"Mirror Mirror on the wall, whose the fairest of them all~?" Tessandra intoned, draping the furs over her shoulder and posing elegantly in-front of the polished mirror. There was a long moment of pregnant silence, before an annoyed expression crossed her beautiful face and she cast her gaze over her shoulder - at you. "Oi," she muttered.
You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose slowly. "Thou art Mistress, surely," you reply, stepping into the reflection behind her and settling your hands on the curve of her hips. "Thou art the fairest among all." Tess smiled smugly and tilted her head back to kiss you on your cheek, before turning back to the mirror and nestling back against you. "Next, we'll teach you to throw your voice," she grinned, "and make it convincing."
"You don't need a mirror to tell you that you look beautiful, Tess," you grumble, slowly rubbing your fingers on her hips as you look past her into the mirror. You couldn't lie about that -- even though she had forcibly bound you as her 'familiar' weeks ago, even though she mystically sacrificed your powers every night for the sake of herself and her distant mistress (who was a gods damned demon queen), even though she enjoyed bossing you around and teasing you at every opportunity - you couldn't deny your mouth watered and your heart beat faster whenever you looked at her. Or maybe it was BECAUSE of all that. Fuck, there was no way of knowing how much she had messed with your mind when she did that ritual.
"Mmm, no," she pursed her lips thoughtfully, before smiling again, "but I like making you do it anyway." She leaned back against you, and you could feel the contours of her amazing body through the long fur coat she wore draped over her shoulders. In particular that ass, that infuriatingly soft and shapely and plump ass that made you want to just fucking grab her and slap it or sink your teeth into it -- she pressed that back into your lap and wiggled slowly. Teasing you, like always.
"Well I'm not a magic mirror," you grumble, running your hands along her tapered waist. "Is that so?" she replied, lifting a brow and flashing a cheeky grin, "then why is it whenever I look into your eyes all I see is me?" Your cheeks burn and you bite your tongue -- instead of replying you lift the fur coat and give her a swat on the ass, palm striking the supple flesh with an audible smack that makes her yelp and jump slightly.
She narrowed her eyes and glared at you in (mostly) mock outrage. With a dismissive sniff and shrug of her shoulders, the fur coat fell to the floor in a pool at her feet -- leaving her almost completely naked except for the glittering jewelry that adorned her body. You couldn't help but stare at her in the mirror, and she caught your gaze, smiling smugly and reaching up to cup one of her breasts. She slowly rolled her thumb around the large pink nipple, and dug her fingers into the unctuous flesh. Then she laughed at the very intense look on your face as your stared.
"Come along now familiar, I think it's been a whole day since I've properly milked you, and it's encouraging you to put on airs," she teased, quarter turning to run her hand down your bare chest and hook her fingers in the waistband of your breeches. "Strip, and attend to me," she smirked, pulling you closer for a moment and kissing you lightly - before surprising you with a bite and pull at the lower lip that made you growl. Patting your chest, she walked away from you across the room towards the large bed, hips swaying beckoningly.
Another town -- this time bigger, a city actually -- and another inn room. You were flush with cash after the last job and Tess overrode you to splurge on a suite at a nice coaching house. You couldn't outright defy her now, which was annoying -- especially since it seemed to amuse and turn her on in equal measure - but aside from that surprisingly little had been altered with your routines since she has mystically bound you via brain shattering sex magic. You still traveled, you still did mercenary work, you still spent most nights sleeping on rocks and grass in hastily erected camps. Aside from Tess being more brazen with you, not much had changed.
Except that is for the 'milking', of course. The woman was a gods damned insatiable fiend. Every night she rode you or sucked you or jacked you off -- sometimes repeatedly -- and left you sore and exhausted while she seemed to brim with vitality. You knew you weren't in any physical danger -- at least not yet -- since what she was actually draining was your own ability to perform magic. Sucking it out of you and into her, and giving her patron their cut, essentially. You supposed it beat losing your soul or turning into a piece of dried fruit, but you couldn't do even the most basic magic anymore and leaned more and more on potions just to get out of bed every day. You were basically just a meat shield at this point.
