You walk along the forest path together, with Saira at your side. You are one of the few to know that name. Most call her the witch of Alderwood, the twilight terror, or the shadow guardian, if you ask the druids.
"I never thought I'd have someone to share these woods with me," she said. "I'm lucky they sent you to kill me, and not someone else."
"Not as unlucky as they would have been," you reply. "They would be dead, and you would still be alone."
"So what will you tell them?" she asked.
You shrug. "It hardly matters now. I may tell the druids about our little alliance. The council won't care to hear about it. As far as they're concerned I'm just your latest victim, a man under your spell."
"No more than I am under your spell," replies Saira, snuggling under your arm. "You've gained my trust, and my love, something I thought would never happen. I hoped to gain an apprentice, but having a daughter would be even better."
"And if he's a son?" you ask.
"We can keep trying. Son's are great, and they'll have the magic of my blood in them, but they won't have the same power. We'll teach them all what we can, of course. You never can predict with children. How would you like to have them?"
"What do you mean by how?"
"Well, I've never been with a man before, but the shadows have whispered many things to me. But I am eager to show you pleasure in ways that only a woman can. Here, we're at one of my cabins, the cozy one, not the one I use for disgusting experiments."
She invites you in and closes the door behind you. For a moment there is total darkness. You know very well that the "shadow guardian" is quite comfortable in total darkness, and you hear her moving about.
"Hang on a moment, I've got a surprise for you, let me prepare it." You feel her take your hand and guide you to one part of the room. You can hear her moving about and handling things in the shadows.
Suddenly lights appear all around the room, producing a strange solid green glow. The green shifts to a warm orange that is easier on the eyes, but you are no longer looking at the lights. You are looking at Saira's completely nude body, posing before you in front of a circular bed.
"Are you ready to fully join yourself with me?" She gives her hips a slow shake. "You can think of this as our little marriage ceremony. But sex is always about power. I trust you. If you want to claim power over me, I am yours to claim." Saira sits on the bed and opens her legs wide, offering herself to you. "I offer you the depths of pleasure from the depths of my feminine power."
You strip and step closer to her. "You know, I always believed that if I ever married, my wife would control me. After all, that's the way it works in every other relationship I've ever seen. Especially when the guy thinks he's in charge. That's why finding someone I can trust was always so important."
"Love without trust is dangerous," agrees Saira, pushing up her breasts, offering them to you. "So much of my power is innately feminine, clothed in shadows. Would you like me to control you then? My feminine power is unfurled before you, it is yours to claim and harness or to submit to as you offer yourself to me. As you enter me, will you enter me as a man claiming his wife, or as a man offering himself to his wife? Our union is the same either way... our love is the same."
You hesitate. "I'm not sure I like either of those. I think I would rather struggle, test our power against each other. I trust you, but I don't want to simply offer myself to you. I want to resist you and feel you conquer me."
Saira chuckles. "That works. You want to test my feminine power before you submit to me. I think most men want to submit to women deep inside, but most women don't understand their own power, or fear it, or they let their fear control them. So you prefer to slowly descend into my control?" You nod, after a moment's hesitation. "Then come inside, descend into me..."
Her legs are wide, inviting you in, but now the invitation has a much more dominant air to it. Her legs now seem to float poised, ready to capture you, her previously submissive air was now decidedly dominant, despite still being on her back.
You are already getting hard, and you line up with her entrance and prepare to slide in. Her legs wrap around you and pull you down on top of her. You move back and forth until you slide inside. She clamps onto you playfully which hardens you up even more.
"Just relax. Let me make you mine. You like the idea of having your wife control you?"
"Only because I trust you to be my wife in the first place," you reply. Saira tightens her legs and lips on you as she pulls you down, bringing your face just over hers.
"Soon you will obey me completely, because that is what you want. I can read it in your shadows. You want a woman who will claim authority over you, lovingly exert her sexual superiority, bend you to her will, and make you submit. Look into my eyes. You know it to be true, I can feel it in your gaze, in your skin. Deny it, if you can."
"There is nothing to deny. You read the shadows correctly, but you know what I really want. I want to fight your feminine authority and lose. You just want to make me yours."
Saira grins and pulls you deeper inside her. As her lips pulse on you and you look deep into her eyes in the candlelight you feel a shiver as her power surrounds you. Your pulse increases as you feel increasingly helpless and controlled. Her smaller body feels powerful, authoritative. She smiles, knowing what you feel.
