Ridagon, breaker of hauberks, baleful hoof of the Tornoth plains thrashed in his bonds and bellowed fearfully. The mighty Minotaur champing his teeth and flexing his powerful sinews struggled against the numerous and cleverly wrought chains that bound his limbs, chest, and head to the stone wall. His iron shod hooves scraped on the smooth polished floor, unable to find purchase nor move than a few centimeters owing to the dearth of slack in his manacles. With a frustrated roar, he hurled himself forward -- gaining no more than a few centimeters before the chains pulled tight and held fast. "Are you done yet?" chimed in a sweet and mellifluous voice, just out of arms reach.
The Sorceress, reclining leisurely on her bed just a few feet away, nibbled on a grape and eyed the struggling Minotaur with muted amusement, her lavender eyes scanning up and down his heaving chiseled form. The Minotaur in turn glowered at her, irate eyes drinking in her luscious form. Scantily clad and festooned with jewelry as all these vexatious mystical sorts seemed to be, white silks barely containing the ample swell of her chest, or the rounded curve of her wide hips. A fine female if he was any judge, one worthy to serve him - had she not made the fatal mistake of capturing him through guile and treachery. Ridagon huffed and growled at her, grinding his teeth with menace. "When I free myself of these chains, wench, I will tear this prison down around your head, and break your impertinent will on my cock!" he snarled, pulling fruitlessly at his chains. "Oh precious, don't threaten me with a good time now," the sorceress chuckled softly, kicking up her bare shapely legs and crossing them as she leaned back onto her mattress into a pile of cushions as she twirled a strand of chocolate hair around her finger. "You keep making promises like that and I might get excited~," she cooed while leaning her cheek into a hand and smiling mockingly.
With a final frustrated snarl, the Minotaur slumped back against the stone wall. "What do you want, whore?" he grunted, momentarily accepting his defeat. The sorceress perked up and uncrossed her legs, getting up from the bed to pad barefoot towards him. "As a woman with an eye for talent, I couldn't help but notice what a fine and handsome specimen you were, and thought maybe we could be friends," she cooed, reaching out towards him with delicate hands. But as she approached, Ridagon lunged forward against the short length of chains, snapping his jaws viciously and making her stop abruptly. A frown creased her purple lips, painted the same lavender as her eyes, and a brief expression of irritation crossed her face. But it only lasted a moment before she slipped into a sultry pout, dropping her hands and smoothing the flowing silks over her voluptuous body. "So I guess we can't play nice, what a pity." Her eyes glowed, and the arcane tattoos flowing over her body glowed to match, and she turned from him to walk back to her bedside hips swaying enticingly.
"While you were having your little, ahah, 'nap', I took the liberty of preparing for our meeting. Look down," she instructed, flicking a neatly painted nail downward -- not towards the floor, but to his groin. Ridagon looked down (as much as he could with the chains) in confusion, to see not only was he bound, but he was naked even of his loincloths. Elaborate runes had been painted on his belly and pelvis, and some manner of golden loop clipped onto his manhood at the base of the root behind his balls. His flaccid member, hanging limply between his legs like a summer sausage, seemed unharmed but the scent of sorcery made him curl his maw in disgust. "What is THIS?" he demanded in a threatening rumble, glaring at the sorceress furiously. "Just a little something I like to prepare when I want to reach out and touch someone," she replied, easing herself back onto the bed and smiling indulgently as if explaining something to a child. Stretching out her arms above her head, making her barely concealed breasts rise, the sorceress spoke and words of power spilled from her soft lips, hands weaving intricately in the air as a small glimmering vortex began to appear above her.
Ridagon growled and thrashed in alarm, seeing the symbols painted on his body light up, and feeling the golden band hum around his root. A strange tingling ran down his length, and he began to bray in horror as the same shimmering distortion materialized before him and engulfed his pelvis. There was a strange feeling of cold followed a brief disconnected of sensation, and the distortion above the sorceress coalesced into a glowing runic circle that hung in the air as if painted on a flat surface. And from the eye a point of light grew, and from that point of light slid something thick and pink, until with a crackle of arcane energy the portal stabilized and his cock flopped forth hanging in mid air from the sigil complete with the balls and everything sectioned off by the golden band. The Minotaur roared in horror, as at his loins he could only see a similar gate, and as he moved his cock flopped and jiggled across the room. "Woo, look at him go~" the sorceress giggled, eyeing the swaying flaccid dick with amusement.
"Witch! What have you done!" He screamed, pulling fruitlessly at his chains. The sorceress looked at him with a nonplussed expression and tutted softly, reaching up to gently cradle the soft flat head of the bull-mans cock in one of her smooth palms. "You calm down and be nice, or I'll pop this off and keep it for myself permanently and throw you back into the fens," she threatened, running smooth clever fingers over the dangling shaft. Ridagon chuffed and groaned, he could feel it -- her touch as if it was upon him, even as he could see that part of the body floating in the air across the room from him. It was dizzying and terrifying, and he momentarily fell silent. "Good boy," the Sorceress said with a smirk, placing a finger on the runic circle in the air and pulling it down closer to her as if moving a piece of hanging furniture, to put his flared dick at better hand. "Now that I have you, ahah, well in hand... maybe we can get down to business."
The Sorceress slowly ran her hands up his hanging cock, licking her lips as she felt it's heft and girth even as it swayed there flaccid from anger and fear. With a gentle coo, she stroked him, one hand reaching up to palm and caress his dangling balls. Feeling those dense kegs, heavy and overflowing in her hand, made her lick her lips again and rub her soft thick thighs against one another. The Minotaur watched in frightened bewilderment and slowly growing arousal. He was a beast of impulse and instinct, rapacious and hyper tuned masculinity. Were their positions reversed, he'd probably already be forcing himself onto and into the beautiful woman, cramming his thick hard meat inside of her and making her beg for his yield. He could not fight his nature, and found himself shuddering and slowly thickening under her gentle erotic ministrations. His trunk swelled, meat rising with twitching pumps, and the beast jerked it's hips fruitlessly at empty air from where he was bound.
"There we are... now we're playing nice, was that so 'hard'?" She smirked, turning her head and letting the cock drape over her face. He could feel her soft cheek rub against it as she nuzzled his length, palming his testes and squeezing them like over-ripe fruit. Opening her eyes, she looked back at him with glimmering purple orbs, catching his gaze with her own hypnotic stare.
Tilting her head, the sorceress placed a soft lavender kiss on the side of his growing dick, leaving an imprint of the color there in the shape of her lips. The mark glowed softly and tingled where she had lain it, and Ridagon groaned as she rubbed a fingertip in a small little circle around the spot. "Nice..." she repeated, giving him another kiss, another imprint. "And hard," she went on breathlessly giving his dick another kiss, and another and another. Each time, her eyes flared and a glowing mark was left on his cock, each time Ridagon grew. Soon, he was towering, rampant, his shaft standing out like a flat topped obelisk turned on it's side in mid-air.
