Virtues and Sinister Spells

The woman tried to stop him as he moved them both, fearing his reaction though that didn't stop her body from reacting positively. Under his hand her nipple grew stiff at the play as she looked from where his hand disappeared under her shirt to his face. Her free hand gripped the pillow under her as her breathing quickened in excitement.

She opened her lips to argue before closing it, knowing how silly it was to argue with him right then. In truth she had always wanted it to be him. Maybe not with how evil he was, perhaps a sweet, time in the clearing they had shared as kids. But she had wanted him ever since she had truly awoken as a woman, which had made it hard to accept any invitation from any other man. Now here he was, pinning her against a wall, touching her breast as if it was his, as if he were going to burn the image of his palm there.

In the end she turned her head and timidly kissed his neck. "Prove it."
 
Manduro inwardly grinned at her challenge, his skin tingling from the soft kiss she gave to his neck. With those two words of hers echoing in his mind, he moved forward with his seduction. In a matter of seconds, he had backed away from her only to pull the shirt over her head and drop it to the floor. Like a starving predator leaping for its prey, he closed the space between them once more with his mouth grabbing hers and a hand attacking each breast.

While air flowed quickly in and out of his nose, his tongue moved forward to wrestle with hers. Both hands fondled her chest energetically, feeling the tips harden against his rough palms. He teasingly pressed at them with his hands before closing his fingers so that each nipple was held by a thumb and index finger. Mercilessly, he pinched them over and over, his other fingers reaching out to grope what they could of those soft mounds of flesh.
 
Tria blushed as her chest was unveiled before the man and had to fight the urge to cover herself, though the urge was was cut off the second that he took her mouth with his. All thoughts left her mind as she focused purely on the physical. As her tongue pressed and wrestled almost eagerly with his, her breath came in soft pants, causing her breasts to push up into his hands. As he played with her nipples she gave the softest of moans. In the middle of their little making out session it could have barely registered but for the face that her back had ended up arching up, allowing her breasts to push even further up into his hands.

Even if she was brand new to this sort of thing, there was something instinctual to the movements, even if they were rougher than she might have liked. She knew just where to shift so that she could wrap her legs slowly around him, knowing that unless something stopped them--some outside force--she wouldn't be ending up sleeping alone that night.
 
Tria's positive responses encouraged more from him. He could tell by the way their limbs tangled and her nipples perking that she was desiring him. When their kiss ended, he licked at his lips where the flavor of her saliva lingered. He decidedly liked the taste of her mouth. Finally, after so long, he knew what it was like to kiss her in different ways.

There was more to taste, though. Shuffling a bit, he let go of her pinned wrist and lowered her to the mattress with him. Her back now against the bed, he was able to access her body more freely. Manduro slid down, meeting her bosom with his face. Vulgarly, his tongue swiped over her left nipple before taking it into his lips. From there, he sucked at it and wiggled his tongue over the tip while her other breast was returned to a hand to be fondled.

As for the other hand, it ventured to her lower regions, tracing along the waistband of her remaining clothes. From there, he traced over to the hiding ladyhood. His fingers poked and rubbed against the spot, demonstrating just how familiar he was with this kind of play.
 
The woman was lost in a sea where only Manduro was there to keep her afloat. She gave a soft whimper as she was shifted down on the bed, her wounded leg pressing for a moment in the wrong way before the pain lessened and she had something else to pay attention to. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hands hiding in his hair as she gasped at the feeling of his tongue playing with her nipple. Her eyes glowed with a look that had it been in any other person's eyes would have been considered lust, but on her was something else entirely.

Her legs opened slowly to welcome his fingers poking and rubbing, trying not to think about how he knew just where to touch. She knew that with men, they were not expected as much as women to remain alone until they married, but a small part of her didn't relish int he fact that he had had other women. In fact she wanted it to be her that captured his imagination and kept it.
 
Manduro pleasured her chest for a good long while. He exchanged them from time to time for attention from his mouth while his fingers toyed with them, sliding his saliva around on her skin. The feel of her hands in his dark hair was fantastic, especially whenever she'd dig her nails into his scalp or tug at it a little. An unsurprising fact about him was his gluttony for pain.

Reluctantly, he left her bosom and stripped off whatever remained her her clothes. As well, he relieved himself of his clothing. It was feeling like a prison in those linens, especially with the increasing body heat. His figure was nothing too impressive, since he was a spellcaster instead of a blade wielding warrior. There were mysterious, pretty looking marks all over his skin, though. Many symbols, shapes and words decorated his skin in varieties of colors. Each pattern had its own purpose, more than likely connected to the elements of magic he was efficient with.

Without delay, Manduro was positioned in a way that put his face in front of her sex. His hands were firmly on her thighs, keeping her legs parted as far as he could. After putting his mouth to the moist lips of her womanhood, he drew his tongue up and down the crease before spearing her entrance with her tongue. Holding her pelvis in place, he wiggled his tongue in many different directions. The more he tasted her, the lustier he became. His hands were even massaging at her hips, eventually sliding downward to get handfuls of her hindquarters.
 
She had stared at him as he'd undressed, watching him from her perch on the bed. The symbols drew her attention and she began to trace different ones lazily with her fingertips, eyes dipping slowly over the body as she took it in. When he lowered himself down, spreading her legs, she waited, eyes on his face as he lowered himself down. Tria's entire body jerked at the feeling of something foreign pressing into her. She gave a small yelp of surprise before turning her head away to hide her blushing cheeks. If he kept this up he would find out soon. What would he think? That she was an old maid? Inexperienced in the arts he seemed oh so knowledgeable? Whatever it was, she didn't want to see his face when he thought it.

Instead she clenched her fists within the sheets below her, the cool air of the room playing havoc on her skin which seemed to be boiling to her. It was their body heat playing off one another, but it felt so good at the same time with the cool air seeping through the slightly ajar window. When had that opened? Whenever it was she couldn't find herself a reason to care as she let out a soft whimpering moan, as he played in the newly discovered playground. She had never felt this before and it was trying it's damnedest to drive her crazy.
 
Manduro was pleased with the ways she reacted. Her body twitched this way and that, her voice played in his ears like a seductive song. All of this was building a sexual starvation for him. His member was painfully hard by now and his body craved every sort of attention that came to mind. Very soon, he wouldn't be able to hold off any longer.

The motions of his tongues stopped so he could rest his jaw. He relished the taste of her nectar that settled in his mouth and licked at what coated his lips. To not keep her laying there without more pleasure though, he slid his middle finger inside her. It was taken with ease, probably because of how wet he'd made her. Right then, he noted how tight she felt. Manduro got the sense that this was her first time, which explained why she was being so passive. This very much pleased him.

His index finger joined in before he began penetrating her at a steady rhythm, curious to see if he could make her orgasm before they even began the main course. While he did that, he adjusted himself so that he was sitting on his knees, enabling him to gaze upon her. Tria looked lovely to him. Since the day they were 'reunited', he'd fantasized about seeing her without clothes, in a variety of positions while he teased and tortured her body with his magic in ways that would make her cry out his name. This, too, was nice. What weakness he felt for her told him that this instance, he should be more gentle...

With his free hand, he reached over to smooth his palm over her torso. She felt so soft, so beautiful...
 
The woman couldn't help but tighten up around his fingers as they pushed within her. Had anyone have told her that she would be giving her first time to a man that was both evil and a murderer, she would have laughed them off with a 'you are silly. Of course I would never do that' before going to their clearing in hopes to think of how Manduro had died and never been told of her interest in him. That had been the cruelest of things. She'd sworn off men after his 'death' but now here she lay allowing him to do things to her that no other person had ever done.

Her eyes opened slowly as she felt the bed shift under his movements, looking up at him as he continued to move his fingers within her, his other hand shifting up her torso. She was about to say something when her body gave a shudder and she cried out in surprise as something in her seemed to pop. Her breath came in short gasps as she found herself cumming for the first time, eyes back arching invitingly, breasts piercing the air above her. Whatever he had just touched with his fingers had sent dizzying pleasure though her body.
 
Manduro watched her body with his lusty gaze, the sight of her climaxing a deep satisfaction. When he withdrew his fingers, he licked them clean and enjoyed every second of it. There was a sweetness to the musky fluids she made for him.

Eagerly, the warlock crawled across her body, her legs still spread open so that the head of his member kissed at her soaking entrance. His hands grabbed her breasts and massaged them for a moment before he pressed them together. His tongue vulgarly moved itself up and down the tight space in between them, his thumbs circling over her perked nipples. Manduro groaned with delight, his erection twitching against her in an impatient way.

Breathing heavily, his head snaked towards one of her ears where he made a seductive whisper: "And now, I will make you mine."

Manduro's body straightened up after his words, putting him in a kneeling position between her legs. A thigh was taken into each hand while he moved closer, poking at her sex with his own a few times before making a thrust. As he slid inside, he made a beastly grunt and then a long, soft moan. He let his manhood settle in her molten depths before pulling back and slipping back in again, and again, and again...

In no time at all, he was fucking her so deeply, but slowly.
 
The woman was panting for breath, trying to get some sort of mental step hold within her own mind as he prepared to enter her. His words made her let out a soft whimper of acknowledgement. As he pulled her up and positioned her she brought worried eyes to meet his face. Had he not looked pleased with what he was doing in a way that she couldn't quite describe, she might have thought this meant something to him. Not even the words he'd spoken seemed to be true to her pleasure wrapped brain. She flinched when his hand brushed her burn just as he pushed in, causing her to tighten reflexively around him.

She gasped at the feeling of being filled by the man she had grown up with. Her hands jumped to his forearms, gripping them with her nails as she was stretched wider than she had ever been before. Even the slowness didn't make up for the fullness she was forced to look dead on. As he continued her body relaxed very slowly as moans left her lips without bidding. How had this evening turned to this? She'd just been crying. It had all started when she'd gotten home from healing. It took her a moment to realize as he pushed into her again, that she wasn't as weak as she had been just a tiny bit earlier. Before she hadn't been able to walk, now she was gripping his arms with strength she hadn't had before. Her eyes widened as she gasped softly as she made a realization. Something in their connection had jump started her body again, giving it strength, though she was still without magic.
 
The digging of her nails made him hiss. For only a second it felt painful, then his body quickly transformed it into pleasure. That masochistic feeling made his body work harder, his hips slamming into her more roughly during the slow pace he maintained. Each time he did so, a heavy breath spilled from his mouth, making his lips feel drier than ever.

Manduro's fingers affectionately squeezed her hips before moving again, seeking out the round shape of her ass. A cheek filled each hand, which he held firmly and kneaded. That was the way he held up her lower body, however it did raise her up just a little more, allowing him to bury deeper within her.

"Oh, Tria. Ohhh... Tria..." He repeated her name in a hissy whisper before picking up the pace. Manduro was feeling... Good, to put it simply. The way he felt when he laid with this woman was unlike any other sexual experience he had. He felt like he could keep going for hours and hours, and then leave to slay a man eating monster. Whatever the cause, he loved it.
 
As he hissed her name, she shivered, blushing a light pink as she found her hips pushing against his thrusts, burying him deeper than she thought ever to be possible even in the one or two lonely fantasies she'd had while he'd been gone all those years of how it would feel to have him back and love her. That mere thought brought tears to her eyes. "Manduro," she breathed before she turned her face away biting her lip to keep from saying any more for fear of ruining this brief moment of connection she had feared she would never have felt in her life again.

It was as she was looking away that she saw him. Skyler stood just outside the open window, dagger in hand as if he was about to try and sneak into kill someone. He had such a look of disgust on his face that Tria felt as if the look alone was burning her. Her grip on Manduro's arms tightened and she let out a gasp to warn Manduro but Skyler had already turned and fled, looking as if he were going to be sick. Almost at the same moment Manduro managed to thrust just right and her body threw her over the top of another climax, trembling, unable to speak except to make a soft cry of his name once more.
 
Manduro himself was nearing the point of climax. During the unstoppable motions of their sexing, something alarmed him. At the same time that Tria made an awe stricken gasp, he felt a nagging in his mind that had him glance at the window. A shadowy figure had fled from there; they had malicious intent. Manduro didn't know who they were, but he knew for a fact that it was someone who he might be dealing with later on. That could be fun, he thought. The warlock liked it when people challenged him; they were always in over their heads.

Along with the witch, his body trembled with the wonderful feelings of orgasm. His fingers gripped her rear end tightly as he held her in place, his member moving in and out of her slowly as he released his seed. After that, he gently pulled out and set her down, the room filling with the noise of their juices squishing against their bodies.

Manduro soon joined Tria on the bed, laying beside her on the pillows. She was kept in his arms with her face in his neck, one hand caressing her shoulder while the other stroked along her behind. He was glaring at the window while resting his chin on top of her head. The window was opened, letting in a cool breeze. He assumed that their creepy stalker was the one responsible for that.

No matter. As sinister as he was, Manduro wouldn't let harm come to Tria. She was his woman, and he wouldn't tolerate anybody who might sabotage that. He was going to protect her without second thoughts.
 
Tria felt as if the earth had opened up and swallowed her whole, throwing her through layers of ecstasy, followed by a sudden breathlessness, and followed by the quieting of two pounding hearts as she was pulled against the man that had just taken her. She knew he had seen Skyler in that moment. She didn't need to point it out. Nor did she want to. There was something inside her warning her that to mention the near intruder. Instead she closed her eyes and let her guard down for a few moments, pressing her face against his neck as her arms wrapped around him, holding onto the kind Manduro that had taken her with relative kindness. He could have torn her apart without a care in the world of her suffering. Instead he'd went slow, priming her for the act.

In another time she might have been his wife when it had happened. If he hadn't been thrown out and met her in the field like they had planned to do to celebrate his passing. The thought of that long ago time had her smile gently against his neck. "D-Manduro do you remember the time that I fell asleep in the clearing and you found me there as it began to rain?" she asked softly.
 
Feeling the smile against his skin made him nervous. Manduro wasn't in touch with his gentle side since it was so small in comparison to everything else he was. Her question made it even more awkward for him. The memory played in his mind after a good moment of critical thinking. There weren't any pretty details, unfortunately. Just blackness with their voices echoing in the background, accompanied by the sound of falling rain.

"Yeah. I didn't want you to get sick, I remember." As he recalled, he urged her to wake up and head to shelter with him so she wouldn't catch a cold. Back then, she was always his primary concern in life. There was no friend that was more dear to him.

Reflecting on the past wasn't Manduro's favorite activity. So, he shut his eyes and let his body relax, hoping that she too would do the same and fall asleep with him.
 
The smile on her face slowly faded at his short answer. Her gaze saddened before she closed her eyes and sighed. "Let go of me Manduro, please. I need to close the window and put something on," she finally said after a few moments. She remembered that afternoon differently, but maybe it had been the growing crush she had had on that day for him and how his actions to propel her through the rain to the shelter had made her realize just how much she wanted to end up with the man Manduro would turn into. She'd played, tugged, made the trip last far longer than it needed to simply to play with him and tease his over protective nature.

She remained still though, not pushing away from him. She would wait for him to release her. The feel of their warm bodies pressed together was nice, but at the same time forbidden. She felt the need to go,stop Skyler from whatever he was foolishly planning, to explain what had happened was not what he might think. What had happened anyway? Manduro had forced her? No,she had been consenting enough but... At the same time it had been comforting? As she thought about it she began to frown and pulled her arms from around his neck slowly to rest them between their bodies. Her hands rested spread across his chest before she pushed gently.
 
"What?" he asked very dryly. Tria wanted to... Get dressed? That aside, she wanted to get up? That struck him as ungrateful. Manduro didn't make any effort to stop her, though. As she gently pushed on his chest, he made a cranky noise and undid his embrace. His good mood turned sour almost immediately. That was for the best, he supposed. The girl was turning him soft, even making him want to beg her to stay with him in bed. Her reluctance to cuddle saved him from himself.

Leaving her to her business, Manduro also got out of bed and searched for his clothing so he could dress himself. The pants were soiled from her tears and his pre-cum, so he only put on the shirt. Afterwards, he mumbled something to himself and out of nowhere, a portal of some kind appeared in front of him, swirling with colors of dark purple, lilac and black. He reached into the little vortex, pulling out a pair of brown pants for him to wear for the night as well as tomorrow. After tossing in the dirty pair, the portal closed up.

The warlock walked briskly passed the witch so he could sit on the other bed, the one that was claimed by him previously. Manduro put on his magical robe, then pulled the hood over his head, showing that shadowy nothingness in the hood with only his glowing eyes. He then seated himself in a cross legged position while reaching out for his staff, which was laid across his lap. If she had nothing more to do with him from here, he was going to meditate himself into a deep rest. It was necessary so he could come back to reality with less emotional frustration.
 
Manduro's lack of protest only confirmed for the woman that it had been nothing past satisfying an urge. She remained on the bed for a few moments after he'd risen before she got up as well. Hiding her face from him she grabbed the long shirt that covered most of her and slid it on over her shoulders. She couldn't let him see the bright red spheres of shame that were on her cheeks.

Tria didn't like to be made a fool of. Especially when she had just given her first to a man that didn't care about it. Hugging herself she stared at the sheet they had made love--had sex on. She couldn't think of it as making love because it just sent another wave of stabbing pain through her heart. Why had he chosen to push her through it? To laugh at her when she made the mistake of doing it with him? She bit her bottom lip, refusing to cry for a second time in front of him as he sat on his bed as if nothing had happened.

Unable to look at him right away, she went to the window and looked out before closing it and making sure it was locked. Had she had her magic she might have tried to weave a privacy spell over it, instead she just made sure that it was triple locked.

"Manduro--" she found herself saying before she stopped, staring out the window. She turned away from the window and busied herself with pulling the sheet off the cot and folding it without touching their mixed liquids. "T-thank you for taking me gently. I-I appreciate it more than you will probably ever know or understand." Her voice was soft, sad. "B-But I have no illusions over it, so please don't lie when I ask you this. You weren't-weren't meaning anything lasting by it, were you? I was just a passing amusement?" There was acceptance in her tone, as if she expected the worst answer and had already accepted that. She turned to watch him as he sat there, unable to hold in the various emotions that were running through her--shame, hope, sadness and just the tiniest bit of love hidden deep down and only reachable by those that knew her very well.
 
Within the blackness of his hood, Manduro arched a brow. His fingers alternated between gripping his staff tightly and loosely; it was a habit of nervousness. Tria was asking an awful lot from him. Manduro already wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, especially if they weren't hate-related. Also, he had only shards of his past to reflect on. No matter what he did, he'd probably disappoint her with every truthful response he came up with. That wasn't very fair of her, he thought. Then again, creatures like him weren't supposed to get along with people like her. His nature was much too easy to despise.

"Look, what I did for you... I never did for anybody else. I'm not good at being all... Soft and stuff, you know?" Explaining himself to her was troublesome. The way he talked was clumsy, and the words left a bad taste in his mouth. Manduro didn't want her to feel like trash, though. He already concluded that he liked her company, that he wanted her involved with his dark journeys even though she disagreed with them. Having Tria around to satisfy his carnal desires was a plus, yes, but there was something more there...

"Tria, you do what you want. Believe what you want. Obviously, you're no 'passing amusement', because you're still alive and I'm sitting here trying to be human for a minute. Don't be foolish."

Manduro made an exhausted sigh and turned his head, his bright purple eyes blinking at her. He sensed her pool of negative emotions with that bit of adoration she had for him mixed in. "If you're willing, give this--us--time. Otherwise, I understand if you just want to leave. I'm not easy to love..."
 
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