Tags: Lemon, Femdom, Soft Bondage. Anastasia (OC) x Marx

Takes place around Chapter 3

After a long night entangled in the webs of politics and the exhausting task of chasing after Julius, Marx decided to check on Anastasia, ensuring she was still dutifully immersed in her responsibilities. While he had grown accustomed to Julius' unpredictability and the need to keep a close eye on him, his sister was a different story. Her work ethic was as steady as the stars she so beautifully commanded, a stark contrast to her brother's erratic nature. Yet, it was precisely because of this dedication that Marx found himself worrying about her in other ways. The cosmos mage had a tendency to lose herself in her work, often pushing past the point of exhaustion without so much as a pause to hydrate. Over time, he had made it a habit to bring her a glass of water at regular intervals, a subtle but sincere way of showing his support and care.

As he walked down the corridor toward her room, memories of their first meeting flickered in his mind. He recalled the moment he had first laid eyes on her- the king's sister, a cosmic beauty with a presence that felt as though it had been touched by the heavens. She had greeted him with a radiant smile, one that seemed to light up the room, her warm and inviting personality drawing him in like a moth to a flame. From that moment on, Marx had been captivated, finding solace in those brief interactions, and growing increasingly aware of the depth of his feelings for her. As Marx walked down the hall, the glass of water cool against his hand, his mind wandered back to those early encounters with her. Her purple eyes, so strikingly similar to Julius', held a depth that was entirely their own. Where the king's gaze could be piercing and intense, Anastasia's shimmered with curiosity and kindness. He remembered how, during their first meeting, she had excitedly invaded his personal space, eager to learn about his magic, her genuine interest making him feel seen in a way he hadn't expected. Every time their eyes met afterward, she would greet him with that same sincerity, a warmth that had slowly but surely etched itself into his heart.

As he reached the end of the hall where her office was, Marx paused. Through the slightly ajar door, he saw Anastasia hunched over her desk, her breathing erratic. A soft moan escaped her lips, and his heart skipped a beat, the sound sending a jolt through him. His eyes widened as he watched her, her body rising and falling, quivering in response to some unseen stimulus. His own pulse quickened, the rhythmic pounding in his chest matching the chaos in his mind. Was she in pain? Or was it something else entirely? His thoughts raced with possibilities, each one more overwhelming than the last. He hesitated, torn between the urge to rush to her side and the fear of what he might discover if he did.

"L-lady Anastasia…are you alright?" He said from the doorframe, a mix of concern and a strange anticipation he couldn't quite place.

She slowly turned her head, her flushed face and labored breathing contrast against the cool glass of water in his trembling hand. When their eyes met, he noticed the subtle shift in her expression—her eyebrows upturned as if caught between exhilaration and discomfort. The confusion that swirled in Marx's mind was quickly joined by something unfamiliar, a strange cocktail of emotions that made his heart pound even harder.

"Get out." Her voice was low but firm, a command that sent a chill down his spine as her white grimoire appeared beside her, an unmistakable signal of her authority.

The memory mage didn't need to be told twice. He hurriedly placed the glass of water on Dr. Owen's desk, his hands shaking, and then bolted from the room. His arms swung wildly, betraying his nerves as his legs carried him away as fast as they could. Marx didn't stop until he reached an empty exam room nearby, where he leaned heavily against the door, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

His mind reeled, struggling to process what he had just witnessed. The sight of the cosmos mage, usually so composed and radiant, in such a vulnerable state left him shaken. What had caused her to react like that? And why had his own emotions been so tangled and intense? Marx clutched his chest, trying to calm his racing heart, but the memory of her flushed face and commanding presence lingered, refusing to fade from his thoughts.

'Was she just…masturbating?' he raised a trembling hand to his mouth 'at…at work?'

The door behind him suddenly opened, pushing him farther into the room. Anastasia barreled in, locking the door behind her. He turned towards her, taking a step back, shocked that she found him so soon.

"L-lady Anas-"

"Cosmos magic: Andromeda"

The air around her began to shimmer with a soft, radiant glow, as if the stars themselves were descending from the heavens to aid her. The starlight gathered and coalesced into slender, luminous chains, each link glistening with an otherworldly brilliance that hints at the vastness of the cosmos. The chains spiraled and weaved through the air, shooting towards Marx's limbs. As the chains wrapped around him, encircling his wrists and ankles, they coiled around his torso, holding him firmly in place. Despite their ethereal appearance, the chains exerted an unyielding grip, making it clear that any attempt to escape would be futile. He shifted slightly within his bonds, assessing its might, the starlight casting shifting patterns on his face as he weighed his options. The glow of the chains reflected in his golden eyes, lending them an almost ethereal quality as he finally met the cosmos mage's gaze.

"Tell me, Marx," She said, her voice sharp "What exactly did you see?"

As she stepped closer, her unwavering gaze locked onto Marx's eyes, he felt a strange flutter in his chest- a thrill that contradicted the nerves tightening in his stomach. The chains of starlight, though binding, seemed to pulse with a warmth that was almost inviting, casting an ethereal glow that softened the edges of his apprehension. Marx had admired her from afar for some time, but now, bound before her, a curious excitement stirred within him. It was as if the very spell meant to constrain him also symbolized the connection he secretly yearned for.

"I-I didn't-"

He hesitated, the tension between them electric. The chains tightened slightly, their starlit glow reflecting in Anastasia's eyes, which seemed to hold galaxies of understanding and determination. He felt heat rising to his face as he stared into her cosmic eyes, boring into his soul. Despite the situation, or perhaps because of it, Marx couldn't help but find her even more captivating.

"Wh- what do you plan to do to me?" He stammered, his voice quivering slightly with a mix of apprehension and something else—an unfamiliar thrill that made his heart race.

"It depends on your answer…" She replied, her voice low and melodic, carrying an edge of both authority and intrigue.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes never leaving his. She stepped closer, the air between them charged with an almost palpable tension. She wrapped her fingers gently but firmly around the memory mage's neck, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver down his spine. It was a touch that held power, but also a strange kind of tenderness that made Marx's pulse quicken.

"What did you see?" she whispered in his ear, her breath a soft caress that sent goosebumps trailing across his skin. Her words were a delicate blend of seduction and demand, promising consequence.

Marx swallowed hard, his mind racing. The sensation of her fingers against his neck was both grounding and electrifying, anchoring him to the moment even as his thoughts spiraled. He could feel the weight of her expectation, the earnestness in her voice a testament to the importance of his response.

Suddenly, as if summoned by an unseen force, Marx's grimoire materialized in the air beside him, its pages fluttering open to a spell that shimmered with latent energy. Before Anastasia could fully process what was happening, a surge of mana erupted from Marx, coursing through his body with an intensity that took her by surprise. The mana raced through the hand that gripped his neck, a torrent of raw power that crackled like electricity between them. She felt it rushing up her arm, a tidal wave of magic that overwhelmed her senses and left her momentarily breathless. In that split second, Marx's eyes seemed to glow with a brilliance that mirrored the starlight chains binding him. His focus sharpened, and his expression shifted from one of vulnerability to something more resolute and determined.

Anastasia's mind was ensnared by the sudden influx of Marx's magic, a flood of images and sensations that swept her along in its wake. She gasped, her grip on his neck faltering as the world around her blurred, and the boundaries between their consciousnesses began to dissolve. Her memories flashed before her eyes, a whirlwind of moments both recent and distant, as Marx's mana reached into the depths of her mind. She felt a strange tugging sensation, as if her very essence was being sifted through, examined, then locked in a box. His spell was a delicate dance of power and precision, weaving through her thoughts with an intimacy that was both unsettling and strangely familiar. The cosmos mage's heart pounded in her chest as she realized that Marx was drawing on his unique ability to touch upon her memories, a facet of his magic that was both formidable and mysterious. As quickly as it had begun, the surge of mana subsided, leaving a lingering resonance in the air. Anastasia blinked, her vision clearing as the spell's influence receded. She looked at Marx, her expression as blank as a canvas and her binding spell slowly melted away.

The memory mage's feet finally touched solid ground, his hands instinctively rubbing the spot on his wrist where the binding chains had tightly ensnared him. The phantom sensation of starlight restraints sent a shiver down his spine, but instead of fear, it was excitement that coursed through his veins. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed the thrill that still lingered.

"My, that was…thrilling," he admitted, his voice carrying a mix of genuine admiration and something more dangerous. He fanned his face with his hand, a sly smile beginning to curl at the corners of his lips. "Why don't we try that again…tonight? In your room."

His words hung in the air, laced with playful challenge. As he looked at Anastasia, her expression was unreadable at first, her violet eyes studying him intently. Then, after a brief pause, she let out a soft huff, her own lips curving into a tender smile that softened the earlier intensity.

"Of course, Darling," she responded, her voice dripping with affection. "I'd do anything for my lovely husband."

Marx's heart fluttered at her words, though he knew they were born from the false memories he had planted within her mind. Even so, the way she spoke them, with such warmth and sincerity, made it all feel painfully real. He relished the sweetness of her smile, the way she seemed genuinely pleased at the thought of spending the night together. And for a moment, he allowed himself to bask in the illusion he had created, fully aware that tonight, in her room, he would savor every fleeting second of this fantasy before reality could tear it away.

Marx stood outside Anastasia's room in the palace, his heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. The corridor was dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners and casting elongated silhouettes on the walls. Despite the lavish surroundings, an air of tension gripped him, holding him captive to his own daring action. He glanced down at his hands, still tingling with the residual energy from the spell he had cast. The memory he had planted in her mind was a carefully woven tapestry of emotions and events, vivid and convincing enough to reshape her reality. In her mind, they were no longer just part of the royal court- they were bound by the sacred vows of marriage.

The idea had been born out of a moment of impulsive desperation, a spark of desire that he had long kept hidden beneath layers of professionalism and decorum. But now that it had taken root, Marx found himself caught between the pull of his conscience and the allure of the fantasy he had created. A knot of guilt twisted in his stomach as he imagined Anastasia waking up, believing in a life that was never truly hers. He knew the deceit was wrong, a breach of trust that went against everything he stood for. Yet, there was a part of him that yearned to experience this illusion, even if only for a fleeting moment.

"Just for tonight," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart.

It was a compromise, a promise to himself that he would indulge in the fantasy only until morning. After that, he would find a way to set things right, to restore the truth and face whatever consequences awaited him.

Summoning his resolve, Marx reached for the doorknob, the cool metal grounding him as he turned it slowly. The door creaked open, revealing Anastasia's room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him, seemingly lost in thought. Marx hesitated for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. She was radiant in the gentle light, her hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of stars. The room was filled with an air of serene intimacy, a space meant for sharing whispers and dreams.

Steeling himself, he stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. She turned at the sound, her eyes lighting up with a warmth and familiarity that tugged at his heartstrings. The memory he had implanted was clearly taking hold, her expression a mixture of affection and curiosity.

"Marx," she said softly, a smile playing on her lips as if she had been expecting him all along. "I was just thinking about how lucky we are to have each other."

The words sent a pang through his chest, a reminder of the reality he had altered. But her happiness, however artificial, was a balm to his own long-held yearning.

"I feel the same way," Marx replied, his voice gentle and sincere.

He approached her slowly, each step deliberate and filled with a mixture of trepidation and yearning. As he drew nearer, he noticed the way her skin glowed in the moonlight, the delicate rise and fall of her breath mirroring the rhythm of his own. Anastasia reached for his hand, her touch warm and reassuring, and Marx felt a sense of calm wash over him. As she turned towards him, he noticed that she was dressed in something more alluring than he had ever seen her wear before- a delicate silk gown that clung to her figure in all the right places, its fabric shimmering subtly with each movement. The soft material accentuated her natural grace, highlighting the curves of her silhouette and leaving her shoulders and collarbone elegantly exposed. Marx felt a rush of emotions at the sight, a blend of awe and longing that stirred something deep within him. Her beauty in that moment was breathtaking, almost otherworldly, and he found himself momentarily entranced by the way the moonlight seemed to weave through her hair, turning it into a cascade of liquid silver.

His heart raced as he watched the adoration on her face, the warmth in her eyes, and a trust and affection that tugged at the edges of his conscience, reminding him of the deception he had woven. But the allure of the moment was undeniable, a siren's call that beckoned him closer. He felt a familiar sense of vulnerability and anticipation, the kind that comes from standing on the precipice of something both thrilling and terrifying.

"I've been waiting eagerly for you, Marx," Anastasia murmured, her voice a soft melody that filled the space between them.

The way she said his name, with such tenderness and familiarity, sent a shiver down his spine, stirring feelings he had long kept hidden. She tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck, hovering her face close to his. He dared wrap his trembling arms around her waist, caressing the soft fabric of her lingerie with his palms. The cosmos mage giggled, sensing the disturbance in her illusory spouse.

"There's no need to be so nervous, darling" she said as her starlit chains appeared, spiraling and weaving through the air behind her. "After all, this is what you asked for."

He exhaled at her words and took her lips in his, feverishly kissing the cosmos mage. For now, he would savor this illusion, allowing himself to be enveloped in the comfort of their imagined bond. Tomorrow, he would face the truth and undo the memory, but tonight was theirs to share. Anastasia pushed him down to the bed, straddling the memory mage. He allowed her to undo his arms from her waist and pin them above his head. The starlit chains gently slithered along his limbs, coiling around his arms, shins and torso once more. The cool sensation sent a shiver up Marx's spine as invigoration began to build up below the belt. She stuck her tongue in his mouth as if she reached into his throat to gag him, the sudden sensation causing him to groan deeply. The cosmos mage reached up and wove her fingers through his blue hair, gripping him at the roots. She kissed him with domineering passion, slithering her tongue along his. She then pulled back with a gentle pop as their lips separated. With an exhale she bit his bottom lip and dragged her tongue down his neck. He found himself moaning, his skin warming from her tongue then cooling in the moonlit air, the contrasting sensation driving him wild. Each new sensation would drive him deeper into submission, a fantasy he never dared bring to life until tonight…Just for tonight.

He soon felt her teeth grazing his nape, drawing in a shaky breath as he anticipated her move. She moved painfully slow, teasing him with every moment, savoring his reactions.

"You're mine, Marx," She whispered.

Her teeth sank into his skin causing him to tremble. She would bite and suck, leaving her mark on him, teasing him with sultry moans as she did so. Her chains tightened along with her excitement, listening to the groans he released as he teetered the line between pain and pleasure.

"Y-yes" He panted "Yes, Lady Ahna...Anastasia"

She pulled back from him and bore her eyes into his, looking at him hungrily as she ripped open his buttoned shirt. She slowly shuffled down his body, kissing and licking every curve and line she found. Marx could feel his nerves igniting, his breath heaving as she moved towards his waistline. She stopped by the V in his pelvis and sank her teeth into his skin once more, marking him by his hip. He gasped, arching slightly in surprise, his blood rushing to his erection. She undid his pants, lowering them just enough to give her access to please him. She paused, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes and he looked down at her, pleading with unspoken words to continue. She watched his member throb then licked her lips, breathing ever so gently over the head. He found himself fighting against the chains, eager for this woman to wrap her mouth around his dick. She opened her mouth and moved in closer, her lips just touching his tip and he grunted in frustration, pulling on his binds. Anastasia giggled, pleased with his reaction then pulled back, A small amount of viscous liquid trailing from his tip and her mouth. She lapped it up from her lips and stared, waiting for him to speak.

"P-please…" Marx began to speak, his inhibitions crumbling as he gazed into the cosmic purple of her eyes.

Anastasia's eyes rolled at the song of his begging voice and a sickening smile spread on her face.

"Yes, darling?" She said, dipping her tongue in his fluid and pulling back again "Tell me…"

He curled at the waist, attempting to shove himself down her throat. "I need you…" he growled, exhaling in need.

"You need me?" She teased, dragging her tongue up his pelvis.

The memory mage trembled, his nails digging into his palms in utter exasperation. He was on fire, burning under the starlight that was this woman. His muscles tensed then relaxed, anticipating her next bite, lick or kiss. His need became unbearable and although he was so used to telling them what to do, it was now his turn to be told.

"I'm all yours, Lady Anastasia." he said under his breath "Please consume me…"

The cosmos mage exhaled in excitement and removed her lingerie, baring herself to him entirely. Marx's eyes widened at the sight, tracing every curve with his eyes. His heart raced as he watched her bare form crawling back down and hovering above him.

She looked up at him once more and smiled sincerely, her eyes full of love and adoration and said "Good boy."

She took him entirely into her mouth, pausing as the head hit the back of her throat and allowed him to throb there, savoring the sensation. His face contorted into a lustful smile, exhilarated at the wet warmth that enveloped his member. Marx allowed the floodgates of his emotions to burst open, letting the torrent of feelings he had suppressed for so long engulf him. Desire, raw and unbridled, surged through him as he thought of her- of the warmth in her eyes, the way her laughter filled a room, and the grace with which she wielded her magic. The envy that gnawed at him, a deep-rooted jealousy of the bond she shared with her brother and that damned black bulls member, a connection he had longed for but could never truly claim. The regret followed close behind, a bitter reminder of every moment he had hesitated, every chance he had let slip by without confessing the depth of his feelings. Yet, amidst the whirlwind of emotion, there was a profound, almost overwhelming joy. For in this moment, through the web of his own creation, he had her. The woman who had unknowingly ensnared his heart, who had bound him with invisible chains of affection and longing, was now his- if only in memory. And that memory, false as it was, brought him a happiness he had never dared to dream of.

Anastasia curled her tongue around him, ensuring each inch received attention. She moved slowly, savoring the salty taste, sucking gently to beckon more out of him. She moaned against the thickness, the sound giving him a low vibration. Marx threw his head back, shutting his eyes closed as he hyper-focused on the sensation. He allowed his body to become her plaything and knew her fervor was only for him. She moved with fluidity, taking him in entirely, then returning to his tip, alternating tightness and looseness with her lips. Marx, gaining volume, soon felt himself building up to bursting. He fought the urge to release, refusing to let this moment end too soon. He soon felt the cool room air caress his body, causing him to slightly open his eyes. His breathless moans became pants as he struggled to catch his breath and he stared at the ceiling, willing with all of his might not to look down for fear that he would end it all. The cool space was soon replaced by the warmth of Anastasia's body as she slowly mounted him. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her breasts press against his chest, skin to skin. Her nose caressed his jawline, her lips reaching his ear.

"Marx," she moaned softly "you're getting me excited too…"

He forced himself to take a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort to maintain control. But as he gazed at her, that unmistakable sharpness in his golden eyes intensified, a glint of hunger and longing that he could no longer deny.

"Fuck me, Anastasia."

She happily sank him into herself, his member easily gliding in with the abundance of slick juices. The cosmos mage adjusted the chains to pull him into a sitting position and she wrapped herself around him. She took his mouth into hers once more, consuming him with a wild passion. Their lips collided with a force that was almost desperate, driven by a hunger neither of them could control. Their voices went hoarse as they rang through the air in a lustful song, shouting cries of pleasure. Each breath she took was a shuddering sigh, a prelude to the pleasure building between them. He felt her grinding him deeply, savoring her body against his. He grabbed onto the chains, using them as leverage to thrust back into her, returning the fervor. She desperately held onto his back with one arm and with the other wrapped around his waist, she urged his hips to keep thrusting. Muscles burned as they slapped their bodies together. The mages began to tremble together, becoming one in their desire. Anastasia arched herself into him, allowing his name to roll off her tongue as she squirted all over him. He too burst mid-thrust, splattering cum and bodily fluid all over themselves, each other and ruining the bedsheets. There they stayed connected, the starlight gently fading as her spell came undone just as they had in their final moment. Their bodies fell to the bed with a gentle thud, heaving heavily as they caught their breath. Sweat clung to their skin and they could feel each other's heartbeats against their spouse's chest. The memory mage tuned into the sensation of her weight on him as she laid, savoring the rise and fall of her chest on his as skin slightly slid against his. The moment played freshly in his mind- her dominant spirit, the pleasure of her body on his, the way she treated him with the perfect balance of love and disrespect, everything was far better than anything he could have fantasized. The cosmos mage rolled off of her mate, laying at his side as she panted. Marx looked at her, watching Anastasia's familiar, flushed aftersex face as she looked back at him and knew.

This would be far from the last time.