Mortek, a half-orc warlock, stood staring at the wondrous sight in front of him. Mortek had the height of his orc-ancestors and dwarfed even the tallest humans at seven feet. Even though he had the height of the orcs, he had the tanned brown skin of his human ancestry. He had two small tusks that looked more like fangs in his massive jaw line. It was that very well defined jaw line that was the only real hint that there were some orcish features hiding behind his chiselled human face. He was wearing his deep crimson ritual robes covered in magical symbols which emanated the soft azure glow that was the hallmark of arcane power.
He was standing in the secret ritual chamber within his home deep in the Dark Forest, few knew of its location and even fewer knew the unnatural rituals he performed. The chamber was quite small, magical symbols decorated the walls and floor, all with different meanings and purposes. A small table with all manner of arcane implements on the edge of the room glowed with magic illuminating the room with a dull light.
However it was not the markings or the table that had Mortek's attention this evening. It was the unconscious female elf suspended in mid-air by a set of magical manacles of his own design. The manacles themselves, apart from being much stronger than their ordinary counterparts, did not require chains to hold them to the wall, they could also manipulated in any position he chose with the use of a simple hand gesture. There were five altogether, one for each wrist and ankle, and one for the waist. Their size magically adjusted to the victim and would remain secure and tight until he chose otherwise. At this time the pretty little elf was floating vertically with her arms straight in the air and legs together pointed toward the ground.
She was absolutely exquisite; thin but athletic frame, pale white flawless skin, flaming red hair framing the sides of her face. Her armour only barely covered the essentials while a light cloth like material covered the rest, leaving very little to the imagination. Elves were not normally his type, yet Mortek participated in all manner of unscrupulous activities and was not fazed by his attraction toward the helpless figure in front of him.
It was quite by chance that he had managed to capture this fine specimen of an elf. She was attempting to steal an artefact that he recently recovered on a quest, a powerful ring filled with dark energy with a multitude of powers that he could harness. The elf had done her research, she had managed to find out the location of his home and even how to get past the initial security measures he had put in place. She even knew the right arcane words to open his secret ritual room, however Mortek was a very paranoid warlock, much more than most of kind. He very recently added a new level of security which allowed the thief to get in and even take items in the room, however once anybody other than himself placed their hands over even just one object and attempted to cross the threshold of his home, a powerful knockback and stunning spell would immediately be cast upon them through the object thus bypassing any magical protection they may have used.
A thief entering his home was definitely not a common occurrence, in fact until today none of his magical security had ever been tested. But this elf was no ordinary thief, no, she was prepared for almost everything and almost got away... almost. At first he was just going to kill her and dispose of her body, but then it occurred to him that she might be useful for his next ritual. Before that he was going to have some fun, as payment for her trespass she was going to entertain him on a very unwholesome level.
After rechecking the magical locks, sound and scrying inhibiters, he cast a spell to wake his victim. The spell was originally designed for torture; it increased a victim's sensitivity causing them to feel pain and even pleasure more strongly. She suddenly woke, no doubt feeling the pain of the spell and the tight manacles around her wrists, ankles and waist. Her glowing green eyes blinked a few times trying to adjust and take in their environment.
"What? Where am I?" She asked groggily.
"Greetings little elf." Mortek said with a sneer.
"I did not get the opportunity to welcome you to my home before you rudely broke in and tried to take what was not yours." On the last word he leaned in close to her face, breathing in her scent.
She gasped suddenly, realising what had happened and struggled to get free from the manacles. After a short while a sly yet bored looking smile appeared on her enticing face.
"Congratulations Warlock, that last little trick was not expected, now perhaps you could be as kind to let me go so I can shake the hand of someone so brilliant". She baited looking directly into his eyes as she spoke.
Mortek laughed deeply. This one was good, very good, and that cheeky smile only made her more attractive despite her being an elf. He shook his head and cast a spell which removed the cloth part of her attire leaving only her armour. He studied the intricate patterns and designs covering the golden coloured breastplate and wondered who she was to be able to afford such an expensive looking piece. She didn't seem fazed by the sudden loss of her clothing, or at least didn't show it.
"I have friends in high places. I would be more valuable to you alive and intact." She said emphasising the last word.
"If you have friends in high places then I doubt they would want it known that they are associated with a thief. Besides, I am not allied with any faction. I do not care for any ransoms or alliances." He explained. Her eyes narrowed at his response probably realising that she could simply not talk her way out of this.
"Well then you may as well kill me for I have nothing else to offer you." She said flatly.
"Oh no my dear, you have plenty to offer me, you just don't know it yet" He replied mischievously. With that last comment he cast another spell which bypassed her magical armour's protections and removed them from her body. She was now only wearing undergarments which could hardly contain her supple breasts and barely covered her nether regions. Although she tried to hide her reaction to being so exposed he could sense she was very uncomfortable with her situation.
"Perhaps I can work for you, I have many talents, especially for a warlock as brilliant as you." She offered.
Mortek didn't answer with words he merely smiled and proceeded to remove the top half of her underclothes slowly and without using any magic. She glared at him angrily but this only fuelled his desire to continue, the top half now lay on the ground and Mortek studied the two mounds of flesh in front of him. Two pink nipples at the end of each breast poked out at him, erect no doubt a result from the spell he had cast, they teased him, and taunted him. Her breathing increased in pace which made her breasts rise and fall in quick succession, he enjoyed the sight, memorising every detail. Her glare intensified and she opened her mouth to speak.
