A/N: This is again set in the AU where Valtor and Griffin ran away from the Coven but it stands on its own.
Kink - Hypnotic suggestion (but I've bent some rules here)
CW: Hypnotism, magic, vaginal sex, hair-pulling, power play, magic as sex protection
"Are you ready?" Valtor tugged on her braid playfully.
He ran his hands from her shoulder blades down to the small of her back and rested them the same inch of distance away from her ass that he'd left between their bodies instead of pulling her flush against him. His heated palms on her flesh were the only contact between them except for his voice in her ears and the tantalizing sweep of his breath over her neck raising her skin in goosebumps.
Griffin nodded, pulled taut like a string. "I am." She needed more of him. She needed his magic taking control of her body to make her into a painting for his eyes when he refused to do it with his hands. His gaze on her frame was just shy of the tangibility his fingerprints had on her skin. The feather-light caress of it would tease her the entire time he kept his hands and his cock to himself.
Energy rose from Valtor's frame barely perceptible at the edges of her mind as it snaked inside through the door she'd left wide open. It filled her up like he'd thrust his arousal inside her and her muscles responded.
A gasp tore from her lips at the tension gripping her body. She was ready to pounce, but only on his command. Rocking her hips in the erection he had to be sporting would be harder than moving a mountain with his will separating them like a black hole. Her mind was his to direct and so was her body.
"Now, I've left your awareness untouched. So you can enjoy yourself and let me know if that's not the case," Valtor's voice in her ear had her heart quivering. He could leave her blind to his very command of her being and the ways in which he took advantage of it. Her palm in his erased all logic from the world without any of his magic tangled between their fingers. Pulling the threads of her mind could unravel her in his feet – a prospect that would have sent her stomach curling in a knot without his distinctive signature coating the spell to soak her through in his essence.
"Valtor..." she went weak in the knees before they'd even started. Her body was already bending to his whims without the effect of his powers.
"I've rewired some of your brain's neural pathways." His lips followed the curve of the shell of her ear into a smirk to leave her breath stuck in her throat. Her perception was his playground where he could draw her a reality of his choosing. "Certain words are programmed to trigger a specific activity. Shall we give it a try?"
Griffin held her breath. It was the only part of her she could still control. She was his doll on strings waiting for him to make her dance to his wishes.
"Why don't we warm up with some... positions?"
Her body moved of its own accord, her magic laying out her yoga mat in the blink of an eye. The implication of his instructions wasn't lost on her but her weight was already rested on the mat and her limbs were twisting in yoga poses snatching all of her concentration for themselves.
She'd taken up yoga partly for Valtor's benefit. Meditation served her well for collecting her thoughts and magical energy but Valtor had complained he didn't see enough of her stretching and training anymore with no battles to prepare for. She tended to her little garden these days for relaxation and recreation although she rarely refused him a sparring – magical or not. And yoga was her go to when he wanted to gawk and she didn't feel like straining her body or her mind with memories.
Valtor had presented today's exercise as an opportunity to practice his hypnotic powers while helping her enjoy the heavy workout she tended to stay away from. Pure as his intentions were, he'd guide her through the entirety of his home gym just to tease his gaze over her form the entire time.
Her mind was swayed to yoga but her muscle memory ambushed her with the sensations of his body moving next to hers to a perfect distraction. Her energy wasn't hers to direct to the desired activities and Valtor had even employed her magic in his scheme to rob her of her tricks and use them against her.
His erection was the only thing straining in his otherwise relaxed form as he sat in a chair watching her twist herself in unfamiliar yoga positions. She was putting on a show he'd choreographed, the act itself growing her arousal somewhere in the back of her mind where she couldn't reach it. It was running like an underground river fed by the sight of him calmly enjoying the view that had to send his blood rushing to his cock.
"How about we try arms next?" Valtor made it all sound like a suggestion as if his magic hadn't reconstructed her mind to obey him with a single word.
Her body moved to the discovery "arms" meant intimate time with his punching bag. The energy draining into each punch contrasted harshly with the frustration growing under his hovering presence and the heady rush of endorphins. His magic was working to make her enjoy the physical exertion and his scheme was coming along, too.
Each word from his mouth stroked her with anticipation of the next order she'd be obeying. His fingers flitted over her body with corrections to her stance like she was a musical instrument he was tuning, but without his will her sounds bubbled up in her throat with no outlet despite the punching bag in front of her. She was a plaything and a work of art at the same time and she let him mold her like clay in his hands.
"Legs" meant time on his excercycle as he leaned back to watch her again like he'd tired of working around the words that would trigger the responses he'd wired in her brain. Sweating had filtered out of her mind at the entering question of his struggle with arousal. He hadn't rushed through a moment of their game but she wouldn't have noticed him doing it anyway. Her lips parted as she stared at him and the erection constrained in his pants. All the water he'd offered her couldn't have satisfied her thirst when he kept his distance and the air of unaffectedness surrounding him like an impenetrable barrier.
Valtor offered her a hand to help her down from the improvised bike. His suggestion about passion was nothing more than his next play.
He twirled her around in a dance they'd perfected in the ballrooms of monarchs they'd robbed later in the night but her muscles were tired to leave her clinging to him and her memory dropped the formal wear right out of sight to leave her feeling for naked flesh. Valtor's bicep under her fingers only thrust her deeper into her fantasy and sliding her palm down over his pecks and abs would shut the door to the real world. His still hand on the small of her back was the only thing holding her in place as wetness dripped from her in a hopeless attempt to fill the emptiness inside. All she needed between her thighs was his head or, better yet, his hips to sling her legs over and urge him deep inside her.
"What do you say we switch to ass and breasts now?" He whispered in her ear before releasing her like his hard cock hadn't been pressed into her lower belly the whole time.
Her legs were only holding her with the strength of his magic in command of her body. The treadmill had been his loophole to go for a run while staying inside with her. Now it was her podium as he watched her breasts and ass bounce regardless of the exhaustion claiming her muscles.
"Valtor... I need a break." The throbbing of her clit wouldn't kill her but she couldn't give him more than she had in her.
He was next to her in the seconds it took her to pant once his magic released her from the need to exercise. Without him to put it there, chances were she never would've felt it. She was content between the pages of a book or between his body and the mattress.
Valtor lifted her up in his arms after she turned off the treadmill. "Looks like I stretched all your muscles without laying a finger on you," he cupped her cheek in a tender contrast to his smug voice and laid her down on the bed like she was precious.
"Not all of them," Griffin shook her head out of his caress to let him taste his own medicine. "Without your cock there's nothing for me to clench on," she squeezed the bulge in his pants sending a jolt through him. He'd kept her preoccupied with her own body instead of his far too long.
A devious grin spread over his face. "Let's fix that then."
He rolled her over on her stomach without any protest from her tired form. Their clothes were gone to steal her breath out of her lungs and before she could have filled them, he thrust inside her. She was full of him, walls gripping at him in the absence of the sounds suffocated in her throat in her breathlessness.
Valtor hauled her hips up to lift her on all fours briefly. Her arms would give out in a minute so she propped herself on her elbows instead. Her breasts brushed against the sheets with every thrust of his cock inside her. She was already shuddering from the pleasure running through her.
Valtor rested his hand at the base of her braid, fingers splayed over the back of her neck. "Do you want me to make you moan?" A senseless question even in the context of his spell lingering in the back of her mind. He himself had surrendered more lucidity to it than he'd known.
"Yes," she dug her nails in his wrist – both in backup to her soft voice and to urge his hand away from her hip and between her legs. Her clit was pulsing madly with the anticipation of the trigger word.
Valtor leaned against her ear again. "Good thing I'm not in your throat," his fingers closed in her hair in a rough tug synced perfectly with the moan shedding from her vocal cords. There was no telling whether it'd been his magic or her own responsiveness drawing out the sound and she sank deeper in the mindlessness he was weaving for her.
"Valtor," she whined, "I need you to touch my-"
His hand between her shoulder blades pushed her face-first in the sheets, the other one wrapping around her wrist to hold her in position. At that angle she could come without clitoral stimulation. All she needed was the uninterrupted rhythm of his hips and his knowledge of how to play her body.
"Are you curious if I can make you come on command?" Valtor groaned in her ear, his body moving with hers and closing in on the finish line. He'd been next to her the whole time with his magic in her mind and his need complementing hers.
There wasn't a doubt in her mind, only the question of how to surrender – let his magic bring her to orgasm or leave it to the intimate information she'd given him along with the access to her body.
"Oh, please," her voice was muffled by the fabric poking at her lips but nothing could silence the frantic pleas of her body as she rocked back to meet his hips. They had only seconds to spare before she came anyway.
"My pleasure," Valtor growled in her ear. He sank his teeth in her shoulder as she trembled under him.
Tears spilled into the sheets at the slow burn of pleasure through her whole body. Her muscles shook, her walls squeezing his orgasm from his twitching cock to make him moan. His body weighed down on her when her relaxed on top of her form.
"I'll be so sore tomorrow I might not be able to get out of bed," Griffin mumbled. Her eyes were closing from the exertion and his pleasant warmth covering her as she rested her hips on the bed and he followed, draped over her like a blanket.
"You'll be feeling me for days to come in every muscle of your body," Valtor trailed kisses down her neck.
She smiled into the sheets to mirror the curl of his lips against her skin as he wrapped his arms around her. Moving was an unlikely option now that they were spent and satisfied. He'd made their love echo in her body as well as in her mind