing, Rachel, you’ll forget all about the Moon Festival!”

Sera was about to tell him that the problem wasn’t whether or not to look like a pet, that submitting went much, much further than that, but glimpsing the princess’s fury, Sera decided there were other tools at hand to convince Her Royal Highness about the inadequacy of the plan.

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In the evening, Sera looked at the princess, not sure how she should feel about having the beautiful redhead on her doorstep staring impatiently at her. A hot, burning shiver raced through Sera as she debated with herself between sending the princess away or enjoying the woman’s generous curves now that she could.

Sera should probably scare the redhead away. Now, wasn’t that an enticing idea? No way would the pampered princess be able to accept Sera’s terms and endure the training a pet required. If Sera played around a bit with the redhead, she’d kill two birds with the same stone. She’d ensure there were no retaliations from the king, the girl would be safe, and at the same time Sera would be able to get some thrill from this ridiculous task. Three birds!

“Are you going to let me in, sorceress, or are we going to begin again the stupid dispute about the Moon Festival?” the princess asked coldly. “The decision has been made. My father stated that you’re to train me. Are you going to rebel against your king’s dictates?” The princess glared at Sera with her chin raised high.

A slow, crooked smile rose to Sera’s lips. “Who am I to disobey my king’s orders?” She didn’t conceal the mocking in her tone. “You can tell your guards to take the trunk and your clothes with them. You won’t need anything.”

The princess frowned. “In the trunk are all my clothes and personal items. Why—”

“Oh, maybe I didn’t understand your father’s orders well. I thought I had to train you as my pet. Am I wrong?” Sera asked softly.

“Well, yes. I mean no, but—” The young woman bit her lip, clearly bewildered.

“Then you won’t require your clothes or personal items. You’re going to enter my humble home naked, leaving all your possessions, titles, and rights outsides. Of course, if you’re not prepared to do so, I’ll understand, and you’re free to go back to your castle.” Sera smiled sweetly.

The princess swallowed as a dark red patch tinted her ivory cheeks. “You want me to undress myself? Here? On the street? Before all my guards?”

“I see you caught the idea, yes.” Sera was fascinated by all the changes in the young woman’s expression. The way the princess’s pupils dilated, how her lips opened and closed before she bit her lower lip, how she swallowed. Had nobody ever given the spoiled princess an order or pushed her against her limits?

The princess raised her voice. “How dare you even to suggest—”

“Exactly what did you think training you as a pet involved?” Sera crossed her arms. “I think I made it quite clear that pet and sexual slave were synonyms in my world, didn’t I? That princess or not, you’d be expected to submit to your mistress’s every whim, right?” Sera raised an eyebrow mockingly. “You’re free to decide what you want to do. You can go back to your spoiled life. Nothing will happen. Nobody is going to judge the king’s daughter, but if you decide that you want to continue with this stupid quest, then I expect you to enter, bare, into my home and to forget you’re anything else other than my sexual toy.” Without another word, Sera turned and went inside her home, leaving the door ajar.

She went straight to the fireplace to prepare dinner. There was no sense in waiting while the princess made a decision. There was something especially difficult in undressing in front of other people for the first time and even more difficult in leaving behind all her personal belongings. Being a pampered princess, to be suddenly exposed to such a humiliating and vulnerable situation, had to be imposing. Also, even loving her home as she did, Sera knew that from the outside the tower seemed gloomy and sinister to humans. Sera smiled. If those humans just knew how easily they were manipulated by appearances!

Chapter Two

Sera’s back went ramrod straight when the heavy main door closed with a loud thud. She turned with the wooden spoon in her hand, only to find the princess glaring furiously at her from the other side of the spacious circular room. With the princess’s royal chin high and her curvy body taut and wonderfully on display, only the girl’s fingers—moving nervously beside her thick white thighs—revealed the redhead’s uneasiness. Sera’s inner core clenched involuntarily, leaving a trace of an almost heavenly pleasure.

She stared purposefully at the princess, letting her gaze travel over the girl’s full, heavy breasts, the slightly rounded stomach, and the enticing, tiny fire-red patch below. When the redhead pressed her thighs together and averted her eyes, Sera suppressed a satisfied smile.

“Close your eyelids, put your hands behind your neck, and spread your legs.”

The princess’s sapphire-blue eyes filled with apprehension.

Sera took her time to get closer. A corner of her lips quirked up as she noticed how the girl held her breath trying to hear Sera’s steps crossing the room toward her. Sera stopped in front of the girl. Her hands itched to explore and conquer, but she made herself take a slow stroll around the naked redhead, letting only her gaze roam freely over the elegant feminine curves and allowing her fingers just a slight caress here and there.

The mirror at the other side of the room confirmed that the princess didn’t open her eyes—neither when Sera’s long fingernails traced the girl’s spine, making the princess shiver, nor when Sera cupped the girl’s generous ass. Sera undid the girl’s plaited hair until the silky curtain fell to her waist. Everything about the redhead was voluptuous and feminine. Sera traced the enticing curve of the princess’s neck with her nose and closed her eyelids at the sweet scent filling her nostrils.

“Give me a word you’d never use while having sex.” Sera stopped in front of the girl, letting her fingers glide softly over the princess’s displayed breasts.

The ivory skin of her full globes was perfect. Sera cupped, weighed, lifted, caressed, and kneaded each breast. The light pink nipples stayed proud beneath Sera’s touch, refusing to submit under the slight pressure. Sera circled the stiff tips teasingly with her fingernails before she squeezed gently with her fingertips.

“Well?” Sera asked when the princess’s only answer was to bite harder on her already swollen lips.

“I-I don’t know,” the princess stuttered while Sera pinched and rolled the small sensitive pearls.

Taking both nipples, Sera pulled at them to lift the princess’s heavy breasts until the redhead stood on her tiptoes with a grimace. Sera let them fall and slapped each globe. The sound broke the silence in the room and was instantly echoed by a loud gasp. The princess’s eyes snapped open.

“When I ask something, I want an immediate and fast answer. Close your eyes!” Sera smiled, satisfied, when the princess obeyed immediately. “The answer!”

“Kingdom?”

Kingdom? Really? Sera repressed a chuckle. “This will be your safe word. As soon as you say kingdom, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and you can go back to your castle and your harm-free, guarded life. Be sure before you use your safe word, because there’s no going back. Once you say the word, we’ve finished and you go home. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“No other word or plea will stop me, not even your tears and cries. Repeat it!” Sera crossed her arms and waited.

“Nothing I say or do will stop you from doing with me whatever you want. Only if I say kingdom, you’ll stop whatever you’re doing to send me home.” The princess’s voice quivered, but her chin was raised high.

Taking a step, Sera closed what little distance was still separating them. She tilted her head toward the inviting pink nipples and pressed small kisses around the puckered areolae, sucking softly here and there. Pressing both breasts together, Sera filled her mouth with them. She sucked, lapped, and bit alternatively, sometimes hard, other times playfully.

Sera straightened. The princess let out a low whimper of protest, opening her eyelids. Her sapphire-blue eyes stayed on Sera’s, slightly glazed and full of need. Sera almost got lost in the deep innocence of those eyes. The redhead’s tempting lips opened and closed as if the princess wanted to say something but didn’t dare. A rosy blush covered the cheeks, making the girl appear deliciously mortified.

“Your eyelids…close them!” The order came out huskier than Sera wanted.

She watched how the princess obeyed, and sighed. Sera would have loved to observe how the blue of the princess’s irises disappeared as the girl’s peak approached, but Sera knew that the princess would reach her orgasm easier with closed eyes, being only aware of her senses and nothing else.

Sera let her palm slide downward, over the girl’s tense skin and feminine curves. She could already anticipate how moist and slippery the girl’s porcelain-white thighs would be. The princess’s breasts were already covered in pink and red hues revealing her arousal, and the air was pregnant with a sweet honey scent and sex. The princess’s breath came out in short puffs, and now and then a tiny whimper escaped those deliciously swollen lips—lips Sera wanted to kiss and possess. Instead, Sera slipped her hand lower and lower over the girl’s soft belly until she reached the silky little patch of trimmed hair.

Sera avoided sliding her fingers inside the princess’s wet slit. Barely cupping the princess’s pussy, Sera pushed slightly against the tender flesh. The girl had stopped breathing and seemed to tremble in expectation. Sera pressed the outer folds together, trapping the sensitive gem hidden in the inside. A caterwauling gasp resounded as the princess’s royal knees buckled visibly.

“You know I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come, don’t you?” Sera asked hoarsely.

“Yes.” The princess’s whisper came out breathy, almost inaudible.

“You may call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The princess squirmed as Sera rubbed one nether lip against the other, massaging her hidden pearl gently.

“Now is the moment to say your safe word if you don’t want to go any further.” Sera put her best effort into teasing the princess’s small pleasure point without touching the hard nub directly.

The princess kept her lips pressed tightly together.

“If you don’t, then maybe you should begin to beg.” Goddess, the conceited brat is so beautifully aroused and her breasts seem even bigger now. Sera almost moaned aloud.

The princess’s big blue eyes snapped open. “Why?”

Sera’s index finger slid inside the slick folds, strolling leisurely between them, exploring without haste. “Because until now, you’ve done nothing to win the right to come. And I suppose you want to come.” Sera’s finger grazed the hard pearl. “Right?”

“Yes,” the princess gasped.

“Beg!” Sera used three fingers to shake the proud nub in fast, short movements.

“Please…Mistress. Oh! Please…let me…come!” The princess’s words burst out, tortured and needy, as the girl threw her head back, her knees buckled, and her hips pushed spasmodically forward.

“What do you want me to do to make you come?” Sera couldn’t stop her fascination.

Never had Sera seen a woman surrendering so wonderfully to pleasure. The princess wasn’t ugly by any means, but right now her beauty was stunning.

“Caress me. Caress me with your fingers.”

“You can do better than that, can’t you, princess?” Sera asked, tapping with her fingertips against the sensitive gem.

Sera wanted more than just an insecure little girl. She craved a woman who knew her own urges and was able to beg for what she wanted.

“Fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers while you keep touching me there. Please!”

That sounds a hell of a lot better. Sera buried two fingers inside the girl’s silky, hot core while she kept playing with the swollen nub, using her thumb. A jolt of pleasure tightened Sera’s body when her fingers got trapped and sucked inside the princess’s wet channel.

The princess clenched her muscles, trying to hold Sera’s fingers inside. Never had Sera expected that having her hand covered in scalding, thick cream could be so arousing. Sera moved faster, pushed deeper. The redhead’s welcoming body helped; the girl thrust her full hips forward, seeking Sera’s hand while helpless wails echoed in the room.

Feeling the sweat pooling between her breasts and the wetness dripping down her inner thighs, Sera ached to rub against something. An intense craving gripped her, threatening to send her over the edge. She wanted the princess to come. Now! By the way the redhead shivered, contracted, and moved desperately, she was prepared to orgasm, and Sera wanted to witness how the redhead surrendered to pleasure.

Sera should probably stop and show the girl her place as a pet, make the princess beg and work for her bliss, but Sera’s urge to see the other woman coming was overwhelming. She craved to watch how the princess’s flushed body writhed in ecstasy, to observe how her pupils dilated until only a fine silver-blue line was left in those stunning eyes, and she wanted to hear the feminine screams of bliss.

Sera put a hand at the princess’s back to steady her and increased the rhythm with her other hand. The princess arched her back, and her curvy hips rose as much as was possible. Obviously searching for more sensations, for more pleasure, the girl gave herself over to Sera. It was a wonder that the princess kept her arms over her head. Sera could sense clearly that the girl wasn’t aware of her behavior anymore.

“Now…show me how beautiful you are when you come,” Sera murmured, holding the girl tighter.

The princess exploded with a long, tortured howl that reverberated in Sera’s body, making her want to come straight after her. Sera never stopped, but she slowed down the thrusts to let the princess ride out the last waves of her release.

A while passed before the redhead began to blink and those amazing blue eyes filled with awareness. Dark crimson patches appeared on her already flushed cheeks. Satisfied, Sera removed her honey-covered hand.

“Open.” Sera traced the princess’s swollen lips with one of her slick fingers, leaving a shiny trail behind. “Lick them clean.”

Sera’s fingers disappeared between the girl’s soft lips before she sucked at each one of them separately. Sera fought the urge to close her eyes. A deliciously sweet tingle came from her fingertips as the redhead licked like a starved kitten would do with a bowlful of fresh cream. By the Goddess, she looks so innocent, but hell if she doesn’t know how to use that cute tongue! Sera forced herself to give the princess enough time to finish the task and to let the girl coat her tongue and lips with the sensual flavor.

Only when Sera was sure she would be able to taste the princess’s sex on those inviting lips did she take the girl’s mouth. Sera swallowed the princess’s whimpers and steadied the girl’s trembling body against hers. Sera’s patience finally fled. She couldn’t wait anymore. Sorceress or not, her needs were human!

“Go down on your knees.” Sera’s fingernails bit into her palms.

The redhead obeyed and looked up with big, innocent eyes.

“Spread your thighs as wide as possible and put your hands at your back.” Sera yanked at her long skirt, exposing her smooth sex to the princess. Opening her pussy with one hand, Sera managed to hold the skirt with the other one. “First, lap up all the cream. I want you to go over each and every single fold and crease. Once there’s no cream left, I want your mouth latched around my nub, and I want you to suck and spank it with your tongue. Understood?”

The princess nodded, looking seemingly entranced at Sera’s glistening folds.

“Do it!” The order came out sharper than Sera pretended, but her patience was over. Sera needed the princess’s mouth on her womanhood. Now!

The princess moved her face close to Sera. A shiver went across Sera’s spine when the princess’s hot breath caressed her wet flesh. Just the idea of what was about to happen almost made Sera go crazy. When was the last time she had been so excited? Sera couldn’t remember if there had ever been a moment when her hands had shaken from sheer need. Pushing her hips against the princess, Sera sought the warmth coming from the redhead’s mouth.

The princess lapped with shy, tiny strokes, sliding softly, almost imperceptibly against Sera’s flesh. A loud groan escaped Sera, caused by the sheer mix of torture and delight. Sera forced herself to let the princess explore on her own. By the curious look in her blue eyes, Sera supposed that this was the first time the redhead had tasted a woman so intimately.

By the Goddess! If she keeps moaning against my cunt, I won’t be able to keep still much longer. Sera tried to ignore the low sounds the princess made against her pussy and how those vibrations traveled through Sera’s body, causing her inner muscles to clench. And we’re only beginning!

Obviously the princess didn’t dislike the task. The more the princess licked, the more voracious and adventurous she seemed to get. Soon the princess’s tongue explored deeper, searching her way into Sera’s most hidden corners and collecting every drop of honey on her way, as if Sera’s pussy was a spring in the middle of a desert.

While the princess’s tongue stretched to find new territories, her nose pumped once and once again against Sera’s hardening nub. Sera moved her hips in unison with the princess. She impaled herself on the girl’s adventurous tongue as much as was possible, seeking to increase the contact, the rhythm, the pressure, and whatever else enabled her wild ride to ecstasy.

Time passed too slowly. Sera reached for the girl’s red curls to take control. Pressing the princess’s head closer, Sera rubbed her aching pussy over the princess’s tongue with frantic movements until Sera’s low, husky roar filled the room and her body exploded in white light.

Sera had to use all her willpower to separate herself from the princess’s swollen lips. The girl’s royal chin glistened with her juices, and her baby-blue eyes looked with such amazement on Sera that her knees buckled.

“That’s the way you’re going to wake me up from now on each morning. The first thing I want to feel each dawn, before I open my eyelids, is your mouth between my thighs until I reach my peak on your tongue. If you fail to wake me with an orgasm, you’ll get not only a spanking, but you’ll be deprived of your own bliss for the rest of the day,” Sera warned.

The princess nodded, biting her shiny lips.

“Now clean yourself and take your place beside the table. Kneel on the floor with your thighs wide open so that the air can caress your pussy, and keep your arms at your back.” Sera didn’t take the time to see if the princess followed her orders as she went to the fireplace to finish dinner. She needed to regain control over herself before Her Royal Highness noticed her shaky hands.

Chapter Three

Rachel stared through the iron bars of her cage at the bed, where the first soft beams of light were about to reach the sorceress’s quiet figure. In her sleep, the sorceress seemed different, less cold and imposing, almost human. Rachel had never known another woman as strong, determined, and self-assured as the sorceress. Not everybody was able to hold their own with the king—or with me. The memory of her father’s face each time someone told him the sorceress had arrived to meet him made Rachel chuckle.

Yes, the sorceress had a reputation all her own. People got out of the sorceress’s way. Even those who admired the sorceress preferred to do so from a distance, and there were lots of people who admired not only the woman’s strength and power but her beauty. The sorceress’s high cheekbones, those feline eyes with the hypnotic storm-gray irises, and the honey-colored skin gifted her with a mysterious aura and a strange, otherworldly beauty.

Rachel turned around to alleviate her sore hips and back. Despite the blankets the sorceress had provided Rachel with, the floor was too hard for a woman used to a cushy feather mattress. How had those lazy palace guards managed to sleep outside her door? They didn’t even have a blanket or a pillow! Rachel was sure they slept, because when she felt too anxious with the strict castle rules, she used to sneak out at night. Sneaking out had always been quite easy. Rachel only had to wait until the guards began to snore—and how they snored!—and she was free to leap carefully over their legs and go for her freedom.

Rachel drew her eyebrows together. When was the last time she had escaped from the castle? An eternity seemed to have passed. Her last breakout had been probably before Aritz’s disappearance. Maybe that was why she had felt so much pressure lately. There was a weight that seemed to press her down, making it difficult for her to smile or laugh even when she wanted to do so. Those escapes had always helped her to find herself, to feel more real. They had been her opportunity to mix with people who didn’t suspect she had royal blood running through her veins, who didn’t judge Rachel by her role as the king’s daughter, but as the person she really was.

Her brother Aritz had also used to sneak out, though Aritz had always preferred more heroic ways to reach his freedom, like going through his window and climbing down the outer walls. Men! Rachel’s eyes burned. That was how Aritz had disappeared and ended up under the witch’s spell. Rachel missed him, his laughter, his hugs, and the way he had always protected and spoiled her. There was nothing she wouldn’t do to recover him. Rachel glared over at the sorceress. Nothing!

With the night about to end, Rachel became aware, again, of her nakedness. The sorceress had denied her any kind of covering since Rachel had crossed the doorstep. Not that Rachel could complain about the cold or that she required clothes for anything other than for pure modesty.

Rachel bit her lip. She couldn’t deny a certain arousal in her current vulnerability, in the fact that another being was the owner of her body’s cravings and pleasure. Whatever humiliation the sorceress forced upon her, Rachel knew that the woman wouldn’t do her any harm. Although training wouldn’t be a piece of cake either.

Last night’s memories made Rachel grind her teeth. Eating the stew from a bowl on the floor like a dog had turned the vegetables and beef into tasteless lumps. Rachel had tried to avoid the indignity, claiming she had already eaten before she left the castle, but the sorceress had given Rachel one spank for each word and ordered her to lick the bowl clean.

If someone had told Rachel that things could get worse, she would have laughed. Well, she had been wrong. The sorceress had made Rachel crawl on all fours to a large mirror. Tears had rolled down Rachel’s cheeks as she saw her pathetic reflection in the shiny surface. The naked woman with the disheveled hair and the thick brown gravy smeared all over her face had seemed little more than an animal.

“Tell me, my cute little princess, what is the difference between you and a dirty bitch?” The sorceress had pulled at Rachel’s hair, making her raise her head. “Look at you! You can’t find any? Maybe it’s time to use your safe word now, little princess. This is just the beginning.”

Rachel hadn’t used her safe word. Neither had her breakdown stopped the sorceress from doing with Rachel whatever she wished until Rachel had ended with wiggling her ass and pleading for the sorceress’s help to come.

Nevertheless, the sorceress’s aid came with a price. Rachel had climaxed, seeing how the pitiful woman in the mirror screamed out her ecstasy. Nothing of the proud, elegantly dressed princess from that morning was left in that woman in the mirror. Nobody who knew Rachel would have recognized the gracious princess in the wanton wench.

If Rachel hadn’t been aware that the sorceress was using humiliation on purpose to press her to quit, she would have probably fled—naked and all—to find a dark hole and hide for the rest of her life. Only the knowledge of the sorceress’s torturous plans gave Rachel the strength to endure the shame of being confronted with her lascivious, uncontrolled self.

How had the sorceress been able to turn all that embarrassment into bliss? Those had been the strongest orgasms of Rachel’s life! The way the sorceress had played with Rachel’s body, making her plead and beg to reach each and every release had Rachel still humming in pleasure and lust. Never had she been as aware of her own senses as she had since she entered the sorceress’s home, and that was something that aroused more than Rachel’s curiosity.

The cage’s door suddenly unlocked with a loud click. Rachel flinched with a shrill gasp. Magic! She pressed a hand to her throat and tried to calm down. She should have known that the sorceress would use magic to open the door. How else could Rachel have complied with the sorceress’s order?

A shiver ran through Rachel. The moment she’d been expecting, and at the same time had been afraid of for the whole night, had arrived. She crawled out of the cage and went to the bed.

The sorceress was still asleep. The woman’s firm, small breasts moved up and down in a slow rhythm set by her deep, even breathing. Dark, stiff nipples stood out under the white nightgown, and the unfastened buttons offered a generous glimpse of the sorceress’s cleavage and the enticing curves of those inviting globes. Anticipation stirred within Rachel. How would it feel to trace the outline of those breasts? Would they really be as firm as they seemed? Rachel’s fingers itched to explore, but she repressed the urge. What would happen if the sorceress woke up and found Rachel fondling her without permission? The instructions had been clear. The sorceress wanted to wake up coming on Rachel’s tongue.

Rachel’s gaze traveled over the elegant curves of the slim, feminine body. A slow, forbidden feeling grew in Rachel. With shaky fingers, Rachel gripped the nightgown and pulled carefully, slowly uncovering the sorceress’s long legs. Rachel faltered as the edge of the nightgown reached the apex of the sorceress’s toned thighs. Holding her breath, Rachel kept pulling with both hands until the nightgown was heaped up over the woman’s flat stomach.

Sliding her hands between the sorceress’s relaxed legs, Rachel spread them enough to place a knee between them. Rachel stared, fascinated, at where the first light of dawn was finally reaching the sorceress through the window. The soft beams seemed to be showing Rachel the way to the woman’s smooth, satiny-looking pussy. Rachel clenched her hands so tight her fingernails pressed into her sweaty palms. No touching to verify if the skin there is as smooth as it seems. I’m supposed to wake her up with my tongue, not my fingers! Rachel chided herself, ashamed by her forbidden desires.

Ignoring the growing dampness between her thighs, Rachel tried to convince herself that the reason she bent and nuzzled the other woman’s sex was to comply with the woman’s order. Rachel had never had the opportunity to be so close to another woman, to study her, to smell her, much less to taste her. Yesterday had been the first time, but she’d been too nervous to really take everything in. With the sorceress’s gaze on her, Rachel had been more aware of herself than what she had been doing to serve the woman.

Rachel traced the sorceress’s pussy with her nose, sliding up one side and down the other. Yes, she’s really as smooth as she seems. What did the sorceress do to keep her skin so soft and hairless? Taking a deep breath, Rachel inhaled the delicate feminine scent. The sorceress smelled like jasmine soap with a slight spicy-and-sweet mix in the background. Shutting her eyelids, Rachel lapped her way through the narrow cleft, trying to reach the sorceress’s essence. The cream tasted almost as sweet and spicy as it smelled. The sorceress groaned, still asleep, and spread her legs wider, obviously wanting more of what Rachel was offering. Rachel swallowed a groan when the woman’s shin brushed against her pussy.

Looking down at the now easily accessible folds, Rachel used her thumbs to completely reveal the inner dark-pink petals. Rachel had always enjoyed the sensation of a satiny, thick cock in her mouth. Making a man groan and plead while she sucked his shaft made her feel powerful, feminine. How different would she feel playing with a woman? With the sorceress?

Holding the sorceress’s pussy wide open, Rachel stretched her tongue to discover whatever mystery those folds contained. Stopping from time to time to check out the wet trail she was leaving behind, Rachel licked and explored until the sorceress’s sex shone under the growing light. She felt empowered by the way the tiny nub hidden between those folds grew under her tongue’s spankings, by how the powerful sorceress moaned and gasped louder and louder, and by how she almost leaped from the mattress with an intense hiss when Rachel finally enclosed the stiff pearl between her lips and sucked. Rachel lowered her body to keep the sorceress’s leg still, immobilizing it with her weight.

As if the hiss had been a warning, things went out of control. The sorceress’s fingers found their way into Rachel’s hair. Rachel’s mouth was squashed against the sorceress’s hot pussy as the woman lifted her hips and took the reins. The sorceress’s shin pressed against Rachel’s clit, making Rachel squeeze her eyes shut in sheer pleasure. An overpowering arousal raced through Rachel’s body, tensing her muscles and making Rachel forget…everything. Everything except the urge to come!

Rachel groaned over the sorceress’s pussy as she rubbed herself against the silky shin. The sorceress’s long yelp reached Rachel’s ears at the same time as the woman arched her back. Rachel’s movements turned frantic; her whimpers sounded dull while she kept sucking at the sorceress’s hard nub, and the intense pleasure exploded in her womb and expanded through the rest of her body.

Even when the sorceress tugged at Rachel’s hair, making her scalp prickle, Rachel kept sucking at the sorceress’s clit like a starved cub while her orgasm went on.

“Stop! By the Goddess, stop!” The sorceress fell back onto the mattress. “Are you sure you’ve never been with another woman before?”

Chapter Four

Hours later, Rachel tried to swallow her shame. A big, traitorous tear trickled down her cheek. Rachel tried to keep still and raise her chin high, but her trembling body didn’t obey her orders.

Three pairs of eyes stared at Rachel, the three strange women not in the least embarrassed to study her most intimate parts on display while she kneeled defenseless before them. They sat like goddesses on the throne-like wooden chairs and studied Rachel as if she were some kind of odd creature. As much as Rachel wished to hide, there was nothing she could do to escape their close inspection.

A wooden stick held Rachel’s thighs apart, her arms were bound together at her back, and a collar encircled her throat and was joined through a rope to Rachel’s wrists and ankles. Though Rachel’s posture was humiliating, that wasn’t really the worst part. It was her hair. The sorceress had cut Rachel’s beautiful long hair! The hair her father had been so proud of.

Rachel had still been a child when her father started to brag about how nobody else in the kingdom had hair as long, as red, and as shiny as his daughter. Now Rachel’s splendid hair was gone. How would people at the court look at her once she went back? Only thieves and adulterous women caught in the act had short hair. And Rachel couldn’t even explain why the sorceress had had the audacity to cause such an offense to her. How humiliating would it be to tell people that she, the princess, had been training as a sex slave? That she had been punished for coming without permission while she rubbed herself like a crazy bitch in heat against the sorceress’s shin? That she had drenched the sorceress leg with hot, liquid cum while sucking the woman’s pussy dry? Remembering her shameful behavior made a hot flush spread on Rachel’s face, and a new tear rolled down her cheek. Oh, Goddess! How could I do something so vulgar? I behaved like a bitch in heat.

“And you really think you’ll be able to teach this cute redhead to be a well-trained pet before the festival, Sera?” asked the blonde witch who arched an eyebrow as she strolled to Rachel’s side.

The witch’s beauty was stunning but at the same time so cold that just looking at the woman made Rachel shiver. However, the woman’s glacial attitude wasn’t the only trait able to make her shake. Goose bumps appeared on Rachel’s breasts as the witch traced a capricious pattern over them with a magic wand. Rachel squirmed inwardly when her traitorous nipples hardened

Taking a peek at the fireplace, Rachel confirmed, relieved, that the sorceress seemed centered on stirring the sweet, exotic-smelling brew. Not so the other women, Rachel realized, when her gaze crossed with the yellowish reptilian eyes of the black-skinned serpent-shifter. Leaning comfortably against the arm of the carved wooden chair, the serpent-shifter seemed to enjoy Rachel’s situation. Rachel swallowed when a lopsided grin appeared on the woman’s face, revealing sharp fangs.

“Ouch!” Rachel gasped, startled as the blonde witch smacked her butt. She stretched, trying to reach the large, stinging imprint the witch’s magic wand had left on her buttock. How does she dare to spank me? I’m the king’s daug— Oh Goddess! They didn’t know she was a princess. These women considered her a pet, a sexual toy to use at their whim! Rachel repressed the urge to warn the witch not to touch her again. Telling them who she really was would be letting down her father, and she’d lose the opportunity to save Aritz. Only the sorceress could tell them to leave her alone. Rachel stared at the sorceress, trying to get the woman’s attention. The sorceress should be telling them to keep their hands to themselves.

“Keep your eyes on the ground.” With a hand on her slim waist, the witch waited for Rachel to obey. “Really, Sera, it isn’t that I doubt your ability to train a pet, but this one doesn’t know even the basics. You’ll need a miracle to get her ready for the festival.”

Rachel bit her lip. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or shout. Why is it so difficult for everyone to believe that I’m able to learn how to be a pet? I’m here, aren’t I? Do they think I came here to drink tea? That I like to kneel naked on the floor, showing them my pussy? My knees and my back hurt, and not once have I complained about it. You should be here in my place, you blonde witch-bitch!

Under her lashes, Rachel saw how the sorceress shrugged with an inexpressive face.

“Let’s see what happens,” the sorceress said.

“I don’t know.” The brunette—a druid they called Galena, who seemed to be a few years older than the rest of the women—shook her head. “She’s too inexperienced and vulnerable. People will love to play with her, but it’s easy to foretell that she isn’t prepared for those games. Even the best-trained pets sometimes have difficulties taking part at the Moon Festival, and you know it, Sera. Why do you insist on taking the girl with you?”

Damn! As if the sorceress wasn’t already against the idea of taking Rachel to the Moon Festival. Now, on top of that, these women wouldn’t stop talking bullshit. Holding her breath, Rachel observed how the sorceress pressed her lips together in a fine line. Would the sorceress tell these women about the king’s orders and the real reason Rachel had to go as a pet to the festival? The sorceress—Sera was her name?—wouldn’t betray the king in such a way, would she?

“She’s the one who wants to come to the festival. I’ve warned her how dangerous it is.” The sorceress threw a cinnamon stick and a few salvia leaves into the cauldron, adding a sensual, comforting richness to the exotic scent already floating in the room.

“Why would a pet do such a stupid thing?” The black-skinned serpent-shifter frowned.

Sera shrugged and poured the steaming brew into four goblets. “She insisted that she wanted to demonstrate her love and loyalty.”

The witch and the shifter cackled, but not the druid, who crossed her arms.

“You’re her owner, Sera. You decide. However, if I were you, I’d wait for the next event, once your new pet is well trained and able to resist whatever play people are going to dish out. I’ve never seen you do such an irresponsible thing before, but of course it’s up to you.” The druid directed a chastening stare at her friend.

Rachel bit her inner cheek. Mind your own business, druid! You don’t know what I’m capable of.

“I think I already told you to keep your eyes on the ground.” The witch’s voice sounded as sharp as the wand on Rachel’s ass.

“Ouch!” That hurt! Rachel glanced at the blonde witch. One spank more and she would tell the bitch to stick the magic wand where the sun never shone. Enough was enough. That witch had no right to spank her! They considered her a dog? Well, even dogs barked and bit to defend themselves from strangers.

“Oh, look. Our cute little pet has a temper.” The serpent-shifter’s pursed lips seemed as dangerously deceptive as her sickly sweet tone.

Our? Rachel took a deep breath. No, she was not theirs. Maybe Rachel could be considered Sera’s pet for the time being, but theirs? Definitively not. It was one thing to accept being treated like a domestic animal and another thing entirely to let them believe they owned her. Rachel took air and opened her mouth.

What the f—A rattling sound accompanied a silky caress climbing up Rachel’s inner thigh. Rachel looked down. Her heart stopped beating, and her lungs froze. She tried to move away from the shiny black rattlesnake tail winding itself around her leg. Her struggles were in vain. The serpent tail kept twining up with a low buzzing sound.

“We told you to keep your eyes down, didn’t we?” The serpent-shifter’s lips curved into an oversweet smile.

Moments before, only the woman’s yellow eyes and sharp fangs had given away her nature as a shifter. Now, the woman’s legs had turned into an impressive snake tail with a rattle at its end. Rachel tried to speak. No sound came out. Desperate, Rachel looked to Sera.

The sorceress approached, bringing a tray with steaming goblets. Nothing in the sorceress’s face revealed disgust or ire about the liberties the shifter was taking with Rachel. Sera offered the goblets to the guests with a polite smile before she left the tray on the table. Taking the last goblet, the sorceress sat in the empty chair and raised an eyebrow as her gaze met Rachel’s.

“Do you want to use your safe word, pet?” Sera sipped calmly from her goblet.

Yes!

“No!” Rachel’s throat felt like sandpaper.

“Well, then let’s see how beautifully you’ll come for us.”

Rachel’s mind didn’t have time to register the sorceress’s words. The rattle reached Rachel’s open folds at the apex of her thighs.

“Ahhh!” An unexpected, incredible pleasure pierced Rachel.

The world around Rachel disappeared as her back arched. The fast vibration on her pussy extended through her body like thunder. Rachel’s muscles stiffened, and her hips jerked back and forth by their own volition. The blood raced through Rachel’s veins, pulsing vigorously between her legs.

“Come for us! Now!” Sera’s sharp voice awakened some of Rachel’s numb awareness.

Four pair of eyes stayed relentlessly on Rachel. Perspiration moistened Rachel’s skin. Her heavy breasts bounced with each jolt. She wanted to orgasm, was starved for the release; however, what little was left of her pride fought against the increasing need. She was a princess. A princess didn’t surrender to lust in public.

“Your mistress ordered you to come!” The witch’s magic wand resounded in the room as it struck three times against Rachel’s buttocks, leaving burning trails behind.

The pain mixed with the bliss in an escalating whirlwind and threw Rachel straight into a void of glimmering lights, making her come in hot, liquid spurts.

Rachel’s trembling body threatened to collapse as she forced herself to breathe. What just happened? Oh Goddess, how could I come before them?

“I’ll admit that I envy you, Sera,” the serpent-shifter said languidly. “I love the way your pet fights against surrender and responds to pain.”

Swallowing, Rachel kept her gaze on the floor. Her governess’s lessons echoed in Rachel’s memories. “A princess never shows her emotions in public. Emotions are a weakness. Control! Control is everything for a princess.”

“You’ve said it all, Alanna. The girl has not only refused to obey Sera, but she has tried to rebel against her own needs. She is definitively not prepared for the Moon Festival,” stated the druid.

“Well, that’s the reason you’re here, my dear ladies, aren’t you?” Sera’s voice sounded calm.

A gasp escaped Rachel. She raised her head to stare wide-eyed at Sera. The sorceress was joking, right? Sera couldn’t seriously be talking about these women taking part in her training as a pet! Sera’s arched eyebrow and mocking smile made Rachel swallow. Oh, Goddess!

Chapter Five

An owl hooted outside as Rachel heard Sera finally saying good-bye to the last of the women. The door closed, and the silence extended through the room. Rachel didn’t make the effort to open her eyelids to see what Sera was going to do now. Nothing mattered anymore, not even that she was still wrapped up in ropes and hanging from the ceiling like a chrysalis. Exhausted, Rachel only longed for sleep.

Sera hadn’t been kidding. Those three women had been here to help the sorceress train Rachel. Throughout the day Rachel had learned Sera’s friends’ names by yelling them until her throat was as raw as sandpaper, and even then Rachel had kept murmuring them hoarsely over and over again.

Irina, the witch who’d asked Rachel to address her as Mistress, had shown Rachel all the effects a rope had on a feminine body. Rachel had been bound, gagged, and hung, defenseless, from the ceiling. She had been a rag doll in their hands, exposed to whatever they wanted to do with her, to her. Sometimes they had left her dangling at the verge of an orgasm, ignoring or mocking her, or made her plead for the right to come. Could you come with a silk rope between your nether lips and buttocks, while you swung alone back and forth? The answer was yes. Rachel knew that now, and how she knew!

The dark-skinned Alanna, with those weird yellow reptilian eyes, was the one to decide the punishment each time Rachel couldn’t withhold her orgasm, when Rachel didn’t immediately obey the orders, when Rachel’s pose was not the correct one, when Rachel spoke or moaned or cried without permission, and for whatever other pet rule Rachel broke during the day.

The serpent-shifter knew exactly how to make Rachel implore her for compassion, walking on the fine line between pain and pleasure, and not once had the woman needed more than the implacable rattle tail, the teasing fingernails, or the extremely fine fangs.

Never had Rachel considered before how much delight the exact amount of pain could cause. Her nipples were sore. Her ass… Well, she probably wouldn’t be able to sit anytime soon. To be honest she didn’t believe she would be able to do anything, as she almost couldn’t feel her body anymore. However, knowing what she knew now, she wouldn’t change this experience.

In spite of hanging from the ceiling, with her muscles sore, without strength, and as exhausted as she had ever been in her life, Rachel felt an absolute calmness. Nothing else mattered to her at the moment, not what people thought about her, not her responsibilities as the king’s daughter, not her future; only the inner peace filling her as she swung slightly in the air.

The blonde witch had also been the one who had taught Rachel the whole posturing shit. Those women were real maniacs about postures. Not even as a princess had Rachel needed to pay as much attention to what, when, and how to do things! Rachel had to learn how to crawl on all fours beside her Mistress, to kneel in the right way, to eat with grace on the floor, how to offer her ass for a punishment or for pleasure… The list was as long as a bedsheet.

The eldest one—the druid who’d been telling Sera how bad she considered the idea to take Rachel as a pet to the Moon Festival—was an expert with herbs and concoctions. Rachel shuddered as she remembered the woman’s ointments and magic, and how the druid had used them. For what had seemed hours, Rachel had been burning in fire, in ice, in raw need, and in an ecstasy so intense that it was almost impossible to bear. Rachel’s whole being had been vibrating in ecstasy until not one logical thought was left inside her mind, only sensations, bliss, and lust.

Sera had been the one Rachel had liked the most. Even in the wildest moments—when Rachel had thought she wouldn’t be able to survive those intense feelings—Sera’s voice was there, soothing and reassuring, letting Rachel know she was safe.

Cool hands brushed against Rachel’s skin while disentangling the ropes from her limbs. The cold felt good. Rachel opened her eyes to stare straight into Sera’s beautiful gray ones.

The sorceress’s voice was gentle. “You did well today, princess.”

“You expected me to run home with my tail between my legs,” Rachel accused Sera, suspecting the sorceress’s plan since she had seen the woman’s mocking glare in the morning.

“And what a beautiful tail it would have been.” The sorceress chuckled, freeing Rachel’s right leg.

“I knew you tried to scare me off on purpose!”

“I’ve never hidden that I don’t want you to finish your training, have I?” the sorceress asked.

Rachel’s knees buckled as soon as her left foot touched the floor and her weight wasn’t held by the ropes anymore. Sera’s arms were immediately there to support Rachel.

“I told you I could do it,” Rachel murmured, letting herself fall against Sera.

“Yes, today you were able to go through the training.”

The sorceress helped Rachel to a bathtub she had already prepared before the fireplace. Rachel climbed in on unstable legs. A sigh escaped her as she lowered herself into the warm, soothing water. Rachel’s head fell back, and she closed her eyes, inhaling the rich fragrance of lavender and rosemary.

“Here.” Sera put a cup in Rachel’s hands. “It will mitigate your hoarseness.”

“You still don’t believe I’m able to act as your pet.” Rachel took a sip of the sweet tea.

“I’ll admit that you’ve surprised me today, but we’ve just begun with your training. A week can be a long time.”

“Why are you against it? What does it matter to you what happens to me if they catch me at the Moon Festival?” Rachel was tired, but she wanted to understand the sorceress.

“Because whatever happens to you would be my responsibility?” Sera asked instead of affirming.

“It isn’t just that, is it?” Rachel stared straight at Sera. “You don’t want me as your pet. What I can’t understand is why. My father has promised you a very generous reward for the training and even more if I come out unscathed from this adventure.”

Sera stopped midway in the process of emptying another cauldron of hot water in the bathtub.

“Who said I didn’t want you as a pet?” the sorceress asked, finishing her task without looking at Rachel.

“Tell me the truth!”

The sorceress put down the cauldron. “I want a real pet, not a victim or someone acting as one.”

“What’s the difference for you?” Rachel frowned.

“A real pet would be mine to do as I wished. She would give herself over to me without thinking. Entirely, in body and mind, not because of any ulterior motive, but because she wanted to be owned by me and her greatest wish would be to please me.”

Both of them fell silent. Rachel studied the sorceress from the corner of her eye. The woman had a fluid elegance to her movements, even when doing the most basic of the chores. There wasn’t a trace of the soft, feminine submissiveness Rachel usually observed in the servants at her father’s castle or other noblewomen at court. Everything in Sera shouted discipline and authority. How would it feel to be the sorceress’s real pet? To not be her own but Sera’s?

Rachel accepted Sera’s help climbing out of the bathtub and let the sorceress rub her dry with a towel. There weren’t many differences between what the sorceress was doing right now and what the servants usually did for Rachel while attending her, although for Rachel, everything felt completely different this time. Sera was the one rubbing Rachel’s sensitive body, Sera’s hands the ones that grazed Rachel’s breasts and thighs.

The wanting that Sera’s fingers awakened in Rachel had nothing to do with the routine Rachel went through each night with the servants. Why hadn’t she noticed before how sensual another woman’s touch could be? Rachel had never paid any heed to her servants when they had done exactly the same thing. With Sera, she was aware of all her body’s responses—the puckering of her nipples, the goose bumps on her skin each time Sera’s fingertips brushed her, the way her breasts rose with each breath while she wished Sera would graze them again, the scalding need dripping down her thighs… Goddess! What’s happening to me?

Chapter Six

Sera regarded the princess’s exposed body as the redhead lay still on the table. With her elegant, feminine hands shackled above the tousled red hair, and the thick rope crisscrossing tightly over her curvy body, the princess offered a sight to enjoy and remember. The redhead had her bare thighs bound all the way up to her waist, holding them in place and giving Sera free access to the princess’s open pussy.

There was still a certain vulnerability in the girl’s downcast eyes, her turned face, and the pink patches on her ivory cheeks, but nothing was left of the panicked behavior of yesterday when Alanna had used the rattle tail to play with her.

A heavy breath escaped Sera. She remembered how hard it had been to control herself yesterday, to not rush to the princess’s rescue. Everything in Sera’s being had urged her to claim the princess as her own, to send the other women away and take the scared girl in her arms. Recognizing her need to claim and protect the princess had given Sera the awareness that the biggest risk at the Moon Festival wouldn’t be the girl’s mistakes but Sera’s self-control. The truth had given Sera the strength to carry on with the plan. Not that the plan was going as Sera had expected. The redhead had more guts than anticipated, and it seemed she had a well-concealed submissive inside her.

Sera moistened her lips as she took in how the princess’s pussy already shone, wet and inviting.

Who could have expected that the pampered princess would be able to go through a training day with Alanna, Glenda, and Irina? Those women knew how to use magic to torture and subjugate their victims and how to take their captives to their limits without hurting them.

Sera would have to find other ways to scare the princess away. Risking the girl’s life because of her own lack of self-control was not an option. Tomorrow Sera would see if the princess was able to go through the ceremony the witches were preparing for her, and if the girl was ready to sacrifice herself to please Sera, but today… Today Sera was going to enjoy the beautiful submissive she had discovered.

Sera almost purred at the delightful sight. The princess’s pussy reminded her of freshly picked fruit. She could easily imagine that someone had cut an exotic fruit into juicy slices and displayed them nicely for her to taste and relish. The princess’s round ass cheeks stayed open, revealing the small puckered rosebud. Sera spread the pale ass cheeks wider. She smiled when the delicate rosette contracted under her fingertips and the princess stopped breathing. Isn’t it a shame that I have to scare you away before I get the opportunity to show you how much pleasure you can find here, little princess?

Sera wished they had a few more days. Taking the princess’s cute behind required time to prepare her. Sera wanted to hear the redhead pleading to be taken and to hear the princess screaming out her orgasm while Sera took her ass. Fucking her right now could be satisfying, but Sera wanted more. Building up a slow, escalating desire to be possessed in all possible ways by her mistress would take the princess to a whole new level of ecstasy and submission.

Repressing a chuckle, Sera pictured the girl’s expression the moment she discovered Sera’s toy collection. Using the thick cream trickling out of the princess’s pussy, Sera traced a silky, wet trail to the taut rosebud and pressed gently. The princess winced and bit her lip as Sera broke through the faint resistance.

“Has someone taken you here before?” Sera couldn’t resist the urge to know. Maybe she didn’t have to wait after all.

The princess denied it, shaking her head.

Damn! Sera moaned mentally as her finger finally slipped deep inside the princess’s forbidden passage. The tight walls clenched around Sera’s finger. You can’t even imagine how much I crave to take your virgin ass, little princess.

The princess’s face showed one of those expressions of slight pain merged with bliss that Sera found so enticing and hot. Sera hated to inflict real pain on someone, but she couldn’t rein in the secret thrill she received from witnessing that mixed feeling of pain and the craving for more, especially when those emotions were related with sex. Being the owner of someone else’s sensations was a powerful feeling. Sera pushed her finger deeper, playing, exploring…until the princess relaxed and followed Sera’s thrusts as much as the restraints allowed.

Taking a stool, Sera sat down between the princess’s spread legs. Bringing her nose to the girl’s open pussy, Sera inhaled deeply of the princess’s sweet fragrance. Delicious! Sera slapped the exposed folds and repeated the gesture when the princess rewarded her with a startled squeal. Isn’t she adorable in her defenselessness?

With one long lap, Sera went through the glistening slit. The princess’s cries transformed into delighted moans long before Sera’s tongue reached the tiny hidden treasure she was searching for. Sera caught the precious pearl between her lips and twirled around it with the tip of her tongue. The princess squirmed, and her husky gasps resonated in the room, bathing the women in their music.

Sera noticed how the princess tried to find something to hold on to and how the girl’s breasts rose and fell in a fast, uneven rhythm. Her tied-up feminine body shook, covered in a fine sheet of perspiration. Sera’s lips curved. This was only the beginning.

“Do you want to come already, little princess?”

Sera chuckled at the princess’s strangled, “Yes, please!”

Does the cute little princess really think I’m going to make things so easy for her? Sera tasted the wonderfully spread pussy leisurely. With the tip of her tongue, Sera neared—once and again—the sensitive, proud nub, teasing the small pearl, though always from a distance. The princess’s trembling increased, accompanied by moans and shrill pleas.

Time to suck hard!

Sera sucked, up and down with short motions, stretching the girl’s clit, making the nub grow harder, longer, releasing it with a wet pop. Two of Sera’s fingers found their way inside the princess’s hungry cleft and were welcomed with a gush of hot liquid and a tight embrace. The soft tissues caressed Sera’s fingertips and yielded to their pressure. Sera fucked the redhead with her fingers and her tongue until a loud, tortured squeal filled the room. Yesss! That’s my little princess!

Before Rachel’s last cry of ecstasy faded, Sera stood up, raised her long skirt, and bent over the beautifully flushed female. Kissing the redhead’s swollen lips, Sera shared the sweet flavor of desire with the girl.

Taking the thick leather dildo, she attached it to her hips with a harness. Sera situated herself at the princess’s entrance and thrust hard, taking the princess’s soaked, quivering core in one powerful thrust. The redhead’s eyes popped open while a loud gasp left her lips.

“Oh, Goddess! It…can’t be… You can’t…” The disbelief was written all over the princess’s face.

Her naïveté was entrancing. Looking down at her, Sera sank deeper and raised an eyebrow.

“But…you’re…a…a…woman, aren’t… you?” the princess stuttered.

Sera stopped the thrusts and rose without removing the cock from the princess. Sera’s nub throbbed, their combined juices dripped down her thighs, and her inner muscles contracted from sheer pleasure. Right now she was the redhead’s only owner, and it felt blissfully wonderful.

Without haste, Sera untied the ribbons of her corset, freeing her breasts for the princess’s view, and fondled herself, making her large, dark-red nipples swell. “What do you think, princess? Do I seem like a woman to you?”

“Y-Yes…” The breathless girl stared at Sera’s breasts with her lips slightly parted.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sera moved her hips slowly backward, letting the princess feel how the big leather shaft caressed her sensitive walls on its retreat.

“No!”

“Good!” Sera buried herself deep inside the princess. “Because the lesson today is that your Mistress’s pleasure is your own.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

A shiver ran down Sera’s spine at the princess’s trusting whisper. Sera deliberately rotated her hips. Yes, I’m your Mistress! You’re mine and only mine! She ground her teeth at the princess’s tiny mewls. Fighting for her self-control had never been harder. Sera ached to fuck those open lips with her pussy until she came on the redhead’s tongue, but first she wanted to make the girl beg for her release.

At the princess’s mewling, “Please! Please!” Sera spat out a last curse and gave herself over to soothe the girl’s need. They had still the whole day for them. Today was theirs. Tomorrow…

Now isn’t the time to think about tomorrow!

Chapter Seven

Rachel hid her shaky hands between the folds of the red cape as she followed the sorceress through the small garden. The gloomy black carriage waited for them at the fence. Rachel didn’t know where they were going. She hadn’t expected they would be going anywhere during the training. Wearing only a cape with nothing else beneath didn’t increase Rachel’s confidence.

What would people think if they noticed Rachel was naked under the cape? Would the wine-red lace mask be enough to hide her identity? To be honest, Rachel doubted that someone recognizing her was the worst that could go wrong today. She didn’t want to imagine what could happen if the dildo inside her pussy slipped out between her legs and fell to the ground before witnesses. Luckily, dildos made out of antler bone were much lighter than dildos made of stone or bronze.

Rachel gulped at the memory of how Sera had prepared her skillfully with her long fingers, bringing Rachel close to orgasm several times, but never letting her reach the final release. By the time Sera had pushed the silky head of the dildo into Rachel’s pussy, the blanket beneath Rachel’s ass was drenched in her juices.

The pale, scrawny coachman dressed all in black directed a lecherous stare at Rachel as he waited for them to reach the carriage. Rachel shuddered as she went past him.

“Thank you, Jeffer.” Sera was the first to climb into the carriage.

The coachman gave a short nod as he held the door open. Rachel shifted uncomfortably while she waited. She could feel the man’s ice-gray eyes on her. Rachel checked nervously if the soft fabric of her cape had opened, gifting the man with an unwanted peek at her body. She let out a relieved breath. No, everything was in place.

Rachel could only hope that the cadaverous coachman was in no way involved with whatever plans Sera had for today. Imagining those large bony fingers on her skin, touching her, made her feel sick. Rachel climbed hastily into the carriage, sat down in front of Sera, and bit her lip when Jeffer closed the door, giving her a last penetrating look.

Should she tell Sera she didn’t want any kind of sex with the coachman? Maybe Rachel could prevent sex with him if she expressed her feelings in a humble, honest way. Hell, that man gave her the creeps! But what if Sera hadn’t had anything in mind with the coachman and changed her plans just to punish Rachel? Sera could ask Rachel to suck Jeffer’s cock just to push Rachel to her limits and demonstrate that she wasn’t made to be a pet. Damn! Only, the idea of his cock near her face made her gag. Rachel wasn’t dumb. Sera would use whatever she had at hand to make Rachel yield and go home. If Sera got so much as a whiff of Rachel’s qualms, Rachel would be lost.

“Open your cape and reveal yourself to me.” Sera waited for Rachel to obey and sit naked in front of her. “Now spread your legs wide open, put your feet at your sides on the seat, and let me see if you keep the toy still inside.”

Rachel followed the sorceress’s orders. However, as soon as she put her feet on the seat, the small dildo slipped out of her.

“Keep it inside!”

Rachel hurried to shove the dildo back inside.

“Without hands! Grab the handles.” The sorceress pointed with her chin to the leather handles beside the windows. “And now, you’re allowed to enjoy the ride, as long as you don’t come without my permission.” As if her words were a secret order to begin the trip, the carriage began to move.

Rachel wondered at the sorceress’s strange allowance, but soon she understood the twisted sense behind those words. The carriage reached the forest road full of potholes and stones. When her loose breasts jumped heavily with each big stone or pothole and the short, thick dildo vibrated inside her pussy with the gravel under the wheels, Rachel knew that however short the trip was, time would feel like an eternity if the sorceress didn’t give her permission to come.

By the time the carriage slowed down, Rachel’s urge to come had her wanting to scream. Through the window, Rachel saw at least two dozen other carriages as dark and sinister as their own sitting in a row at the side of the small forest road. Why were there so many carriages? They were in the middle of nowhere. No buildings were in sight, no people… Rachel swallowed.

“Take the toy out.”

Rachel obeyed Sera’s order. The dildo slipped out easily, leaving an empty sensation behind. Rachel offered Sera the drenched toy. Would the woman tell her now what they were going to do here?

Sera took the toy and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. The incipient dusk filled the carriage with shadows, hiding part of the sorceress’s face.

“As sweet as you are.” Sera sucked the tip of the dildo leisurely.

Rachel’s heart seemed to stop beating when Sera bent toward her. Only inches separated their lips. Sera’s breath was hot against Rachel’s skin. Rachel moistened her lips, preparing herself for a kiss. Sera straightened instead.

The door opened. Rachel jumped in her seat, searching frantically for the cape to cover her nakedness. But the cape was already in place. Sera arched an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

Damn! Rachel felt dumb. She had been so focused on Sera’s mouth that she hadn’t noticed how Sera had covered her again. Or did she use her magic?

“Let’s go,” said Sera.

Rachel stepped out of the carriage on unsteady legs. Her thighs were slick, and her pussy empty without the dildo. Not knowing what was going to happen now scared her. They were in the middle of the forest, and night was arriving fast.

The coachman’s hungry gaze was fixed on Rachel. Did Jeffer know what had happened in the carriage? Had he heard Sera’s orders? Rachel couldn’t avoid the humiliating heat flooding her face. Jeffer’s nostrils flared as if he could smell the wetness between Rachel’s legs. She shuddered and followed hastily behind Sera. Rachel could only hope Jeffer hadn’t recognized that she was the princess. She also hoped Sera’s next training plan didn’t include him.

Rachel let out a long breath when she noticed that they were leaving the cadaveric coachman behind with the carriage while they walked deeper into the forest. Rachel faltered. What had Sera done with the dildo? Had she left the toy in the carriage? Rachel didn’t want the man finding the toy with her smell. Too late! She couldn’t go back.

They reached a clearing where a group of women covered in black capes like Sera’s were preparing a huge bonfire. With her red cape, Rachel was going to stand out like a worm in a pond full of fish. A knot formed in her stomach as she noticed the strange signs carved into the burning logs and traced around the fire. Witches! The clearing was full of witches!

A bunch of witches gathered at a godforsaken place deep inside the forest with an enormous bonfire couldn’t be something good. Things looked worse when Irina—the blonde witch who had been at Sera’s tower two days ago—came to welcome them. Irina gifted Rachel with a mocking glance.

“Here you are!” She greeted Sera with a false kiss on the cheek. “I thought you’d back down at the last moment.”

“Why would I do that?” Sera shrugged.

“Who knows?” Irina made a dismissive gesture with her hand. “You could have changed your mind about offering your pet as a sacrifice.”

What? Rachel would have escaped if her feet had moved, but no, they stayed frozen in place. She heard Irina introducing Sera to another witch as the generous sorceress who would contribute with her pet for the sacrifice. They want to use me as a sacrifice! A sacrifice to whom? How? Oh, Goddess, they aren’t going to throw me into the fire, are they?

Rachel stared at the bonfire. There wasn’t a stake in the center where someone could be tied. However, there were enough logs to burn a human until only the ashes were left. Rachel’s feet finally recovered their ability to move. She took slow steps backward, trying not to raise the other women’s attention. She had to get the hell out of here! Now! Irina’s gaze crossed with Rachel’s. The delicate blonde eyebrows arched.

Before Rachel could turn and run away, her body froze, this time for real. An ice-cold sensation wriggled along her limbs, tensing Rachel’s muscles and making them so hard that they seemed to have turned to stone. She was unable to move. Her feet appeared to have grown roots that held her glued to the ground, and her arms and torso felt as if they were restrained by a rigid armor. Oh, Goddess! Please, please, help me! I don’t want to die burnt alive!

Only Rachel’s lungs, heart, and eyes kept working normally. Rachel knew because she was having trouble taking enough air into her lungs, and what little air she was getting seemed to be burning her nose and throat, turning her breathing into a painful torment. Her heart pounded fast and hard, as if it wanted to break through her chest to escape the horrible death.

Sera, Irina, and the other witch appeared in Rachel’s limited vision.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Irina asked with her hands on her hips.

Rachel swallowed. “I don’t want to die. Please! Please!” Her stammering was drowned by her sobs. “Being burned alive is such a horrible death!”

The women exchanged bewildered glances. More witches appeared in Rachel’s vision, some frowning, others studying her, full of curiosity.

“Let’s see if I get this straight,” Irina said, staring at Rachel incredulously. “You think that we’re going to kill you by burning you alive?”

Suddenly to Rachel’s astonishment, the whole clearing burst into laughter. Everybody seemed to be laughing except Sera, whose arms were crossed over her chest and her face seemed sculpted in stone.

“Isn’t she cute?” Irina asked between guffaws. “My dear, innocent pet, we want you to burn alive, although not in fire, and of course not to death.”

Her cold hands turned Rachel around to three makeshift altars. Two of the altars were surrounded by offerings of fruits, honey, and jugs of wine. The one in the middle was empty. Rachel hadn’t seen the altars before, as she hadn’t seen the throne placed just behind.

“Today we’re going to celebrate spring, fertility, and life, and you’re our offer of pleasure to our special guest.”

“What guest?” Rachel asked, still worried but much calmer now that she knew they didn’t want to throw her into the bonfire.

“Don’t worry about him now. Pan always arrives late, and none of our sacrifices has ever had complaints about him.” Irina chuckled.

“Here, take this. It will help you,” another witch said, offering Rachel a goblet.

“What is it?” Rachel couldn’t get rid of the feeling that she was being manipulated.

“Stop asking stupid questions!” Irina’s voice gave away her irritation. “You’re a pet, and as such you’re expected to obey.”

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

Sera’s cold tone startled Rachel. The meaning behind Sera’s words was clear: either Rachel began acting like the pet she was supposed to be, or she could go home to her father and tell him she had failed.

Closing her eyes, Rachel drank from the goblet Irina was holding against her lips. The beverage was rich and sweet and too dense to be just wine. Rachel tried not to think about what she was drinking and centered her attention instead on the hot trail the liquid was leaving in her throat and how the warmth expanded from her stomach to the rest of her body. Her rigid muscles began to relax, and Rachel’s limbs recovered their mobility slowly, accompanied by a strange lightness that made her feel as if she were floating.

When Rachel opened her eyes again, the women around her were smiling—all except Sera. Rachel hadn’t noticed until now how beautiful those witches were. A light glow seemed to surround them like a misty aura.

“Time to begin our celebration,” Irina told Rachel, taking the goblet from her hands and giving it over to the witch waiting at their side.

Chapter Eight

Rachel followed the single line of witches around the bonfire. Sera, the only one not taking part in the ceremony, stood with crossed arms in the shadow of an old oak. A petite brunette handed Rachel a broom.

Since Rachel had drunk from the goblet, her senses seemed enhanced. The crackle of the fire competed in volume with the rustle of the dry leaves and twigs under Rachel’s feet and the strong heartbeat resounding in her ears. She felt vibrant, carefree. Joy and excitement filled her as she gave herself over to the moment and imitated the rest of the women.

The line of witches stopped, and everybody turned to the fire, forming a large circle. Rachel dried the sweat from her forehead. Why was she suddenly so hot? The cape was warm, and she was seven feet from the fire, but she seemed to be burning from the inside out.

A beautiful voice sang in a strange, ancient-sounding language. After the first verse, the witches hit the ground with their brooms’ shafts and whirled around, starting to sing in unison. The repetitive words were entrancing, and even when Rachel didn’t understand what they meant, soon she was singing along with the rest of the women and marking the rhythm with the butt of her broom.

Rachel’s whole being seemed to follow the music as she chanted the words selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou… Her feet danced on their own accord, stomping, gliding over the ground almost without touching it, following the other women as they danced around the fire. Selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou… Rachel’s hair floated, surrounding her as she whirled around, again and again, entranced, making the world swirl with her. Selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou… Rachel felt like she became one with nature and the dancing witches. Selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou… Selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou… Selle hawe, sene hawe, sete hawe nou, chavu rinu kele mater selle mave nou…

The cape was too warm. The cloth that had previously seemed soft, now rasped against Rachel’s sensitive skin. Unfastening the hooks, Rachel let the cape fall onto the grass. She remembered too late that she was naked, but as Rachel looked around, she realized she wasn’t the only one. Nobody seemed to mind the bare women dancing. Rachel didn’t either. She was hot, too hot, and the cool night air on her moist skin felt good, almost as good as losing herself to the rhythm of the song.

The witches mounted their brooms, and Rachel followed their example, putting the shaft between her thighs as she kept dancing and moving her hips. Her pussy slipped against the polished shaft, making a warm sizzle spread through her womb. There were no rational thoughts as she followed the music, rubbing her pussy against the stiff shaft faster and faster, singing and laughing and floating in pleasure.

As the music increased the rhythm, bodies got closer, brushing skin against skin, hands appeared from everywhere. The unknown witches touched Rachel, caressed her, helped her increase the sheer bliss she was going through.

Hands were followed by arms and bodies. Some witches only hugged her, pressing breasts against breasts. Other witches gifted her with playful kisses. Rachel returned whatever came her way. There were no faces, no names, only sensations and bliss.

Goblets of wine passed from hand to hand. More bodies came closer, more hands reached for Rachel. Someone kneaded her breasts; fingers rubbed a thick cream between Rachel’s folds, taking her almost to the verge of an orgasm. The witches took turns kissing her, and the world kept dancing around Rachel with the rhythm of the primitive song.

Rachel opened her eyelids at the possessive kiss. She bit her lip. Irina? The blonde witch smiled.

“The moment has arrived. Pan is waiting for you.” Irina kissed Rachel’s palm and took her by the hand.

Stumbling after Irina, Rachel followed the blonde witch to the altar. Other witches came behind, dancing, singing, and laughing. Rachel still didn’t know what “the moment” meant, what it entailed, although she wasn’t afraid anymore. A hot, blissful tingle ran through her veins, and that was all that mattered.

They reached the altar. Two witches helped Rachel get onto the altar and lie down. A rich-smelling oil was poured over Rachel’s skin, tracing her breasts, belly, and limbs. What seemed like a dozen hands massaged the silky oil into Rachel’s skin with long, slow caresses. Here and there, a mouth sucked or licked at Rachel as if wanting to confirm if the oil tasted as delicious as it smelled. Through a haze, Rachel became aware of how the rest of the witches were dancing around the altar now, their sensuous movements almost as arousing as the hands taking care of her body.

Oil trickled softly down between Rachel’s buttocks. Two witches reached her pussy at the same time and sparred with their tongues around Rachel’s hidden pearl. Rachel gasped and spread her legs wider. As long as their wishes brought Rachel bliss, she would grant those witches whatever they wanted. Rachel’s back arched when one of the witches won and hungrily claimed the treasure.

Another witch took Rachel’s raised breasts as an invitation to suck her stiff nipples. Rachel’s gasps and moans mixed with the song. Nothing in her life had felt better than this moment, this bliss, this crazy dream wrapping her in a cloud of impossible ecstasy. There was nothing Rachel could do, nothing she wanted to do, except relent to ecstasy.

An odd movement in the corner caught Rachel’s attention. She looked to the throne and blinked hard. She had probably drunken too much wine. The nude young man on the throne had not only horns, but the hindquarters and the hairy legs of a goat. Rachel giggled. He was a man-goat—no, a goat-man. Wait! She had seen such kind of creatures in pictures! A demon. He was a demon! Her eyes widened. Demons really existed outsides of tales and books?

Now that she thought about those pictures of demons…not one of them had been as handsome as this one. His huge masculine hand stroked leisurely what had to be the biggest cock in the kingdom. In the kingdom? In the whole world! Rachel giggled again.

The demon winked at her over the goblet. Amusement sparkled in his dark eyes. He was handsome. The thick dildo Rachel had worn the whole day wasn’t even as half as big as his enormous manhood. A weak warning signal sounded somewhere in Rachel’s mind. She should be worried, but why? The demon didn’t seem dangerous. As soon as the witches began again tongue sparring against Rachel’s pussy, all Rachel’s thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind.

She glanced alternatively from the attractive, weird male sitting carelessly on the throne to the naked witches dancing around them. The images melted into sensations similar to those the strange hands and lips caused to her body.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Irina smiled at Rachel.

Rachel stared at the only “he” in her surroundings. Yes, Irina was right. He was handsome with his black-coal tousled hair, his square jaw, those irresistible lips, and his muscled torso.

“You’re a lucky girl.” Irina bent over Rachel and painted strange symbols over Rachel’s belly with a stick and black ink.

She was a lucky girl? Images, sensations, pleasure, and music turned everything blurry. Rachel’s body didn’t feel like her own anymore.

“Stop!” Sera caught Irina’s wrist. “I’ll paint this one myself. We agreed only about pleasure, not about fertility. There’s going to be no pregnancy after this night!”

Ire flared in Irina’s eyes. After a tense moment, the blonde witch nodded and gave Sera the stick and the wooden bowl with the ink. Rachel’s gaze connected with Sera’s as the sorceress took a place beside the altar. There was something about Sera… She was different from all the other women here. Rachel couldn’t put a finger on what made Sera so peculiar; however, the other women were only figures and sensations.

Sera was stability, protection. Sera was real.

“You’re still in time to say your safe word.” Sera seemed to falter.

Why would Rachel use her safe word with Sera here with her? Rachel shook her head. After a short nod, Sera began tracing strange signs on Rachel’s womb.

“Can I come?” Rachel wasn’t sure why she asked. The pleasure she was floating in was immense, but she hadn’t really the need to come.

Sera stopped to look at her. “Soon,” she promised.

Someone secured Rachel’s wrists over her head. Rachel held her breath. Something was going to happen. She wasn’t sure what, but wariness filled her.

“Here, drink!” Sera held a goblet against Rachel’s lips.

Rachel accepted obediently. Half of the liquid spilled down her chin. The heat expanded immediately through her, although the effects this time weren’t enough to make Rachel forget her fear.

A startled squeal escaped Rachel when the handsome man from the throne jumped with ease onto the altar. Her eyes widened when he knelt down between her widespread legs, his huge cock jutting out just above her womb.

“Sera!”

“I’m here, right at your side.” Sera took one of Rachel’s tied hands. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

With his enormous manhood pulsating and ready over her pussy, the man waited patiently for her to decide. Rachel stared at Sera.

“You want this? You want a demon to fuck me?” Rachel whispered.

Not that the demon wasn’t handsome and not that his shaft promised a whole new experience—even when Rachel wasn’t sure if he wasn’t a few inches too large for her. However, there was something wrong with a man fucking her when Sera was at her side.

Sera was the lover Rachel wanted. That man, demon, or whatever creature he was meant nothing to Rachel.

Sera bent over her. “Pan isn’t a demon; he’s a god. What I want is for you to submit to my wishes and your pleasure. I want to see how you give yourself over, sacrificing yourself in my name to the god so I can make you mine afterward and make you remember that you’re mine, mine alone, and that not even a god will be able to change that.”

Rachel shivered at Sera’s possessive tone. “Mine.” Yes! Sera’s words sounded like a wonderful reward. Rachel regarded the man’s giant shaft.

“You’re big.”

“Just big? That’s the only description that comes to your mind? That’s an affront to my manhood, my little lady,” Pan laughed, making Rachel snort.

“I’m not little, I’m—“

“Perfect for a man like me,” Pan interrupted, running his gaze over Rachel’s curves without hiding his hunger for her.

“A man who knows that this is only a one-time deal.” Sera’s voice was cold.

“A god who knows he has to give his best this time.” A slow, crooked smile spread on Pan’s face. “We won’t make it easy for your mistress to make you forget a god, will we?” Pan teased Rachel.

Rachel swallowed. How would Sera erase all those memories? With her mouth? Her hands? Rachel’s inner muscles tightened, making her bite her cheek to stifle a moan.

“Do your worst, god. Whatever you do, I’ll make her forget you!”

Pan laughed at Sera’s outburst. The witches around them had stopped dancing and singing and were now staring expectantly at them. His hand slid slow and determined over Rachel’s belly before he bent over her and reached for her breasts.

Rachel’s awareness came back as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water on her.

“No!” The whole forest seemed to freeze at Rachel’s shout.

The witches stared at Rachel with blank faces. Nobody moved; nobody spoke. Rachel tried to free her arms, but the more she tried to pull away from the strong grip, the more the hold on her wrists tightened. Her heart began to race, and her lungs struggled to find enough air.

Pan turned his face toward Sera as the sorceress hissed, “Release her!”

Rachel let out a sigh of relief when the hold on her wrists disappeared.

“I’m sorry, Sera! I’m so sorry! I—”

“Your safe word, pet.”

Rachel froze at Sera’s tone. The sorceress’s face seemed to be carved in stone. Was Sera disappointed in Rachel? Does she think I’m betraying her? By the Goddess, how can I make her understand that I don’t want to give up, that I don’t want her to erase Pan’s touch because I only want hers on my body?

“Sera—”

“Your safe word. There’s nothing else I want to hear from you.”

Rachel gulped down her sob. She couldn’t use her safe word; she wouldn’t use it. Rachel became aware that Aritz wasn’t her only reason to endure whatever was about to happen. She wasn’t prepared to leave Sera’s side, not with the complex emotions the woman had awakened in her. Sera made her feel alive, beautiful, cherished in some odd way, and…real. As princess, Rachel was little more than a character who fulfilled her role as part of her duties. Rachel’s eyes burned, but she wasn’t going to cry. Not now, not here. Rachel raised her arms over her head and stared at Pan.

Pan’s eyes filled with understanding and horror before he sprang back as if he had burned himself.

“What are you doing?”

Rachel wasn’t sure if Sera was asking her or Pan.

“Let it be, sorceress. I’ve got a better proposal for you.” With a mournful sigh Pan’s gaze strayed back to Rachel’s taut nipples.

“And what would your proposal be?” Sera arched an eyebrow.

Rachel bit her lip when the god disappeared from the altar and appeared on his throne.

Pan offered his hand to one of the witches at his side and kissed her wrist. “I’ll let you stake your claim over her.”

“Why would you do that? You rarely give up your sacrifices until dawn.” Sera crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why would I force your pet if I’m surrounded by beautiful women ready to share their pleasure with me?” As if to confirm his words, a blonde offered him her breasts and another one knelt down between his wide-spread thighs. “But of course, everything comes with a price, and we both know that your redhead is worth whatever I ask from you. Am I wrong?” Pan raised his eyebrow.

“And what do you think I could offer?” Sera arched her own eyebrow in response.

A slow grin spread on Pan’s face. “You are going to take my place on the altar.”

Sera shook her head. “Let’s get this clear. You want me to fuck my pet while you fuck the rest of the women in this clearing? Nothing else?”

“Why do I hear disbelief in your voice, sorceress?”

“Because it sounds too easy coming from you.”

“Would you prefer I fuck you instead?” Pan asked.

“Forget it! God or not, I’d shrink your cock.”

Pan chuckled. “Do you have no respect for a god?”

Rachel’s heart stopped beating. Didn’t Sera see the warning in the god’s eyes?

“Of course I respect you. Do you really have doubts about it?” Sera mocked.

“If I had doubts, I’d make you respect me, wouldn’t I?” Pan stared at Sera with a half smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to harvest my pleasure before the night ends. Do you agree to take my place on the altar with all its consequences?”

“What consequences?” Sera crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

“Does it matter? You’ve offered her as a sacrifice. Either you accept, or she’ll have to come with me until the sacrifice has been completed.” Pan traced a witch’s nipple with the tip of his tongue before he enclosed the whole nipple with his mouth.

Rachel didn’t try to stifle her gasp. Accept, Sera, please, please, accept!

“Whatever, agreed.” Sera made a dismissive gesture with her hand, but Rachel could see how Sera’s stance relaxed.

Pan raised his head and winked at Rachel. “I’m not sure if I’ve done a good deed. Your Mistress doesn’t seem to like the idea of letting you out of sight, and there has to be a good reason for it.”

Rachel grinned, relieved.

“Are you having fun?” Sera narrowed her eyes at Rachel.

“No, of course not, Mistress!” Rachel said hastily.

“Prepare the sorceress!” Pan didn’t give Sera time to regret her decision.

As magnificent as Pan was surrounded by naked women, Rachel couldn’t keep her eyes from Sera as three witches helped her undress. Sera stood proud and imperious like an empress waiting for her vassals to attend her.

Rachel wouldn’t have minded being there at her side. Goddess! What…? Rachel gasped and stared at the two witches who’d taken hold of her breasts and were lapping like hungry puppies at her nipples. Another witch poured oil from a small silver jug over Rachel’s pussy and massaged in the velvety liquid with her fingers. Rachel’s body arched when the witch’s slippery fingers found their way inside her while her thumb teased skillfully at Rachel’s nub.

Rachel studied Sera. The sorceress stood near the altar, already naked. The witches who had helped Sera undress were now massaging some oil into the sorceress’s skin with sensual caresses. With the flames and moonlight reflecting over her skin, Sera seemed a goddess.

Full of envy, Rachel wished she could suck Sera’s dark nipples like the witches were doing, and a bitter taste filled her mouth when she saw how a curvy brunette knelt down before Sera to serve her.

As if Sera could read her mind, their eyes met.

“Come here, please!” Rachel’s whisper was drowned out between the song and the feminine laughter resounding around the altar.

Sera’s and Rachel’s gazes stayed glued together as Sera moved toward the altar. Somewhere resounded feminine gasps and Pan’s groans, but Rachel wasn’t interested in him anymore. Tongues had replaced the hands playing with her pussy while another silky finger caressed the slippery oil between her buttocks. Rachel moaned hoarsely. The sensations were overwhelming. Sera, the mouths, the hands… Pleasure in its purest state took over Rachel’s body. She was close, so, so close!

“Sera! Sera?”

“Yes, little princ— Pet?” Sera brushed the hair from Rachel’s humid forehead.

“Please! Please, help me!”

Sera climbed onto the altar and bent over Rachel, stopping only inches from Rachel’s lips. Their breath mixed as they looked each other in the eyes and their breasts brushed against each other’s with every breath.

“What do you need, little one?”

Rachel enveloped Sera’s back with her thighs to press her closer. “You!”

Sera lowered her head, but the instant their lips touched, Sera stopped dead.

Rachel blinked, confused, as Sera’s eyes widened. “Sera, what…?” Oh my Goddess!

Both of them stared down Sera’s body as she rose over Rachel.

“You’ve got a cock!” At Rachel’s shout, everybody turned to look at Sera.

Sera opened her mouth, but no words came out. After a few times opening and closing her lips, Sera finally stared at the throne. “Pan?”

“Sorceress?”

“What is this?”

“Uhmm… Do you really want to spend the night arguing with me and making me angry? You agreed to take my place with all the consequences.”

Rachel saw how Sera hesitated. She wasn’t going to argue with Pan, was she? Sera was pushing Pan’s boundaries, and Pan was a god, after all.

“Mistress…” Rachel waited until she got Sera’s attention. “Please, let me feel your cock.”

A shudder rippled over Sera’s body.

“I’ll make you pay for this, little pet,” Sera said before she lowered herself over Rachel. “But we’re going to enjoy Pan’s gift first,” whispered Sera huskily into Rachel’s ear before she gave Rachel just what she had asked for, drowning her in pleasure as Sera’s shaft pushed its way through Rachel’s tight core.

Rachel held on to Sera as she threw her head back. Sera’s eyelids were closed as she retreated from Rachel, only to reenter her again with her broad cock tip. She seemed to enjoy the new feelings coming from her cock. Rachel knew she could come just with the crown of Sera’s shaft if Sera kept moving as she did.

Coming in this way, however, didn’t seem to be Sera’s plan. Rachel’s fingernails bit into her palms as Sera raised Rachel’s legs, put them over her shoulders, and buried herself firmly inside Rachel. Sera filled Rachel’s pussy beyond anything Rachel had thought possible. Not an inch inside Rachel was left empty.

Goddess, does she feel good! Rachel cried out as Sera repeated the whole ritual again, hard. Yes! Sera was a fucking sex goddess! Rachel didn’t even try to stifle the groans and cries Sera drew from her with each thrust.

Hands appeared from everywhere; silky fingers slipped between their bodies, reaching for Rachel’s pussy, lips closed around her nipples, and someone took her foot to suck at Rachel’s toes, making her pant at the sweet, incredible feeling.

“Now, show me that you’re mine. Come for me!” Sera ordered, waiting for Rachel to obey with a loud scream before she took Rachel’s mouth, claiming what was hers.

Chapter Nine

Rachel stretched out with a low groan. Each and every muscle of her body screeched like a rusted waterwheel after a dry season. What had she been doing to feel so sore? She stretched her arms higher over her head. Her hands touched cold steel bars, making her eyes snap open. The cage! She was at the sorcer—at Sera’s home!

Images of last night flooded Rachel’s memory. Sera over her, inside her, stretching her, making her feel owned. Hell! Sera had been stunning with her face contorted in ecstasy! A scorching sizzle spread through Rachel. She pressed a hand over her womb. Everything had been amazing. She had been able to feel Sera’s cock pulsing inside her while feminine hands and lips had been everywhere, caressing, pinching, kissing, lapping… But those hands and lips had, actually, been only a means to increase their arousal. The most intense and real pleasure had always been provided by Sera, by the way the sorceress had looked at Rachel, by the words the woman had whispered into Rachel’s ear, and by how Sera had made her feel like the only woman in the clearing that really mattered.

Rachel reached for her own breasts as she recalled how kneading Sera’s breasts had thrown Rachel into a whirl of ecstasy that grew when Irina had offered her Sera’s stiff nipples to latch on to and suck… Rachel’s own still-sensitive nipples reacted at the memory.

What would Sera think if Rachel told her that she wanted to repeat the experience? Maybe with Sera and one of those beautiful witches taking her at the same time, or maybe Sera and Rachel riding the witch. Just the idea of riding one of those swollen red mouths while Sera took her from behind made a hot gush flow between Rachel’s thighs. It wouldn’t be the same without the real cock, but there were so many possibilities! But not enough time. Rachel’s arousal disappeared instantly. They had only agreed on one week. Never before had she been so aware of how fast time was passing. A heavy weigh settled suddenly on her chest. Since when had she begun thinking about Sera as a part of her existence?

The few days they had spent together felt like a whole life. Never had Rachel allowed someone else to get so close as to take a peek at her inner self. She was the princess, and a princess had to keep her distance, always, with everyone. With Sera, everything had been different. The damn woman had burst into Rachel’s well-built fortress, taking her by surprise, and had made all her defenses crumble. Was Sera even aware of what she had done to Rachel? Rachel’s gaze darted to the bed. Empty! The bed linens were perfectly made. Where was Sera? Uneasiness crept into Rachel’s stomach as she noticed the brightness in the bedroom. The cage was open. The sun had risen long ago.

“Mistress?” Rachel hesitated at the door to the main room.

Something was off, even though Rachel wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was the stern expression on the sorceress’s face as she stirred the sour-smelling potion, or perhaps it was the way Sera practically ignored Rachel as she pointed with the chin to the cupboard.

“There’s bread, butter, and jam.”

Rachel bit her lip. Had she just been told to serve herself? Not that she minded, but not once since she had crossed the woman’s threshold had she been asked to do something other than to kneel, to spread her legs, or to come. Sera had always seen to all of Rachel’s needs.

Rachel went silently to the cupboard. What was happening? She took the large loaf of bread and searched for a knife. Had she done something wrong? Was Sera angry because Rachel had failed to wake her with an orgasm? Was this another test? With the knife in her hand, Rachel regarded the bread. She wasn’t really hungry right now. Rachel’s stomach disagreed with an audible rumble.

After spreading some butter on a slice of bread, Rachel took a cup of fresh milk and turned to the table. Biting her lip, Rachel stared from the table to the floor. Sera hadn’t given her any specific instructions this time. Still, Rachel didn’t know if the woman was testing her or not. Rachel let out a sigh. The floor was the most secure option. At least the sorceress now allowed her to eat the solid food with her hands. She hated eating like a dog!

Kneeling down on the cold floor, Rachel spread her thighs as she had been taught. She squeezed her eyes shut and gulped. Damn! This “air caressing her pussy” thing had her aware of her body the whole day, and her mind ended so stuffed up with forbidden thoughts that there was barely any place left for rational thinking. She peeked at Sera. What had the sorceress planned for today?

As if Sera had read Rachel’s mind, the sorceress hung the ladle over the fireplace and turned to her. “Finish. You’ve got chores to do today.”

* * * *

Rachel was tired! Tired of cleaning, tired of dusting the shelves full of jars and bottled potions. She was tired of sweeping the floor, tired of polishing all the silver and copper until she could see herself reflected in its surface. Tired of all the chores Sera had ordered her to do this morning. It was evening now, and Rachel had yet to clean all the windows of the open rooms in the tower. If the order had been to clean the closed rooms, Rachel would have at least had the incentive of seeing what Sera hid in those chambers. But no, those doors were sealed and out of Rachel’s reach.

Exhausted, Rachel leaned the broom against the table and dried her forehead with the back of her arm. Enough was enough! With her hair full of dust, her fingernails black and half of them broken, her skin humid and sticky, and her back aching, she had more than demonstrated her will to obey Sera’s orders. Rachel ignored the tiny voice in her mind laughing at that thought.

There should be a law against the use of pets to do household chores! Rachel was supposed to be learning how to be a perfect sexual pet, not how to be a maid. Sera was not even here with her. Where was the damn woman? First the sorceress had ignored Rachel the whole morning, and now she had left Rachel alone, distracting her with useless chores.

Rachel wasn’t stupid. She knew that the sorceress had other ways, magical ways, to keep the tower clean. Rachel had witnessed how Sera had taken dirty dishes from the table and how they were clean before the woman stored them in the cupboard without giving them a second glance. The same happened with the clothes. Sera put the dirty clothes in the trunk, and the next morning they were clean. Rachel was sure that making her clean and dust was just a distraction to keep her occupied. The question was, why?

Rachel found Sera, finally, in the backyard. Rachel marched decidedly toward her. Pet or not, her father’s orders for Sera had been clear. As long as Rachel didn’t yield, Sera had to train her. If Sera didn’t want to take her to the Moon Festival, Sera would have to find other ways to keep Rachel away. In the meantime, Rachel would not accept being fooled with.

“What are you doing here?” Sera asked without looking at Rachel.

“I finished the chores.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but Rachel wasn’t going to keep cleaning just because Sera wanted to distract her.

Sera turned around.

“And when did I give you permission to wear a cape?” Sera regarded the red cape Rachel had taken from Sera’s trunk, the same one she had worn yesterday for the sacrifice.

There was no hesitation in Rachel. The air was cold, but she wasn’t going to beg Sera to let her keep the cape. Rachel raised her chin, and let the warm fabric fall to the ground. If the woman wanted her naked, Rachel would give her naked.

Sera arched an eyebrow. “Are you aware that you’re standing naked at only a dozen feet from three beehives?”

Rachel froze. Shit! No. She hadn’t noticed the beehives.

“And? You’re right next to them.” Rachel tried to keep her composure. A princess never showed her fear.

Sera clapped her hands together with a swift move. Rachel bit her lip as Sera showed her a bee. Damn, that woman was fast! Sera hadn’t even looked around to find it!

“A friend of mine brought me these bees as a gift.” Sera walked slowly toward Rachel. “As you can see, it isn’t one of the common bees you can find in our country.” Sera held the insect before Rachel’s nose, showing her the hairy, yellow beast.

Rachel took a fast step backward. The bee was too big for her comfort, and the extended stinger wasn’t a good sign either.

“Can you see the stinger?”

Rachel nodded.

“One sting and you stay in bed for a week with fever. Two and you fall unconscious, but there’s still a possibility to survive. Three stings and you’re dead before the sun goes down.”

Rachel swallowed.

“The bees are a precious gift. Dangerous but very valuable,” Sera explained as she put the bee into a glass tube Rachel hadn’t noticed until now. “Their venom sells very well.”

Is this chitchat going somewhere, or is she just trying to distract me again? Rachel frowned. I’m not going to stand here naked with deadly bees flying around just so she can keep fooling me.

“Stop with your banter and get to the point. I’m here to learn, not to waste my time. You know my father’s orders.” Rachel crossed her arms. Her words had sounded worse than she wanted, but there was no going back now.

Anger flashed in Sera’s eyes. Before Rachel could blink, her body froze to stone like yesterday with the witches. Rachel tried to move, but her effort was in vain. Not even her throat worked enough to gasp. A buzzing sound surrounded her. Rachel’s eyes widened in horror as she suddenly grasped what the source of the sound was. Goddess! Bees! Hundreds of bees! Please, don’t! Please, please, don’t! Rachel’s silent screams echoed in her mind; her heart hammered against her rib cage, but only the hum could be heard.

A hairy, sizzling mantle covered her skin. Oh, Goddess, I’m going to die! Her legs, belly, arms, neck…even her face filled with the buzz. Rachel studied Sera frantically. The sorceress stood with narrowed eyes before her, observing how the bees wrapped Rachel up.

“Now let’s get some things clear, my dear princess. King or not, I don’t need to obey your father. The only reason I’m not sitting on his throne is because I’m not interested in it. I only agreed to his stupid request because I wanted my peace, and because I never thought that you’d be able to endure more than a few hours.” Sera crossed her arms and frowned. “You’ve surprised me. I give you that.” She sighed heavily. “I’m going to keep my word…if you’re able to go through to the end, of course.”

Sera’s tone revealed that things would get worse before the training ended, but if the training continued, then at least Rachel would be alive. Rachel’s eyes burned with unshed tears of relief. The bees kept crawling over Rachel’s skin, reminding her that the danger was still there. Sera took a step toward Rachel until their noses almost touched.

“Never, ever, try to pressure or threaten me again, little princess. I’m the one who decides what, when, and how, until this training is over. Either you take it or you leave it.” Sera straightened. “And now, wash and prepare yourself. I’ll be inside.”

With that, Sera marched away. The bees disappeared as fast as they had appeared. Rachel’s knees buckled. She fell sobbing to the ground, trying desperately to fill her lungs with air. Goddess, she had never been so scared in her life! She sank her fingers into the earth, grateful for the calming sensation. She was alive!

The fact that Sera had so much power as to be able to kill Rachel or her father without even touching them felt like a punch to her guts. No wonder Sera had never shown signs of fear before Rachel’s father. Her father was the one who should be afraid of Sera! The woman had probably laughed her ass off each time Rachel had tried to compel her to obey.

Shame filled Rachel. How did Sera see her? Probably like a spoiled brat used to getting whatever she wanted. Rachel pressed her eyelids tightly closed. That wasn’t the way she wanted to be seen by Sera.

* * * *

Rachel took a deep breath before she opened the door. Sera was sitting before the fireplace, staring at the flames.

“Mistress?”

Sera didn’t avert her gaze from the fire, but she invited Rachel to enter with a short wave of her hand. Rachel closed the door after her and hesitated.

“Mistress?” Rachel insisted. She wasn’t sure what to say, but they needed to talk.

“Yes?” Sera asked, seemingly distracted.

Rachel swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

Sera turned toward her and raised an eyebrow. “And exactly what are you sorry for?”

Good question. Rachel kept her gaze on the floor.

“I’m sorry for everything. For my continuous demands, for putting pressure on you in my father’s name, for acting like…a spoiled brat, for…everything!” Rachel took a deep breath. “Today I just wanted to know what was happening. You’ve spent the day ignoring me, and I don’t know why. Making me clean for hours seemed more a strategy to keep me occupied and away from you than part of the real training.” Rachel shrugged slightly. “I-I suppose that I’m not used to… I mean…I’ve been taught that a princess has to be always firm in her demands and to let nobody play her for a fool unless it is with a goal in mind.”

“You’re right.” Sera sighed.

What? Rachel bit her lip.

“I’ve tried to keep my distance today.”

“Why?” Rachel wanted to get closer to Sera, but her feet didn’t move.

Sera rested her head against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling. “There are several reasons. The most crucial of those reasons is the fact that you don’t trust me.”

“But—”

Sera raised a hand, silencing Rachel. “Yes, of course. I know how beautifully you submit when it comes to sex. However, you keep seeing an enemy in me, someone who would betray you at the first opportunity.”

Rachel opened her mouth to deny Sera’s accusation, but no words came out. Sera was right. As much as Rachel’s feelings for the woman had changed in the last few days, she didn’t trust Sera. Not totally, at least.

“You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to take me to the festival,” Rachel protested.

“I’ve never denied it, and no, I still don’t want to take you with me,” Sera admitted without hesitation.

“How can I trust you, knowing that you’re going to do whatever is in your power to make me quit?”

“Do you know the main reason why I don’t want to take you with me to the festival?” Sera asked.

“You claim that it is because you can’t guarantee my security.”

“And do you believe me?” Sera’s eyes bored into Rachel.

“Well…yes, I suppose so.” Rachel shifted uncomfortably.

“If you believe I want to protect you, then why were you afraid I would kill you when we were in the backyard?”

“I’ve never—”Of course I’ve thought she wanted to kill me. Yesterday at the sacrifice and again today with the bees. A hot blush covered Rachel’s face as she noticed Sera’s raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”

“The problem isn’t to be sorry or not. The problem is that in order to cheat the whole I’maggus community, you need to seem like a real pet, you need to feel like one, submit like one… And you won’t be able to do it if you aren’t able to trust me. A real pet would never be suspicious of her Mistress, because she belongs in body and soul to her owner.”

Rachel went to the nearest stool and sat. She rubbed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. Sera was right. Either Rachel forgot who and what she was and gave herself over to Sera, or she would never get out alive from that damn festival. But how could someone give herself over so completely? Rachel looked at Sera. Their gazes met. Rachel could get lost in those intense gray eyes. What kind of relationship would exist between them without the festival and her father’s orders? Would they have been lovers? Would she have submitted to Sera? Would she ever submit to someone else again in the future? Once the threat to Aritz was over, there would be no excuse left to stay with Sera or to submit again to the sorceress. There wouldn’t be more opportunities to give herself over to Sera.

Rachel took a deep breath. Maybe they had faced the issue from the wrong point of view. What would happen if she didn’t try to be a pet, but Sera’s pet?

“What if I told you that I’m able to trust you?” Rachel asked in a whisper.

“Why should I believe you?” Sera asked.

Good question. Although Rachel wasn’t prepared to answer. “Give me another opportunity. Please.”

There was a long silence before Sera rose and went to the shelf. She took a glass tube and turned around to Rachel. A cold shiver ran down Rachel’s spine as she saw all the bees trapped inside the glass. Sera shook the glass tube. The furious bees flew like crazy, crashing against the crystal walls in their attempt to escape. Rachel pressed her fingernails into her palms, already afraid of what Sera would ask from her.

“You want another opportunity to demonstrate that you are able to entrust your body and security to me? Here’s your opportunity.” Sera left the glass tube on the table. “A woman who’s scared and frightened for her life won’t relax enough to come and much less if she has to do it fast. I’m going to make myself a tea, and I’ll take it in front of the fireplace. That’s the time you have to keep those bees angry and use the tube to give yourself enough pleasure to come for me.”

“What?” Rachel stared horrified at Sera. Was the woman crazy? Sera wanted to put those furious bees between her thighs?

“Take it or leave it. It’s up to you.” Sera turned and went to the fireplace.

Shit! Rachel looked at the angry bees. What if the tube opened and those angry killers went for her? What if the glass tube fell out of her hands—or legs—and broke against the ground?

Rachel turned to Sera. “Tell me that nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you, not now and not ever, as long as I’m at your side,” Sera stated calmly as she poured steaming water into a cup.

Rachel took a deep breath and nodded. If Sera said that nothing would happen, then nothing would happen. She had seen how Sera had commanded the bees when they were in the backyard. Rachel took the tube with sweaty hands. A strange tickling on her fingertips almost made the tube slip out from her fingers. Startled, Rachel gawked at the odd object. The bees were colliding so angrily against the walls that the whole tube vibrated.

Taking a peek at Sera, Rachel saw that the woman was already sitting before the fireplace. There was no time to waste! She had to follow Sera’s orders now or everything was over. Sera wouldn’t give her another chance if Rachel failed to pass the test.

She could do it! Determined, Rachel took the tube and went to the fireplace. She knelt down before Sera and looked the sorceress in the eyes. Sera wanted faith and angry bees? Well, Rachel would give her that damned faith with the angry bees! She vigorously shook the tube. Hopefully she would forget that those were bees what she was going to put between her thighs, because she could find nothing arousing in playing with herself while thinking of those insects. She’d better hurry if she was supposed to come before Sera finished her cup of tea.

When the bees seemed frantic enough, Rachel put the tube between her legs. The smooth crystal slipped between her folds. She was… Oh! Oh, my Goddess! Rachel’s eyes widened. A slow smile appeared on Sera’s face.

“Is everything all right, little princess?” Sera raised a mocking eyebrow.

All right? Rachel doubled over. She hadn’t expected how the tube would be vibrating against her flesh, nor had she expected the incredible pleasure she would get. Rachel forced herself to hold Sera’s gaze as the sorceress took a slow sip of her cup. Yes, everything would be all right! Rachel would come—impossible not to come with that thing against her pussy—but she wasn’t going to come alone. Rachel wanted to see the sorceress aroused and hungry for her.

Rachel moved backward until she sat on her heels with the tube caught between her thighs, vibrating against her damp flesh. She bit her lip to silence her moans. Swinging her hips slowly back and forth, Rachel used her hands to roam freely over her body, caressing herself, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples. She fondled herself in the way she wished Sera would touch her, and let the sorceress witness her bliss.

Only when Rachel heard a crash followed by the rustle of fabric did she notice that her eyelids had closed. She opened them to find the cup on the ground with the tea spilled all over the floor. Sera had lifted her skirt, exposing her long legs and her smooth pussy. Rachel licked her lips as the sorceress’s slender fingers opened the dark-pink folds to reach the swollen nub inside.

“Do you like what you see?” the sorceress asked with a series of fast, short caresses over her pussy.

“Yes.” Rachel pressed her thighs together to increase the sizzling vibration between her legs and squeezed her nipples. “Yes, I do.”

“You know?” Sera traced fast circles over her nub. “I love the way your body gives away your arousal. Your lips swell and acquire the color of sweet, ripe figs; red patches appear on your cheeks and cleavage, and your breasts grow bigger and rounder.”

A moan escaped Rachel at Sera’s smoky, seductive voice.

“Are you going to come for me now, little princess?”

Rachel nodded. She was close, so, so close! She rotated her hips faster and squeezed her inner muscles. A powerful pleasure washed through her womb, though as strong as the feeling was, it wasn’t enough for Rachel to come. Oh, Goddess, she had to come! She couldn’t disappoint Sera. Not that Rachel didn’t want to come or that she wasn’t excited enough, or even that the vibration against her pussy wasn’t enough. Sera was what was missing for her. Sera’s hands, her voice, her skin…

“Please…help me!” Rachel swallowed down her desperate urge to weep. “I need you.”

The black dress fell to Sera’s feet as the sorceress rose, making Rachel swallow at the enticing sight. Sera went down on her knees before Rachel. Their breasts touched, and Sera’s warm breath caressed Rachel’s face.

“Are you mine, princess?”

A hot, liquid wave raced through Rachel’s womb at the sorceress’s low, rough whisper.

Sera traced Rachel’s cheek with her nose. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll give you whatever you ask from me.”

“Oh, Goddess, yes!”

With her fingers in Rachel’s hair, Sera pulled Rachel’s head back and stared into her eyes. “Tell me. I want to hear it!”

“I’m yours, Mistress. I’m yours by whatever means, however and whenever you want me.” A sob escaped Rachel as she became aware that she was saying the truth. “Oh, Goddess, I’m yours!”

Sera caught the end of the tube between her thighs and pressed her body against Rachel’s.

“Then obey and let’s come together!” Sera ordered, silencing Rachel’s sobs and whimpers with her mouth as they rocked together. Rachel surrounded Sera’s neck with her arms and held on to her while the sorceress took Rachel’s ass with both hands and pushed her closer. Sera’s warmth and the vibration on Rachel’s pussy took Rachel straight to ecstasy. As if Sera had been waiting for Rachel to come, Sera came right after. The sorceress’s long fingernails sank into Rachel’s ass cheeks as her muscles tensed and the woman’s long, tortured wail followed Rachel’s cry of pleasure.

Chapter Ten

Rachel sighed and turned around in her cage. From the bed another sigh sounded, almost like an echo.

“Are you going to keep turning around the whole night?” Sera grumbled.

“Sorry, I can’t sleep.” Regardless of how tired Rachel was, her mind just refused to shut down. Too much had happened this last week, and the Moon Festival was almost here.

A candle lit on the nightstand. Rachel gasped. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to the ease with which Sera used her magic. Sera mumbled something incoherent and covered her head with the blankets. Rachel covered her mouth to silence her startled squeal when the cage suddenly opened with a loud click. She stared from the open door to Sera’s still form under the blankets. Did Sera want her to come out from the cage, or was Sera just too asleep to know what she was doing?

“What are you waiting for?” Sera lifted the blanket. “Come here!”

Rachel didn’t need a second invitation. She rushed out of the cage and into the bed to snuggle close to Sera’s warmth.

“Turn around.” Sera waited until Rachel had turned around to spoon her from behind and hold her in a tight embrace.

Rachel stared into the candle’s dancing flame and tried not to think too much, except for how their naked bodies shared their warmth, and the way Sera’s silky skin brushed against her own.

“What is it?” Sera finally asked.

Rachel kept staring at the orange flame. “Aritz isn’t going to come back without the witch, is he?”

Sera embraced Rachel tighter and kissed her shoulder. “Probably not. If it’s true what I suspect and your brother has submitted willingly to the witch, then he’s the one who has chosen to stay with her. Some bonds are exceptionally strong and difficult to break.”

Rachel had been afraid Sera would say that. Being with Sera, feeling the freedom to submit to her and give over her whole being had opened Rachel’s eyes. Only a few days with Sera and Rachel was already bound to the sorceress in the most intimate way a human being could be tied to another. She could only imagine how strong that bond would be for Aritz, who had already spent weeks with his witch. A giant weight pushed Rachel down as she turned toward Sera. “If Aritz doesn’t come back, then I’ll have to accept his position as ruler.” Rachel tried to hold her tears back.

“Why would that be so bad?” Sera asked, gently removing loose strands of hair from Rachel’s face.

“People would expect me to be perfect, strong, smart, and always in control.” Rachel gulped down the giant knot in her throat as the expression in Sera’s beautiful eyes changed.

A queen was expected to order and rule, never to submit to another person, not even to a lover. If, after the Moon Festival, Aritz didn’t come back, Sera and she would never be together again. Sera couldn’t change what she was, and Rachel didn’t want to change her either.

A sad smile appeared on Sera’s face as she traced Rachel’s features gently with her fingertips. Sera’s touch was soft, almost reverent. Rachel’s lips still felt swollen from their lovemaking; however, when Sera bent toward Rachel, their kiss was mutual, tender, and nearly timid, as if this was the first true kiss they had ever shared. The princess in Rachel woke up. She slipped her hand between Sera’s coal-black curls to press her closer, and turned to position herself partially over Sera.

Their world reduced to the sounds of humid kisses and rustling bedsheets. Their nipples brushed against each other in light, almost ethereal caresses. Their soft feminine curves touched here and there like silk gliding against silk. They explored each other’s mouths with mutual abandon, sensuously, lovingly, starved, with their tongues moving in a slow, hungry dance that caressed and claimed at the same time.

When the sorceress’s pooling wetness branded Rachel’s thigh and Sera’s hot pussy rubbed against her leg, Rachel stifled a moan against Sera’s lips. Sera’s long fingers traced Rachel’s back, her fingernails leaving a sensual burn in their wake as they slipped downward toward Rachel’s ass to press their bodies closer together.

Rachel reached for Sera’s breast. The sorceress’s unusually long nipples offered a temptation impossible to resist. Rachel pinched them…hard. Sera’s whole body contorted with a gasp. Rachel smiled. Apparently, the sorceress enjoyed pain, and not only others’. Rachel lowered her head, sucking at the dark red nipple while she kneaded the firm breast. The wet sounds in the room began to mix with hoarse moans. Sera’s hips rose, higher and higher, pressing against Rachel almost desperately and leaving Rachel’s thigh bathed in sweet honey.

The tension grew, their bodies went taut, their breaths came out fast and shallow, but the friction wasn’t enough to satiate their need. Sera slid her hands between their bodies, one to her own cleft, the other one between Rachel’s slippery folds.

Never had a man been able to gift Rachel with so much pleasure using just his fingers. Rachel squeezed her inner muscles, becoming aware of the emptiness inside her. She wanted to feel Sera filling her like she had the night of the sacrifice.

Raising her head, Rachel looked into Sera’s slightly glazed eyes. “I’ve never needed someone else as much as I need you.”

Sera’s eyes focused, and a crooked grin appeared on her face. Claiming Rachel’s mouth, the sorceress rose to turn them around and change their positions.

“No!” Taking Sera by surprise, Rachel used her weight to turn them back again. Grasping Sera’s wrists, Rachel held them firmly against the pillow and sat down on Sera’s hips. “I want to be in charge!”

Sera stared at Rachel with dark eyes but kept quiet. Rachel tensed. Was Sera preparing herself to turn the tables and claim her power back? Rachel gasped when Sera’s nub began to grow between Rachel’s wide-spread thighs, pressing against Rachel’s pussy.

“But…!” Rachel couldn’t believe it. Sera had a cock again!

“I think Pan didn’t want us to forget him,” Sera said with a low chuckle.

Thank you, Pan!

They never broke their eye contact as Rachel rocked her hips to slip over Sera’s hard length. Sera was already coated with cream, making the long strokes silky and smooth. Rachel opened her mouth, astounded, as the big cock between her legs kept swelling and growing.

The message in Sera’s eyes was clear. “You want me? Take me!”

The challenge was there, and Rachel accepted without hesitation. “Hold on to the headboard. “

Rachel waited for Sera to follow her order before she positioned Sera’s cock at her entrance. She watched how Sera’s irises were devoured by her growing black pupils as Rachel lowered herself over the thick shaft inch by slow inch.

“So good!” Rachel moaned as her body stretched gradually to accept the wide girth. Their combined juices covered the cock. Rachel slid down in smooth, even motions; the length and girth wasn’t a hindrance, or not much, at least.

Should Rachel have been surprised when Sera’s shaft shifted once again, growing and adapting to her body? She didn’t have time to be surprised. The tip thickened. The round, satiny head stimulated Rachel’s pleasure point each time Sera pushed past the sensitive area. Throaty screams escaped Rachel’s lips at the intense feeling. Those inarticulate sounds betrayed Rachel’s loss of control, but nothing mattered right now except the connection Rachel shared with Sera and the way Sera filled and completed her.

Rachel undulated sensually over Sera’s shaft, taking all she could get and offering herself in exchange. Sera’s cock stretched Rachel’s inner walls, pushing through the natural resistance. At the same time, the hard surface seemed to caress and coax to gain entrance. Sera’s hands appeared out of nowhere, kneading Rachel’s breasts and rolling the stiff nipples between her fingers. A thrilling shudder traveled from Rachel’s nipples to her pussy. Her inner muscles tensed, tightening the grip on Sera’s shaft.

SERA COULDN’T STOP staring at Rachel. She was beautiful. Red locks surrounded Rachel’s flushed face. The girl hadn’t noticed how Sera had made her amazing hair grow back to its former length. Now the curls were falling over Rachel’s full breasts, covering them like a sexy curtain that only offered a tiny glimpse of her wonderfully pink nipples. The big white mounds bounced deliciously up and down as Rachel rode Sera with husky mewls. Rachel’s sensually undulating stomach shone with perspiration.

Sera reached between Rachel’s legs, slipping her fingers into the slick folds and searching for the tiny pearl that would give Rachel the last shove to reach the peak. Sera moved her fingers in fast, strong circles until she saw Rachel throw her head back with an agonized yelp. Just then, Sera pinched Rachel’s clit, transforming the cries into a long, nonstop howl while Rachel contorted over her in ecstasy.

“Hell!” Sera sank her fingers in Rachel’s soft waist and held the girl still while she raised her hips in strong, hard thrusts, pounding inside Rachel’s hot core as if their lives depended on it.

Sera could feel how Rachel’s muscles contracted around her shaft and squeezed the bliss out of her. Sera didn’t stop. The girl came, once and once again until her cries came out in sobs.

“You…are…mine!” Sera shouted while she pounded out her own powerful orgasm.

The pleasure spread through Sera’s veins like a flood, reaching even the last nerve ending in her body.

Everything went still. Only their forced breaths and the blood rushing in Sera’s ears could be heard. The need to keep connected to the princess made Sera aware that she hadn’t finished with Rachel yet, that her need to mark the girl was still there.

Raising her torso, Sera used their weight to throw Rachel over the bed without breaking their contact. The girl’s eyes widened when she felt how Sera’s cock grew even more.

“And now, little princess, let’s make sure you won’t forget who’s your Mistress!”

Chapter Eleven

Rachel’s eyes popped open as soon as she noticed the brightness in the bedroom. Damn! I’ve overslept! The other side of the bed was empty. She’d get another spanking for not waking Sera. A warm tingle spread through her belly at the idea. Then Rachel groaned as she turned to check the room. Her whole body hurt as if she had been training battle skills all night long with one of her father’s battalions.

Rachel smiled at the idea. She loved sparring with her guards; however keeping up with Sera’s lovemaking sessions was much better. More exhausting, yes, but also deliciously wicked, fun, and satisfying. Sera had kept Rachel awake the whole night, gifting her with one orgasm after another. That woman had the ability to make Rachel feel loved and cherished and at the same time sexy and sensual. Goddess, I love that woman! Oh, Goddess, I told her! Heat spread through Rachel’s face as she recalled the moment her feelings took over last night.

Rachel had been chanting Sera’s name the whole night long between pleas, gasps, and moans. Rachel could remember how her body seemed not to be her own anymore. Bathed in an endless pleasure, she had given herself totally over to Sera and the cravings the woman awakened in her. Then it had happened. Rachel blurted out her love. Everything had passed in just an instant, a moment when their eyes had met, making those strong emotions explode and burst out like lava from a volcano.

Rachel’s “I love you” had resounded between them, deep, desperate, and honest. Sera had thrown her head back with a long, tortured howl. The room had filled with their sounds of ecstasy while the world seemed to rock. Rachel’s core had exploded in light, and her whole body was bathed in an amazing, glowing warmth. Sera had gone lax over her, letting part of her weight fall over Rachel. Sera kissed Rachel’s tears one by one, and that was Rachel’s last memory before her world went black.

Now, Rachel tried to move. She had to get out of the bed. The light musical sound of chimes stopped her. Then the music stopped too. Had she imagined it? Rachel turned to the side. There was the tingling sound again! Rachel looked down her body and gasped. Her nipples were pierced, and from each piercing hung a beautiful, tiny gold bell. She touched each nipple carefully, afraid of the pain, but her nipples weren’t sore as she had expected. Was it her imagination or had her nipples turned more sensitive?

Rachel increased the pressure and squeezed the stiff tips. She closed her eyes in sheer bliss and her back arched. It was then that Rachel became aware of something else. There was another tingling sound! Oh Goddess! Sera wouldn’t, would she?

Rachel’s eyes popped open to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. Her fingers wandered down her body and into her hidden folds, finding two more tiny, round bells just above her small nub. Rachel was too afraid to look down. Using one hand to separate her folds and the other one to explore her new body jewelry, she noticed that the bells were so close together they’d be clashing one against the other each time she moved. Goddess, she was going to walk around like a damn musical instrument!

* * * * *

In the afternoon a bad feeling spread through Rachel’s stomach as she followed Sera up the narrow, twisted staircase. The sorceress’s cold demeanor had lasted the whole morning. She’d treated Rachel as if the night before had never happened. Was Sera putting her back into her place as a pet?

Forgetting her role as a pet was a bit difficult when Sera had Rachel walking around naked all day and ringing like a litter of kitties with bells. As if to confirm her thoughts, the bells chimed loudly when Rachel stopped abruptly to avoid crashing into Sera’s back. The sorceress took the key ring hanging from her waist and opened a heavy wooden door.

“Enter!”

Rachel rubbed her sweaty palms against her thighs as she passed Sera to enter the strange round room full of mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere: large, small, old, plain, some with artistically carved wooden frames… Whatever kind of mirror one could imagine was there.

“Go to the center and kneel on the footstool with your hands at your back.”

Rachel took her time to reach the large red velvet footstool. There was a strange atmosphere in the room, and Rachel’s feet seemed to resist going into the chamber, transforming each step into a giant effort. The whole scenario reeked like a trap. There was something about those mirrors Rachel wasn’t able to describe. They were magic mirrors. She was sure about that. A sorceress wouldn’t keep so many mirrors in the same place, much less keep the room locked, if not for a good reason. The question was, what kind of magic did those mirrors have, and did they all work in the same way?

Rachel reached the footstool in the center of the room, making sure to keep her gaze fixed on the ground. Perhaps that was the reason—maybe Sera wanted to see if Rachel had learned her lesson to always keep her eyes on the ground. Well, this time she would pass the test with honors. Rachel knelt and crossed her wrists at her back while keeping her head down.

“One of the biggest barriers between a pet and her Mistress are the secrets.” Sera walked slowly around the room, stopping at one or another mirror to take a look into it. “Once a pet accepts her Mistress, she renounces her right to keep secrets from her Mistress, whether they’re past, present, or future.” Sera stopped in front of Rachel. “And well, do you agree to reveal even your most intimate secrets to me?”

Keep your eyes cast down! Rachel chided herself in the last moment as she frowned. The bad feeling in her stomach grew. Each time Sera had asked for approval in the past, things had never been easy. A quick peek to catch Sera’s expression could give Rachel a clue; however, the whole speech could also be a trap to make Rachel break the rules. No, she wouldn’t look at Sera!

“Of course, Mistress!” Rachel bit her tongue as soon as the words left her lips. Damn! She hated not knowing what this was all about.

“Well then. Let’s see your naughtiest secrets, my little princess.” Sera leisurely approached the large golden mirror in front of Rachel. “Look into the mirror!”

What? The uncomfortable feeling in Rachel’s stomach expanded. Wasn’t she supposed to keep her gaze cast down? The sorceress’s order to look into the mirror wasn’t a good sign. Shit! Rachel followed Sera’s order and looked, somewhat afraid, into the mirror. She almost let out a deep breath as she saw only herself reflected in the mirror. Not that she liked to see how thick her thighs and hips were, but being honest with herself, Rachel had to admit that there was a certain kink in seeing herself vulnerable, naked and on her knees—especially since having her hands at her back put her round breasts enticingly on display, and those small golden bells hanging from her nipples and between her thighs didn’t look bad either.

“Do you want to start at the beginning or at the end?” Sera asked.

Rachel blinked, confused. “At the beginning?”

“The beginning it will be!” Sera hit the ground with her magic staff.

Voices and sounds filled the room, and images appeared in the background of the mirrors. Rachel bit her lip. Her mind took some time to discern that all those different scenes in the mirrors all showed the same moment and place, just from another point of view. They seemed somehow familiar, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. She was sure those images were related to her as soon as she recognized the kitchen, the maid, and the cook, although she had a strange feeling about them and didn’t know the reason.

Oh, Goddess. No. It can’t be! The moment Rachel saw herself stealing a cucumber and hiding the vegetable between the folds of her skirt, Rachel knew exactly what was about to happen. A hot flush spread through her body and covered her cheeks. Oh, Goddess, please don’t!

Rachel could only pray that the images would stop before Sera discovered what was about to happen next. However, nobody seemed to hear Rachel’s pleas. Rachel saw her former self running to the stables and hiding between stacks of hay. The young girl—how old had she been then? Seventeen? Eighteen?—looked through a small hole in the wooden wall. Powerless, Rachel saw the girl, herself, taking out the cucumber and raising her skirt.

In each mirror appeared different images from the same shameful moment. Rachel using the cucumber to pleasure herself. Sir Leylan as he spanked the handsome stable boy, only a bit older than Rachel had been then. Rachel’s face as she bit her lip, and red spots appeared on her cheeks. Sir Leylan as he threw the riding crop aside and opened his trousers… Even now, in her humiliating situation, Rachel had to admit how formidable those two muscled men were as they fucked.

“Well…that was unexpected.” Sera raised her eyebrows as the past Rachel bent over, pressing her lips together to stifle her sounds of ecstasy.

If Rachel thought everything would stop there, at the disgraceful scene of her release with the help of a cucumber, then the mirrors seemed to have other ideas about how much they wanted to humiliate her.

Rachel appeared nicely dressed in the mirrors as she walked into the dining room with a bowl in her hands. The family and a few guests were already sitting at the large table. Her father was talking with Sir Leylan when Rachel neared them and offered Sir Leylan the cucumber salad she had made especially for him, with a dreamy smile on her face.

Rachel peeked covertly at Sera. The sorceress ‘s eyebrows almost reached her dark hairline as she followed the scene in the mirror.

Oh, Goddess!

“I suppose there’s no need to explain why you’re getting spanked for your naughtiness, right, little princess?” Sera asked, staring incredulously at how Sir Leylan ate his cucumber salad, praising Rachel for its extraordinary rich taste. “Maybe we should start only with one spank for each of your naughty secrets. I’m beginning to get the feeling that there will be many more than I expected.”

The sorceress waved her hand. The scenes in the mirrors changed again. A colossal celebration in the castle gardens appeared. Rachel checked the image full of people. Everybody was drinking, dancing, and having fun. The celebration seemed to be one of the summer festivals her father organized every year. Noble families from all the surrounding lands were invited to these festivals.

Finally Rachel saw herself. She was fleeing into the woods, followed by her cousin Harald and their friends Antonius, Laura, and Cristobal. How old had she been there? Eighteen? Maybe nineteen? Blurred visions of what had happened that night filled her mind. It had been the night Sir Leylan had announced his wedding with a foreign girl. The night he had broken Rachel’s heart.

Nobody had known how much the announcement had affected their princess. Well, Aritz probably had, by the worried looks he had thrown at Rachel when Sir Leylan had kissed his soon-to-be wife to seal their announcement. Nobody else had suspected how much Rachel was suffering. She had hidden her pain behind her anger. Her fury was clearly visible in the images the mirror reflected now.

“Do you remember when we were only children and used this cabin to play queen and vassals?” Laura asked dreamily as she turned around in the small cabin Rachel’s father had built for Rachel at the seashore. “Let’s play once more. Maybe it will be our last time before we’re too old.”

“Of course I remember. You were always the queen,” Rachel huffed, regarding Laura. How stupid could that girl be to not see that they were already too old to play such silly games?

“Of course I was. I’ve always been the more sophisticated one of us.” Laura laughed.

Rachel’s eyes narrowed, the fury in her stomach roiling even stronger.

“You’re right. Let’s play,” Rachel agreed, smiling sweetly at Laura.

The stupid girl clapped her hands happily, and the boys moaned out loud.

“C’mon, you can’t be serious!” Antonius protested.

“Of course we are. I’m the queen and you’re my vassals!” Laura announced with her hands on her hips.

“Not so fast, my dear friend!” Rachel stopped Laura. “I’m the queen this time.”

“You can’t be the queen.” Laura’s eyes showed her disdain.

“Of course I can,” Rachel said, determined to put Laura in her place after years of bearing her abuses in silence.

“But—”

“I’m the king’s daughter, remember?” Rachel interrupted. The sweet smile on her lips faltered.

“And who am I supposed to be?” Laura raised her nose.

“My maid, of course.”

Laura gaped, horrified, at Rachel.

Harold clapped his hands, an amused gleam in his eyes. “Count me in for the game. I’m curious.”

Antonius and Cristobal shrugged their shoulders. Rachel seemed not to be the only one who thought that Laura needed to learn where her place was.

“I can’t be the maid!” Laura arrogantly stomped one foot.

“Yes, you can. I’m the queen, remember?”

“My father is a marquise; it would be humiliating to be a maid, even in a game!”

“I’m a princess, and I’ve always played the maid for you. Are you telling me that you did it to humiliate me?” Rachel asked as if she didn’t already know that Laura’s need to eclipse her had been the real reason Laura had always wanted to play queen and vassals.

“No! No…of course…not!” Laura sputtered anxiously.

“Well then, you’re the maid. My cousin Harald will be my king, my cheating spouse who pursues my maid’s ass, wanting to make her kneel before him to suck his splendid cock.”

“What?” Scandalized, Laura covered her red face with both hands.

“I knew I would like the game this time.” Harald chuckled.

“Let me give you some good advice, my dear Laura.” Rachel went to Laura and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek before she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “Run! Run as fast as you can, because the king is obsessed with you.”

Laura took Rachel’s advice to heart, running out into the forest as fast as she could. Harald followed behind, giving Rachel an amused wink before he disappeared.

“And us? What are we supposed to do now, my queen?” Antonius asked with raised eyebrows, while Cristobal waited with crossed arms.

“You’re my vassals,” Rachel stated as she sat down in the girlish throne her father had ordered for her playhouse, and raised her skirt. “Your mission is to go down on your knees and demonstrate to your queen how good you are at adoring her.”

Both men stared, bewildered, at the fire-red patch between her spread legs before slow smiles appeared on their faces.

“We’re at your feet, my queen!”

The room filled with the echo of Rachel’s past moans. Sera turned to Rachel.

“Interesting…” Sera tapped her chin with her long fingernails as she walked around Rachel. “I’ve got to admit that I never expected such dirty secrets coming from our prim and proper princess.”

Sera stopped in front of Rachel and traced Rachel’s half-open lips. “It makes me curious about what is going to come next.”

Rachel groaned as the mirrors left the images of the summer festival behind to show what had happened later that same night. Rachel’s reaction seemed to capture Sera’s attention.

The sorceress raised her eyebrows and turned to the mirrors where Rachel was slipping into a dark bedroom only slightly illuminated by the soft moonbeams coming through the window. “Isn’t that Sir Leylan in the bed?”

Rachel nodded, mortified. She could as good as admit to Sera the crush she’d had on that man when she was young. Both watched how Rachel let her nightdress fall to the floor before she got into Sir Leylan’s bed and knelt down between his legs.

“Who showed you how to suck cock?” Sera asked with a curious undertone in her voice as they watched Rachel’s tongue fluttering briskly around the top of Sir Leylan’s shaft, making him groan in his sleep.

“Almost every evening, Sir Leylan went to the stables and made one of the stable boys suck his cock before he went out to ride.”

“And you obviously followed Sir Leylan each evening and spied while he enjoyed one of those stable boys.”

“Yes,” Rachel admitted, squeezing her eyelids shut.

“You know…” Sera traced Rachel’s spine with her fingernails. “You’re extremely sexy when you turn into a seductress.”

The low, hoarse murmur accompanied by Sera’s hot breath on Rachel’s neck raised goose bumps on Rachel’s skin.

“Look at how nicely your breasts bounce when you ride a cock,” Sera said, her breasts brushing against Rachel’s back. “And look at that ass, so round, so delicious, so edible, and so wonderfully prepared to be fucked.”

Goddess! How is this woman able to arouse me even in the most humiliating moments? Rachel pushed her ass back to increase the contact with Sera and offered herself to the woman.

“Mmm…is it my imagination or does someone want to be fucked, little princess?” Sera chuckled as her hand slid over Rachel’s tummy to reach the apex of her thighs. “Oh, and look who’s all wet and slippery.”

Rachel moaned as the sorceress’s slender fingers found their way inside her folds.

“How does it feel to see yourself being naughty?” Sera asked, teasing Rachel’s hardening nub.

Great! Fabulous! Hot! Rachel admitted to herself as she saw her former self moving her hips over Sir Leylan and squeezing her breasts together. Sera was right. Rachel saw herself sexy as hell. She wasn’t paying any heed to Sir Leylan, who was slowly awakening and holding on to his pillow. No, seeing herself was what excited Rachel the most.

She could still recall that night, the arousal she had felt at taking Sir Leylan unaware in his sleep and taking what she had thought was hers. However, as much as fucking him had excited her, it was nothing compared to what she felt now, watching herself with Sera at her back and knowing that the sorceress would fuck her soon. At least, that was what Rachel hoped.

“Answer!” Sera slapped Rachel’s pussy.

“It’s arousing!” Rachel burst out.

“Do you wish he was here to fuck you?”

“No, it’s you I crave, Ser—Mistress.” There was no doubt for Rachel.

“How much?”

Rachel frowned. How could she explain how much Sera affected her? There wasn’t just one feeling. Her whole being seemed to crave Sera. Rachel ached for Sera’s touch with an urgency that took over all her control. Furthermore, she wanted Sera to own her, make Rachel feel she was hers, and that was something Rachel had never felt before. Yes, she had desired other people, but never enough to give herself entirely over to them.

“More than I’ve wanted anything else in my whole life,” Rachel admitted.

“Enough to take me in your ass?”

“Yes!” Rachel gasped. She had the need to feel Sera in all possible ways.

“Good, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do today.” Sera kissed her shoulder. “However, first comes your spanking!”

Rachel witnessed, wide-eyed, how Sera raised her arm and a leather paddle appeared in her hand. Oh, Goddess!

“Did you come on Sir Leylan’s cock?”

“Yes.” Rachel swallowed.

“Bend down on all fours, your ass raised high, your breasts free enough for them to move.”

Rachel followed Sera’s orders, falling down on her hands and spreading her thighs as she knew Sera liked.

“Twenty spanks. Count for me.”

Ouch! The first one took Rachel by surprise.

“One…two…three…”

Sera knew how to use the paddle. Not too hard, changing the strength and the target on Rachel’s ass, never letting Rachel predict where the next hit would land.

“Four…five…six…”

Some spanks hurt, some made Rachel’s core quiver and made her moan in bliss instead of pain. The tiny bells on Rachel’s nipples and pussy chimed and vibrated. Goddess! It feels so good!

“Seven…eight…nine…”

In the mirrors Sir Leylan was finally wide awake, holding on to Rachel’s breasts as he raised his hips with each thrust.

“Ten…eleven…twelve…”

Rachel’s awareness seemed to split between the present and the past, as if those two dimensions were overlapping and letting Rachel feel the combined pleasure.

“Thirteen… Oh…ohhh!”

Sera’s tongue and lips replaced the paddle.

Goddess, I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop!

“Fourteen!”

Two big tears rolled down Rachel’s cheeks. The paddle hurt, although not half as much as her need to come.

“Fifteen…”

Rachel tried to distract herself, looking into the mirrors. Big mistake!

“Sixteen…”

In the past, Rachel’s former self was throwing her head back as she contorted wildly over Sir Leylan, her loud cries of bliss filling the room while in the present Sera’s hand reached between Rachel’s thighs, searching her pussy.

“Seventeen… Please, Mistress, I need to…come!”

“No.”

Rachel groaned as Sera spread the thick cream from her pussy to her ass. Sera’s long fingers awoke a delightful sensation as they slid between Rachel’s buttocks. A finger pressed gently against the delicate rosebud, making Rachel close her eyes at the sweet penetration.

“Count!”

Rachel gasped; her pussy vibrated while Sera kept her finger inside her.

“Count!” Sera spanked Rachel a second time.

“Eighteen!” Rachel bit her lip. She knew by now that she could count only the last spank. If she forgot to count a spank, then Sera considered it Rachel’s fault.

“Nineteen…”

A second finger found its way inside Rachel’s ass.

“Twenty!”

“Open your eyes!”

Rachel obeyed. The mirror in front of her showed her past self persuading a guard to help her escape from the castle. The poor man was swallowing. His face was beet red as Rachel pressed her breasts against his arm and enclosed his cock with her small hand over his trousers. She remembered the guard. She had used her body more than once to get what she wanted from him. The man was easy to satisfy and usually required little more than her nipples in his mouth and her hands to jerk him off. Nevertheless, that wasn’t really what grabbed Rachel’s attention. It was seeing herself on all fours with the golden bells hanging from her full breasts and Sera nude at her back. Rachel wasn’t sure if Sera had used magic to get rid of her dress. She had been too distracted to notice, although either way, the woman was stunning.

Feeling Sera’s cock brushing the entrance of her pussy made Rachel purr. A large moan escaped Rachel as she pushed her hips back and Sera’s cock entered her slowly, stretching and filling her cunt. Yesss! Rachel’s walls clenched around Sera’s shaft. Sera retreated slowly, only to plunge back fast and hard, filling Rachel to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Rachel pressed her eyelids closed with a long moan. She felt like she was in heaven! Sera repeated the whole process again and again. Moving slowly, very slowly out, only to ram fiercely back in. Sweat moistened Rachel’s skin. The exciting tingle in her womb grew with each penetration.

Prickles of delightful pain covered Rachel’s scalp when Sera gripped Rachel’s hair and pulled her head back. Rachel’s eyes snapped open when Sera’s cock disappeared from her pussy and began to pulse against her ass. She’s going to do it! Rachel wanted to feel Sera in her ass, but what if it hurt?

“Relax!”

Rachel loved Sera’s firm voice when the woman gave an order. Rachel’s fingernails sank into the stool’s velvet padding. She tried to relax, but it was easier said than done. The mirror reflected her grimace as Sera’s cock pushed in gradually, stretching Rachel’s virgin ass inch by inch. Damn, it burns! Rachel’s ass was filled with fire, ice, and pleasure. Sera took her time but never stopped pushing in until her hips made contact with Rachel’s buttocks.

Sera kissed and bit Rachel’s shoulder gently, giving her the time she needed to get used to the unaccustomed invasion. The pain was so fine, so blissful that Rachel was divided between escaping or shoving her ass back and asking Sera for more.

“Now, hold on, little princess. I’ve been waiting for this moment for too long, and I love the way your face reflects your emotions.”

They looked each other in the eyes in the mirror. Sera straightened without letting Rachel’s gaze out of her sight. Sera’s fingers tightened on Rachel’s mane, and that was the last warning signal.

The whole tower filled with Rachel’s gasps and cries as the bells chimed with the rhythm Sera kept as she rammed inside Rachel’s ass. The mirrors reflected Rachel’s big breasts swinging back and forth with the sorceress’s thrusts and Sera’s smaller globes bouncing as she pushed into Rachel.

In the mirrors’ backgrounds, Rachel’s naughtiest moments appeared one after another. Rachel using a mask to enjoy Sir Leylan again at the winter ball; the twin bakers fucking and pleasuring her on their working table full of flour…

There was sex and pleasure inside of Rachel, outside, everywhere! Sounds, feelings, memories… Everything formed a mist of bliss where Rachel became lost. A fire began to build in Rachel as Sera pumped into her ass, and her nipples tingled with the sound of the bells. More than amazing, the bliss turned unbearable.

“Mistress…please!”

“You can come, little princess, with one condition.”

“Yes, Mistress?” Rachel panted.

“I want to hear you scream the name of your owner as you come.”

My owner? Heat erupted in Rachel like a volcano.

“Sera! Sera!”

“Mine!” Sera’s shout was filled with victory and possession.

Rachel came, wild and uncontrolled, as Sera kept pounding into her ass. Their bodies seemed to merge into one, the same way their cries melted together. Their gazes met in the mirror at the same moment as Sera’s hot cum filled Rachel’s ass.

Rachel was the first one to fall exhausted onto the footstool, but Sera came straight behind her, letting some of her weight rest on Rachel’s back.

Sera kissed Rachel’s back tenderly while her cock kept throbbing in Rachel’s ass. “Everything all right, little princess?”

“Mhm.” Rachel felt wonderful, too wonderful to move, to speak or to do anything at all. “Tell me you can take us to bed with your magic.”

Sera chuckled at her back. “Who said we’ve finished yet?”

Chapter Twelve

Sera looked through the window. The sun was about to reach the top of the oak trees. The king’s envoy was about to arrive. She had been very specific in her message about whom and when she wanted the person to arrive in order to give him the answer about Rachel’s preparation.

The chimes gave away how Rachel was shifting restlessly at Sera’s back. The princess knew Sera was planning something. Tomorrow would be the Moon Festival. The girl wasn’t dumb by any means and was probably afraid that Sera would have still a last ace up her sleeves, and that she would use it today. Rachel was right in being afraid.

Sera let out a heavy sigh. She hated the idea of what she was going to do. It was the best thing to do, the best thing for Rachel at least. Sera would miss the way Rachel awakened her each morning with her mouth. She’d miss the girl’s pigheadedness and pride, the way she submitted when they made love… Love? Sera pushed the word out of her mind. Yes, she would miss the girl, but there couldn’t exist anything between them. Rachel was the princess and probably the future queen. She needed a husband, not a sorceress who enjoyed making her walk around naked and scream her name.

Hooves sounded in the distance. Sir Leylan was about to arrive. Sera turned around and went to the shelves full of potions. She took one of the tiny bottles and stared at the label. Eternal love elixir. She was still in time to stop her crazy plan. But no, she couldn’t. If Rachel went to the Moon Festival, her life would be at stake. The I’maggus community wouldn’t take well to a human who wanted to cheat them. There were too many people at the Moon Festival and too many situations that could go wrong. Sera had to put her plan into action. Sera’s fingers tightened around the bottle as she turned to Rachel.

Rachel was waiting. The girl was on her knees, but her chin was raised high and her gaze directed at Sera. Sera didn’t need to be a telepath to suppose what was going on in Rachel’s mind. Rachel was prepared for the next test and was challenging Sera to bring it on. The front yard filled with the noises of horses neighing and the cries of a coachman bringing the carriage to a halt. Sera recognized Sir Leylan’s voice as he ordered the guards to wait for him. However, Rachel didn’t seem to notice who was about to reach their door.

“Your father’s envoy has arrived, it seems.” Sera strolled to the table.

“What for?” Rachel didn’t let Sera out of her sight.

“He comes for my answer, to confirm whether you’re prepared to come with me to the Moon Festival or not. The envoy has also brought your clothes in case you’ll go back with him.”

“In case? You’re still not sure about your decision?” Anger shone in Rachel’s eyes.

“I’m not the one who’s going to make the decision,” Sera said, trying to keep calm.

“Who’s going to decide my destiny then, if I may ask?” Rachel’s tone dripped with bitterness.

“You.”

“Me? I made my decision the day I crossed your doorstep naked.”

Sera nodded. “We can always change our minds, can’t we?”

“I won’t change my mind! You had a week and weren’t able to make me change it.”

“That’s true.” Sera raised the elixir before her eyes and rotated the tiny bottle in her fingers, inspecting the red liquid. “People pay fortunes for this love potion. Even so, I rarely sell this elixir to anyone.” Sera put the bottle on the table. “Only a few drops of this potion have the power to change people’s life. If you give it to someone, he will instantly fall in love with you. If you drink from the same goblet, your lives will be intertwined forever. Only death or a very powerful magic could break the spell. Imagine the possibilities. You could have the man of your dreams eating from your hand for the rest of your life with only four drops in his wine.”

Confused, Rachel stared at Sera. Someone knocked at the door.

“Open the door for Sir Leylan.”

The blood seemed to disappear from Rachel’s face.

“Sir Leylan?” Rachel stared, horrified, at Sera.

Sera tilted her head to the side. “Do you have a problem with that, pet?”

The knocking at the front door became louder.

Rachel swallowed. “You want me to open the door naked to Sir Leylan? With a dildo in my ass and the fox tail? ”

No, Sera didn’t want Rachel naked anywhere near Sir Leylan, but this was the last opportunity to push her over the edge and force her to give up her plans to go to the Moon Festival.

“He has already seen you naked, hasn’t he? What’s the difference now?” Sera raised an eyebrow.

Rachel’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Sera wanted to embrace the girl and promise her that everything would be fine…but she couldn’t. The only way to protect Rachel was for Sera to avoid giving in to her own urges and to stick with the plan. Sera crossed her arms and pressed her lips together.

Rachel nodded and went up.

“No. On your knees. Crawl to the door. You’re a pet. Behave like one!”

Rachel gulped as if she had a giant knot in her throat. Her beautiful blue eyes filled with hurt, but she went down on her hands and knees and crawled to the door.

Sera’s fingernails pressed into her palms. “Wiggle your ass and show our guest what a cute pet you are.”

A restrained sob escaped Rachel’s lips as she followed Sera’s order. Sera let herself fall into a chair, taking a deep breath. She needed to keep her calm demeanor. There was nothing fun in the humiliation she was making Rachel go through right now, nor was there any kind of thrill involved.

Rachel opened the door. The girl’s cheeks acquired a deep red hue as she stared at Sir Leylan’s shoes. All the voices outsides silenced. Sera made a mental note to weave a spell over the guards and the coachman before they left. Not one of them would remember that he had seen the princess crawling around naked.

“Sir Leylan! Welcome to my home!” Sera crossed her legs. “Please come in and forgive my pet’s lack of education.”

The redness on Rachel’s face went deeper and extended to her cleavage. Sir Leylan gaped from Rachel to Sera, as if he knew that he should be looking at Sera but couldn’t keep his eyes from the naked girl kneeling before him.

“Yes, eh…Milady…”

“Come in, come in.” Sera’s lips curved into a smile even when his hungry eyes on Rachel’s breast gave Sera heartburn.

Rachel retreated to let Sir Leylan in and closed the door behind him. Sera clapped on the arm of her chair to call Rachel to her side. Rachel immediately crawled to Sera, wiggling her ass like a cat in heat before a bunch of males. Sera couldn’t avoid the pride filling her. Even in her humiliation, Rachel acted like a proud queen. Sera just missed a purr from her wonderful redhead.

Sir Leylan followed Rachel, his insolent gaze never leaving the enticing swing of the fox tail. The prominent bulge in his pants clearly showed the direction of his thoughts. Sera’s fingers itched to take her magic stick and turn him into a mouse. Then they would see if he still liked fox tails as a tiny rodent! And wouldn’t it be entertaining if she shifted Rachel into a cat, so she could play with the vain man in mouse form? Sera was tempted to change her plan. At least they would have fun.

As soon as Rachel took her position, kneeling with wide-spread legs beside Sera’s chair, Sera caressed Rachel’s neck. The girl shivered and slightly closed her eyes. Damn! I’ll miss her!

“Please take a seat, Sir Leylan.” Sera pointed at the chair in front of her.

Sir Leylan’s gaze shifted hesitantly from Rachel’s pussy to Sera. “My king sent me to collect a message from you.”

“Oh, yes, of course.” Sera smiled invitingly.

Sir Leylan’s intense stare traveled deliberately to Sera’s cleavage. “Milady?” His voice dripped with male vanity.

Sera was sure he didn’t notice how her fingernails sank into the wooden arms of her chair. Conceited pig! There was something about him Sera disliked, and it wasn’t just his past relationship with Rachel. “Why don’t you take a seat, Sir Leylan? A visit such as yours is something worth enjoying for a while.”

“How could a man refuse such a kind invitation?” A lopsided grin appeared on his face as he turned to the other chair and got comfortable.

Too comfortable for Sera’s taste when he spread his legs and relocated the bulge in his trousers, obviously trying to catch their attention. How could Rachel be so obsessed with that man? He was a moron—attractive, but a moron nevertheless.

“Tell me something about you, Sir Leylan.” Sera playfully traced Rachel’s shoulder and arm.

“What do you want to know, Lady Sera?” Sir Leylan’s voice was hoarse as he followed Sera’s fingers with his gaze, fascinated as they reached Rachel’s breasts and the girl arched her back.

“Someone told me you’re married. Is that true?” Sera pinched Rachel’s nipple.

The girl’s moan resounded through Sera’s pussy, but she forced herself to keep her mind clear.

“Honestly? It’s just a marriage of convenience, nothing else.” Sir Leylan gave a dismissive shrug.

So much honesty would have surprised Sera, but Sir Leylan obviously thought that he would have an opportunity to fuck Sera and Rachel. All men are the same. Rachel stiffened at his words. Sera had been right. The girl was still in love with the moron. Nevertheless, it was one thing to suppose that Rachel loved Sir Leylan and another thing altogether to witness that love. Sera put her free hand over her heart to calm the pain.

“Why so? You’re still young and handsome, if I may say so,” Sera insisted, studying him under her eyelashes.

“My wife’s family has money and power. What man doesn’t want both of them?”

“I see. Was she the best option?” Sera asked.

“She was the best option with a family who was agreeable to our union.”

Sir Leylan had obviously tried out other options, but had been refused by the parents. Had he asked for Rachel’s hand too?

“But what if you fall in love with someone else? From what you’ve said, you don’t seem very attached to your wife.”

The more Sir Leylan said, the less Sera liked him.

“Love doesn’t matter; power does.” Sir Leylan licked his lips as Sera played with Rachel’s nipples, making the bells chime. “I know you’re able to understand me. You’re an exceptionally smart woman, Lady Sera.”

Too smart for you, that’s for sure!

“And if your true love had more money and power than your wife?”

“Probably her family wouldn’t accept me.” He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“But what if they accepted you? What if I could make them accept you?”

Sir Leylan’s sharp gaze flew to Sera. “There’re always means to get rid of a woman.”

“You’d kill her?” Sera raised an eyebrow.

“Not necessarily. I could always claim infertility or adultery to send her back to her parents.”

“You’re a cold bastard, Sir Leylan.” Sera gave him a smile of complicity. Does he really think I agree with all the shit he’s telling me? I’m a woman, for Goddess’s sake!

Sir Leylan shrugged. “I’m just a practical man. Why would I waste my time with that boring girl if I could have someone better?”

Sera seriously doubted that he would be able to love someone if he wasn’t under a magic spell. Her plan seemed to lose some of its brightness. Fortunately, she could always undo the spell once the Moon Festival was over.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Can I offer you a glass of wine, Sir Leylan? I want an excuse to keep you here a little while longer.”

“I’d be grateful for a glass of wine, but you don’t need an excuse. It’s my pleasure to spend time with you, milady,” he assured her with his gaze on Sera’s thumb as she pressed gently against Rachel’s lips.

Sera bent to Rachel and brushed the girl’s ear with her lips as she whispered to her. “You’ve heard him, little princess. He could be all yours. Only a few drops and he’ll fall in love with you forever. He’ll leave his wife to be at your side. It’s up to you now.” Aloud, Sera said, “You’ve heard our guest. Get up and bring us a goblet of wine, little pet.”

Chapter Thirteen

“You’ve trained her beautifully in only one week.” Sir Leylan’s gaze stayed on the fox tail as Rachel went to carry out Sera’s order. “One can only imagine what a male hand and longer training could accomplish.”

“The king told you about the training? I thought he wanted to keep it a secret.” Sera hid her disappointment. She had agreed with the king that nobody would know about this training. A father should know better when his daughter’s security and future were at stake. Sera had made an extraordinary effort to erase the memory from all the guards and servants who had accompanied Rachel to her doorstep, and had made them believe that Rachel was visiting cousins in New Antares. All that effort to protect Rachel seemed futile if the king went around telling people about the training.

“Eh…yes…yes, of course. It’s a secret, but actually I’m quite close to him.”

Sera narrowed her eyes at Sir Leylan as he paled. At Sir Leylan’s back, Rachel turned around with a strangled sound, but then she pressed her lips together and shook her head silently.

“Of course…I understand.” Sera smiled calmly at Sir Leylan and gave Rachel a concealed nod.

Something was off. What was he hiding? Sera studied Sir Leylan. He kept her gaze, unblinking. His posture was too tense for someone who told the truth and had nothing to conceal. His gaze shifted to her shelves.

“Are those your potions?” He rose and went to take a closer look at the bottles and jars.

“Yes.” Sera didn’t like him playing with her potions, but having him entertained gave her time to think.

His distraction came in handy for Rachel too. Sera’s stomach churned painfully when Rachel poured four drops of elixir in one of the two goblets. Things were going as Sera had planned, but now that Rachel had taken advantage of the opportunity to get Sir Leylan’s love, Sera only wanted to throw the elixir away, shackle Rachel to her bed, and turn Sir Leylan into a toad.

“I would be careful smelling at that jar, Sir Leylan, unless you want to get warts all over your body.” Her dislike leaked into Sera’s voice.

Sir Leylan dropped the jar hastily back into its place and returned to his chair. “And well, Lady Sera—“

“Your wine, my dear sir,” Sera interrupted him, pointing with her chin at Rachel. She wanted this whole situation to be over. The sooner he drank the love elixir, the sooner he and Rachel would go away, and the sooner Sera would be alone to lick her wounds. Everything else could wait. She could take care of Sir Leylan’s secret at another time.

Sir Leylan accepted the wine, brushing Rachel’s fingers in a delicate caress as he took the goblet. The hard grasp Sera had on the chair arms was so strong that her palms hurt. The pain felt good. Physical pain was easy to command. Sera ignored how Sir Leylan stared charmingly into Rachel’s eyes, and centered her attention on the goblet instead. Sera frowned. Rachel had carried the goblet in her right hand… Wasn’t the goblet with the elixir the other one?

There was nothing in Rachel’s face that betrayed the girl’s emotions as she brought Sera the other goblet. Was the girl so anxious as to mistake the goblets?

Accepting the goblet with a nod, Sera brought it to her nose and sniffed. Did the wine have a subtle smell of jasmine and vanilla, or was it just her imagination?

“It has the elixir you told me to use,” Rachel said with a straight face.

Sera took a deep breath to clear her mind. “Why?”

“You told me it was up to me if I wanted to use it. Why should I waste such an opportunity?”

“But…” Sera closed her mouth. The elixir was destined to join Rachel and Sir Leylan. Why would Rachel throw such an opportunity away? Sera was too afraid to analyze the reason of why Rachel had given her the elixir instead. She loves you. She already told you the other night. Could Rachel really love her?

Aware of Sir Leylan’s bewilderment as he followed their conversation, Sera ignored him. He was of no importance anymore. Sera was sure she would regret it later, but she brought the goblet to her lips and sipped anyway. The taste of vanilla, honey, and wine flooded her taste buds, and her stomach prickled with magic, just before a bright light exploded through her veins and made her heart beat faster.

Rachel’s irises grew wide in astonishment. Had the girl thought Sera wouldn’t accept her offer? Well, Rachel was wrong. Sera kept drinking. A love elixir wouldn’t change what she already felt for Rachel.

“Can I taste it?” Rachel asked, surprising Sera.

A warm feeling spread through Sera’s chest. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Rachel knelt down before her.

“It will hurt in the long term. Real life is a bitch.”

“It hurts already.” Rachel smiled sadly.

Yes, the girl was right. Sera’s heart and soul had ached for days. Sera offered Rachel the goblet with shaky hands. With the elixir, both of them drinking from the same goblet was a serious commitment. Rachel probably didn’t understand all the repercussions, but Sera did. There was no hesitation in Rachel as she swallowed down the rest of the wine. Sera took the goblet from her hands and threw it into the fire before she bent to Rachel and kissed her.

Hell, I love you, little princess!

Sir Leylan cleared his throat.

The moron is still here? Sera kept her gaze glued on Rachel as she spoke to him. “Thank you, Sir Leylan. You can tell your king that his daughter is going to stay with me for now.”

“What?”

Sera let out a deep sigh. “You came to pick up a message. This is my message: your daughter Rachel will stay with me for the time being.”

“Are you sending me home?” Sir Leylan’s voice was full of incredulity.

Sera raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re right. I can’t send you home without asking you a few questions first.”

“Are you joking? First you provoke me and make me hot, and now you want to ask questions? Either you go down on your knees and ask nicely while you suck my cock, or you can stick your questions up your ass!” Sir Leylan didn’t wait for an answer. His chair fell noisily as he stood up and stomped to the door.

“Not so fast, my dear Sir Leylan.”

“Fuck you, bitch!”

Sera flicked her hand. Sir Leylan froze in place.

“Sera?” Rachel bit her lip.

Sera shook her head. Rachel would understand what was happening as soon as Sera interrogated the man.

“Well…” Sera stood up. “Count yourself lucky, Sir Leylan, that I won’t stick anything into your ass.” She strolled leisurely around him. “But you’re going to answer my questions.”

Sir Leylan stared, clearly horrified, at Sera. His eyelids were as frozen as the rest of his face and body.

Poor boy! Did he really believe he could insult a sorceress without facing the consequences?

“Rachel, on the shelves is a yellow bottle with the label Moments of Truth. Bring it.”

Rachel brought the bottle but hesitated before she handed it over to Sera. “Are you going to hurt him?”

“No, but hold your breath till I’ve closed the bottle again.” Sera opened the cap and put the sour-smelling drug under Sir Leylan’s nose until his eyes turned glassy.

“And now, Sir Leylan, you’ll tell me what you know about Rachel’s training and the one who told you about it,” Sera said, closing the cap and giving the bottle back to Rachel.

Sir Leylan blinked. His face remained blank, but he was able to move his lips now.

“You’re training the princess to take her with you to the Moon Festival as your pet because she wants to rescue Prince Aritz.”

“Who told you?” Sera was almost sure by now that the king wouldn’t have betrayed his daughter in such a way.

“I don’t know.”

“Who told you?” Sera insisted.

“I don’t know!” Sir Leylan’s face contorted in pain.

“Are you hurting him?” Rachel asked.

Sera shook her head. “The drug makes him say the truth, but only the truth his mind knows. Whoever has been speaking with him seems to have put a spell on Sir Leylan’s memory. At least that would explain the pain and his lack of information.” Sera preferred not to talk about the obvious, that someone with magic had some kind of hold over Sir Leylan. The bad feeling in Sera’s stomach grew as she turned again to the man.

“Why did this person tell you about the training?”

“Because I’ll be the future king.”

Him? Future king? Shit! There seemed to be a conspiracy going on.

“Why will you be the king and not the other person?”

“He prefers to rule from the shadows.”

“I see. “ She had to discover who this “he” was. “And what happens with our king?”

“He’ll die after the Moon Festival.”

Rachel gasped.

“How?” Sera needed to be sure about their plans.

“Poison.”

“And his heirs?”

“They’ll never come out alive from the Moon Festival.”

Sera stopped breathing. There would be an ambush at the festival!

“Who else is involved?” Rachel inquired.

Rachel’s firm tone surprised Sera. Determination was written all over Rachel’s face. Instead of the frightened girl Sera had expected, at her side stood a woman who seemed able to command a battalion.

“I don’t know.”

“Who is helping you?” Rachel kept asking.

“I don’t know!”

“Who’s going to poison the king?” Rachel’s voice was steady despite the lack of real answers.

“A servant.”

Sera was divided between taking back the reins and letting Rachel continue the interrogation. The woman seemed to know how to question a prisoner.

“What servant?”

“I don’t know.” Sir Leylan blinked as if his eyes were burning.

“I don’t think he’ll be able to tell us anything else. The effect of the drug is already weakening,” Sera warned.

“Give him more.” Rachel offered Sera the bottle.

“Letting him smell it again will only make him fall unconscious,” Sera explained.

Rachel’s shoulders sagged. “What do you propose we should do?”

“First we need to get rid of him. Whoever is involved with him can’t know that we’re aware of the danger.” Sera scratched her neck.

“Are you going to kill him?” Rachel asked.

Sera shook her head and began chanting a spell.

“If you’re going to kill him you should… Oh!” Rachel gaped at the little black fur ball on the ground. “You turned him into a wolf cub?”

“I’m sure you understand that I couldn’t turn him into a grown wolf, my dear princess,” Sera said with more sarcasm than she intended.

“Of course not. But why turn him into a cub? I thought you’d kill him?”

Sera stared at Rachel. “And who’s going to clean up the blood and bury the body?” Sera shook her head. Killing him hadn’t even crossed her mind. She preferred to teach people a lesson, and anyway, one could never know if they would need Sir Leylan in the future.

Rachel snapped her mouth shut and stared at the growling little fur ball. “He’s cute. Are you going to keep him?”

Sera was beginning to understand men when they complained that they didn’t understand women. “No. I’ll send him to Alana. I’ve never known someone better at manipulating people’s minds. If someone can get more information out of Sir Leylan or restore his memory, then it is Alana. Afterward, she can teach him good manners and how to keep clear of new conspiracies.”

Sera bent to catch the cub. The little beast snapped at her with his tiny, sharp fangs.

“Bite me, and I turn you into a frog instead,” Sera warned the wolf cub, looking into his blue eyes. Rachel was right. The little guy was cute. Sera almost felt pity for him. Alana was sometimes unpredictable.

“For your own sake, Sir Leylan, hear me well. Don’t try to attack, deceive, or hurt Alana, because she won’t have any qualms about eating you, and I’m talking about literally eating you. Alana is a serpent-shifter, and you don’t want to make her angry and see her when she’s shifted, believe me.”

* * * *

The carriage with the cute Sir Leylan in his cage disappeared from Sera’s sight. She had sent Alana only a short message, but it would be enough information until Sera went to visit her. If Alana couldn’t get into Sir Leylan’s memories, then nobody could.

Sera returned to the tower and closed the door behind her.

“The guards are on their way with the fake message for your father. The carrier pigeon will arrive before them.” Sera left Rachel’s dress on a chair.

Rachel sat down and let her head fall into her hands. “Goddess! I can’t believe it. They want to kill Aritz at the Moon Festival and poison my father afterward!”

Sera didn’t remind Rachel that she, too, was on the list. “Get dressed. I’ll prepare the horses. The sooner you’re back with your father, the sooner I’ll be able to arrange Aritz’s rescue.”

“What?” Rachel raised her head.

“I told you to get dressed. You don’t want to ride all the way to the palace naked, right?”

“Why would I go home?”

“Why? Because you’ll be safer there.”

“Forget it!”

“What?” It was Sera’s turn to stare bewildered at Rachel.

“I can’t go home. I need to speak to Aritz more than ever. He’s in danger, our kingdom is in danger, and he isn’t aware of it.”

“You’re in danger. What part of ‘they’ll never get out alive from the Moon Festival’ didn’t you understand? There will be an ambush at the festival!”

“I’m aware of it, but now that we know the danger, we’ll be able to make a plan to prevent any harm. The Moon Festival isn’t only my opportunity to warn Aritz, but also to find the man or men who are planning the conspiracy against my family. We are both aware that Sir Leylan is little more than a pawn in their plot and that the only way to stop the danger is to find the mastermind behind it.”

Sera gaped at Rachel. Was this cold, brave, scheming woman the girl that only a few days ago had cried like crazy just because Sera had cut her red mane?

Chapter Fourteen

Sera smoothed down her skirt when the carriage stopped. They had arrived. The I’maggus community had celebrated the Moon Festival in those caves for centuries. Sera wasn’t sure how she felt about bringing Rachel with her. Well, yes, of course she knew! She wanted Rachel as far away from that place as possible—and the danger it represented. Too late now!

She took a peek at Rachel. The girl sat in front of Sera with her back straight and her chin raised high. Never had Sera seen the princess as pale as she was right now. With her shiny red lips, her amazing eyes contoured with kohl and painted in blue and golden hues, her pale skin made Rachel seem a goddess carved in marble.

The girl’s beauty was stunning. The skimpy golden bustier displayed Rachel’s pink nipples like ripe fruits. The daring skirt made with a golden see-through fabric not only showed more than it concealed, but had also a long slit in the front to make sure the heart-shaped patch of red hair over Rachel’s smooth pussy was as visible to everyone as her big, round breasts lifted by the bustier.

If they were at home, Sera would have been aroused just by seeing all that perfect creamy skin. Under other circumstances, Sera would be proud to display Rachel before her friends. Right now having to walk around with Rachel almost naked had Sera’s stomach churning.

Sera bent toward Rachel and gently kissed her soft lips. Rachel kissed her back, the hungry passion revealing the girl’s desperation. Rachel was afraid. So was Sera.

“We still have time to leave,” Sera said, even when she already knew the answer. Rachel hadn’t endured everything until now just to run home in the last moment.

“No.”

Sera nodded. She covered Rachel’s face and fastened the golden veil at the sides, leaving only Rachel’s eyes visible.

“Let’s go.” Sera stepped out of the carriage.

The giant gargoyles at each side of the entrance nodded in deference, and the large, heavy wooden door opened with a screech. Instantly, the music inside the caves reached Sera, wrapping her in a hypnotic haze that made her blood run faster and her body hum with the rhythm. Sera took a deep breath to clear her mind before she went into the cave.

The first hall was already filled with all kinds of I’maggus. Reaching out with her senses, Sera made sure that Rachel was following her as she was supposed to do. The loud music and people’s chitchat made it difficult to hear the tiny bells. Maybe Sera should attach the golden chain to the collar she’d put on Rachel’s neck earlier. Sera didn’t want to lose Rachel in a moment of carelessness, and the girl would probably feel more protected with the chain on.

Curious how sometimes the same thing that makes you feel humiliated can also make you feel secure.

The doors closed at their back with a loud thud, signaling there was no way out anymore. Whatever they did from now on would decide their lives. Sera turned to Rachel, taking her time to attach the chain to the collar so that Rachel could peek around and get used to the strange environment.

The big cavern was magnificent, with high ceilings and long, blue, glowing stalactites bathing everything in a mysterious light. Sera wasn’t going to tell the girl that the beautiful sapphire-like glow actually came from worms. Knowing Rachel as she did by now, Sera knew the girl would only get obsessed with the idea of those worms falling onto her nude skin.

Under her fingertips, Sera felt Rachel’s fast pulse and her slight trembling. Sera admired Rachel’s effort to stay brave even when she was scared as hell. The girl knew the danger she was in right now—or at least part of it—and even so, she accepted the risk because her sacrifice was best for the kingdom.

“Everything is going to be all right. Just keep your eyes downcast and never leave my side,” Sera murmured, wishing she was as confident as she sounded.

Rachel nodded, staring transfixed at a high platform to their right where a hairy troll was playing with his human pet. A large audience followed, full of obvious curiosity at how the woman tried to stay upright while the troll used his large fingers between her legs. By the way the blonde pressed her lips together and her knees seemed to give out under her, it wouldn’t take her much to come. Goblets clashed, and people shoved one another away as the audience tried to catch some of the large stream of liquid that suddenly burst out from the woman’s pussy.

Sera wasn’t as impressed as Rachel was by the display. Everybody in the I’maggus community knew that faeries, trolls, and dwarfs considered a woman’s cum a delicacy—and of course, everybody used that knowledge in negotiations with them.

“Let’s go. We need to cross the tunnels to reach the main hall,” Sera said when a wizard strolled toward them with his lecherous gaze fixed on Rachel’s stiff nipples.

The wizard wasn’t the only one whose attention was on Rachel’s sensual curves. Not that the attention Rachel was raising came as a surprise to Sera. Human women with generous curves were highly appreciated as pets by the I’maggus community. If those women were as beautiful as Rachel, had skin as white and perfect as porcelain, and had special traits like large pink nipples with bells and a fire-red patch over their pussy, then those pets became an object of desire.

Sera had made sure Rachel’s beauty would be exposed and enhanced because the more eyes that stayed on Rachel, the more difficulty the traitor would have kidnapping or killing her. Sera would probably receive more than one offer to buy Rachel before the night was over, but now was not the moment to begin wasting their time just to convince the wizard that Rachel wasn’t for sale. They still had to go through the tunnels and three other halls before they reached the main hall.

Sera headed to the archway entrance that gave way to the tunnels. An elfin waiter neared them to offer his drinks, but Sera didn’t take the time to stop. They had to move fast if they didn’t want to give people the opportunity to hold them up.

* * * *

The tunnels were quite small, but the size didn’t hinder people from using hidden corners or wider parts to rest, chat, or enjoy their pets. Through the mirrorlike reflection of a huge stalagmite, Sera verified that Rachel was keeping her eyes down and following exactly three feet behind her. Good girl! Even scared, Rachel remembered her lessons. As always, when Rachel was afraid or nervous, her fingernails bit into her palms and her breasts rose with fast, short breaths. Tenderness filled Sera’s heart. The girl reined in her emotions by controlling her breath.

Sera ignored the people they passed on their way to the main hall. She wasn’t interested in them as long as they didn’t represent a danger. Usually, Sera would have taken the time to enjoy some of the scenes they found as they walked through the tunnels. There was a certain kick to being a witness to other people’s pleasure, but today she only wanted to reach her family and ensure Rachel’s security.

Desperate sobs reached them long before they arrived at a wider section of the tunnels. Sera tensed. At her back, Rachel shortened the distance between them. They found a male pet surrounded by three cackling harpies. Rachel faltered as they passed the sobbing young man. He was hanging from the ceiling, and the harpies took turns to make him spill his seed with their talonlike hands. Sera understood his suffering immediately. The harpies didn’t give him time to recover. They pumped and pumped while holding his balls and never letting his thin, large cock slack off.

“Are you going to come one more time for your mistresses, baby boy?” one of the harpies asked, paying no heed to Sera and Rachel as they passed at their side.

“Everything you want, mistress!”

“Why, baby boy?” another harpy teased in a screeching singsong voice while she grasped his buttocks.

Sera shuddered in disgust at the unpleasant screech, but the slave’s answer seemed to appease Rachel.

“Because I love you, mistress; because I’m yours to do with as you wish!”

They left the harpies and their pet behind and continued on their way to the main hall. Sera stopped at the top of the ancient rock staircase from where she could see the whole cave. Behind her Rachel gasped at the view. “Goddess! There’s enough space to build my father’s palace in its center!”

“The main cave covers the whole inside of the mountain,” Sera explained, studying the space below. Nothing seemed out of place. There were bonfires everywhere, pets fucking or being tortured inside huge circles traced on the floor, troubadours telling their tales, singers and dancers entertaining the audience sitting at tables. The people’s joy and the festive atmosphere told Sera that the celebration had begun a good while ago.

“It doesn’t seem like a cave! There are trees and grass, and there’s a cascade and a lagoon.” Excitement tinged Rachel’s voice. “It’s impressive!”

“There’s a legend about this place. It says that at the beginning of humanity, the mountain had been an angry volcano under the magical influence of a spiteful dragon king who used the volcano’s eruptions to punish and terrorize the villagers living in the surroundings.” Sera pointed with her chin to the hole in the ceiling.

“I can see the stars from here! We’re in a real volcano? Well, you know what I mean. What happened?” Rachel asked.

“The dragon fell in love with one of the virgins that the villagers offered him each full moon as sacrifice. He extinguished the volcano’s fire and changed the volcano’s insides into a secluded and protected paradise for his human love.”

“Wow! I’ll have to find myself a dragon king. I’d love to live in a place like this.”

Sera arched an eyebrow at Rachel. “I’ll have to revise the love potion. I’m getting the impression that it doesn’t work as it should.”

The golden veil rose slightly at Rachel’s huff. “I didn’t say I wanted to fall in love with him. Be honest. Wouldn’t you love to have such a place for yourself? And we could always play with him together.” A sassy sparkle appeared in Rachel’s eyes as her voice dropped into a husky whisper. “I’d love to see his face when he sees your shaft grow, and I’d love even more to know that I’m the only one who’s going to fuck you.”

Sera clenched her hands at the warmth speeding through her. Now wasn’t the moment to get carried away by an impulse. They needed to either get out of here or reach her family.

“Are you already giving me ideas? I thought I was the one deciding who’s going to fuck whom. Maybe I should show you your place as soon as we reach my family. I’m sure people will enjoy your cute mewls while you come for me.”

With the veil, Sera couldn’t see the blush on Rachel’s cheeks, but she loved how the blue in Rachel’s eyes darkened. She took a step toward Rachel.

“Sera!” Rachel’s cry came out strangled, but she didn’t move when Sera reached her goal between Rachel’s thighs with her fingers.

“Yes, pet?”

Rachel opened her mouth, but a moan escaped instead of the complaint Sera had expected. Sera removed her hand and studied the thin glistening web between her fingers.

“Seems as if you were already prepared to take part in the celebration.”

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” Rachel asked with glassy eyes.

“Maybe, or maybe I’ll wait until we’re back home to show you that you’re mine alone.” Sera preferred not to remind Rachel that it would be too dangerous if both of them took part in the festivities, nor did she want to consider the fact that Rachel would probably go straight back to the palace after the festival.

“You should know by now that I’m yours,” Rachel whispered.

Sera took a deep breath and turned her back on Rachel. “It is said that when his mortal love died, the dragon king’s agony was so terrible that he cried until he transformed into stone, and the tears over his loved one’s grave created the crystal-clear lagoon in the center.”

“How sad.”

“Beautiful and heartbreaking. Take a look at the waterfall. What do you see?”

“It seems like a dragon crying. The water seems to flow from his eyes!”

“Yes. I’ve always wanted to believe that the legend was true,” Sera admitted. “I don’t know if you can feel it, but there’s a magical energy flowing through the whole mountain, which is also the reason the I’maggus community has used these caves for our most important festival for centuries.”

“I don’t know if it is the same as you feel, but yes, there’s something special about these caves.”

Sera looked through the hole above their heads to check the position of the full moon. There was a slight halo of light announcing that the moon would be soon visible through the opening, but it would take some time before it reached the center of the cave and thus the moment when the festival reached its peak.

Great! They’d have enough time to socialize, go to her family’s table, and find Aritz and his witch among all the guests. Sera and Rachel couldn’t go directly to them without gaining the witch’s attention, nor would it be prudent to center other people’s attention on Rachel and her real identity. However, the biggest danger was Sir Leylan’s secret master.

“Are you sure you want to continue with this senselessness?” Sera asked without turning to Rachel.

Rachel’s breathy “yes” told Sera that the princess wasn’t as sure about her decision as she wanted to appear.

“We could still go back to one of the other halls and try to stay unnoticed. Once the moon has passed over the mountain, we’ll be able to go out of here without raising any suspicion,” Sera insisted.

“I can’t. Aritz is my brother. He’d have done the same for me.” Rachel’s whisper was almost inaudible.

Sera let out a deep sigh. “Don’t speak again unless asked to do so, and don’t try to search for Aritz. People will notice if you don’t look down as a pet is supposed to do.” That would probably be the last of their concerns once they began to mix with the crowd and were compelled to participate in the games and sacrifices, but Sera didn’t mention it. “Nobody should be able to recognize you with the veil covering your face.”

* * * *

With a courteous smile pasted on her face, Sera went through the crowd, stopping here and there to greet, accept false, flattering comments, nod at a piece of gossip, and laugh at bad jokes. No matter if they were wizards, witches, sorcerers, faeries, or other I’maggus, everybody seemed to be enjoying themself, and nobody seemed to be paying too much attention to others.

Everywhere, people were dancing, drinking, eating, laughing, and playing with their pets or slaves as an offer of pleasure or pain to the Goddess. Sera had already lost count of the times she had been asked about an opportunity to play with Rachel or to exchange Rachel for another pet for a while.

Sera knew she had to involve Rachel in at least one of the offerings with other pets or give her over for a while to another owner. Those were the customs; it was the owner’s sacrifice. If you didn’t want to share or offer your pet’s pleasure-pain to the Goddess, you didn’t bring her with you to the Moon Festival. The rules were as easy as that, but for the time being, Sera only smiled at those proposals and either changed the subject or found an excuse to go somewhere else. Her goal was to reach her family and make the offer inside her family’s circle. Her aunts, sisters, and cousins would help to protect Rachel and Aritz. All of them were sorceresses, and with all their power united, they were a force to be reckoned with.

A weight lifted off Sera’s shoulders as she saw Aritz with his witch not far away from her family’s table. He seemed to be in a healthy state. His muscled body was only covered by a short quilt as he knelt beside his owner in a perfect submissive pose. Only his clenched jaw betrayed that he wasn’t as submissive as he appeared to be. Sera was curious. What kind of hold did the witch have over him? Why didn’t he just try to escape? The witch seemed to be quite young and still not in her full power.

Taking a goblet from one of the waiters, Sera walked to the table where her whole family seemed to be waiting for her. She loved her family! Despite having only talked with two of her sisters yesterday night, her other sibling, her three aunts, and her seven cousins were here to support her. They had even taken a second table so that everybody could stay together. Sera was sure it probably hadn’t been easy for all of them to come. It was in fact the first time that the whole family would be here, at the festival, together.

The place was perfect. The tables they had chosen would give her the opportunity to keep an eye on Aritz and his witch without raising suspicions.

“Sera!”

“Lord Santini!” Sera forced herself to keep smiling as she turned to the old wizard. Shit! The geezer seemed to be heading in the same direction as she was.

“I see you’ve got yourself a new pet, Lady Sera.” The wizard threw a lecherous glance at Rachel’s beautiful breasts. “Can’t wait to exchange our pets tonight. Or perhaps we could play all together?”

Sera had to bite her tongue. Did that old fart really believe she would let him touch Rachel or herself? Her fingers closed tighter around the chain as she felt the pull. Damn, Rachel! Keep quiet! Rachel had taken at least one step backward.

“You’ve already given over your pet to someone else?” Sera asked. If she was lucky, she would get a good excuse and wouldn’t need to deny his offer directly. The old wizard could be a problem if he insisted.

“Oh, no. My pet is just here at my side.”

“Jeffer?” Sera pressed her lips together as she stared at the bony man standing beside Lord Santini. “Your servant?”

“Yes, of course! But he isn’t my servant anymore. He’s my pet now.”

“Since when? It was just a week ago that you sent your carriage to me, and Jeffer was there as a coachman.”

“Well, that was the other day. Today he’s my pet. Any problem with that?” The wizard raised his thick gray eyebrows.

Yes! Of course Sera had a problem with him and his servant trying to cheat so they could fuck other people’s pets. The old geezer had probably mishandled his pet so much that the poor thing couldn’t come to the festival. Everybody knew that the wizard liked to play hard with his pets, and that most of them either escaped or disappeared. Rumors were that his backyard was full of the buried skeletons of his pets.

“Why would I have a problem with that?” If she said otherwise, Lord Santini would cause a scene and that would raise attention over Rachel.

“We could exchange our pets right now and later have a foursome if—”

“Lord Santini!” A young sorcerer arrived at their side with a big grin and embraced Lord Santini effusively as if they were old friends.

“Lord Russell!” The old wizard didn’t seem too happy about the interruption.

Sera let out her breath.

“Excuse me, my lords, but my sister Rosaura is calling me.” Sera didn’t wait for an answer. She raised her hand to answer Rosaura’s greeting as she moved toward the table. Sera needed to arrange Rachel’s participation within the family’s circle before Lord Santini came back to claim Rachel for himself.

“Sera, baby!” Aunt Maggie hugged Sera. “I’m so glad you’ve arrived. Is everything all right?”

“Not so much. Is the circle ready?” Sera took the empty place beside her sister Kendra, giving only a short glance at Rachel as she pointed to the ground. “On your knees.”

If she could have, Sera would have gone directly to the circle, but she couldn’t raise too much attention. Everybody greeted her. Sera looked around the table. As always, all the females of her family sat at the long table, and their pets either knelt at their side or stood behind them. Her uncle Roberto winked at her. Sera smiled back at him. Both of them knew he would be punished later by her aunt for his audacity to raise his eyes, but he loved these kinds of excuses to get himself a good spanking.

“What has happened?” Aunt Maggie asked.

“Lord Santini stopped me on my way here. He insists on an exchange of pets.”

“Ewww! That disgusting old hag? I saw him earlier. His new pet is as disgusting as he is.” Her cousin Leora wrinkled her nose.

“He can forget it!” Cousin Stella exclaimed, outraged.

“The circle is prepared, and we’ve woven the protection spell around together to make it stronger.” Kendra bent toward Sera to embrace her.

“Open or closed?” Sera kissed Kendra’s cheeks.

“Closed, of course. Only those we allow and invite can enter our circle.”

Sera’s lips curved. This was her family! They couldn’t live together without causing havoc, but they were always there when she needed them.

“Thank you, Sis.”

Kendra waved her hand dismissively. “Knowing that Enya would bring her pet was incentive enough to come. Imagine the fun I’ll get from seeing her face when her pet gets to fuck yours!”

Sera glanced at her sister Enya. There she was with her warrior Hagan kneeling proudly at her side. All the females in her family preferred pets with strong characters. There was no thrill in making someone weak submit.

“Hagan will take part in the circle?” Sera asked, surprised. Everybody knew that he only got an erection with Enya, and that Enya was too possessive to share him.

“Yes! Imagine!” Kendra chuckled.

Enya raised an eyebrow. “I said that he would take part in the circle. I never mentioned that he would be fucking Sera’s pet.”

Kendra crossed her arms. “How can he be taking part in the circle if he’s not going to fuck anyone?”

“Oh, don’t worry. He’ll know how to make Sera’s pet scream in pleasure, but I’ll be the one to fuck him when his part of the offering is done. His cock is and will always be mine.”

Hagan’s shaft awoke at his mistress’s determined words.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” Kendra protested.

“You’re not going to explode again, are you?” their cousin Noreia asked, earning herself an annoyed glare from Enya. “I’d prefer if you didn’t blow up this cave with us inside.”

“Nothing is going to explode!” On Enya’s cheeks appeared two red spots.

“The first time you fucked with Hagan, the inn’s whole barn burned down,” Noreia reminded Enya.

“That… It…it was the first time! I didn’t know that the energy flowing between us would be so powerful,” Enya protested.

“You knew how powerful it was when Aunt Maggie’s carriage exploded,” Rosaura said.

“That was three months ago!” The red spots on Enya’s face grew.

“Well, last month Adara had to change all her windows because someone broke them into shreds screaming out her bliss.” Kendra pointed at their cousin Adara, who chuckled.

Suddenly the faces at the table turned serious, looking at Sera’s back. Sera stiffened. Something was happening.

“Don’t turn around, Sera,” Aunt Maggie said. “Lord Santini is coming.”

“We need to get Rachel into the circle! I won’t share Rachel with him, and he wants a foursome with me too.”

The females at the table shuddered while their male pets frowned and tensed. Everybody knew that their submissiveness ended where their need to protect their mistresses began.

“We’ve taken care of everything, Sera baby.” Aunt Maggie squeezed Sera’s hand before she turned to the women at the table and a cold mask covered her face. “Enya, Kendra, Noreia, take your pets to the circle. Rosaura, go and win time with Lord Santini. Sera, to the circle! The rest of you keep speaking and laughing. Your pets can go into the circle later. We don’t want to raise suspicions. People don’t need to know that we’re protecting one of our pets.”

Aunt Maggie’s change didn’t take Sera by surprise. All the women in her family were dominant. That was the reason they couldn’t spend too much time together. Right now, her aunt’s dominance was welcome. With Aunt Maggie taking care of everything, Sera could take care of Rachel.

Sera unhooked the chain from Rachel’s collar as they stood before the huge circle her family had drawn on the ground and surrounded with white candles. Sera wished she had more time to calm Rachel before the girl entered the circle.

“The circle is protected by a spell. As long as you’re inside, nobody from the outside can reach or hurt you,” Sera explained.

Rachel nodded, but a fine sheet of perspiration covered her skin.

“The candles around the circle mean that this is a closed circle and only those who are invited can enter. We’ll try to keep the circle strictly for our family members and their pets. If someone else enters, keep always with the family pets, but don’t forget that you’re a pet too. Don’t resist, and Rachel…” Sera waited for Rachel to look at her. “Enjoy. If your pleasure pleases the Goddess, she’ll be at our side tonight.”

Sera raised the veil enough to kiss Rachel. Their lips pressed gently together as Sera’s tongue tenderly explored the sweetness of Rachel’s mouth. I love you! She wished she had told Rachel before they came here.

“Now go inside the circle and dance.” Sera swallowed at the roughness of her voice.

Rachel hesitated.

“Go!”

The moment Rachel entered the circle, Sera let out a deep breath. For the time being Rachel would be safe.

“Lady Sera?” Hagan and his brother Jari appeared at Sera’s side.

“Yes, Hagan?” Sera asked as they followed how Rachel began to sensually rotate her hips in the center of the circle.

“If you must let Sir Santini’s pet go inside the circle to keep things calm, don’t doubt. We’ll keep him away from your girl.”

“Thank you, Hagan.” Sera looked up at him. She still couldn’t understand how her cute little sister had been able to turn the fierce, giant warrior into her pet, but so had Rosaura with his brother Jari.

“His pain will be our pleasure,” Jari said with a grim smile.

Sera nodded and turned again to the circle. Rachel’s blue eyes were fixed on Sera, reminding her that Rachel was hers—hers to love and hers to protect.

Chapter Fifteen

Taking a sip from her goblet, Sera watched how Rachel rocked her hips, enjoying her position over Hagan’s face while Jari sucked her nipples. As Enya had promised, Hagan didn’t fuck Rachel, but hell if he didn’t make sure that Rachel found her pleasure, and his brother Jari was helping him.

Seeing the red patches of arousal on Rachel’s cheeks and breasts made Sera want to push everybody away from Rachel and fuck her then and there to remind Rachel who her owner was. Rachel’s owner? Sera gulped down the rest of the wine. She detested remembering that she wasn’t really Rachel’s owner. Rachel was a princess, and as such, she had her own duties to fulfill. Sera touched the little bottle hidden in her skirt. At the end of the night, she would give Rachel the potion to reverse the love spell. Sera hadn’t spoken with Rachel over it, but both of them knew that Rachel had to go back to her father’s palace, and her return would be much easier if they broke the bond the love potion had built. Sera didn’t want to think about how much it would hurt to lose Rachel.

By now, almost all the family pets were in the circle. Some had already come once; others seemed to prefer a slower pace. Usually the male pets were the ones who tried to go slower, knowing they’d have to endure the whole night. Right now, the whole offering was about pleasure. It wasn’t until later, when some of their mistresses stepped in, that the offering of pain would begin.

Sera studied the spectators surrounding the circle, encouraging the pets to do this or that. Was the traitor among them? Would he try something when Rachel was in the circle? The protection spells were all in place. To break them would take a lot of power and also time; and even so, all of Sera’s family was here to protect Rachel. Nothing would happen to her.

Cold gray eyes stared at Sera, full of hatred, from the other side of the circle. Lord Santini. Sera’s skin prickled under his venomous glare. He was obviously angry that he couldn’t put his hands on Rachel, but all that hatred directed at Sera was only because he couldn’t fuck her pet? He was too old to be the traitor, wasn’t he?

Sera looked inadvertently around to search for Aritz. He was still kneeling at the same table with his witch. They were about thirty feet away. Sera took a closer look at the witch sitting besides Aritz. The witch wasn’t as young as Sera had thought at first, but a witch in her twenties was still considered young, and this one seemed also to feel quite awkward sitting at the table with her fellow witches.

Sera narrowed her eyes to concentrate her sight on the witch’s aura. Blues were mixed with reds, revealing that the witch probably had more power than she appeared to have but that she still didn’t have control over those powers yet. The yellow streak in her aura made Sera consider that there were perhaps other ways to get Aritz back without risking the anger of the witch. The woman was young and seemingly easy to irritate. It wouldn’t be difficult to make her lose her control, but at the same time the yellow in her aura gave away that she was able to listen when others spoke and to think rationally when needed.

Pressing her cold palm against her forehead to stop a sharp headache, Sera winced. Reading auras always gave her pain. There was only one thing left to do, and it was to speak personally with the witch. Both Aritz and the witch needed to know about the danger they were in, and Sera preferred to do it while Rachel was in the circle.

“Is it all right if I go away for a little bit?” Sera looked at her sisters.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go into the circle to take control of them,” Enya said with a wink. “I’ll keep Rachel distracted for a while.”

“Thanks, Sis. It won’t be for long.”

“Oh, don’t hurry. I usually prefer males, but I love your girl’s curves and her face when she wants to come but needs a little bit more.” Enya chuckled.

“Goddess! Now I understand why they call it sacrifice and not just offering. I only want to go into the circle to fuck her myself!”

“You’ve fallen hard for this girl, haven’t you?” Rosaura asked. “I’ve never seen you like this with another pet.”

Sera took a deep breath. “Yes.” There was no sense in denying her feelings before her sisters.

Rosaura embraced her. “Well, now you’ll be able to understand why we don’t like to come to the festival.”

Yes, she absolutely understood her sisters.

“Go and do whatever you need to do. We’ll take care of your girl,” Enya said.

Sera stood up and went straight to Aritz and his witch while she thanked the Goddess for the family she had.

Rachel took a goblet with water as she sat down beside the witch. “Is this pet yours?”

Aritz back straightened as soon as he heard Sera’s voice. Sera sighed as she realized that he kept his eyes on the ground. His sister could learn a few things from him.

The witch stared from Sera to Aritz as if she wasn’t sure what to answer. “Yes, he’s mine.”

“He’s handsome.” Sera put a finger under his chin to make him look up into her face.

There was recognition in Aritz’s eyes. He knew her.

“We need to talk. You’re in danger.”

“Who are you?” The witch glared angrily at her.

“I’m his sister’s mistress. And no, I’m not interested in him,” Sera said, offering the witch her hand.

The witch glanced from Sera’s hand to Aritz. “He’s in danger?”

“Both of you are. There’s a conspiracy against the king, and someone is planning to kill Aritz and Rachel tonight, and afterward, they’ll poison the king.”

“What?” Aritz jumped to his feet with clenched fists. “Who’s the traitor?”

“I don’t know. Sir Leylan was involved, but part of his memory had been erased.”

“I’ll kill him!” Aritz growled.

“Forget Sir Leylan. A friend of mine is taking care of him. Right now we need to find a way to get you and Rachel safely out of here.”

“That’s not a problem. Miriam can get us out of here.” Aritz looked at the witch.

“He’s right. I can get all of you out of here, but only one at a time,” the witch warned.

“How?” Sera asked.

“Dimension jumping.” The witch shrugged.

Sera had heard about such abilities but had never known someone who was actually able to confirm they really existed. “How long does it take?”

“A few minutes for each one, but I’ll need to recover if I have to travel more than two times,” the witch said.

Sera nodded. “I can stay with my family. Maybe the traitor will expose himself after seeing how you disappear with Aritz. We should go to—”

A loud explosion resounded. People screamed. Aritz stood immediately before the witch, protecting her with his body. It took Sera only a blink to figure out the origin of the explosion. Her family’s circle!

“Rachel!” Sera didn’t wait to see if Aritz followed her.

Enya had exploded the circle. The barrier protecting Rachel was broken. Sera needed to reach Rachel before the traitor did!

The screaming people running in the opposite direction bumped against Sera, shoving her backward. Sera’s shoulders and chest hurt from the continuous impacts. It didn’t matter. She had to reach Rachel. Another person ran into her, throwing her backward. A strong arm held her against a muscled chest.

“Hold on to Miriam. She’ll take you forward!” Aritz’s voice thundered in Sera’s ears.

Gentle arms embraced Sera, and the world began to spin. The dizziness finished as soon as it began. Sera blinked. She was standing at her family’s circle, and Miriam was standing beside her.

“Sera!” Rosaura appeared at her side. “I’m so sorry!”

“What happened?” Sera’s stomach threatened to rebel as she saw the chaos around her. Hurt people were everywhere, some unconscious, some writhing in pain.

“Enya says it wasn’t her.”

“What wasn’t her?” Sera saw Hagan bent over Enya as she lay on the ground.

“The circle exploded, but it wasn’t Enya.” Jari embraced his anxious mistress from behind.

“Where’s Rachel?” Sera was aware that she was screaming as she looked frantically around. She couldn’t find Rachel!

“She disappeared.” Jari’s stern expression reflected the seriousness of the situation. “Your aunt and your cousins are searching for her.”

A cold wave went through Sera. Rachel has disappeared. Her Rachel! The girl should have been secure inside the circle.

“Enya says she saw Lord Santini throwing a coin inside the circle just before the circle exploded,” Rosaura told her with wet eyes.

Shit! Sera didn’t wait for Rosaura to finish. Lord Santini had Rachel. Sera had to find her before he left the main hall. Once he reached the tunnels, there would be no way to find her. There were hundreds of tunnels in the mountain.

A scream came from the staircase. Sera’s blood froze. Rachel!

Chapter Sixteen

The haze disappeared slowly from Rachel’s mind. Hushed voices sounded at her sides. Rough hands on each arm dragged her somewhere. People screamed in the background. Why? What was happening? Rachel tried to open her eyes. She recalled the circle: Jaris sucking at her nipples…Hagan…Enya… The circle had exploded, and the energy wave had thrown her out. She was outside the circle. Rachel’s eyes snapped open.

Jeffer and Lord Santini were grappling her arms to drag her roughly with them.

“Seems that our princess is finally recovering,” Lord Santini mocked. “Get on your feet and walk, whore.” He shoved her forward.

Rachel stumbled. Princess? How does he know that I’m the princess? “You’re Sir Leylan’s accomplice!”

“Ah, you knew. I should have supposed that stupid boy wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Now I’ll have to kill that damn sorceress too.”

Sera? He wanted to kill Sera? Rachel’s hands clenched into fists as Jeffer kept shoving her toward the staircase. She had to escape; she needed to warn Sera about the danger.

“You go first,” Lord Santini said as they arrived at the first step.

Rachel bit her lip but followed his order. The man didn’t have the slightest idea about her battle skills. He’d just committed an unpardonable mistake. Stupid old wizard. Rachel took a deep breath and tensed her muscles. She turned around with a loud cry and kicked Jeffer’s chest, knocking him down the stairs.

“You stupid whore.” Lord Santini came for Rachel two steps at a time with his arm raised high and a dim, blue glow on his palm.

Rachel waited and prepared herself to punch his ugly face. She was glad that her father had always insisted she should learn how to fight. Rachel rotated her shoulder as she threw the punch and—Goddess! A blue beam of light impacted her belly. Rachel fell to her knees, barely able to hold on to the wall to not fall downstairs. An agonizing pain crossed her guts, making her scream.

“Stupid human whore. Did you think you’d be stronger than a powerful wizard?”

Goddess! I’m going to die. Unable to hold herself anymore, Rachel fell down the steps.

“Stop right now, Lord Santini!”

Tears rolled down Rachel’s cheeks as she heard Sera. Go away, Sera. He wants to kill you.

“Your pet has dared to insult me.” The wizard’s outraged voice resounded through the whole cave.

The cave filled with silence, but Rachel’s pain lessened. She had to tell Sera that the wizard was the traitor. A strong hand silenced her already open mouth.

Aritz’s urgent “Don’t!” whispered in her ear and stopped Rachel cold.

“I’ll demand compensation as is my right.” the old wizard spat out.

A slow threat filled Rachel’s stomach when Sera stared at her. Sera’s face was devoid of any expression. Aritz tensed at Rachel’s back.

“And what compensation is it you require?” the sorceress asked coldly from where she stood.

“The festival rules state that I have the right to own her and teach her manners for one moon cycle.”

Rachel gasped under Aritz’s palm. The witch appeared at their side and put a calming hand on Rachel’s shoulder.

“Don’t complicate things more than they already are. The sorceress will solve this,” the witch murmured between clenched teeth.

Rachel shoved Aritz’s hand aside. “He’s a traitor; he tried to kidnap me!” Rachel hissed.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re a pet, and this mountain doesn’t belong to your kingdom. As long as your owner isn’t at your side, he’s allowed to do with you whatever he wants,” the witch explained.

“I take the responsibility for my pet’s behavior before the I’maggus council. I should have known better than to bring my untrained pet to our gathering.” Sera’s clear voice could be heard in the whole cave.

The hall filled with whispers and gasps, making Rachel even more uneasy.

Lord Santini huffed, disappointed. “You prefer to take the punishment from the council instead of teaching your pet the lesson?”

“I prefer to recognize my own responsibility and train my pet myself,” Sera stated firmly.

“You’re a crazy—”

“Take care with your words, wizard. Sera has accepted her punishment. None of her family members will accept you insulting her,” Aunt Maggie warned the wizard while all the sorceresses in the chamber took one step forward.

The cave filled with tension. Sera went to the woman at Rachel’s side. Sera’s head was raised high as she ignored Rachel and her tear-stricken face. Sera spoke directly to the woman. “Could you get her out from here, Miriam?”

The woman nodded. “Don’t worry about her, sorceress. I’ll take care of everything.”

Even before Rachel had time to protest, Miriam put a hand over hers, and in the next blink, Rachel stood before the fire in a cozy one-room cabin. A moment later her brother appeared out of the thin ether and took her tightly in his arms.

“My Goddess, Rachel! Are you all right?”

“Yes. No. What are they going to do to Sera?”

Her brother stepped aside, avoiding her eyes. “They have their own rules and punishments. I’m not sure.”

“Oh my Goddess, we forced her to take me to the Moon Festival, and now she’s going to be punished because of me.”

“Why would you force her to take you there as a pet?” Aritz frowned as he stared at her.

“I had to talk to you and convince you to come back with me.”

Aritz’s shoulders sagged. “It wasn’t necessary for you to come. I know my responsibilities.”

Rachel gaped at him. “You were going to come back on your own?”

“Yes…I just need some more time.” He stared into the orange flames of the fireplace. “Right now, Miriam needs me more than you do…and if I have to renounce the woman I love, at least I have the right to take some memories with me.”

Rachel didn’t ask why a witch would need him as a pet. “You love a witch who keeps you as a pet?” It wasn’t that incomprehensible to her anymore, but she had to ask anyway.

“Don’t you love that sorceress that owns you as a pet?”

“It’s not the same!” Rachel protested.

“It isn’t? You seemed to submit quite nicely to her at the festival,” her brother stated drily.

Rachel closed her mouth and let herself fall into one of the chairs. There was nothing else she could say on the matter. It was true. She loved Sera. “How are you able to give Miriam up?” she asked finally.

“I’ve been born and educated to be the future ruler. I can’t change what I am, and neither can I change what she is.”

“She would make a beautiful queen.”

“Yes, she would, if she were able to accept the terms. But then I would be asking her to change, wouldn’t I?”

Rachel understood. His queen would have to kneel before him and not the other way around.

“You could keep her as a lover. A lot of kings have lovers.”

“Miriam would never accept sharing me with another woman.”

“That’s true. I wouldn’t.” The witch appeared in the middle of the room and took off her cape as if they were talking about the weather. She moved a finger, and the cape hung itself over a coat hanger.

“You heard what we were talking about?” Aritz asked hesitantly.

“Of course. I’ve been here all the time with you. You already know I wouldn’t let you be alone with another woman, don’t you?” Miriam said, raising an eyebrow.

Rachel saw how her brother’s cheeks acquired a slightly red hue. “She’s my sister!”

“I know.”

“You know you can’t keep him forever; he’s—” Rachel couldn’t finish.

“I know.” The witch stared into Aritz’s eyes. “But I can keep him as long as he wants to be kept.”

Her brother turned around to give them both his back. “I’ll have to return soon.”

“I can take your place if you renounce publically,” Rachel stated in a low murmur.

Her brother looked at her, obviously surprised. “You would give up the sorceress to free me from my responsibilities?”

“Sera has never asked me to stay with her, nor has she said she loved me. There’s nothing to give up.”

“How dare you belittle her sacrifice for you?”

Rachel stared transfixed at the furious witch. The woman’s eyes were glowing.

“Do you even know what the council is going to do to her? How much it will hurt?”

Aritz embraced the woman from behind, but the witch kept speaking. “It feels as if you were burning from the inside out, you can feel the fire consuming you, scalding your organs and your skin, even your eyes and your lungs. But that is only the first stage. Afterward, it seems as if someone was stabbing you and twisting the daggers in your body, and each and every stage is worse than the stage before.

“The only thing you can think about during the three days you stay there is dying. You don’t even have the relief to fall unconscious from the pain because they won’t let you. And you have the impertinence to declare that she doesn’t love you?”

Rachel’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t know they would hurt her. I thought that only my own life was at stake, not hers. Goddess! Sera didn’t want to take me to the Festival. Father and I pressed her to do it. Oh, Goddess, what did we do?” Rachel covered her face with her hands.

“Do you love her?” The witch seemed calmer now.

Rachel looked at her, indifferent to the tears running down her cheeks. “How could I not love her when she owns my heart, my body, and my soul?”

* * * *

When the guards left Sera before her home, she felt empty. Her physical pain seemed to recede as she looked at the dark windows. Instead a deep black hole threatened to devour her heart. Rachel’s image in her mind had been the only thing keeping Sera sane throughout all that horrible torture and pain, but now, looking at her lonely dark tower, she felt her loss all the more. There weren’t any excuses or hopes left. Rachel was gone, and with her, all her warmth.

If it weren’t for her exhaustion and weakness, Sera probably would have gone somewhere else to rest and recover, but her knees were already giving out under her own weight. She stumbled into the tower, and, too tired even to light the fire, she just got rid of her robe, letting it fall to the floor. The only thing she wanted to do was to close her eyes and to forget all her pain, all her longing for Rachel. Slipping under her blanket, she tried to close her eyelids, but the image of her beautiful redhead was still etched in her mind. At least she knew that Rachel would be safe. One of the guards had told her that Lord Santini was now the king’s prisoner.

A warm body moved with care under the blankets behind her. Sera went stiff when the feminine curves pressed against her back and an arm embraced her gently.

“Rachel?”

“Yes, Mistress?” The murmured answer came out almost like a caress.

The sorceress pressed her eyelids together, willing her tears to recede. “What are you doing here?” She was too afraid to move and even to breathe, just in case her imagination was playing with her mind.

“A princess can never leave an apprenticeship unfinished. I’m here to finish my training…and you still owe me a punishment.”

Sera relaxed. Yes, this was her rebellious little princess, and she was really here with her. Sera could feel the warmth coming from Rachel’s body. Even when a tear ran down her cheek, a slow smile appeared on Sera’s lips. “And what is that punishment for?”

“I’ve been touching myself while I was thinking of you, and I’ve been coming without your permission.”

Sera swallowed. Hell, she had spent her torture trying to conjure Rachel’s sweet, tempting voice in her mind to distract her from the pain, but nothing could compare with hearing Rachel’s voice for real.

“How many times?”

“I’ve lost count of it. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and your hands and the way you fucked me with your cock when you let it grow…”

There was so much love in Rachel’s tone as she said each and every word that the hot images Rachel had just described passed to the background in Sera’s mind. I love you too, my little princess.

“Wake me up tomorrow evening—you know how I like it—and get your ass prepared before you begin. After the spanking, I’m going to fuck your cute, tight ass.”

Rachel snuggled closer to her, letting out a satisfied sight.

“And Rachel…”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Once I’ve fucked you…I’m going to make love to you.”

Rachel raised her head. “Love?”

“Mhm.”

“Like in slow and easy?”

“No.” Sera’s tired voice didn’t hide her amusement. “Like in telling you how beautiful you are and how much I love you, while I pump into your hot, needy cunt, making you scream my name like crazy and giving you that dreamy face you get when you begin worshipping me.”

“I don’t worship you!”

“Yes, you do, little princess, and I’ll make sure that you keep doing it for a long, long time.”

“Why do I have the feeling that when you call me ‘princess,’ it has a whole different connotation for you? At the beginning I thought that you said it as an offense, but you don’t use it in that way, do you?” Rachel asked.

“Princess is my pet name for you. People don’t need to know how nicely you submit to me, and I’ll enjoy calling you princess in public to see how you clench your thighs. And instead of Mistress from now on, you’re going to call me ‘my sorceress.’”

“Goddess! You’ve got a perverted mind!”

“Yes, but that’s why you love me.”

“Not just because of that,” admitted Rachel in a whisper.

Sera’s heart filled with warmth.

“Tomorrow, love. Tomorrow I’m going to tell you how much I love you, but now, stop clenching your cunt. I need to sleep, and you aren’t going to come again without me.”

Sera smiled at Rachel’s low groan. Tomorrow, little princess…

Loose Id Titles by Noa Xireau

The Sorceress’s Pet

Noa Xireau

Noa simply tells the stories of the people living in her mind. The reason all of these stories are full of erotic adventures, sexual fantasies, and yummy males is still a mystery but she obviously isn’t responsible for that (or at least that’s what she says).

Her motto is “Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere”. Maybe that’s why she’s always off visiting other worlds, even if her home is in the beautiful south of Spain. But just don’t try to tell her that she isn’t a good girl, as that’s about as risky as taking away her beloved chocolate or alpha heroes!

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