Warlock's Princess
Erotic Essay by Robert Hersfield
For bianca rosa

 

Author’s background information:

With cell phones being curse and savior of our modern world I tried to imagine how messages where sent in earlier ages when you could not start, mess up and end a relationship with a text message!
With bianca and I doing quite a bit of role play an exotic world was not far away.

 

1. Shopping for a Slave

It was an early morning in Tobra, the trade harbor of central Atlantis. The day promised to become rather hot but a light sea breeze blew in cloaks and dresses of the people who had gathered in the open hall. Even in a bigger crowd the man who approached the group would have stood out. He wore the golden sash of the Sun Temple Guards. The fabric was embroidered with arcane runes and symbols. On his tall and muscular form it looked as if he had borrowed it from a smaller man.
The slave trader who stepped out of the group to greet the newcomer respectfully knew what the symbols meant. The tall man was a warlock, blessed by the gods with the gift to wield combat magic. Carlos did not know the man, he had never seen him here before, either. The warlocks looked around, paused for a moment, then approached the trader. Curious eyes from men and women alike took in the tall form, the erect, proud posture of the soldier – even in this situation.
„Good morning, Merchant! May the Gods bless you and yours! I am Ta'lonn and I would like to buy a female slave! “
The slave trader met all kinds of people, rich and poor, buyers, sellers and slaves. He allowed himself the luxury to like and dislike them; after all he was established and rich and had connections to the ruling families. His guest had bowed, the handshake was firm and determined. Along with the sympathy he felt for the stranger he had become rather curious.
„Good morning Master! And may They bless you and yours! Carlos, it will be a pleasure to please you! You are lucky; two ships brought new wares yesterday. I am sure we will find what you are looking for!“
A young muscular assistant waved the men back towards the wall; the women all knelt down at a gesture. Ta'lonn walked past them wondering whether it was a complete folly what he was about to do. He had descended the many stairs that led down from the third level of the multi-walled city down to the harbor. The bag he had slung over his shoulder contained a little fortune. It was all he owned with the exception of the small house on the third level, his weapons and his armor. The women he passed by rose and stepped closer. Many of them were beautiful, all were clad modestly, but the assistant stood ready to remove their clothing at his sign. He met anxious, desperate, teasing and wanton looks. If a warship had captured them they had not been slaves for long, he reasoned. A woman in the middle of the row had a few strands of hair dyed blonde, her natural dark mane fell over her shoulders. Her eyes were swollen, but even this only heightened her natural beauty. Silk and a silver brooched showed her family was rich – or had been rich. First she avoided his gaze, then she met it, defiance, fear and pride struggling visibly.
„What is her name, Carlos? And how much is she?“
Before the woman had a chance to defend herself, the assistant had removed the brooch, she stood frozen as he removed the tunic.
„This is Fallida, she is from the north east, from Partia! Isn't she beautiful? Fallida, let us hear the magic of your voice!“
The trader knew his business, Ta'lonn thought. Fallida was probably aware that she would only get her tunic back after this was over; she hurried to greet her potential buyer. Indeed her voice was seductive and warm, with a hint of the chiming of bells in it. You could fall in love with such a voice immediately! The warlock looked over to Carlos the trader.
„What did she say, Carlos?! I didn’t understand a word!“
„It is Partian! I have few slaves with a voice like this. She is a quick learner, she will know Atlantean in no time at all! I can only commend you to your impeccable taste, Ta'lonn!“
Ta'lonn cut Fallidas ordeal short by waving to the assistant, she wrapped herself in the tunic, tears in her eyes.
„Carlos, I need a messenger, a smart woman who can relay a very important message. She needs to speak our language perfectly!“
He turned around to look at the woman again and smiled at her.
„How much is she?“
“She is worth every silver piece, isn't she? Beautiful, well mannered, a great voice, she also plays at least one instrument! Nine Talac is almost an offense, but we are here at the harbor market, aren't we?“
Ta'lonn sighed. Such a beauty, but he would not be able to afford her. Not even if he abandoned his plans, something he was not even dreaming about doing.
„I don't have that much, Merchant. I agree – she is a gorgeous woman. But I need a messenger!“
Carlos would not be a good trader if he did not adapt to the ways and wishes of his customer. He lead him almost to the end of the row – and again the warlock was surprised at the diversity of the responses when they passed a slave – disappointment and relief showed as often as curiosity and compassion for each other. Many knew each other obviously. A single soldier could not buy more than one slave.
„This is Avalina, a Grecian trader’s daughter. She speaks our language perfectly, as you wished. Avalina -“
The woman met his gaze inquisitively and open. Before the assistant could force her, she stood, lowered her head and removed the tunic. Dark hair spilled over her breasts, unlike the partians she was slender, her skin tan lighter. Avalina said without looking at him:
„Greetings Master of War Magic! My name is Avalina and I speak your language.“
She was about to say more, he could see how her eyes went to the tunic that she had handed to the assistant. There was something that touched him about this situation. He liked her spirit. Perhaps she was the right one, after all. He had not anticipated to be successful at the very first visit to the slave market. And somehow he was sure Avalina would be the one. His left hand raised, he made sure the assistant did not return her tunic yet. The assistant grinned and complied. This one was not a voluptuous one, but very pleasing to the eye.
„How much is she, Carlos?“
„Seven Talac, Master. Look at her – take her in – a classical Grecian beauty!“
Seven Talac . This was all he had. He needed some clothing for her too. Some jewelry. It was as if the merchant could look into his bag.
„Five! Not one more!“
Avalinas face started to glow, and it was not from the sun that started to reach the dais. Ta'loon watched the rays dancing over her nude body painting highlights on shoulders, breasts and hips. Then he turned around, face to the breeze as if signaling this was his last word. What did she see in him? In the man who might become her destiny, her life? A stranger, tall, a soldier with angular, not really handsome features. Worse, he was a magician. She would never be able to flee. He would find her, where ever she went?
Carlos smiled, extended a hand that pointed at Avalina, then sank down as if to emphasize all the gifts and blessings she had. The warlock seemed to be determined to buy her. It was fun negotiating with him. He was a worthy opponent.
„Master, she understands us! Five? Only five for such beauty, for a woman like her? Avalina, spin twice!“
Ta'lonn did not fall into this trap. His gaze rested on one of the powerful biremes that were the backbone of the Atlantean fleet as if he did not care one bit whether she understood them or not. These rowing ships accompanied other when the traders were out. To acquire their goods.
„I would, Carlos, if I could. She is worth it, I believe you. Five and three silver pieces. She has a mission to fulfill, and I need to purchase a few more items.“
The merchant thought about this quickly. The influences of the Sun Temple Guards was considerable. The warlock did not come from any of the influential families though. Still, he liked him. The mission could be very well a trick, nothing more than a love gift.
„Six Talac and I will give you four dresses and part of the jewelry she had when she changed ownership!“
This was more than he could afford, still. He would have to send home his man servant and live very spartan for the next months. It was worth it though, he thought. Avalina was the one who could make his mission succeed in dignity, passion and beauty. Jewelry was expensive too, he could not expect more. This was his chance. The gods above smiled at him!
„Deal, Carlos!“
Merchant and buyer shook hands, then he turned to Avalina, relief and delight shone in his eyes. She opened her mouth, then closed it without having said a word. Sold. It was that easy. She was sold to a stranger; she did not know anything about. He stepped up the dais, took the tunic from the assistant’s hands and handed it to Avalina. There was a small table on the dais. He counted out four Talac and numerous silver coins of various sizes and weights. Some were briefly discussed, their worth adjusted, but in the end a small fortune lay on the table and gleamed in the sun. Avalina stared at it in disbelief.
What did she think? Ta'lonn watched her. It was a lot of gold and silver. She had not looked as shocked as some of the other women, but had not made any sultry or lascivious attempts to attract him. Why would a soldier buy a woman? There were not all that many options. Carlos interrupted his thoughts handing him another bag, it was soft and light. Carlos opened it, there was a rather plain tunic wrapped around three more, one made of a silk like material, another embroidered. A small leather pouch contained two bracelets, a brooch and a simple necklace.
Ta'lonn nodded. This was very apt for his plans.
The assistant handed him a scroll and then approached Avalina. She shrunk back, big eyed. Trained to notice what was going on around him, the warlock spun to watch what was going on. The woman trembled visibly as the assistant slipped two light cuffs around her wrists. They were not locked but linked together with a chain. It was jewelry only, but everybody could see the effect it had on the slave. Once he had brought her home he would tell her whether to wear it or not, but as of late it was fashion amongst the influential families to make their female, and some male slaves wear the symbolic cuffs and chains.
Ta'lonn shook the traders hand again, said good bye and shouldered the bag. It was time to ascend to the third level. The sun poured glistening light and heat over harbor and city. Avalina walked by his side – her buyer was too absorbed in his thoughts, the bag he had brought felt light and empty now, but a delighted smile appeared on his face often as they made their way through narrow streets, up steep staircases that were shortcuts to the broad and beautiful promenades that spiraled up the mountain to the first level.

 

2. My Messenger

Avalina stood in the door of his house. The narrow building was molded to the outer wall of the third ring. He tried to see it through her eyes. Was she not a merchant’s daughter? Even a poor merchant would have a bigger house. The Atlantean traders had brought prosperity, lore, culture and wealth to many harbors. The first room was used as living room and kitchen. A door lead to the adjacent bedroom. A ladder leant at a wall allowing access to the storage area underneath the roof where he kept his few treasures. The proximity to the ring wall had made the house expensive, the cooling wind made the heat bearable even during hot summers.
Ta'lonn closed the door behind him and removed a second chair from a chest in the corner of the room. Avalina sat, the chains chimed as she let her hands drop onto the surface of the wooden table. The sadness in her eyes struck him. It had been quite a walking distance up to the third level to his house. Avalina looked exhausted and close to tears.
„Welcome to my house! You can remove the cuffs, Avalina. Here is water and I also have some wine but I am afraid it will not be what you are used to.“
She shook her head, she did cry now. Black strands were sent flying, she rocked herself back and forth on the chair, but he could tell she was fighting the tears and the despair that threatened to overwhelm her.
„I may not take off any cuffs, Master. Only my – my owner may.“
„Oh!“ He placed the earthenware mugs with the water and the diluted wine on the table, then held one outstretched hand to gently remove the cuff. Most of the Grecians had brown eyes as the Atlantean people, and she was no exception. He could see the surprise register on her face as she noticed his grays. He freed her other wrist from the cuff, then sat the pair on the table. On a second thought, he opened the chest and stowed them away, out of her view.
„I am a born Atlantean, but my parents hail from the north west of the Central Sea. Hence the gray eyes!“
And hence his rank in society. Only being blessed by the Gods he had made it so far. She drank water from the cup but refused the wine with a shaky smile.
„Master, thank you, I don't think wine would be a good idea for me now. Thank you for removing the cuffs. I am new to this. I am sorry. I will learn quickly, I promise!“
All of a sudden he felt the urge to help her, to tell her she would be somewhere else, soon.
„Avalina, you will have to stay one night only. Then I will send you on your mission. To a palace. It will be a much better place than my house!“
It was her turn to go „Oh!“ now. He sipped diluted wine and let his thoughts drift back. He could not remember a time when he did not love Amitra. High Priestess of The Sun Princess Amitra. When his gift had been recovered he had seen here a couple of times already, from afar, of course, as part of the procession to the temple. Shimmering gold and gilden hair enveloped her, but her dark eyes and the smile, half hidden underneath the ritual mask had stolen his heart. His parents were avid worshippers of the Gods, and even though the Atlanteans were much more relaxed about many things their passion showed in the celebrations and rites for the Blessed Ones. It had been as natural as breathing to tell the priests he wanted to join the Guard of the Sun Priestess when they told him about his gift. He had been a little bit different than other boys of the same age. Taller than most, but also seeing things others did not, he had once expelled a malevolent spirit with a punch of his fist. And this tale had made it to the priests who had been called to to examine him closer, and learn about his blessing.
And he had told them he wanted to join the ranks of the Sun Temple Guard. His determination and will had surprised the priests. He had made it through the magical tests and the warlock school. Only three years later he had joined the famous and prestigious Guard as one of the youngest temple guards ever.
„Master Ta'lonn, may I ask what you are going to do with me?“
She had asked politely with a quiet voice. Sometimes when he was on duty at night and stared at the stars above he asked himself why he had come up with this plan. Thus it was a cautious, slow beginning as he started to introduce the woman sitting at the opposite side of the table to his idea.
„Did you ever feel you had to do something passionate, true, strong, something that would be sung about in a story? Something you could be proud of doing, even if it did not work out?“
It took a moment until he could see his words sink in and trigger a rather unexpected response. Her skin color darkened as blood rushed into her face, she giggled nervously, taken by surprise herself.
„I don't know what to say, Master. I think I understand you though.“
The blushing only deepened. „Yes, yes I think I understand you, fully. Do I have to do with this passionate deed?“
The host nodded and beamed at her. Perhaps it would be much easier to tell her about the mission than he thought.
„Maybe your customs and traditions are very much the same. I am not of a suitable rank to tell a noblewoman what I feel for her. She will never be able to admit any contact to me. But there is a way around the first. I will send you as a present to her. To tell her of my love!“
„You are crazy! You paid so much for a slave – and then send her off to a woman who will not even acknowledge receipt of the message?“ She paused for a moment, the blush went away and returned. She lowered her voice to a whisper. „Maybe you are not crazy at all. But Ta'loon, are they not going to whip me and toss me into a hole to never see the sun again for what I did?“
He did not think about all of the possibilities, but his passionate plan should not end in such a disaster. He leant over the table. Avalina was not the only one scared.
„A slave can be punished for her own deeds. Her owner can also be punished for her deeds. I will give you something that will clearly indicate upon who's will you are acting, Avalina. I don't want you to be punished for delivering my message! I want you to have a good life at the palace of the the royal family, or the Sun Temple.“
There, it was out now. His guest stared back in awe and terror.
„The royal family? She is a princess?“ She whimpered and lowered her head. He felt bad for scaring her like this, but had he not watched the Priestess often enough?
„Princess Amitra is not like this!“
They stared into each others eyes, a contest of wills ensued. There had been so much passion, so much love and trust in his words, and he did not yield. She was strong though, it took a while until she lowered her gaze and looked at her hands.
„I am sorry, Master. What should I tell her?“
He got up, that special look was on his face again, his eyes widened, then narrowed making him look almost predatory. She yelped as he pulled her up and into his strong arms. Her hands pushed against his chest, but she only managed to accidentially slip one hand inside his tunic feeling the muscles play underneath his skin. His lips were hot and soft, he pressed them to hers, gently sucking at her lower lip, again and again. The grip around her body tightened and his kiss became harder and more passionate, his right hand traveled over dark hair, over the nape of her neck and her shoulders, a strong contrast to the demanding kiss that seemed to linger, to heat up with every heartbeat. A strong hand cupped the back of her head, an arm restraining her movements keeping her close to his body. Her resistance had been broken after moments of this passionate assault. One hand lay on his bare skin, caught in his tunic, the other dug into the fabric. She mewled and stared into his eyes, then avoided his gaze, looked at him again, breathless, speechless. „Ohhh!“
He pulled her closer, almost provocatively, there was a rapid beat thundering in his chest, and he whispered, driven by this beat.
„Tell her I adore her. Tell her I want her to feel like a woman. I will worship her, will kiss her senseless, then take her the way she deserves to be taken!“
Avalina whimpered, her body had become pliant in his arms, her hand on his skin did not stir as if she feared any movement over his skin would burn her immediately, the other smoothed over the tunic she had bunched up in her small fist.
„I hope she will like!“ Her voice was shaky, a soft moan escaped as he let her go. She sunk back onto the chair and poured herself diluted wine. Ta'lonn did not take his eyes off of her, not even for a single moment. He returned to his chair, smiled, somewhat surprised about his own fervid outbreak.
„Will you do this for me, Avalina?“
The wine rolled down her throat. Face still aglow she nodded, then hasted to speak. „Yes I will, Master Ta'lonn.“

 

3. Sent

He listened to Avalinas breathing. She still did not sleep. Did she miss her family, was she still afraid of what would happen to her during her mission? He had slipped under the light cover as he did usually – naked. He had noticed the hesitation in her gaze, but he did not have to ask her twice to follow. She wore a thin tunic, it was too dark to read her face, was she scared, disappointed or simply tired?
She had told him her story – daughter of a well to do but not rich merchant, captured by barbarian sea tribes only to be rescued by an Atlantean warship. It had not changed her status, but now she was a slave on the Island. So much had happened in such a short time. The Gods above had put a lot on her plate! He turned around facing her, whispered.
„Come here Avalina. Come in my arms!“
She did not answer but slid into his embrace, dark hair spilled on his chest, her head rested on his shoulder. She sighed, a slender arm went around his neck, and only moments later she was fast asleep. He felt his desire for her awaken once more. He had many opportunities to sate his bodies hunger, but saving money for this event had not helped. His appetite had not dwindled worshipping Princess Amitra. He growled and held the sleeping woman in his arms until tiredness overcame his restless mind and desire and he followed her into the realm of dreams.

He awoke to the sounds of somebody talking, then laughing. He got up, her scent lingered still on the bed, on his skin. She had felt good in his arms, too good almost. Ta'lonn shook of thought lingering in his mind. Today it would have to be his best tunic. He took some time to wash himself, dry and then slip into the tunic. By the time he entered the main room Avalina was alone again.
„Good morning Master! How are you this fine morning?“
She looked stunning in the white, embroidered tunic. Her hair shone like molten coal. She giggled nervously, the fire burned but her hands and even her face bore black smudges.
„Good morning Avalina! The gods blessed us with a beautiful morning! I heard voices. Did I miss a visitor?“
„Awid was here, but I asked him to return later. He showed me how to light the fire. Your morning soup and the bread will be ready in no time at all!“
So his man servant had seen Avalina, and was convinced now he had hired a whore or bought himself a love slave. He noticed that his soup would be burned soon, not to mention the bread. He laughed softly, adjusted the height of the cauldron and pulled back the flat cake.
„There, this is better!“
Standing close to her made him remember last night. She did not inch away but watched attentively. Why, he wondered. Soon she would live in a palace. He very much hoped she would!
They shared breakfast in silence after he had wiped her hands and face.

“Do I have to wear the chains, I mean the jewelry again, Master? Of course, if you want me to I will!” There was a strange expression on Avalinas face. She had sounded eager almost to wear the cuffs – or was it eager to be gone? He pondered the thought for a moment, then captured her hands, they were like nervous little birds in his strong grip. Ta'lonn looked into dark eyes.
„Yes I want you to wear the bonds, Avalina. You will look perfect for Princess Amitra! Don your best tunic, I will pack your bag with all your belongings!“
„Yes Master.“ She fell silent again, her form shaking slightly, but he did not release her wrists. The sigh was loud in the silence sounding like a little explosion. He would miss Avalina. Ta'lonn knew it the moment he released her wrists.
His guest got up, stepped back and reached for the bag. Gaze lowered she undid the tunic standing nude in front of him. Even as she wrapped herself in the silken cloth he could see her naked form before his inner eyes. The shining fabric flowed like water around her curves, accentuated them and teased the observer with hints and sensual suggestions. He caught her looking up, breath held, lips parted, but meeting his gaze made her look away immediately.
She thrust her hands at him, and for a moment he wondered whether she wanted to be hugged, but then he got it, stood up and retrieved the chiming jewelry from the chest and slipped it around her wrists. She stood stiff and frozen, face expressionless.
She still stood like this when he had packed the bag. The warlock wrote a letter in the language only magicians learned and understood. To her, his adored and worshipped princess. A silken ribbon was used to bind the scrolls together - slave ownership document and his own letter. And still she had not moved, not changed her position.
He placed bag and double scroll onto the table and wrapped his arms around her. This time she did not resist, her restrained arms came to rest on his chest, she leaned into the hug and whispered:
„I am so scared. I don't want to go! I so hate to disappoint you, Master Ta'lonn!“
A trembling traveled through her form as he kissed her hair. She smelled intoxicating, and his hand on her back made her press into his chest. The silk did nothing to hide her body, his fingertips glowed on the thin layer that kept him from touching her glowing skin.
„You bought me, Master, so I am your slave, and if you tell me to go I have to go?“
The reasoning made him smile, despite the low voice and the question that lingered in it. Strong arms pulled her closer even as his words contradicted the gesture.
„Yes Avalina, you are my slave and I want you to go!“
The statement was answered with a deep sigh, but she slipped out of his embrace.
„I am ready to go Master.“
It sounded more confident than he had anticipated. Her lower lip trembled but she stood proud and erect, arms held in front and a bit away from her body. And the chains sparkled in the morning light pouring through the small window.

In the evening he stared out of this window at the glorious fire of the Sun God. Red, orange, gold and even purple tones mingled in the skies. She was gone, and since he had accompanied her to the Hall of Guests of the Royal Family he had not heard any news. Tomorrow he would be back on duty. If nothing happened. He wondered how Princess Amitra would react to his message. Did she receive many over the year? Listening to the other men at the guard he got the impression many adored her, but did they go so far as to tell her? Despite his trust, his love, his dreams he felt his thoughts return to the woman he had bought as his slave, as his gift, as his messenger. Hopefully she would like it at the palace!
The sun rose and set. He dressed, ate, went on his shift protecting Her and the Temple without seeing the High Priestess once that day. The small house felt deserted and empty. Awid had left by the time he returned. The trusted man servant had blatantly refused to wait until Ta'lonn could pay him again. Supper was frugal and simple as always, he ate the entire flat cake but it tasted like straw.
Suddenly he heard the rhythmical beating of feet on the street. A detachment of guards stopped at his house, somebody knocked at the door then entered without waiting for an answer. The woman was tall and muscular. The white of her eyes were a strong contrast to her ebony skin. Only as she smiled did he recognize her. Suhaila was the head mistress of Princess Amitras servants.
„Greetings Master of Magic Ta'lonn!“ She took in the small room, the ladder leading to the space above and the door to the adjacent chamber, her gaze flitted over the table, the tall man sitting there, the fireplace and the chest. „May the Gods bless you Master!“
„Greetings Suhaila, Mistress of Servant! May the Gods bless you!“
Before he could say more she slipped out and gave a command to the guards. Next Avalina entered, behind her the door closed was closed and the detachment left. The rhythmical sound of feet echoes in the street and faded. Avalina wore the silken tunic and the jewelry cuffs. She dashed towards the table, sank onto her knees in front of him. He tried to read her face in the flickering light of the candle. Lips were parted, eyes wide, she glanced up to him then lowered her gaze. The words rushed out as if she had practiced them a thousand times only to find it did not prepare her for the moment.
„Greetings Master Ta'lonn! I am back!“
They searched each others face. The relieved and happy smile on Ta'lonns face was contagious. Soon she beamed back.
„Avalina how are you? Did it go well?“
„She is very sweet, Master! It did go so well!“ An impatient gesture made her provide more details. He hung at her lips, drinking every word from them.
„The guards and servants found the magical letter and put me into chains, cuffing my wrists behind my back. She read the letter herself. I had to kneel at her feet and she played with my hair. Even after the other gifts had been presented I was still there!“
Cuffed hands rested in her lap but she leaned forward, her voice lowered to a whisper. Still the quivering gave away her excitement.
„She took me to her private chambers and made me repeat your message, then she re-read your letter. I was dismissed and lead to the female servants quarters and given a bed. She summoned me today to talk to me again. She gave me a message to you.“
She was near breathless now.
„This is what she told me to ask, Master:
Would you wrap me in the bonds of your love, Ta'lonn?
Would you make my knees weak with desire for you, Ta'lonn?
Would you make my body ache for you, Ta'lonn?“

The questions rendered him speechless. He wanted Princess Amitra so much now. He wanted to show her, prove it all.
„I ...“
Avalina backed away just a bit, reluctantly perhaps, he could see the desire in her glowing face.
„Master, Princess Amitra asked me to listen attentively to your answer and bring it back immediately!“
It changed that intense, magic mood. He laughed, and not touching his former slave he whispered, his lips close to hers.
„Please tell adored Princess Amitra: The answer is three times: I would, Princess.“
So much more could be said, in fact the urge to explain, to seal the quivering lips of his messenger with a passionate, hungry kiss was overpowering.
„Assure her: I would!!!“
Avalina squirmed and looked into his eyes, caught in the moment, before she got up and made for the door. She looked back over her shoulder.
„Good night Master Ta'lonn!“ And then she was gone.

 

4. The Dance

So Avalina had spoken to the woman he loved, to Princess Amitra. Suhaila and the detachment of royal guards more than proved it. Suhaila was well known as the trusted head mistress of all of the Princesses servants and slaves. She was a strong personality and accepted orders from none but her King and her Mistress the Princess.
Most of the guards groaned under the heat, it was hot and the breeze from the sea next to unnoticeable but he floated in a state of bliss. It had gone much better than he had expected, in fact it was like a dream. His choice had been right, and the woman he adored since childhood had accepted his gift. Here it should end, he thought. Life would continue, would it not? A single smile when next they met would be the reward, and more than enough.
Why then was he so happy and restless at the same time? That day a fire demon manifested in the heat, terrifying the city guards. He forced the powerful creature back into its home realm with a single spell. Even though everybody considered it the highlight of a day too hot to lift a sword or say a word his mind was far far away.
It was very apt for an unreal day like this one that a messenger delivered the order to march to the Great Temple. The Great Temple site was located on a rocky formation outside of the main city. Fortunately a tunnel covered most of the way – it was meant to provide reinforcement and allow for surprising appearances. Sandaled feet beat the ground underneath until they lined up in the temple court. Comrades grinned and thumped him. Somebody higher up had heard about the demon. They might get a day off or a feast.
Then she appeared. Princess Amitra wore a white tunic that blinded the eyes and a golden mask. Her voice sounded fresh, vibrant and unaffected by the heat despite the headdress.
„Greetings Guard of the Sun Temple!“
„Greetings High Priestess Amitra, Daughter of the Sun!“
Silence fell when she let her intense gaze roam over the entire guard unit, from the lowest man to the warlock and the officer leading the group. Under her scrutiny they forgot the sun. They could but meet her gaze, caught, challenged. He felt it touch him, his eyes tried to see through the golden mask but all he could feel were these intense dark eyes. A ripple of relief went through the ten men when she started to smile. How did they know? It was hard to see her mouth, but they felt it, they were sure she was very pleased. She waved the leader of the group to her and shook his hand.
„Well done group! The King and I want to express their gratitude for your passionate and loyal service!“

They did not get a day of or any other prize but all of them felt rewarded, even the most cynical amongst them. It was easy for her to find out names. She had to know it was him who had sent Avalina to her. It was past midnight, the heat inside the walls became bearable through the fresh wind. He wore nothing but a loincloth, and even though he was exhausted and tired enough to sleep he was beyond that point where you could easily drift into the dream realm. Those who could afford to stay up late did so, enjoying the breeze, walking through the streets, sitting outside and celebrating life.

Soon he drifted into a state between waking and dreaming. They both kept walking this realm. It was good they liked each other. Did they? It seemed like it. His thoughts kept running in circles. This was why he did not hear the guards until Suhaila appeared in the house. Behind her impressive frame there was a smaller woman, about the build of Avalina. He could only get a brief glimpse onto her before Suhaila eyed him with obvious interest.
„Greetings Master of Magic Ta'lonn! You have a guest. She will not speak!“ She opened the door to his bedroom, glanced in, then extinguished the small half burnt down candle on the table. The head mistress exchanged a look with the woman and slipped past her without touching her. Outside the footfalls of Suhaila and the guards died away. He had risen to greet the woman who served the One he adored in his dreams so inextricably. The woman glanced behind her, and seeing the door was closed she removed the veil, slipped out of her tunic and sank gracefully into a kneeling position directly in front of him almost touching. The silvery moon light outside created a twilight inside that made her nude body look soft and fragile. Slender fingers touched a neglace, then her gaze rose to him.
Didn't she look like Avalina? It was hard to tell in the gloomy light. The woman wore no slave cuff jewelry. She did not speak just as Suhaila had announced. Princess Amitra had talked to him today. Who was she woman? A sudden shyness made him freeze in his tracks. Still he could not take his eyes of the beauty. Who was she?
„Who are you?!“ It was not more than a whisper. There was no answer unless her thrusting out her breasts and parting her lips was one. Desire made his voice hoarse. He wanted this woman. His tongue licked over his lips, and she mirrored the movement, slowly, languidly.
„Come to me!“
The woman rose in a fluid movement, her naked breasts brushed against his chest, then she stood an inch away not touching him. Yes, he wanted her, badly. Arms flew around her, he lifted her off the ground and molded her lithe form against his muscular body. She kissed his shoulders, eager little kisses and mewled, her arms went around his neck and she clung to him. Something tickled his chest, her hair or the necklace, he could not see it.
His lips sought hers, kissing her was natural and all he wanted whilst he held her. It took a few moments, a few passionate kisses till she returned them feverishly. Her body trembled in his embrace.
„I promised!“
She moaned and squirmed in his embrace but made no attempt to break free.
He nudged the door to the bed room open with broad shoulders and carried her to his bed. Nothing had ever felt better than her body next to his. Nothing. Ever. He growled, leant down to drape her onto the bed. She moved her hands above her head invitingly.
This woman was such a tease! Her eyes fluttered close, but only for a very short moment. The air felt charged, and when she looked at him she could see the dark blue lights around his hands. The shackles came from nowhere, they launched themselves at her wrists and ankles, chains followed, linking themselves to the corners of the bed and pulling at arms and legs until she lay spread eagled.
„I promised!“ he whispered. Arms and legs, the entire body of his nightly guest tensed as she pulled at the steel restraints, then she fell back moaning. He slid onto the bed at her side, the loin cloth with its obvious bulge brushed against her right hip. Her gaze followed his every movement. Fingertips took there time to explore her face. When they reached her lips she eagerly kissed them. They continued their path moistened, over chin and neck and down to her chest. The air crackled and he felt the stinging in his fingertips when he touched the necklace. It was a golden chain holding a large pearl. The small orb was magical and easily resisted his divination attempt.
„You have a beautiful and mysterious pearl, Princess! Let me see whether the other pearls resist my touch as much as this one!“
Are you Princess Amitra? He asked silently as his hand slid over her breasts. She arched up into the touch unless she felt the tingling. Small blue sparks crackled in the air surrounding his hand. He caressed both breasts, her cleavage, her belly, her sides. The moans turned into a yelp and then giggles and squirms as he tickled her sides. His fingertips returned to her breasts, pinched the nipples and rolled them, and all the time the sparks danced around them, now focused, entering her body through her nipples. Soon her body rolled in his bed, restrained and helplessly given to the magic. The crackling became louder as he funneled more energy through his fingertips and into her breasts. She moaned restlessly and writhed on the bed. Her nipples had become hard sensitive nubs that begged for his attention. His hand hovered above her body, fingers formed to a cone that was enveloped in an orb of blue flames.
„Touch your breasts to it!“ He was in control and he loved it. She was delicious and taking her now would be easy, but making her long for it, tormenting and teasing her was unexpectedly arousing. She trembled but her back arched, the movement came to a halt almost before she touched the quivering mound to his fingertips – and then the magic discharged into her breast. It had to hurt, it was combat magic, and she cried out, then moaned, eyes wide staring at him.
„Again!“
He could not miss the whimpers. She panted as she thrust her breasts upwards until the next crackling flow of magical energy shot into her breast. He licked the throbbing nipple, cooled it, suckled at it and she lost herself in the sensation, mewling and squirming, offering her breasts.
„Again!“ She pressed into the painful caress of his fingertips, whimpered, lay with heaving breasts as the heat licking at her nipples drove her crazy.
„Again!“ With each command she obeyed faster and more eagerly. His hand, engulfed in flames started to wander, keep her wanting for the next time it returned to her breasts. He beamed at her, wickedly, as the crackling glove came closer to her parted thighs. She could feel her glowing belly and tickled it, she shook her head no, black hair flying.
„I will!“
Again hair flew, she mewled, eyes wide, begging, head lifted to watch what she could not prevent or avoid. Her body trembled violently, but his hand slid down to her mound and cupped it. Not a single spark flew. Her trimmed pelt was slick with her lust. Her body tensed in anticipation as he caressed her. Fingers parted her folds, the sound ripped from deeply inside of her chest was an animalic begging for mercy, or for more, he could not tell. A single finger sank into the tight hot embrace of her depth whilst his thumb brushed over her third pearl.
„I promised!“
His finger curled inside, pressing against the thumb inside. She cried out aloud as the magic flow between his fingers made her bathe his hand whilst tremor after tremor rolled through her lithe helpless form. He feasted on her breasts, licking, nibbling and suckling them whilst she gripped his finger as if to keep it inside her depth. The waves subsided as the rush of magic came down to a low trickling keeping her very aware of the control he held over her body. He ripped away the loin cloth impatiently, and she gasped. Did she want this? He wanted her. A deep satisfied if hungry growl came from deeply within as he felt her trying to part her thighs wider. She could not move much, the shackles kept her restrained, but she tried, her moans became louder.
He rubbed the head of his member over the slick folds and she panted, trembling underneath the onslaught of his teasing caresses. His strong, naked body loomed above her. She arched up, trying to take more, but he withdrew, left her empty, aroused, hungry and wanting. Hips rolled in frustration, now she tried to close her thighs, to sate that need somehow. Again he pressed against her, parting her folds, she offered herself shamelessly, and again he broke the contact.
When he sank with his girth into her heated source she shuddered with pleasure, her head rolled back and she moaned out her lust. He probed, took more of her with each thrust, mesmerized by her eagerness, even as she clamped around him when he stroked her deeply, offering more, more, and more yet, hips meeting his thrusts, forcing herself onto his impaling member. Their moans, pants and grunts mingled, he plunged into her, he stroked her, their bodies met in passionately, glistening skin to glistening skin contact. It had to hurt to be taken so deeply, but she was lost in the frenzied love making, and the way she clutched him, convulsed around him in pain and pleasure drove him on and on. Only after he flooded her womb with his seed, a powerful discharge, he collapsed on her, forcing a last moan out of her body. The magic that had kept the chains and shackles alive faded away with him pinning her body. She put her arms around his neck, kissing him with little delighted mewls. Ta'lonn rolled to his side, strong hands roamed her back, her side, her shoulders whilst he returned the kisses, sated, exhausted and simply blessed.

 

5. The Gift

When he awoke he knew she was gone. The sensual, heated body molded to his was missing. He ran fingertips over the sheets. With the scent the memories of last night returned and he moaned out aloud. She had unleashed a passionate storm. It had been in him all the time, he mused. Along with the magic, along with everything else that had been hidden inside.
He did not allow himself to think about the question who he held in his arms. Which answer would he prefer? Even this he did not know anymore. He washed himself, ate, dressed and marched to the smaller Sun Temple in the first circle, high above the walled city. The sun caressed his face, as did a light breeze. He felt good, resting in himself. Life and magic pulsed through his body. Life was wonderful!
Awid would take care of the house today, despite him being broke. And broke he would stay for a couple of weeks. Fortunately he could eat at the temple barracks. All luxury was gone for a while but he did not regret it. Over and over his mind returned to the passionate love making. Another fire demon appeared at noon, but the group, self confident and knowing he was there to back them struck him down, the group leader wielded a blessed weapon and the magical creature had nothing to counter the focused onslaught of the small group. It was a hot summer, and the Island had attract this astral spawn ever since he could remember. Attacks could create dangerous burns that only healed when treated magically, or kill. Once the creatures ran rampant through the city nobody was safe. Somehow he was even happy to be distracted. He longed to return home and relive the night. His comrades had come to respect the tall and mostly introvert warlock. Ta'lonn received many a good natured teasing that day – it seemed he was in another realm all together.
An entire month went by and memories became a precious gem. Even the summer heat cooled down slightly. If the warlock had thought that life had to change, that something big had to happen after his gesture, after this night, the Gods and destiny had proven him wrong. Princess Amitra showed once to celebrate the summer in a long elaborate ceremony, but even though he was close to the rumor mill of the palace and the temples no gossip about the new servant reached him.
At the end of a moon he had his next free day. He chuckled as he glanced at the hand full of copper coins in his hand. Most of his monthly pay had gone to Awid, which has brought tears to the eyes of his trusted servant. He had been here the entire time, without a single copper, the most he got had been a shared soup in the evening.
He had gone shopping in the morning on the fourth level, the bag was heavy and he looked forward to a few things he had really missed. The meals at the barracks were not bad, the Sun Temple Guards were an elite unit, and the soldiers mostly recruited from better families, but he still longed for meat, fish and sweet treats that were rarely to be had at the barracks. It was two hours past sunrise when he returned to his house. Suhaila stepped back when he entered and Avalina sank into a kneeling position, eyes lowered. He stopped, eyes widened. Ta'lonns heart started to beat furiously. The head mistress smiled.
„Greetings Master of Magic Ta'lonn! The Gods with you!“
„Greetings Suhaila! And with you and Avalina!“
This time he recovered from the surprise a lot faster. He closed the door, his gaze sought Avalinas but she kept looking at his feet. In his memories she had been beautiful, but now she was stunningly gorgeous. Suhaila gently ruffled Avalinas hair, then bowed her head and offered a scroll to him.
„With Princess Amitra's best wishes, Master!“
The scroll was written in the language used to write down spells, incantations and protection formulas, but also to exchange messages amongst those adapt at the arcane mysteries.

„To be kept forever in love“

Indeed he spotted a bag on the table. Avalinas clothes, probably. She wore the slave cuff jewelry but even his intense gaze could not make her look up. Shoulders were tense, and her jaw set. Ta'lonn bowed deeply. „Suhaila, would you please return my message to Princess Amitra? It is my pleasure and delight to comply. I will. I promise!“
The strong muscular black woman stood in front of him proudly, unashamed in the way she looked him over as if to memorize every detail. And perhaps this was what she was doing Ta'lonn thought. To tell the Princess.
„The Gods with the two of you!“
There was a twinkle of something in her eyes, amusement, desire, happiness, it could be so much. And then she was gone and he was alone with Avalina. The moment he stepped closer she slid over the floor to lay stretched out, arms wrapped around his ankles as much as she could with the cuffs. She kissed his feet frantically; her voice was next to inaudible.
„Greetings Master! I am sorry, Master!“
Ta'lonn did not move. The words came out in a low, gentle furry growl.
„Did you delivery my message, Avalina?“
She pressed her forehead to his feet, fingers curled around his ankles. He could see how she trembled. „Yes, Master“
„Did you please Princess Amitra and follow her and Suhailas instructions?“
The trembling stilled, he had her full attention now. „Yes Master!“
„So you pleased me, Avalina, and did not make any mistake!“
The question struck him. He would ask it now or never.
„Who was the woman who visited me that night, Avalina?“
She stiffled a moan. Her body, pressed to the floor squirmed, but she mustered an answer eventually. „I must not tell, Master Ta'lonn!“
He laughed, a warm laughter from deeply within. So he might never know. It fell off of him, it did not matter any more.
„Stand up Avalina. Show yourself to me! Nude.“ She hastened to get up, struggled with the tunic, he removed one cuff until she stood in front of him naked, then put it in place again. His left grabbed the bonds, lifted her wrists above her head until she almost stood tip toe. Her lips parted, she mewled softly, but something had changed, part of her shyness had gone. Her cheeks glowed as she whispered. „I am shaven as is appropriate for a slave, Master!“ His fingertips traced eyes, nose, lips and chin, then downwards, claiming her body by touching it. By the time he reached her breasts her nipples were taught and she held her breath as he circled a nub.
„Very good Avalina!“
One step forward, forcing her to go one back. And another. She did not resist but mewled as she found herself pinned against the wall, naked back against the roughness of stone. When he forced her legs apart with his knee, she rubbed herself against the thigh moaning.
„I will mark you as my slave, Avalina!“
She squirmed and forced her breasts into his exploring hand, her mound to his thigh. The heated moisture soaked his tunic and made it cling to Ta'lonns skin. Avalina panted, her gaze locked to the hand that cupped and caressed, teasing the nub to perfect hardness.
„Master Ta'lonn, will you teach me to be your slave, please?“
„It will hurt, Avalina.“ Storm gray eyes held her gaze as the sparks started to dance around his hand. Hers widened, she whimpered as sparks turned into bluish flames that engulfed her left breast and his hand.
„Don't move.“ Even her breath seemed to still, but then she cried out. The magic crackled, he removed his hand from her mound and kissed her, drinking moans and tears from her face. When she looked down in wonder, finally, she could see it: The blue seal showed the waves and the three dolphins, the sign of Atlantis, and the magical runes reading his name, all in circles around her left nipple, covering her breast.
„Mine!“
His arm went around the woman who was his now, molding her to his chest, burning breast and trembling naked body.
„I will send word to your family, Avalina. That you found your new home as my slave on the Island, and that there is not enough gold in Grecia to buy the slave I have been given as the most precious gift I ever received, mine!“