Tomas had not been home for some time. He was a traveller; a wanderer by nature and though not exactly old, it was true that he was not as young as he had once been. Not for the first time, he considered the possibility of finding an heir. Someone to pass on his art.

But those who came to him fell far below expectations. Too young, too stupid. Incapable of understanding even basic instruction. Without the mastery of self required to even begin to grasp what he could teach. Full of arrogance, bravado, brashness. They would get their fool selves killed and he would have wasted his time!

The wind howled; rain lashing in sleeting waves upon his form. The cloak he’d pulled taut about his shoulders writhed with the staccato impacts and cold mud splashed across his legs as he walked.

It was a miserable night to be out and he muttered a curse. Of course, it would turn like this on the very eve of his return. Five days of travel from the nearest city and the weather had been perfect! But the moment the last inn passed beyond the horizon and he had nowhere to aim for but home?

That was when it started to really let loose.

Tomas was a powerfully built man, but age had begun to wear upon him. His hair - once dark and black - was now greying at the roots. His beard was streaked with silver, and his arms and legs - though still toned and strong - were starting to lose the muscle of their youth.

Really, he should have been anywhere but out in the rain in the middle of the night. He’d known as he passed the last inn that he should have stopped there. He could have rested for the night and then made the trip in the morning. But the weather had not been so bad then and he’d been impatient. He’d wanted to get home. After so much time spent away, he’d let himself get pulled along by the fantasy in the face of reality and this was what it had ended up with.

He sighed, but it was a lesson in the end. Besides, it wasn’t like he was in any real danger. Bandits did sometimes patrol these routes but it would be a foolish brigand indeed who would waylay him, and he would be home soon. Within the hour, in fact. Then, he’d be able to dry himself off in the confines of his sanctuary for the first time in almost a year.

He grinned, clutching his wooden staff with one hand. He did not, in fact, actually need it. It was about as magical as any other stick. But when people called for him, they expected a staff. This was also the reason for the robes and the beard. People had certain expectations he found it easier to meet, or at least, easier to charge for.

His pockets were heavy with coins; his purse was fat, and he had accumulated more than enough money to last for several more years. Not only that, but his pack was full of reagents, spices, books, and other things of value he’d spied on his trip.

He was a wealthy man. Wealthy in coin, in intellect and in influence. It was sometimes said that he could have set up anywhere. That the greatest cities would have clambered to build him mansions, palaces, whole districts if he'd wanted them. Just for the chance to have him there. Just for the chance to use his skills.

Admittedly, the one who said this was often Tomas himself, but it could not be denied that he had a certain knack that was always in demand.

Tomas was a healer. A mystic, a master of mind and body alike. When nothing else would do and when all other avenues were exhausted, people sent for him. It was said he could cure anything given enough time. That he could chase away death itself and return the mortally wounded from the very brink of oblivion. Some whispered that he’d cured old age, that he was eternal and immortal. Though he laughed at such claims.

It was true, however, that he was paid very well for what he could do.

Healing was neutrality. Tomas didn’t care who sent for him. Saints or sinners, it made no difference to the mystic. So long as they could part with something of value, he would tend to them. He accepted money, favours, items of value, knowledge and even sexual submission from those who caught his fancy.

He knew he wasn’t a nice person but then again, he’d never pretended to be. Who had said that all healers were nice? What he was was skilled, in demand, and very, very rich.

His home loomed in the distance now, though it would still be some time before he reached it. Perched upon a rising hill, it consisted of a series of buildings, like a small town unto itself. Once, it had been small. A homestead barely enough to be considered more than a hovel. But over time, he’d expanded it. Added to it. He’d brought in builders, architects, the best that money could buy and favours could call upon.

Now, his home consisted of a great stone tower which rose up against the sky; it was ringed by a walled-off plaza, which contained multiple smaller buildings that had once been homes for servants and apprentices.

Not that he bothered with servants nowadays, but when he had been younger and less skilled, there had been a need.

The tower was a status symbol. Everyone knew what he was saying when he built. It was all about proclaiming your might, your knowledge and your power. It was about casting a shadow over the landscape, reminding everyone that you were here and here was where you were staying.

Tomas regarded his own with a mixture of arrogance and irritation. If left to his own devices, he’d have preferred something a little more subtle. Truthfully, while he did enjoy making his mark in this way, it was a little bit too….expected.

Like the robes, the beard, the staff, it was just part of what a mystic was. No one had ever really asked him if he wanted to build one. It had always been assumed. Even he had not truly put much thought into it until after it was made.

He was a mystic, and so he would have a tower. That was all it came to.

Another half hour of travelling and Tomas reached the front gates of his home. They were large, made of heavy oak and iron. There was no obvious lock on them, but who would dare enter the home of Tomas the Mystic unannounced?

Someone had.

He paused as he came into sight of the gates, noting that one had been forced aside just so. It was subtle, almost unnoticed. But even if the gate told no tales, the ward spell that he had wove upon it did.

It had been disturbed!

He touched the wood, his mind spinning. Someone had been here? In his home? Who would be foolish enough? Another would-be apprentice come while he was away? If so, he’d show the boy the error of such idiocy!

But no. No child would be so subtle; the door had been placed back again with effort. Not merely closed, but set so perfectly that it seemed as if it had never been opened at all. Only the spell - invisible to most - indicated otherwise.

The fact that it had been done so carefully told him that discovery was not intended. Someone wanted to stay hidden.

An ambusher? In his own home?

Possible. He’d made many enemies. There were those who had not wanted to part with the price for her services. Those who would seek to avenge themselves on him, even. Not everyone was eager to pay once the healing was done, and Tomas’ price was never slight even when it was not coin. It wouldn’t be the first time an angry husband, slighted brother or foolish girl tried to punish him for the cost of his work.

He considered, but only for a moment. Would he turn back and leave his own home? Scarper into the dark like a coward? Would he turn tail and run at the mere possibility of danger?

Never!

He spoke a word and the doors folded open. Within, the courtyard was shrouded in darkness. Staff in hand, he marched without hesitation. The tower dominated the area, rising up like a blade towards the sky. Around its base, there were trees and bushes and plants. Most of them useful for magical purposes. It would be a good place to hide.

He unleashed a burst of will; a wordless, soundless command which ignored the ears and drilled itself right into the brain.

Come out

There was no motion. No response. If there was another mystic shielding, he’d have felt the resistance. If someone had not been shielded, they would have obeyed.

He relaxed. Fractionally.

But just because no one was in the obvious places did not mean no one was here. If it was not an attack on his person, then it was probably a robbery. Everyone knew of his wealth, so this would not be a surprise. But if there had been a robbery, it was probably nothing to worry about. His tower was a nest of traps and spells. Most likely, he’d only have to clean up whatever was left.

He gave a sardonic, mirthless grin.

Showed them right for trying to take what was his.

Still, it would be proper to make sure. His own mentor - a man at the age of eighty-seven - had died due to his own carelessness. A fitting final lesson for his student.

Within the tower, it was dark and cold. Spiralling pillars of dust wafted through the air. Spiders had colonised the shadows, glinting, insectile eyes glared at him from the corners of the room.

He gestured again and light sprang up. One by one, torches burst to life with pyrotechnic roars. The shimmering illumination filled the building for the first time in a year. Not just this floor, but every floor and section was bathed in light.

It was an impressive spell, but he’d cheated. He’d set the groundwork in advance before he left. All it needed was a final motion to be complete.

Next, he closed his eyes, reaching out to the intricate network of wards and spells which made up the tower. It was alive in a sense, though not self-aware. It was the seat of his power and the very core of his strength. He’d spent decades here weaving magics and channelling mystical energies. If you didn’t have the sight to see it, the tower was a simple collection of chiselled stone.

If you could see it, it blazed like the sun.

He opened his mind to it. Drinking in the information that flowed back to him. Wards corrupted or broken over the years; spells that had run low on power. Runes that would need to be re-set and energised, barriers that would need to be mended.

All of this was normal. He’d expected it and took it in with half a mind. With the other half, he searched for anything he did not expect. Treasure stolen, seals penetrated, damage detected.

A slight grin crossed his face as he found what he was looking for.

There we go…

Third floor, near the library.

Clever thief. Gold and items could be hard to carry. Books could be worth just as much, and a lot of people wouldn’t think to protect them as heavily.

Unfortunately for them, Tomas wasn’t most people.

The third floor had a musty scent; it was dominated by towering shelves filled with all manner of writings and lore. Tomas was to books what a magpie was to shiny things and tended to pick them up regardless of their rarity or relevance. His library was therefore both extensive and jumbled. A chaotic mass of books to which only he knew the underlying pattern. The rarest tomes of arcane lore could be stored next to the most common, basic drafts on random topics.

Sometimes, he would joke that it was to discourage thieves but if he were honest with himself, it was because he had never bothered to actually sort them. He’d always meant to get an apprentice to do that, but that would have meant having an apprentice who could measure up.

A thing the universe had so far totally failed to deliver.

As soon as he stepped onto the third floor, Tomas knew he’d found his thief. The throbbing of the wards told him that they had been disturbed. Not only that but one of his traps had been triggered.

Fortunately, not one of the more lethal ones.

It was a stasis trap, one of his more specialised creations. A few steps into the jungle of shelves, and he laid eyes upon the would-be thief.

She was frozen mind-step, reaching for one of the shelves. Her legs were apart, one bent forward, one hand reaching for a book. Her eyes were widened, just slightly, as if she had been caught in the very instant of understanding.

He smirked, walking around her to get a better view of her front. She was tall, powerful. From the very first moment, obviously not a human. Or at least, not pure human. The basic aspects were there. Two arms, two legs. A proper build, slender and toned, with not an ounce of fat. She had slightly tanned skin, with dark hair that she had grown long.

But there were key differences. The first was that while her build was slender, it was also to a ratio that wasn’t quite human. If you took a woman and built her to about one-third above normal size, that would about fit what the thief looked like. Her sinews were tight like steel cables, and her arms and legs were just slightly longer than normal. She had a pair of cat ears which protruded from her skull, the fur matching the colour of her hair and her eyes were slitted like a feline. A tail emerged from her back, and her nails gleamed like claws.

She was wearing a body-tight suit; a half-cut top that reached down to just below her upper chest and left her midriff bare. A pair of short leggings that did the same for her legs. Her stance was cautious, radiating both control and wariness in equal amount. Across her back, there was slung a pack of tools.

“So you were the one who invaded my home,” Tomas mused. “Looks like you’ve been here for a while.”

Dust had settled upon her. Her body was still, frozen in the very instant the defensive spell had gone off.

“I assume you had no allies,” he went on. “Or you would not have been left here. Either that, or they valued treasure more than friendship. We shall see later, I suppose. You do look like you knew what you were doing to get this far…”

He sighed.

“I don’t suppose you even realise how lucky you are? Most of my traps are quite lethal. You stumbled into one of the few that was not.”

He continued to circle. Her frame was delicate but spoke of whip-like speeds, her claws were small but sharp. Her muscles coiled like metal wires, and he well knew how quickly and how lethally she could strike if she but had the chance. Tomas was no fool. If this thief got the jump on him, he would probably be dead.

“The spell you tripped was a stasis trap,” he spoke again. “A very complex one. Not that I expect you to understand that or even hear me right now. Really, I suppose I am just talking to myself. Grumbling, if I’m honest. Do you know how much of a pain that's going to be to reset? I could have just used ice, but contrary to what a novice might tell you, ice will kill. I didn’t want to kill. Not at this point. If you made it this far, I wanted to meet you.”

He had to admit, she had a kind of beauty to her. All frozen and trapped in a little bubble of perfect time. Like a statue under his control. Her face was pretty. Not beautiful in the traditional sense. It wasn’t a pampered face, not a soft face. But it did make his heart pound with desire.

Her body too was attractive. She kept herself fit as you would expect for a thief who had to run or fight at a moment’s notice. Her limbs were limber, her muscles toned. Her breasts were attractively sized. Not so small as to be missed, but nor so large as to impede her amid her work.

“Coming back to find you a charred pile of ash would have been a waste. I much prefer having you like this.”

Even as he spoke, Tomas’ mind was racing. What was he to do now? Certainly, he could summon the guards from the nearest town. It would take them the best part of a day to get here, but what did that matter? She’d been frozen for a year at least. Twenty-four more hours? That was nothing.

He could do that and be rid of her, but…

Why the rush?

Tomas had always been a man to take the most of opportunities and now he was seeing a very fine one indeed.

“You know, it is funny. All the way back here, I was annoyed that I did not have an apprentice to take care of the needful but boring tasks that crop up every day. I am not as young as I once was, and it is time that I passed on my skills. But no one who has approached me was intelligent enough to be worth the effort. Laggards fools, clowns and simpletons. They don’t deserve the gifts that I can pass on. But it occurs to me that what I want is not a successor. I want an assistant. And they do not need to know magic for that.”

He reached forward then, running one hand across her face. Her skin was soft and warm. Frozen in the very instant of the spell’s detonation. Still plaint, as if she were holding the position of her own free will.

His hand moved downwards, groping her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. They felt soft and warm, the nipples brushed against the palms of his hands and he smirked.

“You have no idea what’s happening right now, do you? I could do anything I want to you. Anything at all.”

His other hand moved to her thighs; feeling her muscles, the softness of her skin. The toned power that her legs contained. There was no doubt at all. This woman was lethal.

“Seems I’ve ended up with quite the catch,” the mystic murmured to himself. “Let’s see how flexible you really are.”

The spell was masterful. It stilled her personal time but held her not as a frozen statue. When the outside interacted with her, her body responded. He could move her and pose her, touch her and feel her warmth and life.

If anyone had ever crossed paths with it who had known the difficulty of such things, he was sure he’d be called a genius.

Not that such a thing was ever likely to happen.

He shrugged off such thoughts and reached out for her, the thief’s body was dexterous, her muscles coiled under her skin. She felt warm to the touch, and there was no resistance as he pulled her arms away from the shelf. He supposed he would have to unfreeze her eventually, but there was no reason he couldn’t have a little fun of his own first.

He started to bend her limbs, putting her into tough poses. At first, he was slow, carefully trying to feel his way to her limits. There was no point in damaging his new property. Soon though, he realised just how flexible she was. With a grin on his face, he was able to push her further and further. Hooking her limbs around and behind her, spreading her legs as far as they could go. He put her on the floor and twisted her legs up until they were almost behind her head.

Such nimbleness! Like a dancer!

Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

As he played with her body, positioning her and moving her like a living doll, Tomas felt a spark of recognition. He’d never seen her before, but her appearance was familiar. Had he heard of it?

He took a step back, examining her in more detail. After a few seconds, he felt a click. He did know her!

Or know of her, at least.

He remembered when he had set out on his journey, the towns had been full of rumours of a phantom thief. A cat-blooded woman who could sneak into even the most dangerous place. She’d robbed princes and lords and kings. The kind of thief who was rapidly making a name for herself.

And then, quite suddenly, she’d vanished. It had been all the rage. The speculation was rife. Had she finally tried to rob someone too good for her? Had she retired on her riches? Had she simply gotten unlucky?

And now he knew.

“You tried to rob the wrong person,” Tomas said. “Skill is no match for magic. Especially when you don’t even know you’re being tested. You didn’t realise the trap was there until it was sprung.”

He regarded her for a few more moments. Her body was stretched out, her chest pushed forward. Her legs had been spread so that her lower body was exposed but for the tight clothes. Her skin was so smooth as he ran his hand across her thigh.

“Let us see what we can do to ensure your compliance.”

It took him ten minutes to find his supplies, and a further fifteen to prepare the reagents, mashing them down into a paste and mixing them with a crude form of mana-fed dust. The result was a paint of a dark black colour, into which he dipped a brush.

He took his brush and his copper bowl of paint and set to work.

The first thing that had to go was her clothes. She didn’t resist. How could she? She didn’t even know it was happening! But it still gave him an eager thrill. In fact, that made it better. He took her top off first; the skin of her chest was slightly lighter in colour. She was wearing no bra, and he found himself gazing at her breasts hungrily. They were rounded and perky. No sag to them at all. Her nipples were a deep pink colour that looked sensitive. They felt good in his hand, and he caressed them a few times, running his fingers over the puckered skin.

An idea occurred to him then and with a grin, he brought his hand down against her chest! The slapping sound rang out, her breasts danced with the motion, her skin turned red. He looked to her face, but there was still no reaction.

Tomas laughed and slapped her again. Her chest jiggled and he struck her several more times, enjoying the soft give of her flesh. Then, just to make sure, he twisted her nipples back and forth. If she had been aware, she would have been writhing in pain, but her face showed no emotion at all.

“I wonder if some part of you is feeling this?” He questioned. “I hope it is. I hope you are starting to understand the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Next, he moved to her feet, removing her shoes and her shorts. She was wearing a tight-fitting set of undergarments, but these too were the work of seconds.

Her pussy was surprisingly delicate considering the rest of her body; the raised mound of her vulva had been shaved bare. Her labia lips were a slight pink, closed across the entrance to her womanhood. Her clitoris was small but visible within its hooded home.

All in all, it was a sight to stir the blood and even more so because it was his. Tomas ran one finger between the lips of her labia, following the curve of her slit. Her skin felt soft, giving. After a few motions, it began to feel wet too. Her body responding. The nerves between her legs began to fire off, sending messages of pleasure, of lust, of need and desire.

But the rest of her was still frozen. There was no mind to heed them.

She was his perfect little toy.

His fingers delved into her, moving in and out more quickly now. He imagined how she’d be moaning, gasping, begging him to stop if only she knew. He felt his cock harden. Did he want to take her now?

“No, not yet. Later there will be time for games.”

He slapped her pussy; the sound rang out. Loud and clear. Her skin turned red as he did it again, enjoying the meaty impact.

But soon enough, his mind moved to the important business at hand. He took his brush and dipped it into the paint. Then, he set to work. He drew the feathery bristles over her skin, tracing line upon line of intricate sigils. His eyes narrowed here, his lust falling to the back of his mind as his focused, practised skill came to the fore. This was a delicate process, and even a single slip-up could be ruinous. Already, he had decided what he was going to do. The paint would act as a looping system, containing and holding the spell that was currently binding her without allowing it to touch her directly. At his command, the loop would break and she would be frozen, but while it was intact, she would be able to move as normal.

It was a masterful work and Tomas was once again astounded by his own abilities. It took almost three hours before he was content. The curving, graceful lines inched across her body. They looped around her arms and legs and wrapped about her pussy. He drew one on each side of her vulva, meeting and circling her engorged clitoris. Smirking, he teased her nub with the brush a few times, imagining how she would stiffen and squeal if only she felt it!

Then he moved on, drawing the lines upwards. Across her midriff and chest, circling her breasts like serpents, they coiled about her nipples and spread outwards in a sun-like pattern which enveloped her upper body.

Then, finally, he moved on to her face. By now, his eyes were narrowed with concentration. He was using a smaller brush, each motion an image of total mastery and control.

This was what it meant to be a mystic.

This was what all of those idiotic apprentices had not been able to grasp. They had been so focused on the grandeur and the power that not a single one of them had ever realised.

It was the small things that mattered most.

Tomas stepped back, wiping sweat from his forehead. As far as he could tell, the network was complete. If he had made even a single mistake the spell would fail and he would be unable to stop her. At such close range, he was sure she could kill him. Really, unfreezing her in the first place was a stupid risk. He should just lock her in stasis until the guards from the nearest town arrived. Or even just keep her forever as a frozen statue, a reminder of what happened to those who tried to cross him.

But Tomas already knew he wasn’t going to do that. Perhaps if things had been otherwise, he’d be content with that. But he had plans now, oh yes. And plans within plans as well.

He took a few steps back, admiring his work for a final time. Then he raised his hand and gestured, spoke the word to break the spell.

The woman blinked. Life returned to her for the first time in years. Her eyes widened and for a few seconds, she did not even know he was here. From her perspective, an instant ago she had been reaching for the book. Now she was in the centre of the room. Confusion reigned across her face, but only for a split second.

She twisted, her eyes widened and one hand fell to her chest. A look of shock crossed her features.

“I’m glad to see that you’re awake-”

He got no further. As soon as the word word was spoken, she twisted around. Her body moved, fast, and before he even knew what was happening, a bladed hand was slashing for his throat. Her speed was beyond impressive and Tomas actually felt a moment of pure panic. There was no way to raise a defensive spell in time!

But thanks to his work, he didn’t have to. The beast-kin woman froze, her claws inches from his face. Her eyes were narrowed, her muscles coiled to strike. The change happened instantly, and she jerked to a stop as the mystic caught his breath.

“That,” he murmured. “Was far too close.”

He lashed out, taking her in the side of the face with a slap. His heart hammered in his chest and he stepped to the side. Only then did he release the spell a second time. The thief’s claws ripped through empty air, her eyes a mask of confusion.

“What the hell?”

“It’s not so easy to kill me,” Tomas said from his new position. “You should try harder.”

She lashed out with a kick, this time it was even faster! Her leg twisted, her foot aimed squarely at his chest. With the speed and the power behind the strike, he was sure it would have ground his ribs to dust!

But she froze again, her foot inches from him. Tomas allowed himself to breathe, relaxing a few crucial inches.

So the spell was going to hold…

He laughed, relief flooding through him as he gazed at his frozen captive. He moved in, slapping her pussy hard before he released the spell. The stasis stole away most of the pain, but enough was remaining when she moved again for her stance to break. She staggered, one hand moved between her legs.

“Are you going to keep fighting the inevitable?” Tomas said from her side. “You belong to me now. A fitting punishment considering you tried to take what is mine.”

She growled, her voice was low, and she turned to face him. Her eyes were narrowed, focused. He could just imagine how furiously she was trying to find a way around his protection.

A way to kill him.

“Why…” She said slowly, “Am I naked?”

“Because clothing is a reward that you don’t deserve,” Tomas said. He crossed his arms, smirking at her. “You’re mine now. You’re my property. I’ll decide if you go naked or not.”

“Is that so?”

“You think you can do anything about it?”

“I think I can!”

She twisted, feinting to the left and then lashing to the right! Her arm came around, her hand poised to deliver a crushing blow to his throat!

But she froze again. This time, Tomas did not even bother to move away. He shook his head and gave a sigh.

“Slow learner, I suppose. Perhaps this will drive the lesson in.”

He plunged his fist forward, landing a solid, powerful blow to her gut. The stasis spell held her in place, but he still felt the give. For a few seconds, he held it. Then he dropped the spell. Her face twisted in shock, the aftereffects of the pain washing through her. Confusion spread across her face and she staggered back, her hand going to where he had hit her.

“Do you understand now?” Tomas said. “You are completely and totally under my power.”

She shook her head. Her eyes darted around the room. For once, not even focusing on him.

“Don’t try it,” Tomas said. “The spell will trigger if you get too far from me.”

“The spell? You did something to me!”

“As if that wasn’t obvious! You’re in the home of a mystic, girl! Of course I did something to you! Accept your fate. Accept that you belong to me. Fighting it will do nothing but earn your pain.”

She snarled at him, barely controlled rage danced in her eyes. He could see her thinking, planning, scheming. She wanted him dead, but she couldn’t have it. Every time she’d tried, it had utterly failed. Not only that but if she went too far away from him, she would also be caught. He could be bluffing on that, but probably not. What could she do but surrender?

Yet surrendering rankled the pride, especially when it was clear what fate that was likely to get her.

“What’s your name, girl?”

“Tiana,” She snapped. “My name is Tiana. You won’t hold me like this forever. I’ll break out of this and when I do, I’ll snap your neck.”

Tomas sighed and with a gesture, she froze again. He moved around behind her, admiring her body. It was honed, toned and powerful without being absurdly muscular. His hand lashed out, spanking her ass again and again until it was red. Then, he released the spell.

Tiana gasped, the pain suddenly hitting her in a wave! Her hands flew to her behind and she staggered around to glare at him.

“Not so easy to be threatening with a red ass,” Tomas said.

At that moment, she looked like she wanted nothing more in the world than to tear him apart with her bare hands.

“Submit to me.”

“Never,” if looks could kill, he’d be burning where he stood. “I’ll find a way out of this and when I do-”

He froze her again, stepping towards her angry form. His cock was hard. Playing with her had turned him on, but the idea that she still refused to break was intoxicating! This would be a far more entertaining game than he had anticipated!

He undid his pants, letting his manhood spring free. Tiana was still standing, glaring defiantly. Did she know she was about to get fucked? He wondered if she would feel any of it. Her breasts were soft, her nipples soon became hard. He rolled and teased them between his fingers. He kissed her, running his lips across her neck erotically, enjoying the thought of how she would be twitching and moaning if only she could.

Her pussy was wet, her labia spreading as arousal surged through her lower self. It was an invitation that would have brought her shame if only she knew, and later perhaps he’d taunt her with it.

But for now, it was time to enjoy himself.

Tomas’ cock sunk into her body, forcing aside her labia as he thrust, his hands moved behind her back, rocking her against his manhood. Her pussy responded, her inner walls hugged his shaft. The feeling was divine, and looking at the defiant, angry look in her eyes made it all the better! Here she was resisting and she didn’t even know how she was being used!

Tightness surged through his body; his hips began to rock. His cock penetrated her, pushing aside her lower lips with greedy haste. It had been some time since he’d had his way with a woman and this felt so, so good.

His hand played against her naked back, his other twisted and teased her nipple. Her body was frozen and yet pliant, her muscles responding with twitching pleasure that her mind was unable to process. Tomas moaned, getting off as much to his mastery and control over her as to the process itself.

She was his.

She was completely, totally his and she didn’t even know it!

Pleasure broiled through him and Tomas began to move faster. His cock shuddered; waves of tingling delight washed through his body. Her pussy was warm and inviting, but his spell ensured that she was tight as well. Most of her frozen and kept in stasis. It meant that the feeling of penetration was so much better. His hips rocked, waves of heat washing down his spine. A moan fell from his eager lips, followed by another and then a drawn-out gasp.

It felt so good!

He was fucking her, taking her, owning her and she didn’t even know it!

Pleasure must have been crashing through her as well. Her pussy was twitching, grasping at him desperately. Her clit was swollen and engorged. Her nipples were stiff and hard against his palms. He imagined what she must be feeling. The desperation and the want. Was she missing it all? Or was some hidden part of her boiling with desire? Was there a little corner of her mind tucked away from all of the rest, feeling every thrust, every motion? How badly did it want to cum right now?

But she could never cum. Not like this. The spell wouldn’t give her that much control. Only he was allowed to interact with her. So if there was such a part, a little chunk of Tiana that was aware and screaming for relief, it would not be able to get it.

That thought was all that it took to push him over the edge. Tomas came, his cock spasming, his cum filled her pussy as he moaned in release. Pulling out, he watched it drip from her open lips.

He was going to have a lot of fun with her.

But he had preparations to make! He had work to do! He realised that he had delayed long enough for one day! He had to send messages out, let the local towns know he had returned! Doubtless, there would be so many people seeking his services. There always were when he returned.

And so the mystic went about his business, no longer caring about the frozen beast-woman, posed in the library with her legs spread and his cum leaking from her pussy.