At the top of the tower Gwen ignores natures rage, the chains that bind her more important than the howling winds that lash the stone. Lightning forks through the sky and lights the world for a brief second, but even the clap of thunder that shakes the windows in their sills is ignored as she struggles against her bonds. Bound against a large wooden frame the slender redhead only has attention for the bonds that hold her.
Forcibly stretched out, her ankles and wrists are caught in manacles that hold them to each corner by dark, steel chains. The young woman had worn appropriate clothing to sneak into the tower of two mages, dressed all-in black with tight fitting clothes. Despite the fact that they needed to be peeled off her body, the clothes were perfect for the acrobatic stunts that allowed her entry into the chateau.
Gwen rattles her shackles while she curses beneath her breath, damning the innocuous little trap that got her into this mess. With one last shake of her wrists Gwen exhales, forcing herself to calm down, to breathe low and deep until she finds an even flow.
With her heart slowing down it becomes easy to hear the stream of magic beneath her skin. It beckons and Gwen sinks into the current that flows through her body. A pure, comforting warmth that spreads strength wherever she wills it. The warmth draws close to the surface, bubbling beneath her skin until it turns to a prickling heat.
Gwen's eyes snap open, the normal green overtaken by a pink sheen of mana.
A simple flex of her will and the power to change the world around her flows to Gwen's hands. Flecks of pink light rise from her skin, they shimmer in the air as mana pools in her hands.
The runes to her back erupt in a sudden blistering cold. An eerie red glow comes from the carvings etched into the frame and the magic is sucked from her, they feel as ice against her skin while the pink dies out. The light in her eyes dims, the warmth is stolen away and Gwen gasps. Squeezing her eyes shut she channels what little mana is left to her right arm and yanks her arm forward with every bit of her strength she has. The chain clangs as she strains to break it.
She pulls even as the magic is sucked from her and her strength wanes, a frustrated growl escapes. It's not enough, the last of her gathered mana is leached away by the runes and she slumps down. A string of muttered curses fall from Gwen lips as she shakes her arms, tugging at the chains that merely jingle from the effort.
With a heavy breath Gwen rises to the tips of her toes and studies the manacle on her left wrist with narrowed eyes. The steel gleams while dark rippled lines cover it, it takes but a second to feel the magic within the enchanted object. Gwen's brow furrows as she tries to find a flaw within the strands of magic holding it together. The storm howls outside but Gwen hears nothing as she looks too deeply in the enchantment.
"Damascus steel."
The sudden voice makes Gwen flinch, jerking in her bonds. Snapped from her inspection Gwen's heart hammers as she turns to the speaker. Silver hair is the first thing she sees, it brings a quick spike of relief and an upwards quirk of her lips as Gwen feels a tingle at the base of her spine. With great effort Gwen pushes down her reaction and turns to the speaker with a baleful glare.
A young woman saunters forth, an amused tilt to her lips while she speaks. "Forged in the flames of a fire-wyrm, folded to create thousands of layers and tempered by icy waters."
Long silver hair is held back by a black circlet while her legs are framed by tight, black leggings. A magenta dress clings to the woman's curves while amethyst eyes idly inspect the trapped redhead.
The witch stops before the wooden frame that Gwen is shackled to; crossing her arms to stand with a pop to her hips. "Strengthened by the leaching runes carved on the blood oak behind you." The woman wears a cocky smirk as her gaze roves over the body of the girl before her.
A teasing edge taints the witch's voice. "Even little miss perfect can't break those."
The redhead huffs as she looks away, seemingly unconcerned with her captivity. "What do you want, Charmcaster?" Gwen watches the witch from the corner of her eye as she feels a stirring inside.
"I came to deal with an intruder." A sly smile stretches the witch's lips. "Turns out that it was a blessing in disguise that uncle Hex was busy for the night." A step forward and Charmcaster raises her hand. "Now then Gwen, why don't you tell me…"
Eyes flashing, Gwen pulls her head back with a shout that startles the witch. "Don't touch me!"
Charmcaster pulls her hand back, cradling it to her chest. The hurt look in her eyes makes something akin to guilt twinge within Gwen, but still the redhead keeps her eyes narrowed.
A calculating gaze meets Gwen's guarded expression and Charmcaster sees a hint of something lurking in those green eyes. The witch barks out a laugh, twirling before her captive with a violet glow to her eyes. Charmcaster shows a wide grin as specks of mana raise into the air. With her hands bathed in a violet light Charmcaster speaks in a low, husky timbre. "I can work with a no-touching rule."
The glint in her eyes sends a shiver of anticipation up Gwen's spine as she watches the witch shift her stance. Charmcaster mutters beneath her breath as she traces patterns through the air. Violet mana trails her fingertips forming the magic between them into a spell bound by her incantation.
Gwen squirms in place, wary of the magic settling on her body. She tries to puzzle out the nature of the spell even as it sinks into her skin. The odd sensation of a lock being closed resounds through her mind.
"Touch of frustration."
The words pierce her thoughts and Gwen's eyes snap up to look at the chanting witch. Silver hair flows through the air as the woman moves closer, body and arms swaying with the spell. Charmcaster stops before the captured redhead, flicking her tongue out across her lips before she grins. Mana swirls around her arms as she pushes them out, trailing violet vapors over the squirming girls body.
A soft whisper falls from Charmcaster's smiling lips. "Breath of sensation."
Gwen gasps as the magic forms a thin layer on her skin and heightens every sensation. The sudden drag of fabric over skin with every breath catches her by surprise. Goosebumps raise on her arms as she shivers. The slight wind coming through cracks in the walls curls around her body, dragging a ragged groan from her.
The clothes she wears pull at her skin with every breath she takes. "What did you do?" The words are a strangled mess as the redhead bites her lip to smother a moan. Her nipples push out against the shirt, catching at the fabric. Gwen shakes herself, moaning low in her throat at the spark of pleasure it brings.
Before her, Charmcaster raises a hand filled with a flame of violet energy. The witch drags it down slowly beside the redheads cheek. Never touching her, Charmcaster allows the haze of magic to lick Gwen's cheek. The redhead gasps, shuddering as the ethereal energy brings a touch of heat and pleasure that nearly overwhelms her. The heat pools low in her belly and unbidden she leans into the warmth, basking in the feeling. A slight whimper of disappointment escapes when the witch moves her hand away.
Charmcaster flashes a cheshire grin before she begins to dance. The witch's smile fades in her concentration as she twirls. The chanting in ancient symarian carries a strange melody as it draws in a steady rush of air from the nooks and crannies around them.
Gwen watches while every move of the charmcaster's arms directs the flow like a conductor. A barely perceptible shimmer forms before her as it whirls around her body. The rush of air kisses her skin and Gwen grits her teeth at the sensation.
A flash of pearly teeth in a wide grin is the only warning she gets; instinctively Gwen tries to pull her arms and legs in. The chains jerk as she pulls, clanging at the motion. Too late for her to do more than pinch her eyes shut the witch whirls with an arm slashing down.
The wind screams between them, tearing through the dark fabric of Gwen's clothes. A hint of cold sends goosebumps raising on Gwen's arms as the tatters fall from her body, creamy skin with a touch of rose is exposed to the air. A splattering of freckles dusts her chest and the tops of her breasts while Charmcaster's eyes are drawn to the smooth line of her belly.
Gwen's cry stutters as the witch sways before her, a breeze of wind directed around her body. She draws in a sharp breath as the flow follows the curves of her body. A non-existent touch that ignites a path of fire to follow the cold rush of air. Drops of her arousal slide down Gwen's thighs.
Any thought of hiding her body is lost as the kiss of wind weakens her knees. It swirls around each of her legs, twisting upwards until the two streams join together and rush past the junction of her thighs. A moan comes her at the cold, ticklish pressure. The touch of it teases Gwen enough to wish for more. The wind spirals around her hips and belly. Gwen shivers at the cold even as heat pools inside. Cool air pulls at her stiff nipples and Gwen whimpers.
She hears the witch's steps slow to a stop and slumps as the flow of air falls silent. A hint of nature's rage sounds in the background, the clap of thunder is smothered by Gwen's panting and Charmcaster's quick breath.
Her legs tremble and Gwen bites her lip while her head hangs low. The rush of air left goosebumps in its wake that set her nerves on edge. A tension within fills Gwen's voice with a tinge of fear, a desperate need as she tries to ignore the throbbing in her core. "Please Charmcaster."
The witch smirks while she shakes her head, obviously taking pleasure in the redhead's need as her attention is pulled downward from straining nipples when Gwen tries to rub her thighs together. Feeling Charmcaster's gaze on her and unable to clench her thighs together because of the chains Gwen groans. With her eyes pinched shut, Gwen tries to control the shaking of her body. Only faintly that Charmcaster is occupied with her satchel.
At the feel of a slight pull on her hair Gwen raises her head, opening her eyes brings a puzzled frown as a pair of small clippers float in front of her. A few strands of red hair float in a twisting magical haze, a metallic snip and the shining red hairs are stolen away. Charmcaster runs a hand through her own long hair and plucks out a few strands.
The hairs intertwine, a twisting braid of red and silver floats between them. held up by the continuous movement of the witch's hand.
For the first time Charmcaster hesitates, too aware of what such magic would have been used for even a few months in the past. She grits her teeth, steel flashes and a pained gasp resounds. Gwen watches the drops of blood that stain the clippers with wide eyes. The blood falls onto the braid a thrum of magic fills the air as Charmcaster chants faster and louder. The magic around them grows heavier as the chant increases in pitch. A brilliant flash lights the dark of her closed eyes for an instant and a whisper follows.
"Sense to body."
As the last note falls the magic is dense enough to take Gwen's breath away. The pressure in her ears pops when the spell takes hold and sinks into their bodies. She draws in a deep breath as she hears Charmcaster stumble back. A few quiet moments of reprieve as Gwen waits, unsure of what happened. She gasps at a soft touch on her cheek. The gasp turns to a light moan as fingertips caress her before trailing down Gwen's neck.
Opening her eyes she is surprised to see Charmcaster slumped in a chair across the room. Gwen watches as the witch slides her fingers down from her neck, in between her breasts. Puzzled she feels the ghost of a touch that follows the witch's hand. A surprised cry escapes Gwen when the witch pinches her own nipple with a wide grin.
A flush spreads over her skin as Gwen finally understands the purpose of the spell, her belly clenches at the realization. The silver haired witch laughs in delight as she stands, drawing Gwen's eyes to her. Charmcaster's voice is almost giddy as she pops the buttons that hold her outfit together.
"A spell of amplified sensation coupled with one that will prevent your release." Stepping out of her shoes Charmcaster lets her leggings drop down to her ankles, a hint of blue lace within them before they're kicked off to the side.
The silver haired witch twists and feels Gwen's gaze on her legs as she looks over her shoulder. "Topped off by a body link." Charmcaster flashes a mischievous smile. "You feel what I feel." At the last the dress falls down her shoulders. The moment seems stretched out by magic as it takes ages for the cloth to pool on the floor. Gwen's eyes are spellbound by the milky-white skin slowly revealed by the falling garment. Completely nude the witch saunters back to the chair, aware but uncaring of the gaze fixed on her swaying hips.
A simple wave of her hand and a blanket rushes up from a cabinet. Circling the witch's form, it gives the barest brush against her skin. Gwen gasps as she feels the echo, the softness of its caress. The blanket lands on the chair, a quick inspection before the witch settles herself with crossed legs as a queen on her throne. Amethyst meets emerald. That gaze runs a chill up Gwen's spine with the wicked promise it holds.
Gwen's eyes trail over Charmcaster's form. Clear, light skin, close to flawless with not a hair to find below her eyes. The faded edge of a scar is visible on her hip but nothing more. Gwen swallows painfully with her eyes fixed on pink nipples with a feathered edge that top the witch's full breasts. A dainty foot bounces to catch her attention. Following the flash of black nails she watches as the witch stretches her leg, pointing her toes at the redhead out before languidly moving it down to the floor. Gwen's eyes roam up the smooth skin to get a glimpse off a glistening prize.
"You know what will end this."
The words were almost lost to her as Gwen snaps from her silent reverie off rose weeping lips when she feels a ghostly scratch on her thigh. She inhales sharply when the scratch dips down to travel up the inside of her thigh. Gwen stretches up on her toes as the trail of fire climbs along with those fingers. A ragged gasp is torn from her throat as the nails run even higher.
Everything within Gwen is focused on the scrape of nails that raises the hairs on her arms. Her breath becomes harsher as that scratch comes ever closer to her throbbing core. The sensation suddenly disappears and Gwen lets out frustrated groan. She watches through her lashes as Charmcaster slings a leg over the arm of the chair and Gwen shifts her feet to stand more firmly. The witch gives a smile that does nothing to hide the want in her eyes.
An echo of the witch's hands flows over Gwen's body, a gentle caress over velvet skin. Soft fingers firmly knead her breasts and Gwen moans. A hissing breath as she feels a pull on her nipple, befuddled she watches the nipple stretch as she endures the delicious agony.
Her eyes fall on Charmcaster, watching as the woman grasps her own breasts. Kneading them slowly with changing pressure, the witch bites her lip. Gwen moans at a last pinch and pull before the manicured hand begins to drift downward.
A slight sheen of sweat coats Gwen's body, despite the furnace inside she shivers. Wetness from her swollen lips drips down her thighs as drops fall down between her feet. Inside Gwen a knot grows tighter and tighter. But the sight in front of her takes her breath away.
A slight flush gives a glow to Charmcaster's skin as she lays stretched out in the chair. With one leg slung over the arm of the chair, the other lies in front of her. Her toes stretch towards the redhead as the witch's fingers find a blooming heat. Gwen gasps as she feels a single finger trace a path through slippery lips. Up and down. They circle a straining clit as Gwen shudders with a staccato of moans.
A sudden absence of touch makes Gwen look up and horror blooms in her eyes. Charmcaster's grins when her hand comes down in a light slap to her own slit. Gwen jerks in her chains, a single moment of searing pain that bleeds into an aching pleasure. Each following slap is just a bit harder and makes Gwen howl.
Each one is a spike of pleasure driven though her until she can take no more.
Gwen hangs limply in her chains, the pain radiating from her lips changes to a haze of pleasure at a gentle touch when Charmcaster slides a single finger through her lips.
Quick, shallow breaths make Gwen's chest rise and fall rapidly. Two more fingers join the first, Gwen's arms jerk when she pulls the chains taut.. A quick look makes the redhead bite her lips as she sees Charmcaster's fingers become shiny from the coat of fluid on them. A groan erupts from the captured redhead when the echo of those fingers glides upwards between her lips, rubbing against her stiff and needy clit.
A spasm in her legs rattles the chain, Gwen cries out as waves of pleasure stoke the fire within. The witch gives a twist to her nipple that makes them both flinch. Charmcaster grits her teeth as Gwen lets out a wanton moan. Heat builds, each motion a spike of pleasure that shoots through them. The witch groans loudly, shifting between a rough and gentle touch that makes Gwen jerk in her bonds.
Through half-lidded eyes Gwen watches as Charmcaster pulls her leg up, resting her heel on the edge of the chair. An increasingly frantic motion feeds the heat inside. Gwen moans loudly, curling her toes as the knot inside her grows tighter. Her muscles begin to spasm as she is held on the edge of her release.
Faintly, as if from faraway Charmcaster's shout breaks through. "Say it!"
Gwen groans deeply, not wanting to give in. The roar of her blood pumping fills her ears, blocking out everything else. The pressure inside her is too much to resist, her magic is a roiling storm beneath her skin. She stands with trembling knees, desperate for the spell to end. Two fingers slip inside and the heel of a palm is ground against her and Gwen screams.
"Hope! Please!"
A slash of Charmcaster's unoccupied hand and the lock collapses, Gwen throws her head back as she feels the knot within grow tighter; fingers deep inside, curling again and again. The leaching runes distort the air around the wood as Gwen tries desperately to break free. Sweat covering her body she spasms. One last hook of the witch's fingers. Emerald meets amethyst and they come undone with a scream.
The ball of tension inside Gwen explodes, her world shudders and shakes around her. She cries out soundlessly with closed eyes and an open mouth. Wave after wave hits and Gwen pulls on her chains, her muscles spasm with each one.
As the last of her orgasm ebbs away, Gwen collapses in her bonds. Hanging limply in her chains, a low delirious moan is the only sound she can make. All the strength sapped from her limbs by the aftershocks running through her body. The occasional twitch jingles her chains.
A content melodious voice startles her back to the land of the living. "You really do enjoy this." With enormous effort Gwen finally manages to raise her head a fraction. "After all, it always takes so long before you finally say my name." There is just enough left to give an exhausted glare that does nothing but widen the witch's smile.
Raising her hand the witch glides it up over her skin. Gwen twitches in place until she feels the gentle caress on her cheek. Closing her eyes Gwen revels in the sensation, a quiet sigh is drawn from her at the ghost of a touch.
A teasing lilt to Hope's voice. "Well? Are you going to keep purring or will you tell me what you came for?"
The questions goes unanswered as the girl seems dead to the world, until eventually a smile pulls at Gwen's lips. Her eyes open to show a vibrant pink light and with a click the manacles open. She rises with only the slightest stumble as the glow fades. Her emerald eyes filled with a ferocious gleam.
"Oh I don't know, give me a moment to decide." The tone of her voice sends a shiver of anticipation up witch's spine even as she scrambles from the chair to flee. Gwen chases in hot pursuit as Hope runs from the room, the both of them laughing wildly.