"And now," I say, turning my attention back to the magician, "you're going to tell me everything you know about these west barbarians. Their location, their customs, their weaknesses."
The magician looks up at me from her knees, her face pale and streaked with tears. "They live beyond the mountains," she says softly. "In a fortress city surrounded by desert."
She takes a shuddering breath before continuing. "They are fierce warriors, skilled in combat and magic. They... they don't take kindly to outsiders."
I laugh dismissively. "I'll deal with them," I say, my voice full of confidence. "What else?"
The magician hesitates for a moment. "Their leader is a powerful shaman," she reveals. "He is said to have the ability to communicate with spirits and control the elements."
I nod thoughtfully, my mind already racing with plans. I stand up and pull on my clothes.
"Good girl,"
"can you teleport me to West. Where barbarians live." I ask.
The magician looks up at me, her eyes widening in surprise. "Teleport you?" she repeats, her voice barely a whisper.
She bites her lip, considering my request. "It's... it's possible," she admits. "But it requires a great deal of power. And it would drain me completely."
I step closer to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. "Then you'll just have to find the strength," I say coldly. "I want to be there before nightfall."
The magician swallows hard, her resolve weakening under my intense gaze. She knows that refusing me is not an option.
"Very well," she agrees, her voice trembling slightly. "But I will need time to prepare the ritual."
I release her chin and step back, crossing my arms over my chest. "You have one hour," I command. "And if you try anything funny, I'll make sure your death is slow and painful."
" But you mentioned that no man is alive. Now you are telling me that leader of the barbarians a manand still alive?" I ask.
The magician flinches at my sharp tone. "He... he was infected," she explains quickly. "Like my husband. The disease didn't kill him, but it left him sterile."
She looks down at the floor, avoiding my gaze. "The west barbarians believe he is a gift from their gods. A symbol of their people's resilience."
I scoff, unimpressed by their superstitions. "So he's just a eunuch playing at being a leader?" I ask, my voice dripping with contempt.
The magician nods hesitantly. "Yes. But he is still powerful in his own way. His magic is strong, and the barbarians follow him without question."
I consider this information, a plan forming in my mind. If this shaman is the only man left alive, then taking him out would leave the barbarians vulnerable.
"And what about other men?" I press. "Surely there were others who survived like him?"
The magician cries out as I bend her over the dresser, forcing her to watch her reflection in the mirror as i enter her. Her hands scrabble against the wood, trying to find purchase.
"Yes!" she screams, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I pull her hair sharply, tilting her head back as I slam into her. The magician's eyes roll back in her head, her body shaking with each powerful thrust.
"Look at yourself," I command, my voice low and dominant. "Watch as I claim you. Watch as I make you mine."
She obeys, her gaze fixed on their reflection in the mirror. Her face is flushed, her eyes wide with a feverish intensity. The marks on her body are stark against her pale skin.
I increase my pace, driving into her with a relentless fury. The magician's screams fill the room, echoing off the walls.
I squeeze her breasts roughly, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. At the same time, I sink my teeth into the meat of her backside, marking her again.
"Yes!" the magician cries out, her voice raw with ecstasy. "Bite me! Mark me! Make me yours!"
Her body convulses around me, her orgasm building rapidly. I continue to pound into her mercilessly, my hips moving like a machine.
The magician's reflection in the mirror is a sight to behold - her face contorted in pleasure, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, your teeth sunk deep into her ass.
With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself inside her and release my load. The magician screams as she comes undone, her body going limp in my grasp.
"Don't you feel shame getting fucked by the murderer of your husband?" I ask while throwing her over her husband's dead body.
"Look at him. I am fucking you so much. But he couldn't do anything."
The magician lands with a thud on top of her husband's corpse, the impact knocking the wind out of her. She stares down at his lifeless face, a strange mix of emotions flickering across her own.
"No," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "No shame."
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with a feverish lust. "He was weak," she says, her voice gaining strength. "He couldn't protect me. Couldn't satisfy me."
I position myself between her legs and thrust into her again, making her gasp. The magician wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Yes," she moans, looking from my face to her husband's dead eyes. "You're stronger. You're better."
Her hips move in rhythm with mine, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. "Fuck me on his body," she begs. "Show him what he missed out on."
"Yeah. Someone told the right thing. There is no love in this world. Only power and pleasure. If there is option then the strongest will get it." I said while sucking her nipples and pounding her pussy.
The magician arches her back, pressing her breasts against my mouth as I suckle her nipples. "Yes," she agrees, her voice breathless with pleasure. "Power and pleasure... that's all that matters."
Her husband's body lies beneath them, a silent witness to their depraved union. The magician seems to draw strength from the sight, her hips bucking against mine with renewed vigor.
"Fuck me harder," she demands, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Make me forget him completely. Make me only remember you."
I comply, increasing my pace until the bed frame creaks ominously. The magician screams in ecstasy, her body convulsing around my cock.
"Yes! Fill me up!" she cries out. "Mark me as yours!"
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, I release my seed deep inside her. The magician collapses back onto her husband's corpse, panting heavily.