Virtues and Sinister Spells

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Tria looked up at the man and blinked a few times. "Would this stone wall be about as tall as you are right now and maybe twenty feet long and maybe a foot and a half wide?" she asked curiously as she gave Geryon a gentle pet on the neck before she grabbed his hand and climbed up onto the saddle, being careful of her leg. She tilted her head to the wide to consider what he might say to her description.

She smiled a little as she thought of the happier past and the afternoon she had stumbled through this valley after having healed every person that had been in the last village. It was amazing what being low on magic could make one do. She'd ended up stumbling through the dark overgrowth for a good hour before she'd ended up next to a wall, which at the time hadn't seemed at all strange to it had protected her from an evil wind that had started up that afternoon as she stumbled away.
 
"So you've seen it?" Manduro glanced at her over his shoulder with an impressed, as well as surprised expression. Letting the information sink in, he used the reigns to signal Geryon to start galloping. They rode through the grasses and plants at a steady pace, because his horse's maximum speed could easily cause nausea.

They were venturing from the clearer areas where anyone could see them from a distance, to a thicker part of the valley where there were dozens of trees. It allowed them to hide out more easily, even with the distracting image of his demonic horse against the lush, lively scenery. Small mammals like chipmunks and rabbits scurried away to not get trampled on by hooves.

At some point during the ride, Manduro's little slave golem freed itself from its jewelry form to sit contently amongst its superiors on the horse. The shackles it wore made very quiet shaking noises. The warlock wasn't bothered by the decision that the golem made. There were more important and interesting matters on his mind, like the item he was looking for, and Tria's lovely body. He almost wished she was the one piloting the horse so that he could 'accidentally' grab her breasts from behind. What he'd give, too, to hear her pleasured cries again.

Inwardly shaking his head of those thoughts, he put his focus back on their traveling. Pretty soon, he'd probably come to a stop for them to set up camp.
 
Tria nodded in response as he started their ride off. Smiling she fell quiet for a time, letting him guide them before she recognized a pair of twisted together trees. "Turn towards the right here," she said, turning to smile at him over her shoulder. "If I remember right we are about an hour, maybe two stumbling walk away from it if we do a sort of zig-zag walk that way," she said before she looked forward and down at the little golem. Her finger felt almost naked without the little fellow, but she couldn't blame the creature for wanting to get up and stretch a little. Who wouldn't after more than a few days of being nothing but a ring?

She found herself, as the day progressed leaning back against Manduro, her eyes closing as she trusted the horse and man to keep her from falling off. She gave a soft yawn that produced a soft nose, as her eyes fluttered for a moment, in a last ditch effort to remain awake. had she been in control of the ride she would have gotten off and walked for a time to keep herself awake. She couldn't ride for hours without some kind of activity.
 
Tria's directions helped a great deal. He couldn't believe that she was assisting him, though. Obviously, he was up to no good. Any kind of magical artifact he wanted most likely led up to something diabolical; it seemed logical to him. Then again, Manduro wouldn't argue it. Even if she was giving him false instructions to slow him down, he'd eventually find it anyway.

The forest area they were galloping through was becoming less green. It was beginning to look more like a wasteland with sections of decaying trees, and pools of water that were a disgusting greenish color. Manduro pulled at the reigns of his horse before hopping off, his wrist twirling his staff a bit. "That must be it, hiding under all those vines," he said to Tria, gesturing to the section of wall hiding in the invasive plants.

Using his hands and weapon to clear some of the mess, his mind began scanning for words he could translate.
 
The horses stopping was what had awaken Tria from a half-sleep that she had gotten into. Yawning she slowly lowered herself to the ground, keeping a hand on the horse's withers to keep herself up as she tried to awaken. "Dear I shouldn't sleep on a horse," She grumbled as she walked around the horse, giving it a gentle pat on the neck to thank it for the ride before she stumbled towards Manduro. She frowned at the wall that was unveiled before she felt something in her stomach flop as she looked at the symbols and how happy--if that could be the right word to say--Manduro was to see it. Groaning as the feeling tripled she walked over and used the wall to steady her before she slid to the ground, growing paler each moment until she scrambled away from the wall to vomit into one of the greenish pools of water.

There was Evil here. Had before she not been too tired to notice, she would have had the same reaction but that night she'd been too drained and occupied with sleep to have noticed. Now she did though.

"M-Manduro translate the thing and let us leave," She whimpered softly, curling into a ball to try and settle her stomach.
 
The warlock was concentrating so hard on memorizing the foreign writing that he didn't notice Tria's condition right away. He traced his fingers over the scriptures, carefully analyzing each shape so he could keep the message fresh in his mind. A smile was growing a little more with each successful translation, but then it vanished when he felt Geryon nudging at his middle back.

Twisting his body to the animal's direction, his eyes immediately wandered to where the girl was. There were traces of vomit around her lips and she seemed desperate to leave this place. Doubtlessly, the bitter evils in the air were giving her frightening chills. He should have expected as much...

After gathering the rest of his data, Manduro put his magical staff into a sheathe-like device he wore on his back. With both hands now freed, he helped the witch to her feet and began walking her towards the happier parts of the forest. Helping her onto the horse could wait; he feared she would collapse to the ground during the process.

"That is a creepy place, huh?" he spoke up, obviously not phased by the experience. Mostly, he just wanted to keep her conscious. When his ears picked up the sound of a waterfall, he picked up the pace a little with Tria's weight against his own. He was thankful that she was light... Otherwise, his fairly average build would have tired out by now.
 
Tria stumbled with him, eyes closed, trusting him to guide her for she feared that if she saw any of the dastardly scenery that she might get sick again. She had never felt such evil from a wall before. It had left her wanting to destroy it as it taunted her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a small thing that had let her kill someone had tried to uncurl and reach out to the evil and that had made her even more desperate to reach the beautiful parts of the world and get away from the evil before it could taint her like it had stolen Manduro.

"Creepy does not do it justice," she answered when her brain had finally processed his words which had taken longer than it might have had she not been so focused on the lighter place they were nearing. The further from the wall that they were the better her body responded to her commands of walking. "Please Manduro, don't take me to another place like that without warning me. I would have had my guards up if you had."
 
Manduro looked over to his horse, as if the two were communicating by facial expressions alone. The warlock just rolled his eyes. Tria said she'd been to the area before; she even gave directions! He therefore didn't see why she had to blame him for the evil vibes sneaking up on her. She should have expected it already. Manduro kept his comments to himself, though. The last thing he wanted right now was more bickering.

As the two trekked on, they arrived at a fairly secluded looking spot that was closer to the purer parts of the valley. Behind thickets of trees, shrubs and vines was a cascade that spilled from a river with a strong current. Surrounding this were many healthy plants that produced either beautiful flowers or delicious edibles. As much as Manduro disliked scenery that represented the finest poetry, he did enjoy the peacefulness of this spot. They could set up camp here and most likely be safe all night. It wouldn't be hopelessly dark, either. Fireflies were already beginning to blink around them and some of the flowers would respond with literal brightness towards the moon.

Tria was set down against a boulder, then the demonic horse disappeared until he was needed again. Many of their supplies were scattered on the ground, which would more than likely be set up with magic. That was the beauty of having such talents. Before tending to that though, unless the witch would take the initiative, he began collecting a bunch of sticks and dry leaves to use for campfire.

Although he was silent in all of this, Manduro's mind was hardly quiet. He was excited to have made the discovery he did, however his mind had gone to other places as well. When he glanced at the waterfall, he imagined seeing Tria's bare body behind it, tempting him with its beautiful shape. Much as a pervert he was, he was drawn to her for other reasons. There wasn't any other woman he thought prettier.
 
The beauty of the place had slowly calmed Tria's soul and she'd gratefully slipped to the ground to sprawl over it as if the more she touched the better she would recover. Her body relaxed; the sick look left her face. Finally she opened her eyes and looked over at him to where he was building a fire. Biting her lip she got up and walked over to where the water was and bent down to run her hand just over the water, testing the chill the water had. Looking over her shoulder again to see if he was too busy making a fire for them, she slipped behind a tree and quickly undressed and slipped into the water.

Her body jerked instantly to attention, the feeling of pure water filling her even more with energy as she sunk down until her head slipped silently under the water. When she finally popped back up, she rose so that she could walk towards the waterfall, intrigued by it's beauty and power. The water rested against her hips as she waded through. Her nipples were perked to attention from the coldness as she stood tall for the first time in a long while.

Reaching out a hand she gazed around her and then made several small hand motions. A bit of the waterfall came away and twisted around her, making small loops and swirls as she stretched her powers a bit more than she might have before she'd started to travel with Manduro unless she had been protecting herself. She sent the water up into the air before it looped back down and swirled around her almost a creature of its own right then. She couldn't keep a laugh from leaving her lips as she played with the water, for the moment forgetting that at any moment Manduro could see her standing there without a speck of clothing on, playing with magic in a way that the entire village would have frowned upon
 
Surprisingly, it took Manduro a little while to notice what Tria was up to. He was focused on preparing their camp for the evening while there was still some light in the sky. Colors of sunset made the environment look beautiful. He secretly loved the sunsets for the masterpieces in the skies, but also because it meant the coming of darkness. As he arranged the sticks and leaves in a circle of stones, he admired the portrait he could see past the tall trees.

The sound of a giggle accompanied with water that wasn't in sync with the waterfall broke his concentration. The warlock looked over his shoulder, his cheeks warming with redness when he spotted Tria. She was nude in the water, making sport with a combination of the cascade and her magic. The sight was one of perfection. Along with the artistic display that her magic was capable of, he could plainly see her creamy skin and those erect nipples. If it wasn't for his long, thick robe hiding the details of his body, his excitement would be so obvious...

This was too good of an opportunity to pass up! Manduro wanted a closer look. More than that, he wanted a feel of her. While she was distracted with her play in the water, he let his extravagant robe fall from his body, along with the other articles of clothing he had on. Possibly, she'd hear a quiet entrance into the pool of water. The water was shallow, so he lowered to hands and knees so he could creep towards her with only his head exposed, a mischievous grin on his face.

Not much later did he rise up in front of her like an aquatic predator about to strike. Manduro's hands smoothed up her lovely body as he adjusted to his feet, his palms stopping at her shoulders while he locked gazes with her.
 
Tria hd been far too distracted with her play to have noticed the dark figure moving through the water until she saw him rising up. Letting out a small squeak her concentration on the water broke and she almost lashed out at him as the water fell around them to make small and medium splashes hit them on all sides. Her hands stopped from slapping him a moment before contact when she felt his hands moving up her body.

She shivered as they finally rested on her shoulders, her handsgoing to cover herself as best as she could, eyes flicking from his two hands to lower where the water was on him before up to his face. "M-Manduro what are you--?" she asked softly, voice shaking though it was obvious she knew the answer to her own question. Or at least she thought she did. "Um, were-I-gods Manduro you are making it very damned well hard to think with you like that." That being his nudity with all but everything below the water exposed. Not that she was over all complaining.
 
"Then don't think," he suggested with that smile still on his lips. Much to his dismay, she did everything she could to hide her breasts with her hands. Manduro should have expected as much; Tria was the coy type. As he stood there, absorbing what he could of her image, he reminded himself of the rough day she had. There was that murder, then her dilemma on the evil grounds they trekked earlier. Pressuring her into the fantasies he had about her riding his lap in this water seemed less like a good idea now... He supposed that could wait. That wouldn't stop him from a bit of naughty, Manduro branded fun though.

The hands on her shoulders slid slowly down her arms, smearing droplets of water on her cool flesh. He stopped at her wrists, gently moving them from her chest to expose her chest again. "Just relax," Manduro whispered near her neck, his breath warm and his lips even warmer. His skillful fingers caressed her while they pleased while his mouth kissed hungrily at her moist skin. Over time, he'd lower her body closer to the water's surface until she was kneeling on it as if it were solid ground.

Their silhouette displayed magnificently behind the waterfall. Manduro then brought her into a deep kiss, and seemed to reach under the water for something, but he was in fact casting a spell. Ropes of the water she floated on, tinted with his signature purple, danced towards Tria until her ankles and wrists were bound to the clear surface. She was held down by the creative bindings, the water able to stretch pretty far no matter how she was positioned.

Stepping from the water to kneel on it like she was, he broke their kiss. His hands reached behind her, taking hold of her ass to pull her pelvis against his while his mouth went to the side of her neck, his teeth gently scraping it.
 
Tria had done exactly what he had said after his lips had found her neck. She let a soft sigh leave her lips as she shivered at the feeling of hands and mouth taking pleasure from her skin. Her hands, once released of her burdens, had encircled his neck and pulled her closer to him as she felt herself being laid back down, though she was curious as to what he was going to do until she felt the solid water below her knees. She gasped and looked below them having never thought of doing such things to nature before. Well. Sure she played with the water a little earlier but that had been in pure fun of the moment not in order to end up on her knees with Manduro.

She was so distracted by the possibility of making water that wasn't ice solid that she didn't even really notice the magic the man was performing until she felt the water wrap around her wrists and ankles. Her eyes widened and her hands instinctively tried to pull free, eyes wide, unbelieving that the man would stoop to the level of tying her up. It brought back the memories of earlier with Skyler in the barn. She was about to protest, ask the man to stop when she felt his hands on her ass and pulling her forward against his lower body. This made her keenly aware of his desire for it wasn't all that hidden in this case. The scraping at her neck didn't help either. She was completely distracted from the bindings as she let out soft mewling sounds. She would have pulled the man's neck closer, silently begging him, but instead she was left to content herself with the teasing.
 
Tria's reluctance was sensed early on, however it seemed to melt away as he proceeded to pleasure her. The warlock had outlandish tastes, yes. He had no intention of hurting her, though. Perhaps another time he could share those interests with her; now wasn't the right time. Purring against her neck, he sucked it one final time before letting it go free, his lips smacking playfully as a show of enjoyment.

A breast was then taken into each hand, his thumbs immediately jumping to press against the hardened peaks. He toyed with them as if they were buttons, and circled his thumbs over them so they'd roll in different directions. With water's surface looked to be swallowing him until his face was aligned with her chest, the spell keeping her stable in front of him still.

From there, Manduro pressed her breasts together and ran his tongue along the space between them. His fingers kneaded at the mounds of flesh while his mouth was busily involved with her cleavage. To add to the pleasure, his fingers went to pinching her nipples in sporadic patterns instead of lightly teasing at them like before.
 
The attention to her chest was something she was completely unable to deal with and keep quiet about. She kept most of her noises small at first, despite them being probably the only humans in the vicinity. That was until she felt his tongue run between her breasts and then the pinching. At first it was a moan at the attention to the man's pleasuring but it quickly turned to a squeak at the first pinch.

It felt so strange to be doing this with him in such a place, their noises covered by the near by waterfall. But as he kept going, the more he pinched and kneaded, the more responsive to him she found herself. She would never have taken herself as a responder to any form of pain. She'd always shied away from pain in order to protect herself. But here she was finding that the mix of pleasure and small pains of the pinching to elate her just a bit more than it might have previously. "M-Manduro," she purred. "what are you planning?"
 
Manduro grinned against her flesh. He had no intention of replying to her question. Instead, he dropped his hands from her chest so he could move his face to one of them. First, he exhaled over the pert nipple, teasing it with a cool breath of air. Then, he took the bud into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it at a rapid speed with his lips closed tightly. He loved the sounds she'd make for him. It only inspired him to keep going in order to hear more of them.

One of his freed hands traced slowly down her beautiful body until it felt the sensitive spot between her legs. The index finger rubbed teasingly against the crease of her womanhood, not stopping until he felt the warmth of her juices on his skin. Purring against her breast, he moved his lips to pleasure the other one while his finger ground at the area of her clitoris. Manduro did this continually until he found that sensitive button, the fingertip pressing gently to see how she'd react.
 
The young woman was making all sorts of soft moans and mewls of desire as his mouth found its place on her breast and nipple. She finally accepted that she wasn't going to answer her request for answer. Just as she decided this though, he switched nipples and found her clit. She gave a near scream of surprise and delight at the sensation. The little nub of sensitive nerves had been explored very seldomly in her life by herself and never by anyone else. The sensation was far more erotic when it was not her own fingers finding, pressing, exploring it with interest.

She closed her eyes tight as Tria tried to not try to break away from the contact beftween finger and pleasure. When she had been merely wet before she was starting to near soaking. How could she react so to him in such a situation she did not know. What she did know was that she was very glad that they had found this place to rest that night. It was perfect for such actions.
 
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