The world was tinted rose. Her scent permeated the room, smelling of lavenders and lillies. Her voice tickled his ear. He would do what she wanted. Anything to please his mistress.
No!
A sharp voice far in the back of his mind cried out. He couldn't give over the Temptation Ring, he had one task and he had sworn to die protecting it, so why couldn't he resist one, admittedly very sexy, lady?
Sweet, poor man. You can't resist my charm, honey
. Her voice rang loud and clear in his mind, just like his own, but somehow more pronounced. He also felt something stir down below. An electric sensation rushed from his groin to his brain, then radiated outwards through the rest of his body. His cock had become, against his will, and without warning, completely stiff. He was sure it was stiffer than it had ever been. Nothing his wife had done over their thirty-odd years could have hoped to create the sensation he felt now.
The tall, slender woman traipsed over towards him, her long lace nightgown parting to fully reveal her black corset. The man was so hyper aroused, every detail he noticed caused an almost comical twitch to his cock; the way the corset pressed up her already sizable tits, making them look almost a cup size larger, the matching black frilly garter belt attached to fishnet stockings, or her 6 inch stilletos that she walked expertly in.
No!
The voice locked deep inside him cried to no avail. The woman reached him and lay one arm on his shoulder and used the other to reach inside his cotton trousers which could barely keep his completely engorged member in check.
"Let's let him loose shall we?" she whispered with a wink. In one deft motion she drew the string tying his pants loose, and used the same hand to pull his trousers down under his dick. It flung back and forth a bit.
"You're so aroused right now, aren't you? Your balls must be so so heavy" she purred in his ear, licking the inside of it, and then running her tongue down his neck. She ended with a gentle kiss to his collarbone. She was right, his balls felt unusually heavy. There was a strong dull ache building, with only one recourse. His hand reflexively went to grab his cock, but was intercepted by the stunning enchantress in front of him. She held eye contact with him and lifted her other hand off his shoulder, tutting.
"You can't even if I let you. The arousal from an enchantress can only be released by that enchantress, silly. No amount of filthy self indulgence will help. Now...the ring," her voice gained a certain edge and power towards the end. The man was shaking now, his entire body quivering from sexual frustration as the enchantress' spell coursed through his body, driving him mad with lust. She narrowed her eyes.
"Oh you're strong. Mmm, that's hot," she said, licking her lips. "Let me end this," she said softly, and swiftly slapped his balls. Pain erupted through his body, and he let out a yelp followed by a moan.
What?
It hurt so bad. It hurt. It hurt...so good? He moaned again as his cock twitched forcefully. She was lightly running up and down his erect shaft with the fingers of one hand and massaging his aching balls with the other.
"Give me the ring," she repeated. And this time, the man gladly obeyed.
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Snow blew fiercely in the wind, as the group of young women approached the staunch building they'd be calling home for the foreseeable future. They were led by a sole older woman, though her age was not reflected in her appearance at all. The young women held their heads down for the most part, avoiding eye contact with one another and, more importantly, their leader. A few of the bolder ones looked up at the massive stone fortress, some in awe, some in anticipation.
Meera turned around and looked at the latest batch of apprentices, all freshly 18 years of age. Her face bore a hardened expression, but her eyes gave away her sorrow. What these young ladies were about to go through, no one deserved. They would be defiled in every manner possible, would service every type of fetish under the sun and would be driven right up to the edge of madness with sexual frustration, all so that they might go on to do the same to the men of this world. She sighed. Sweeping her long black hair behind her, she called out, voice firm and resolute.
"Welcome to The Armory girls, a name carried over from an era long bygone. You know why you're here. You all carry the blessing of the Enchantress. What you may not know, is that the blessing doesn't automatically grant the power of enchantment. It must be
earned
."
Heads raised. Some of the girls looked at each other. Some didn't look up. A few even smirked, already knowing of what would be in store for them and all of their cohort. Emilia was decidedly not one of those few. She looked up at Meera, confused and curious.
"You all are just normal girls. Some you are exceptionally beautiful, you could probably tempt the right man in the right circumstance. Some of you...leave much to be desired. But for all of you, if a Scout hadn't found you, you might have lived your entire lives without knowing of your gift. Some of you may come to regret that this wasn't the path chosen for you. But those of you that embrace The Armory and what it has to offer...well, you will find that your life will change forever."
Emilia smiled inwardly. A changed life forever sounded pretty good. Her Scout had promised as much. And a changed life did she need, sorely, not only for herself, but for her parents and younger sister.
"But enough of abstract threats and promises. Your chance to earn the privilege of becoming an Enchantress Incarnate begins now. Strip," Meera commanded forcefully. Emilia looked up sharply.
