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Nessa tried to focus as hard as she could on the small patch of grass, feeling her Master's power flow through her body.
"Come on slut, I know you'd much prefer my cock up your tight ass right now, but you need to learn to use my power," Bastinor said as a sensual voice at the back of her mind.
She blushed as his words, it was annoying how they could take her from frustrated to aroused in a heart beat.
"Please don't distract me, Master," she said, still trying to concentrate.
A chuckle resonated inside her skull.
"You silly little bitch, think for a second with that cum bubble brain of yours..." his mean cutting words making her more flustered, "in battle you will not have the benefit of quietness, so consider this a little handicap."
She gritted her teeth, trying to focus the power.
"Besides, you're cute when castings spells with your nipples erect like nails..." she could not see him, but she was sure he had a stupid smile on his face right now.
Frustrated, Nessa groaned and as she did starry flows of power danced through her arms to her fingertips. A flash of light illuminated the ground where she was focusing, and a small rubberlike vine erupted from it, barely a forearms' length, but still, better than all her previous attempts.
"Still pathetic..." said Bastinor with a smug tone, "but definitely *much* better than before. Good job, little slut."
Nessa blushed and puffed her cheeks a bit at his words.
"Thank you, Master," she said, behaving like a well-trained puppy for him, and annoyed with herself with how much she liked it.
Her stomach growled gently, and she patted her belly while at the same time enjoying the smooth feeling of her clothes.
"When we're back in my realm, I'll be able to feed you just by dicking you like the good cock sleeve you are, but until that day comes, you should probably eat something," her Master's voice said in her mind.
Nessa pouted, she was indeed hungry, but now he made her think of his cock down her throat.
She shook her head to focus again and went to fetch her things from the bags her stallion was carrying.
The fae servants of her Master in the glade had equipped her thoroughly for her quest, with bags full of food, wonderfully crafted utensils and comfortable clothes for the trip.
Said clothes were... not her usual fare, they were either silken cloths and leathers that hugged her body leaving little to the imagination or so revealing she felt she could flash someone by mistake at almost any moment.
They were most definitely her Master's idea, further humiliating her to keep her aroused and docile.
And by the gods it felt good.
Her favourite gift from her Master was, however, the gorgeous white stallion that had stepped out of the stone circle when they were ready to depart.
He was a stunning creature, built like a tank but gentle like a puppy.
From the moment he nuzzled her and whinnied happily at her pets, she had melted into a puddle of happy babbling and squealed like a little girl that just got a pony.
She had named him Snow, which her Master found hilariously unoriginal, but she didn't care, she liked the name, and Snow seemed to like it too.
The stallion grazed nearby, enjoying some fresh grass while she practised her magic.
As soon as she was close, he nuzzled her with a happy whinny, and Nessa couldn't help but hug him lovingly.
"Enjoying that grass, handsome?"she said, petting him, "it does look very nice!"
Snow did a happy buff in response and resumed eating as she took some cooking instruments out of the bags on his back and some ingredients to cook a quick stew.
It was weird to have Bastinor perpetually in her head, but she was getting used to it. Thankfully, he only seemed to talk either when she needed him, or when... well... when it would turn her on.
Apparently manifesting outside his glade or realm is troublesome, so he keeps an eye through their binding and can use her as a conduit to show up if necessary.
Whatever that means.
"It means, my empty brained little toy, that I can use you as a portal of sorts if needed," Bastinor said, obviously having heard her thoughts.
Nessa blushed at his words, and resumed cooking her dinner.
"Understood, Master," she said, trying to keep her composure.
She could feel him grinning wherever he happened to be.
Focusing on her dinner again, Nessa cut up the ingredients and set up a little campfire to boil her pot, there was thankfully a stream nearby she could get some water from.
Content with how things looked, she decided to lay down for a bit and let her dinner cook.
She laid down on her unopened bedroll, using one of her bags as a pillow, her gaze drifting away into the dim light of the evening.
It was going to be dark soon, and the quiet mood here in the wild plus the soft crackling of the campfire lulled her into a daze.
Her mind drifted to the stars, and she felt as if she was floating in a calm warm ether, her Master's presence all around her.
She had wondered often in the last few days if his magic had changed her in some fundamental way, for she felt so at ease and... happy to be owned by him.
Did it even matter? He was keeping his word and helping her find her mother's killer, and being his toy was more enjoyable that being owned by an ancient immortal being had any right to be.
Her mind drifted further to lewd thoughts of her Master using her for his pleasure, and she felt her body tingle and shuffle just imagining the things he could do to her.
Suddenly, her mind was pulled back to the material world, and her eyes darted along her little camp.
Nessa jolted to action as she spotted a small greenish thing next to her bags.
The creature, quickly realizing it had been seen, dashed away with surprising speed.
Nessa quickly jumped to her feet to pursue, but the creature was about to disappear amongst the bushes.
"Use the power I've given you, now!" said Bastinor inside her own head.
She opened her eyes wide and focused on the otherworldly power she had become a conduit for, and with a noise that was half scream and half moan, tendrils of tender blue light criss-crossed her body, just as her eyes crackled with power and her Master's mighty horns materialized as fairy fire on her head.
A vine tendril erupted from the ground and lashed at the creature, enwrapping it with a whip-like crack and dragging it closer to Nessa.
The creature struggled in its restraints, literally trying to bite them off as Nessa came over to look at their interloper.
A goblin! Nessa thought to herself as soon as she got a proper look.
She had met goblins in her village before, there were several groups that lived amongst the different peoples of the realm in their cities and villages, but this one looked feral and wild.
The goblin was small and slender, probably not much higher than Nessa's belly, which made her quite small, considering Nessa was a bit short herself.
Her hair was a wild curly mass of black strands, tied together in a ponytail that seemed ready to burst. She didn't wear much, just some leather wraps around her chest and some hastily put together short pants made of cloth scraps and more leather.
