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He knew he should turn away and descend back down the stairs.

He knew he should look away and avert his eyes from the mysterious woman who now seemed to be leading him with the hypnotically alluring sway of her curves.

Yet, he could do neither. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he was inexorably drawn to her. Compelled to follow. Unable to resist. Mindless male flesh fated to do her bidding.

And when they reached the top of the stairs the rest would be waiting for him. Ready. Surrounding him and leading him to the stage where cuffs dangled from overhead. Where shackles were secured to the floor.

Ahead of him she smiled softly with anticipation as she heard each of his steps obediently following behind her.

She knew…. he was already theirs.

Just a quickie

The enchantress smiles at the wary hero after ambushing him in his tent… She approaches him with hero arms open to her side, indicating she has no hidden weapons and nothing to hide…

Enchantress: How about we make this interesting? I won’t cast a single spell until you get an erection.

Hero: What?

Enchantress: In fact, I won’t even touch below your waist until you’re so rock hard I can see your bulge through your thick clothes…

Hero: That’s ridic-!

Before he can react she has swept him off his feet. He lands on the soft tent floor, her hand protecting the back of his head from the hard landing. Her face inches from him. Her smile smug, her eyes lost in fondness and anticipation. He swallows nervously…

Hero: I have more control of myself now… In your bed, maybe I can’t resist you… But here on the rough and uncomfortable earth you cannot manipulate me…

The enchantress chuckles, not replying. She simply grasps his head with her hands and kisses him…

Her smell, her taste…

Hero: N-no…

Enchantress: Mmm~ Look at that, hero. It looks like I’ve broken that “control” of yours…

It’s slow but inevitable. The hero’s pants raise, a hill growing. He blushes in humiliation.

The enchantress lightly fondles the bulge. The hero struggles, but he’s held down with her magic… The hard and rough earth beneath him seems to fade away and he’s lying on a soft bed of light…

He can no longer resist her…

The enchantress lays down fully on top of him. Childishly, she enjoys the feeling of his erection against him, purposely shuffling her body over him to feel more of it, and enjoying the embarassment on the hero’s face.

The great warrior who has stoically fought horrors all across the kingdoms, reduced to squirming and groaning…

Enchantress: You are afraid…

The hero looks into her bright eyes. He is magically and hypnotically captivated… His voice a whisper…

Hero: I am…

Enchantress: Why are you afraid?

Hero: I’m so afraid of you… Of what torment you have in store…

The enchantress chuckles, approvingly.

Enchantress: I have many kinds prepared…

Hero: No…. Please…

Enchantress: There’s no mercy for you. Don’t waste time begging. Just move on to the next topic… What else are you afraid of?

Hero: … Of how you’ll … break me next…

Enchantress: So many possibilities… You have so much pride I can crumble… What else?

Hero: I’m always afraid of how small you make me feel..

Enchantress: You must learn.

Hero: How powerful you are…

Enchantress: More than you can comprehend.

Hero: How effortlessly you always win…

Enchantress: And I always will.

Hero: That you might leave me one day…

The enchantress pushes herself up. She looks down, straight into his eyes. She frowns shaking her head.

Enchantress: Mm mm. No. Not that one. That is the one torment I forbid you from feeling.

Hero: I’m sorry… You’re just so important to me, so beautiful, so out of my pay grade-

Enchantress: I won’t allow that. You will never feel that fear again.

One hand pressing against his chest, the other cupping the side of his face, she presses her forehead against his. Her hair falls, covering the two faces in a curtain of privacy. The hero has no choice but to stare into her hypnotic, beautiful face, and deep into a trance of love and lust…

Enchantress: Never… again…

Hero: N-never… again…

With that she smiles and relaxes, resuming her romantic power play.

@myheartinherhands

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