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It really should not have turned out this way. Anita had set her face perfectly with a bright smile, and her eyes glowed red with magic.
“How does it feel?” She spoke gingerly, then giggled. Any person would fear the 5’4 mage once her magic was infront of their eyes.
Except her pawn was not any ordinary person, as much as she loathed it. The shadows were only lightly holding his neck.
“Like a butterfly’s touch, my lady.” His voice was equally sweet. His long hair in a low ponytail, tied by one of her pink ribbons. One, she had not lent him. He had grown more cheeky, she thought with narrowed eyes.
Ever since she let him borrow one for a ball, he has taken a few liberties. Her palm clenched, and the shadows that held his body all tightened at her will. Just before he could smile, the Duke’s son…moaned?
“H-harde-r!” Anita stared dumbfounded for a moment but adjusted her expression. He was mocking her, wasn’t he?
That’s all he did other than give her that pathetic, almost yearning face. The shadows wrapped around her neck. Anita didn’t like being directly violent.But if she couldn’t punish Herman, who would?
“How crude.” She feigned a sad sigh. The shadows brought him closer to her, and she raised her hand to caress his cheek. Such perfect, unblemished skin, just like the rest of him. Anita still remembered the bruises on her arms, the chains around her skin. “I do not have a tendency for violence.”
Herman’s lips quirked up.They both knew that was a lie.“But a bad dog shouldn’t go unpunished… You agree, don't you, Herman?” Anita’s fingers brushed the skin tenderly.
“You won't be too cruel, will you, Lady Anita?” Herman’s shaky breaths did not stop that grin. “You wouldn't demasculinize a man by undressing him so shamelessly?”
“Would I?” She threatened sweetly before she could even process what he said… Would she? The shadows slithered up his waist, beginning to unbutton his vest. Once it was done, Anita let out an exhale.
“Is that it, Lady Anita?” Herman asked with furrowed brows. “What a kind mistress you are…”
What game was he playing at? Anita questioned. Her eyes returned to their pink hue. What did he want this time? Whatever it was, it shouldn't be excused. Anita was old enough to know men held their pride the closest.
The shadows' tendrils worked at once to unbutton his black blouse. Anita’s eyes stopped at the garment underneath…her flower-patterned underbust corset? Her hands shook.The pink and pale yellow of the corset dimmed down Herman’s skin.
She frowned. He should've at least borrowed the periwinkle one. “What do you have to say for yourself?” She seized a lock of Herman’s hair. Anita often wondered if he even brushed his hair with how many loose strands he had.
“I missed your scent and your shape.” Herman’s gaze softened, and he felt his neck heat up. The shadow tendrils brushed his nipples as they held him. His face had reddened significantly. Herman usually preferred darker indigos and blacks, but Anita’s clothes? He’d adore it if he could suffocate in her scent and pastel fabrics. He felt closer to her with her corset under his clothes. He also just felt pretty.
“How did you even manage to fit it—?” With the puzzled question, spare tendrils snapped around his waist.
Figured her most precious pawn had such a slender waist… Anita huffed a bitter breath.
“How very.” Her gaze lowered to his chest that was practically held in place for her. Beige scars below his pink nipples. As her attention followed them, so did the shadows. The black forms traced the scars with tenderness that made the noble hitch a breath.
”Do you find them lovely?” Almost a teasing that he took. The shadow around his throat tightened for a moment.
“A particular place for scars, but I believe I can do worse.” Anita’s gloved finger slid down the middle of his chest. Her cheeks were as flushed as his in the dark room.
“Don’t be shy then, my lady; I'm all yours.” Herman spoke in a low tone that betrayed his own blush. How badly he wanted her hands all over him, even if it was too much to ask. “I’ve been a good boy, haven't I?”
“You disobey small commands, cross me in words, borrow my belongings, and keep ogling me.” Anita corrected. She almost wanted to say ‘with yearning eyes,’ but she locked it in.
“I still follow your will mostly, and words are just temporary, my lady. Actions are more often required—” A whine escaped him when a shadow lightly pinched a nipple.
Anita studied his expression, wondering if her shadows and she went too far. Herman smiled.
“Actions are required, indeed, mistress.” He was practically sticking out his tongue at her, and she took it. Her lips took his, and she pushed forward. So soft. It was almost criminal. Herman opened his mouth, giving her more access. She tasted him, and she wished for more. Her shadows tightened around his neck. If he should breathe, he should only breathe for her, she thought. A silly thought.
“Always so gentle with me…” Herman whimpered against her lips. Was he trying to drive her crazy? Anita pulled away before fisting a hand in his hair. His lips merged into a pout. “Come on, mistress, don't be so coy; you could end me if you wished to.”
“I could.” Her fingers laced down his hair to his jaw. Meanwhile, shadows teased the hem of his pants, flicking over the buttons. Herman forced his face closer, gently exhaling over hers.
“You wouldn't violate me, would you?” His brows furrowed.
“Leave me disheveled and wanting?” He whispered. Even tied up with shadows with one threatening his delicate mortal throat, he smiled. “Such a good girl you are, mistress.”
“What kind of pet does that make you?” “Yours.”
“Mine.”
The shadows unbuttoned his pants and slid them out with efficient grace. Anita brought her hand to the expanse of his back. It was smooth and almost delicate even with the muscular shaping.
“Relax, you’ve more than earned this.” There was a coldness to her tone, but Herman leaned into her touch regardless.
“Don’t be modest with your desires and praise; I'm more than able to handle it.” He squirmed his legs as if in evidence. Shadows wrapped around every ankle and wrist he had. Anita furrowed her brows.
She had merely meant to scare him, but…perhaps… The shadows yanked off the black linen underpants. Anita focused on the sight of his thigh, trying to avoid the other sight.She watched his face.
He was flushed indeed, but something more. His eyes relaxed and watched hers. The shadows on his wrist climbed off his leg, leaving shudders.“If you wanted me undressed, you could’ve asked…”
“When did you become so cheeky?” Anita grimaced. He used to be so obedient…
“Am I not your good boy anymore?” He smiled still as if he was praised. Her hand tightened on his back, giving it a nice squeeze.
“Perhaps I have been too demanding of you?” She playfully feigned a tone of guilt. “How about this: enough about what I desire; what would you like?” She asked. A reward wouldn’t be too pricey.
After all, Herman had been her loyal pawn. His mother? Caged in a cell by his own hand. His father? On a tight leash with his help. His people? Dying like flies by a plague she started. Yes, perhaps she could reward him. More importantly, she wanted to know what exactly he wanted. Why follow her? Why cross every line imagined? What did he want?
Her shadows were prepared to strike if he would say something as insignificant as "love." Herman felt the black transparent forms tense around him.
He’d chosen peace today.
Anita had prepared her smile of victory for when Herman would reveal himself to be a foolish male. A foolish male who only wanted one thing.
“I want you inside me.” A deep breath. An exhale.
“Pardon?”
“You, your magic, I want to be suffocated by it. I don’t want to breathe or feel comfortable even; I just want you all around and inside me. Anything, as long as it’s you.” Herman’s eyes softened as if he wasn’t asking for…?
Where would she even…? Anita glanced at his mouth and then across his body (which was still held horizontally in the air.) Back in her village, there were some human men. Human men that were different from the men that killed and ravaged.
Anita didn't know what happened to those men she called uncles and misters during the witch hunts. Her home had been a home for mages and those not welcome by society. She had one day overheard her sister's joke about how much a certain male couple needed certain oils. Anita’s face had frozen, trying to process this.
“Would you like me to find you a male lover…?” She eyed Herman again. He was beautiful. No doubt. Even with how his hair had tangled and messy layers, it flowed gracefully down his back. Even as the duke’s son, he could surely find some secret lover to engage in those carnal delights. Why make it her problem? Herman blinked, but a grin warmed his face.
“I desire you.” He paused. “I want you. I need you.” It did little to help Anita process this. “You, regardless of whether you were a man or woman.” Herman’s eyes lowered to Anita’s open cleavage. Anita felt a sudden want to cover up but a need to punish him…or rather give him what he desires.
“Be frank.” She fixed her expression with narrowed eyes.“What a cruel mistress,” Herman sighed, then adjusted his eyes back to Anita’s eyes.
“I want my ass wrecked and my throat stuffed. Sufficient?” Anita’s expression practically fell off once more. Turns out, Herman did want one thing…just not what she expected.
Clearly from his amused expression, he was enjoying this. He found her adorable when she was perplexed by his attention or affection. If he wasn't so delightfully tied up, he would attempt to pet her.
“I apologize for being so forward; I had no idea I had such an innocent mistress.” Herman practically sang the last part.The mage was at a loss. Was this another game to him? To mock her? Did he want to send her already weakened heart into early death?
“Where is all your contempt for the monarchy, my lady?” He teased and wiggled his thighs in the shadows’ hold. “Can’t even demean a duke’s son? Am I that precious to you?” A genuine smile visited his pale lips.
Imagining the royal family ripped apart and bloody? Yes, she had done so every night when she wasn't dreaming of her sisters' embraces and laughs. Imagine that man begging for her forgiveness while his entire body withered in pain. Of course.
“Is that really the kind of demeaning you deserve?” Anita narrowed her eyes as her hand found his chin with a squeeze. Why did those blue eyes seem so clear now of all times?
“Until I'm too lowly to be considered nobility? Possibly? Until I'm below man, let alone a human being? Perhaps. Until I'm defiled by my mistress’s shadows, until I'm shaking and thoughtless? Absolutely.” It didn't help how Herman’s deep breaths accompanied his words.
To think, this man had the blood of Mage Hunters in him… Anita’s lips rose.
“Such a pathetic creature you are, Lord Herman.” Her voice returned to its soft nature. Herman shuddered a breath when her fingers left his chin.She returned gracefully to her chaise and sat with her legs tilted, hands comfortable on her lap.
Before Herman could say any more rubbish, a shadow pulled on his hair.“How petty, my lady.” He couldn't hide the flush or how hard he was down there where it most mattered. “You know, I prefer only your hands on my hair.”
“Really?” She placed a hand on her lips in mock surprise. “And who had told you your preferences mattered?” She tilted her head, and her silver locks fell perfectly. Herman’s eyes swallowed the sight gratefully.
Even this mere talk set his skin on fire. He grew up draped in silk and jewels, but only Anita had made him feel comfortable. The messed-up stability she brought. Her orders, her voice, and those eyes that could be the tip of a water lily’s petal. Or the center of a rose. Her eyes were the only eyes he could really look at. No one had noticed the heir of the duchy could see at people’s foreheads and brows.
“Your blood, and thus your body, is filthy.” Anita gently declared. “But of course, as the future Duke, you've had everything given so easily to you.” Anita still despised the mockery of nobility. Their gems and wealth were only because of that bastard god’s blessing. Nothing she said offended him.
“Herman, you’re mine.” He nodded. “And thus you share my magic; remember that.” His heart warmed. He could tell the hidden words beneath her cruel exterior. If it gets too much, banish the shadows.
But why would he?
“Of course, my lad—” Before he could try to sizzle her nerves, a shadow stuffed his mouth. “Mmmfff!” He moaned through it, knowing full well he could cause it to disappear.
“My, my, what was this, my lord?” Anita giggled. Her playful, girlish laugh that he would gladly die under. “Hush now, did no one tell you not to speak with your mouth full?” His body trembled as shadows slid up his body with their cool whiffs.
A bold one pinched his nipples, and he whimpered.Some played with the base of his cock with slow slides. Another squeezed the shaft. His eyes watered, but he needed more.
Even with two shadows at his ankles, he squirmed down there.“Is there something you need, Lord Herman?” Anita asked. She stood up, and he whispered, seeking her order, her attention, and her touch. She walked past him to her vanity table.
It was full of the people’s tax money. Anita had spared no expense from purchasing whatever she wished for aside from the gifts he daily sent. She held up her glass bottle of rosehip seed oil.She was sure this would be safe for such a use. The shadows lowered him so he was at hip length with her. His feet faced her.
She took her time walking toward him. The shadows pulled his legs apart in a sharp swoosh.Her hand hovered over his ass cheek for a moment before following his thigh. Just as Herman’s blood rushed from the touch, she let go.Walked away again. He whimpered in protest, and the shadows around his shaft tightened.
The shadows shifted, taking him with them to Anita’s vanity. Anita walked behind him.He had a clear view of himself. Held by her shadows with spread legs and a stuffed mouth. His hair grew more frizzy.
“Comfortable?” She asked, giving him a moment to answer. She slapped his right thigh with medium force, then tsked.
“Can’t even answer? How pathetic. Are you even a human with wants and choices, or are you just my pet?” Anita’s own blood rushed, and she worried if she was taking it too far. She waited to see if Herman would disperse the shadows himself. He didn't. He wiggled his rear at her. The brat. She sighed.
Two shadows formed and spread his cheeks to give view to the small hole that lay underneath. She spilled some of the rosehip oil on it, gently tilting the bottle. The nutty herb scent filled Herman’s lungs. He could smell it. He felt it. He squirmed from the cool feeling, or, well, tried to.
Anita could very much have her dear shadows do all the work. She could very well organize her ribbons or even read the news or scheme. But she wanted this. She spilled more oil into her fingers and circled the hole gently. A shadow took the bottle of oil for her.
“Are you enjoying the view?” Anita chirped at seeing her reflection in the mirror. Herman’s body was too lewd to see without her own cheeks flustering. Why was he so pretty? Why wasn't he a disgusting animal like all men? Her eyes followed the waist corset. Hers. He was hers.
“I merely wish my beloved pet is comfortable.” She pressed a wet thumb against it and muttered an incantation for muscle relaxation. He opened up perfectly.
“My good boy,” she cooed and almost felt disgusted by it if she wasn't so drawn toward him.He was as affected as she was and more. That fact relieved her. She wiggled her thumb inside.
He was like a warm canvas for her cold hands. Her gloves still separated them. She wondered if she should throw these gloves away afterwards or treasure them.These mortal emotions were pathetic, beneath her. The hiss of his muffled voice sent a jolt to her core. She needed more.
From the way his body trembled and squirmed, he did too. She pulled out her thumb only to replace it with her fingers.
“That’s it, take it, dear one.” She whispered. “Take it like the pathetic mortal you are, or should I say dog? My perfect, little dog.” She scissored him, and a muffled groan escaped him. She had forgotten magic couldn’t work on him. This was his own need and relaxation, opening him up for her. She pulled out.
Instead, she walked back to her vanity table and perched herself on the wood in front of his gagged face. His azure hair falling over his face. He furrowed his thin brows at her.A hand came to pet him.
“Already in need of more?” She teased. “I never knew such a needy dog existed right under my nose.” The shadows did their job. A lithe shadow emerged and took the place of her fingers. It was thin and comfortable. It expanded inside him.He muffled a moan, raising his head at Anita.
It was rare for her to be above him due to their height difference, but it felt nice. The shadow fucked him slowly while others groped his body as if it were a meal on a plate. Her plate. Two shadows pinched and pulled on his pink nipples. Several rubbed his cock.
An indulgent smile formed on her pink lips.“To think, I’ve sent you out to bleed people for me, to behead people, to fight in armor.” She tsked. “It seems your true place is different.” Herman leaned into her touch. His blue eyes, clearly in need. Tears sprang from them, but not sad tears. Not that of anguish either.
“You don’t belong on the battlefield, do you, my precious dog?” She knew she was indulging him far too much. His mother was in the dungeons right this moment, and he was gasping for her touch. “You’re a shame to your family, your people, your empire, but…I accept you.” She muttered the last part. It was only reasonable. He had abandoned everything for her.
The shadows grew rougher, but he grew more desperate.
Anita commanded a shadow to untie the lace of his corset, in fear he might not be getting enough oxygen. His spine lost some tension. “There, there, breathe through your nose.” She cradled his cheek. “Look at yourself in the mirror; aren’t you a pretty dog?” Herman muffled an answer, but his eyes spoke enough. You’re my God.
Anita couldn't stand it. She forced the shoes to raise his body vertically. The shadow didn’t stop its assault, and the others were squeezing and groping.
The shadow around his neck forcefully raised his head so he could only stare at the mirror. Meanwhile, Anita gathered her skirts and knelt. Taking a deep breath, she felt his shaft. Hardened all for her.
A small shadow formed inside her undergarment, circling her clit.She didn't want him to look down at her or for him to know she was affected.
No, she couldn't. She hadn't pleasured a human man in centuries.She wasn't doing this because he asked. Not because a man asked. Instead, she just wrapped her lips along the tips. She grimaced in advance to prepare for the taste.
He…tasted clean. Cleaner than that man ever was. It shamed Anita to even think about it. Being on her knees had once felt like her purpose and need. Now, it felt like… She took a sharp breath as the shadow circled her kilt. It felt…she didn't know how this felt.
She sucked gently and used her free hand to tease. Another hand holding his thigh, squeezing when she pleased.Anita didn't mind the slight saltiness. She even took pleasure in how much he trembled.
Herman felt everything. The shadows holding his neck. The shadows teasing his nipples with cruel pinches and pulls, then the others caressing his chest scars and abdomen.
The shadows currently ravaging his ass. His Anita’s mouth… He felt it. His thoughts blurred as his gaze fixed on the mirror. Anita, Anita, Anita. His mind could only think of that.Anita.He was pathetic, and he loved it. Just for Anita… Anita, Anita, Anita. His mind screamed.
Anita pulled her mouth away once she felt his member pulse. She watched the cum spill with cold pink eyes. She stopped the shadow at her kilt and stood up. This was pathetic.
She couldn't even meet his gaze as the shadows gently let him down. She walked away and took a black mesh shawl to wrap around herself. She opened the door.
“Clean up after yourself.” She ordered before she left.
Herman panted, staring into the small puddle of his semen. He didn't feel abandoned. She didn't owe him anything, did she? He couldn't understand her, nor did he dare to try. He felt guilty for pushing her toward this but knew no one could force Anita into anything.She had allowed this to go so far. His heart warmed, but he told himself he wouldn't push her for the next few days.
He’d be a good pawn who didn't make his mistress feel such confusing feelings. He hummed before a shadow nudged him. The shadow held a pale rose towel.
“Thank you.”