Entwined and Enraptured Pt. 01

She smiled, the warmth returning to her face. She spent another few seconds with a look of earnest admiration on her face, watching Kesh keenly, before she spoke again.

"I will ignore this first disobedience since this is our first day together," she said softly. She reached over with one hand and wove her fingers into his hair. Even with the somewhat humiliating position, the touch slightly eased him, a response that confused him as much as it calmed him. He watched, perplexed, as her other hand moved down her leg and stopped over the tattoo on her foot.

Kesh heard her whisper words to herself, a tongue that he could barely recognize as the language of the druid folk. He suspected they were magical words to some extent as the tattooed crescent moon on the top of her foot, under her palm, began to glow softly. The hand pulled away, as the other continued to play with Kesh's hair. She raised her foot and angled the toes downward, presenting it to him.

"Kiss," she commanded.

Kesh blinked rapidly. He felt fleeting sensations of fear and shame, yet there was a heat within him that was getting harder and harder to fight against. If it were just that sensation alone perhaps he would have fought against it, but with the added weight of honoring his word on top of that....

He let her hand guide him in, as his lips set down on the crescent moon.

He felt warmth on his lips, much more than he was expecting, almost as if the marking was glowing from physical heat. He tasted honey and mildew on his tongue; heady floral scents filled his sense of scent. The heat spread through his face gently, filling his vision with a slight haze as it reached his head. It made him close his eyes and sink into the kiss further, a passion overtaking his mind that bordered on devotion; her fingers in his hair felt like all the touch he could ever ask for as she continued to caress him. The heat continued down along his spine and down his body putting every fiber of his being at ease as it went, taking away all the tension he'd been holding in. His arms stilled and rested at the sides of his body, his back arched slightly all while making sure his lips stayed firmly planted on her body.

When the wave of energy reached his waist, he began to burn with urges that no barmaid had ever inspired in him; that he momentarily worried no one else will ever be able to match. It took a lot of his strength to refrain pleasuring himself there and then; but he had not the strength to spare to hide the erection that bulged from under his leggings prominently.

He opened his eyes, his mind now drowsy and dreamlike, to see Kala beaming at him. She leaned over, moving her free hand to his cheek, caressing his face tenderly with her thumb as she continued playing with his hair using the other. His daze led to him pulling back slightly from her foot before he realized it.

Yet the moment his lips left her skin the blinding heat began to slip away. Kesh pulled back in immediately, kissing it again, and the sensation returned. He did this several times as Kala looked down affirmingly, pleased.

"It's partially the ointments on my skin, and partially a gentle sensory binding spell," she began to explain softly. Her hand on Kesh's cheek stroked the lids of his eyes delicately, careful to keep in mind his current haze. "Mostly it's just you. It's certainly not necessary, but I thought it might help ease you during these early stages of your orientation."

"It's centered around the mark on my right foot at the moment, so you'll feel more and more euphoric the closer you kiss to it," she continued.

She let go of Kesh's face tenderly and leaned back, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair and admiring the sight before her.

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Her thoughts were full of excitement and arousal; unbeknownst to Kesh she was fighting back the urge to clap, moan in pleasure and laugh in glee, all at the same time. She was sure that there would be a time for that later, but for now she wanted to make sure that he knew thoroughly who was in charge here.

For the past few years she'd come to the capital every time she'd heard there was going to be a public function involving royalty, all in the hopes of seeing him; her initial curiosity in him had unexpectedly grown into a rather deep obsession as the months went by. She'd lost count of the number of nights she'd spent in her dwelling covered in sweat and aroused beyond relief, touching herself and writhing on her bed in agony as she thought of all the things she was going to do to him, all the ways in which she wanted to dominate him and make him hers, to sate herself on the petite creature that had stolen her affections so thoroughly.

The pleasure that filled her when she thought of how she was going to have Kesh all to herself from now on was borderline overwhelming; all the time she had waited was vindicated by the sight of the aroused, flustered young prince kneeling before her, by the near boundless pleasure they were both experiencing.

As she pondered over the long list of things she wanted to do with him - ideas that ranged from comically romantic to luridly debauched - she grinned in satisfaction; her sharp teeth were showing, and her eyelids were relaxed in deep arousal.

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Kesh continued without slowing, landing long, deep kisses one after the other on the top of her foot. He glanced up, watching the imposing figure watching over him. What surprised him was that there wasn't even a modicum of disgust, disdain, or pity on her face; from her warm smile to her relaxed cheeks, the druidess looming over him seemed very pleased with him. Her affirming attention deepened the haze over him. He wanted her to smile more at him like that, he wanted that look to linger, he needed-

Kala grinned, then spoke quietly to herself again, an action that interrupted his train of thought. The moon on her right foot stopped glowing as she finished talking, while the one on her left on the floor began to glow in return. Kesh kept kissing for a moment before realizing this. He felt a sudden cold take over as the warmth washed off, replaced by an urgent need to fill that void; when he noticed the glowing on her other foot he felt his mind pull his body towards it, almost subconsciously, and slowly he lowered himself to the floor and began kissing her left foot where the mark was. He felt as if his arousal wasn't alone here, as if there was something compounding it and further amplifying it, yet he could tell that if he really wanted to he could stop doing what he was doing easily.

The embarrassing truth that no power could obscure was that he just didn't want to stop.

Kala giggled to herself, before speaking another word of magic. The glowing ceased, and Kesh slowed his kissing, yet he still didn't cease. Kala watched on for another minute before addressing him.

"You may stop, Kesh," Kala said, giggling further.

He stopped and paused. He first sat back up, then quickly pulled himself back up onto his feet. His face was dazed, as if he was slightly drunk, yet the embarrassment of what he had just done was coming back to him; his face reddened further by the second. His hands were over his crotch, trying to hide his other source of embarrassment.

Kala raised an eyebrow and glared at him.

"But I didn't say you could stand up." She stated firmly.

She snapped her finger; as if by instinct Kesh's knees gave away and he was kneeling in front of her again. He wondered why he obeyed so promptly as he kept his hands on his crotch. He grasped at things to say to put his embarrassment at ease.

"You cast a spell on me, that sensory binding spell," he quickly spluttered, trying to justify his actions. "That's why I did that."

"Not exactly," Kala began. She sounded pleased. "A sensory binding spell shares sensory sensations in one direction. In this case from me to you."

"Essentially, that was some of pleasure I felt from watching you," she rested her elbow on her folded leg, and her chin on her palm. "But it only works on feelings that you, my charming prince, were yourself feeling."

"What?" Kesh said quietly, confused, his reddened face daring to look up at Kala.

She reached over as he looked up with impressive speed, startling him; he could barely react as she gripped his face by the cheeks possessively, yet she seemed careful not to hurt him.

"You enjoyed kissing my feet, dear prince," she said quietly, her tone seductive and sweet. "And I enjoyed making you do it."

"You were under no hypnosis," she went on, driving in the revelation. "It was simply my pleasure and yours, not one or the other."

Kesh stared back for a moment, but eventually lowered his gaze. How does she have such good command over her tone, he wondered to himself; her charisma and presence was nothing short of overwhelming.

But she wasn't using that for any lie; she was right, a far from minor part of him had enjoyed what she had him do. She gently released her grip, reclining back in her seat once more.

"I won't be using it much," she said softly, folding her arms across her chest. "I chose you for this trait of yours - among a few other traits - so I know you will enjoy the things I have in store for you without anything else needed."

The thoughts of what more she could have planned for him worried Kesh once again. Already he had had an unknown spell cast on him, yet he knew well enough about magic to know that revealing how it works wasn't a wise decision if you wished to not have the spell broken or countered. This lent further credibility to her explanation, which only flustered him more.

Kala grinned again. She stretched her hand towards him, palm downwards. The detailed figure of a deer's head was tattooed intricately over the top of her hand.

"Kiss," She commanded.

Kesh nodded slightly, before taking her hand in his and kissing it gently. The same taste of honey and mildew returned, alongside the same smell of fresh spring; while the heat was no longer there, he still felt that sense of belonging, of a place, though it was more subliminal now. He imagined how much pleasure this gave her that it had felt the way it did to him when the mark was in effect. He continued kissing her hand, breathing in the pleasant aroma of her skin.

"Very good," she cooed softly, pleased. "You're making a very pleasant first impression my sweet. You may stop for now." Kesh obliged, letting go and leaning back. A subtle daze still lingered on him.

"Undo your shirt, let me have a good look at you," she commanded.

Kesh glanced towards the door, momentarily forgetting that it was locked. He looked back up towards the figure of Kala before him as she continued staring him down, before looking away again to the side, an embarrassed pout on his face.

She licked her lips in a rather primal manner.

He began undoing his shirt as he was told. Kala watched him, leaning forward slightly to tower over him, looking down as more of his smooth, milky skin presented itself. Kesh didn't notice her hand at her waist, rubbing the base of her skirt with quiet motions.

Kesh finished undoing his shirt and let it slide down the side of his petite arm, rolling off his hand onto the floor next to him.

Kala held her grin, her gaze still predatory.

Kesh was starting to have an idea of why he was chosen; he couldn't help but feel that she loved how small he was. It was as if she loved the fact that she was larger, stronger, and faster than him, the fact that even without her magic she could overpower him and do whatever she wanted with him. Kesh knew this too, yet he told himself that he wasn't sure what to make of it. He tried not to acknowledge the fact that the throbbing between his legs as he thought of her strength betrayed his honesty. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard Kala giggle softly, before beginning to speak again.

"Palms on your knees, consort," Kala commanded, reaching over to her satchel as Kesh complied. He leaned back slightly, arching his figure. The cool air of the meeting room made Kesh shudder slightly, his erect nipples making him feel even more naked and exposed; yet the cold did nothing for the arousal between his legs.

Kala seemed to be searching through various items; Kesh could hear various odd sounds from her satchel, from the clinking of stones to the rustling of leaves.

When she found what she was looking for she pulled out her hand holding two attractive teal gems, each the size of a coin. She placed one on each palm and held them side by side before beginning a chant; Kesh couldn't pick up any of these words, though he suspected that it was a dialect of the druidic languages that he had not heard of before.

The stones glowed in a soft white light as she continued her chant. When she was finished the light cooled over a few seconds, letting the color of the gem settle into a slightly darker shade of blue.

She then held one of the gems to her wrist, speaking a word in the Druidic tongue that Kesh did recognize, meaning 'hold' in the common tongue. He watched, mesmerized, as the gem thinned and twirled into strands as if it were made of clay, wrapping around her wrist until a wispy ornate bracelet of the same shade of blue hung from it. She then took the remaining gem in her fingers and leaned forward, pressing it into the base of Kesh's neck, about two inches below his Adam's apple.

Kesh was surprised to see something that could be described as a flustered expression momentarily wash over Kala's face, before it settled into a gentle smile; he felt like her cheeks were a bit redder than they were before.

"This will mark you as mine little prince," Kala said softly. The fingers that held the gem in place alternated between holding it and caressing Kesh's neck gently, the sensation making his breathing heavier.

"I will know where you are, I can summon you when I wish," she went on. "Though It's magic may seem like control it's more akin to monitoring, and it will not tamper with your mind directly; I would never do something as cruel as breaking you using magic."

The 'using magic' part made Kesh relax a little further, yet he couldn't help but note her comment about breaking him. It flustered him more than it terrified him, which he supposed further cemented her claim that she'd picked him for a reason.

"No it's purpose is to remind you of me regardless of where you are, to remind you of who you now belong to," she leaned in even closer, her face now inches from his. "To bring you to me whenever I want, where I will teach you what I expect of you, at my leisure."

"Understood, my sweet Kesh?" she asked in a low voice, her lips inches from his. Her thumb held the gem against him while her fingers continued their lazy caress, moving along the side of his neck and his collarbone.

Kesh paused for a second, reconciling the mixed feelings of honor, lust, and curiosity that filled his head once more. He couldn't help but admit that he was scared, yet he knew what he needed then and there.

She didn't need magic to entrance him; he felt like she wouldn't have needed the paperwork either, and he wondered whom the contract had helped more.

"Y-yes," Kesh mumbled, quietly. Barely audible, yet it was enough for Kala who smiled warmly.

"We will work on your confidence in time," she giggled.

"But before that," she went on, her face becoming more serious. "In my world I would be called your 'keeper', so let us start you on the path of another good habit today by having you refer to me properly."

"Yes, keeper," Kesh responded, promptly.

"My keeper, Kala," She responded, quietly. Her eyes were unfocused, and there was a heavy hint of arousal in her tone. "That is how you will refer to me when in private from now on, boy."

"Yes," Kesh followed again after a pause. "My keeper, Kala."

Kala smiled, deeply. Without fully realizing it, Kesh smiled in return.

"Do you know our word for 'bind'?" she asked, softly. She drifted even closer. He could feel her breath on his lips. Was her breathing a bit heavier than before?

"Yes, my-" he rolled the phrase around in his head once more. "My keeper Kala, I do."

As she returned a look that seemed to suggest she was proud of him, he grew quite thankful for his lifelong studiousness. He had a feeling that look of pride was going to be quite an addiction for him.

He bounced the word around in his head, working out the pronunciation.

"Then to accept me as your keeper, and to accept this gem as a symbol of your subservience, say it," she whispered back, moving even closer. Their lips were touching now. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and so were his.

Kesh paused for a moment until he felt he would get the words just right and spoke. He must have been correct, as he felt a warm sensation against his neck, which began to spread both ways around it at the base where it met his shoulders. He felt it slide and twirl slightly, reaching its end at the back of his neck. The warmth gave away to a cooling sensation over a second, which lingered.

Yet Kesh could barely focus on the sensation, as when he'd spoken the words Kala had leaned in, gently pressing her lips onto his; they took his lower lip between them, biting into them gently.

As she leaned away Kesh had to hold back a sigh. He had been expecting -- craving -- that kiss, and even though he'd just gotten what he wanted there was already a deep yearning for more.

She smiled at him as she leaned back into her seat, then turned and reached into her bag. She withdrew a round piece of cut glass, which startled Kesh momentarily until she held it in front of him.

He saw in it his reflection, an ornate indigo necklace now wrapped around the base of his neck. He felt it on his skin as he moved his head this way and that, yet the tightness was meticulously well balanced, neither too tight nor too loose.

She pulled the mirror away, resting it on the table.

She then touched her bracelet and spoke a word that Kesh knew to mean 'stone' in her tongue.

As soon as she did, Kesh felt his new collar warm softly. He then noticed, a bit alarmed, that he could no longer move his body. Even - he was horrified to learn - his chest. He began to run out of breath rapidly, fear shooting through his paralyzed form.

Kala giggled, touching her bracelet again and speaking several words that Kesh didn't catch as he was too terrified to try and translate them. The moment she did, Kesh was able to pull in a lungful of air through his nose. He breathed rapidly and began grunting in alarm, noticing that he still couldn't move his mouth.

Kala kept him like that for a moment; her eyes held a possessive, powerful gleam. She watched him with great pleasure until his noises and breathing steadied; she then touched her bracelet again and uttered more words in druidic. Kesh's draw dropped open, some saliva on his lip.

"Wawozah?!" Kesh tried speaking, yet his words came out mumbled. "Wha-"

"I don't have need for your tongue or your movements right now, prince," Kala giggled playfully. "And come now; a little scare like that never killed anyone."

She giggled even more. Kesh wanted to pout, yet all he could do at the moment was sigh; he would have whined about that slightly if he could, but his tongue seemed to be frozen in place.

Kala smiled at him. She crouched down on her knee, her well-built figure examining the bound prince before her from every direction as she leaned her head this way and that.

Kesh felt her breath on his body. All he could do was sit there, unable to move, completely at her mercy. He was startled when she reached out towards his waist; he could only moan as her hand gently caressed his side.

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His body was everything she could have imagined and more.

His skin was milky and clear, like porcelain; yet soft as the finest down she'd ever felt. He was indeed petite and slender, his lithe body limited in musculature. She grazed his skin in places, feeling his flesh under her fingers. She flicked his erect nipples with her fingers playfully; his shuddering in response was intoxicating and amusing.