Amara and Rath's Tale
This story is rated for Readers Over 16 for sexual situations and violence
The demon mage used a simple sleeping spell on the female and the three demons that followed her. He had his demon servants carry the sleeping demons to the lower cellars, where they were laid on the cold floor in a neat row and then locked inside. He would deal with them later. First, he wanted to check out the female. It was obvious that they were following her lead. Why would three powerful demons be following a human female? He had never heard of such a thing before.
He picked her up gently and placed her on his bed. He had no designs on the female - but he had no guest rooms since he never had any guests -- so his bed was the only one in the tower. Like most mages, his was a solitary life -- hated by most and feared by all. He knew of only one mage who had once lived in the world, throwing grand parties and demanding tribute for the Green Tower of Balgor.
Yet this female had shown no fear at all. Never before had a female approached him so openly. Occasionally a female would come to beg a potion or a spell, but they were full of fear and never made eye contact. This one had looked at him directly and had not flinched.
This greatly intrigued the mage, especially a pretty female like she was. Like all demon mages, his life was dedicated to his arts -- he did not choose his life; his power choose it for him. He had never known a woman in the carnal sense -- even as a young man he was feared and outcast, coming to this place when he was only 14 to build his tower. His entire life had been spent within the circular walls of this tower. He saw life from a distance or through the magic of his crystals. He had never experienced life firsthand and now it had come knocking on his door.
Rioso sat down on the bed beside the young human -- she was very pretty -- almost beautiful. He picked up a lock of her long auburn hair, running it through his fingers. He sat there staring at her, not realizing how much time had passed. He came out of his reverie to glance out the window, very startled to see that it was dark outside. How long had he sat here? He only needed to go to the window and look at the position of the moon to find out the time, but he could not make himself stand up. Instead the mage took Amara's hand, holding it, stroking it and again lost time.
Maybe it was because it was her intent to bind the mage or perhaps it was just a protective reflex, but even unconscious, Amara's power began to work on the mage. He could not leave her side. Daybreak found him still sitting on the bed stroking her hand or touching her hair. Finally he got bolder and unfastened her bodice, revealing her breasts.
With a moan, Rioso reached for one breast, examining it, feeling its soft give under his fingers. His thumb brushed a rosy nipple and felt it harden under his touch. Without thinking, he bent to kiss it, taking the peak into his mouth, and began to suckle. For hours he sucked and kissed and stroked, first one breast, then the other.
It was not until midmorning when he came out of his reverie, looking around, again dismayed at the passage of time, but he still could not force himself to leave the girl's side. He opened her dress further, revealing more and more, and touching and kissing each bit of flesh that he uncovered. Finally she was completely undressed. The mage gave a gasp when he uncovered her most private part and tentatively touched the reddish curls between her legs. He had never touched a woman there before! He stroked her soft hair for many minutes, and then bent to kiss her, a chaste kiss since he knew nothing about dipping his tongue inside to find hidden treasures. It was enough just to look at her and to kiss her gently.
Sometime during the afternoon, he laid down next to her, holding her sleeping form tightly to himself. He was still in his long black robe; it had never occurred to him to uncover himself as he had uncovered her. But he felt a strange heat in his loins that he had never felt before as he held her.
For the rest of the day and into the night, Rioso held her, stroking her hair, kissing her breasts and pressing against her body with his own. He was completely under her spell and he didn't even realize it.
While Rioso was going deeper and deeper under Amara's spell, his spell on the three demons was wearing off. Rath awoke first, sitting up dizzily. He shook Kala and Zarra awake and Zarra hurled himself at the door, tearing it completely off its hinges with a loud crash. Rath groaned at the noise. So much for a surprise attack! Now the mage would be ready for them!
Slowly they walked up the stairs, going through a trap door in the ceiling, which brought them out to the main level -- the one they had had started from over a day ago. Cautiously they went up the stairs, finding the living area, then the dining room, and finally the library empty. Rath led the way up to the bedroom -- where the mage had been when he attacked them the last time. He slowly peered into the room and stopped dead in his tracks, not believing his eyes. Then he snarled and charged into the room, following by Zarra and Kala.
It was a strange tabloid, and the reason for Rath's growl. A mage dressed a long black robe was lying on the bed, caressing Amara, who was completely nude and sound asleep. Rath grabbed the mage and tore him off the bed but he was wrapped around Amara and did not let go. As he went flying across the room, she went with him. Kala gave a despairing cry and grabbed his beloved mistress as she sailed by, snatching her just before she hit the wall and sat there on the floor, cradling her limp body. Zarra pulled a blanket from the bed and wrapped it around her.
Rath approached the mage growling, and took hold of his shoulders -- he was attempting to crawl back to Amara. Rath held him tightly and ordered him to wake her. The mage suddenly looked at him, his eyes focusing for the first time in hours and his face blanched until it was as white as his hair. What had happened? He shook his head violently, trying to release the mists from his mind and concentrate, but all he could think about was the beautiful girl on the floor. He physically ached to be with her.
Zarra looked at him, "He is enthralled! She did it without even being awake. Amara is becoming even more powerful!"
"Amara," the mage whispered, "Is that her name?"