Brightthorn Ch. 01: Ritual

If she wanted him to do better than he would play along. He did actually manage well with women, although he couldn't take all of the credit. Saving a damsel in distress was an easy way to get in their good graces, and an adventurer in town was always a welcome sight. He actually hadn't had much luck with any peers though. He told himself he hadn't successfully made a move on Yenel or Winry because it wasn't a good idea to get involved with guild-mates, but he knew that plenty of others in the guild were in relationships, both romantic and purely physical. He hadn't managed anything with either of them because he knew he didn't have the charm for it.

He cleared his throat, ready to try again. "May I have your name, fair maiden?"

The witch's grip on his cock loosened slightly, but she didn't stop stroking him. "Why brave sir," she played along, "my name is Esandra, and who are you?" At least he wasn't making things worse now.

"I'm Leoric Ander, of Brightthorn," he steeled himself before he continued, ready to mess up again. "Sweet Lady Esandra, I can't help but be taken by your beauty and charms. I would be honored for the chance to adore you with the attention you deserve if you were to but grant me the chance."

For what seemed like the first time since she had started in on him, Esandra looked away from him, breaking their eye contact. If Leoric didn't know better he would have thought he saw a hint of pink on her pale cheeks. She quickly recovered, meeting his eyes again, and smiling again, her hand moving up from his chest and tracing along his jaw. "A little corny but much improved, brave Leoric."

He knew he was just playing her game now, and that she was still an incredibly dangerous witch that had him firmly in her clutches, but it was so easy to forget that with how the two of them were acting now. She was quite beautiful. "I'm sorry, Esandra," he said, slightly more confident now that she wasn't laughing at him. "Your beauty is distracting me, and my thoughts are astray. Would you do me the honor of letting me give you the attention you deserve?"

"You think much of yourself, Leoric, to believe you have such talents, but I don't often have brave adventures who are so eager to help me cure my loneliness." Her touch around his cock had gone from almost painful to feather-light, her palm almost gliding along him. "I have been without a lover for a long time, Leoric. Do you really think you can help slate my desires?"

"I will do my best, Esandra." At that moment he actually meant it. Leoric had already given up, he knew he couldn't stop her. She would do whatever she wished to with him, the only thing he could do was play along and have some fun before whatever happened.

She peered up into his eyes for another few moments, before she nodded and stepped back from him, her hands leaving his body and moving to her own. Esandra began the task of getting out of her robes, which seemed to have more order to it than Leoric would have thought. It seemed comprised of three different layers and had to be undone in a specific order. One by one they dropped off of the witch's body, and Leoric was transfixed by the sight. It wasn't until the second on dropped to the cave floor around her feet that more of her pale skin began to be revealed. The robes had been heavy enough that he hadn't gotten a good idea of her figure before now, but as each garment fell he only wanted her more and more. She was slender, but still with a curve to her hips and a swell to her chest. She wasn't the curviest woman he had seen certainly, but she didn't lack any. The last layer dropped down the floor, leaving her just wearing her sandals which she quickly kicked off. Again she briefly looked away from him, but only for a moment. His gaze wandered along her, following the curve of her bust and following along her flat stomach and down to the small tuft of hair between her legs. She hadn't been lying before about being aroused, even from here he could tell.

Esandra didn't stand before him naked for long before she was walking back up to him, her bare hips swaying. "You're not disappointed, are you?"

"How could I possibly be?" Leoric replied, completely honestly, even he was beginning to forget this was a game they were playing. "You really are beautiful."

Her hands were reaching up, and wrapping around his neck, but she stopped for a moment at his last words, noticing how honest they were. She was only paused for a moment, but he thought he could see a genuine reaction on Esandra's face. Her bare chest pressed against his undershirt as she put both hands around his neck, leaning forward against him and looking up at him. The witch stayed there for a moment, his cock pinned between the two of them. She didn't say anything before she pulled herself up against him, her slender figure not weighing much as she brought her legs up and hooked them around his waist holding herself up, his cock resting underneath her, nestled against her ass cheeks. Their faces were inches apart now and their bodies pressed tightly together. He could feel her breath against him, how excited she was.

"You really do want me, don't you?" she murmured. Esandra rocked back and forth against him slowly, grinding his cock against her ass.

"Yes," he answered simply. For the first time, he wished he wasn't bound, not so he could escape, but so he could grab onto her and put an end to her teasing. She hung onto him for a few more tantalizing moments, waiting as long as she could. Esandra had more control than he did, he couldn't stand to wait anymore. "Esandra, I want you." He couldn't help but say it.

That seemed to be enough for her. Esandra pulled herself up and positioned herself over his cock. Leoric held his breath as he felt the head of his cock pressing against her. The smile on her face slowly melted into a moan of pleasure as the witch began to lower herself down onto his shaft. Leoric had been trying to hide the pleasure she had been giving him this entire time, but he didn't anymore. He groaned out as she sank down onto him, his cock pressing into her sex. His head rolled back, as his cock disappeared into her, his entire shaft surrounded in her arousal.

Her breathing was hot against his chest as she stayed there, impaled on his cock. Esandra was biting her lower lip looking up at him, a smile still clear on her expression. "What a naughty adventurer you are Leoric, being seduced by a witch. What would your pretty companions think of you if they walked in right now?"

"I don't want to think about them right now," he murmured. The truth was he knew exactly how they would react. Yenel would be horrified, but sympathetic and Winry would be furious. The guild would be told about all of this, and she would never let him live it down. He didn't have either of those women on his mind though, his thoughts were consumed by Esandra. "Do you really want to talk about them when we could be fucking instead?"

She out a laugh, but unlike the last one, this was sultry and hot against his neck. "You're right. Why waste a good hard cock talking about other women when I could be riding it right now." And Esandra did just that, pulling herself up against him by his shoulders and along his cock before she sunk back down it. She let out another moan, pushing herself up him again.

Again Leoric wished his hands were free to touch her, but Esandra was doing a fine job riding his cock all of her own. He didn't need to move a muscle for her sex to grind up and down his shaft, every movement sending a wave of pleasure through him. He was thankful that he had a break between her sucking his cock to the two of them fucking. He had reclaimed a small amount of self-control in the downtime, otherwise, he would have already climaxed. The witch's pace along him was relentless, her moderate chest bouncing along with her movements, as she raced along his shaft. She seemed to be losing herself in the pleasure of the act as much as he was. His current dire position was hardly on his mind anymore as he was preoccupied with the beautiful woman using his cock. His eyes moved from watching her face, the small changes in expression as Esandra felt a sudden wave of pleasure, down along her naked body. The reminders of his circumstances came every time he tried to pull his hands forward and touch her, either in an attempt to run a hand through her wonderfully exotic white hair or to clutch onto her backside and pull her against him. It was a small distraction in an ocean of pleasure. It was becoming more and more difficult to focus on the tiny problem of his impending doom, as the pleasure continued to mount. The reserve of self-control he had built up was rapidly being drained by her enthusiastic movements and relentless pace.

"Esandra," he groaned out, unable to stop himself from gasping out her name.

"Leoric," she murmured in reply, her breath short and hot against him.

"I can't last much longer."

"Just a little longer," she cooed, "I'm so close."

This entire time she had been trying to make him cum for her ritual, and now she wanted him to hold back? Leoric was at the end of his control. The last tatters of it slipping away, but at hearing the urgency in her voice he tried. He really did. Esandra's arms wrapped tighter around him, pulling their bodies closer than ever. They were face to face as she rode his cock. Her mouth was parted in pleasure, the moans almost coming out of her non-stop until she leaned forward and kissed him. Leoric was shocked by the gesture, at the passionate hungry touch of her mouth. He gave himself over to her without thinking about it. Her movements didn't slow even as he tasted her tongue and felt her gasping against his mouth. She sank down his cock again, his length filling her up as she began to quiver against him. He could feel her entire body shaking against his as she moaned in her own release. He was already only hanging on by a thread, and hearing her whimpers of pleasure was the breaking point. His cock pulsed inside of her, shooting his seed into her eager sex. The pleasure continued with each moment as he gave her exactly what she wanted, kissing her the entire time.

Esandra didn't climb off of him. Even with the two of them finished, she stayed there, his cock slowly softening and slipping out of her. The kiss hadn't ended yet, just slowed as it became more tender until she did finally pull back, looking at him warmly, her pale face flushed and sweating. The witch seemed quite happy, holding her body against his, the two of them just looking at each other. She lowered her head, resting it against his shoulder as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Leoric was scared to speak as if it would break whatever spell had brought on this shared moment of passion. But even without him saying anything the warmth was soon leaving her face and her expression darkening as she lowered her legs and unwrapped herself from him. She was still looking at him as she took a step away, his seed dripping down her thighs. Her expression changed to one of regret or remorse.

"Esandra?" he said softly, nervous about the change in her demeanor. He knew she had something planned for him, his mind was far clearer now that the height of his lust had passed. He also knew that what had just happened wasn't something she had planned.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking down from him and turning from towards the rugged table. Esandra didn't stop for her robes, walking over to it completely naked. Another time Leoric's eyes would have been squarely on her surprisingly ample backside, but the tone of her voice had him further on edge.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his heart falling at her tone.

She didn't look back at him as she picked up a leaf of some unknown plant from the table and used it to scrape his seed from her thighs and to collect what was slowly dripping out of her. "Some things are out of my hands if I had another way I wouldn't be doing this and not to you." She brought the leaf up to the mortar, dropping it in and beginning to crush it with the reagents she had prepared earlier.

"I don't understand."

Esandra looked back at him, a small pitying smile on her face. "I know." She turned back to her work, taking a flint and steel and striking it several times, sending sparks into the mortar. One finally caught, and Leoric jumped slightly as it burst into flames and sent a cloud of blue smoke up. She raised up a glass chalice, filled with a green liquid. Suddenly the blue smoke was pulled inwards and mixed with the liquid, turning it violet. She set the glass down in front of her, the contents slowly swirling. Then Esandra moved over to the heavy sack she had set down earlier. She lifted it up and began moving around the cave, pouring a ring of the yellow powder around the table and where he was tied. "I really am sorry. If I had more time I would explain all of this, but there is no more. I will help you as much as I can, but I am not doing this willingly. I can't disobey again."

The smell of what she was pouring suddenly reach him and to his horror, he recognized it, brimstone, and combined with what she said he realized what was going to do. "You're summoning a demon, aren't you?" Esandra nodded solemnly. His heart sank even more at the revelation. "Why would you do that?"

"It's a good thing you're cute," she shook her head at his confusion. "Don't they teach you anything about witches at that guild of yours? Why do you think I would summon a demon?" She continued circling around completely the circle and returning to the table, dropping the sack on it and beginning to make another concoction.

Lore might not be his strongest point, but Leoric had picked up a fact or two from Yenel. There were two kinds of witches, those who had been born with the gift, and those who had a struck a bargain with a demon for their magic. It was a dangerous and difficult task and it bound you to the demon's purpose as long as your contract held. Summoning one into this plane was supposedly extremely difficult, some warlocks could do it, but that was it.

"You don't need to do this, you can let me go and we can figure something else out," Leoric pleaded.

"Do you think I like obeying him? I'm as much a pawn in all of this as you. My grandmother made this deal, and I'm the one who is being forced to satisfy it. I know it's not right, but I can't stop him, and neither can you." She finally looked back at him, meeting his eyes, "I really am sorry." She picked up the chalice with the purple liquid and walked over to him. "This isn't fair, but it's how things are."

"Don't make excuses." Leoric shouted, "You don't have to do this to me."

For her part, Esandra did look sorry, but that didn't stop her from forcing his mouth open and holding his nose, forcing the foul tasting purple liquid down his throat. It tasted awful and burned his throat on the way down, and try as he might he couldn't stop her. The little struggle he could make a show of quickly slowed, and within moments he could feel his strength slipping away and the lights in the cave growing dimmer and dimmer. The naked figure of Esandra vanished before him as darkness swept over.