The Enchantress: Taught The Art Of Wooing...

The Enchantress: Taught the Art of Wooing...

In the relative silence of the edges of the rural it’s easy to forget that behind that peace lies depravity of nature. Not the nature of predators and prey, plant life and insect life, but the nature of humanity. Inside the guarded, impenetrable (and inescapable) homes of the marquises, where lordships and nobles abuse their power…

The hero stands in the middle of a carpeted bedroom. A bed large enough for three, a chandelier, quaint pictures that hardly cover enough of the wide walls, and decorated frames around the oak doors… He’s uncomfortable in such a domestic environment.

He’s also uncomfortable tied up as he is. The enchantress circles the scowling hero. The poor boy believes he is ready for whatever she’s preparing…

With a snap of her fingers the doors lock. The windows drape.

And the ropes around the hero vanish. He stares bewildered… The enchantress stands, fully clothed. So is the hero. This is new.

Enchantress: There is no way to escape… No walls will break, no glass will shatter, no wood will burn…

She opens a drawer as the hero watches, apprehensively. It’s a strap on… Written on its rubber girth are the words “no escape.” The hero frowns at her crass sense of humor… But knows it’s a promise…

Enchantress: Hero… For every minute I remain clothed… For every minute I am untouched, body and soul, this will grow larger and larger… and I will be more and more tempted to use it…

As though to demonstrate, it grows by a few millimeters… The hero’s eyes widen and the enchantress grins…

The hero nervously makes his way to the enchantress…

Hero: Urm… You want me to…?

He reaches out to grasp her gown… to undress her. She rejects his offer, pushing him away.

Enchantress: You dare presume? I remain unimpressed, hero. At the very least I hope you know to undress before I do, hero.

She crosses her arms. The hero groans.

Hero: Okay… Um… Shall I… Take off my clothes, then?

Enchantress: Do not ask me, hero…

The hero reaches down and, watching the enchantress’s expression the entire time, begins to disrobe…

First he removes his belt… He lets his pants drop… He takes off all of his shirts and light armors… He slips off his underwear…

But with a pop, he is suddenly clothed again.

Enchantress: Too awkward. Too clumsy. More charm. Smoother. Hmph!

The hero understands… She wants him to seduce her… But even if he knows what she wants, he’s helpless…

He’s never done this before. Not for the enchantress, anyway…

With the princess the pining has mostly been mutual…

The hero looks at the rubber cock… It grows slightly. He calms his frantic mind…

If she wants to be seduced he will do it right…

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The enchantress admires the decor. Candles… a faint smell of pleasant herbs… the hero has made the most of his limited resources, and vast amount of experience with her…

He places himself in front of her, shelving his nervousness as much as he can… She appreciates the effort, but will be merciless in her judgement… It must feel natural… His performance must be flawless, or she seek pleasure the usual way…

Hero: Enchantress… I must have you for tonight…

The enchantress stifles a giggle. Her heart legitimately leaps at the words, though.

Enchantress: If you must, darling…

The hero takes off his clothes. She shakes her head and snaps her fingers. He is clothed again.

Enchantress: Try again, hero.

The hero tries again slower. She snaps again and he’s clothed again…

Enchantress: Focus, fool. Slower. Sexier. Like you want me.

“Like you want me.” The thought rolls in his mind as he strips down… The clothes slowly rolling and sliding off of his body… His body, that he is moving around so she can get a good look at it… Making himself attractive, to earn her approval… The approval of the enchantress…

He watches her gaze, her every expression as he strips… Her eyes widening subtly. The edge of her lips raising in desire. He doesn’t even notice himself until he’s completely bare…

Enchantress: Good… Now approach me… The time is ticking, hero…

The rubber cock is a whole inch longer and a bit girthier now… The hero approaches the enchantress. He’s knocked back.

Enchantress: No.

The hero stands back up… Perhaps he needs to be more persuasive? He speaks in a low whisper, with what he hopes is a seductive growl…

Hero: My enchantress… I yearn for you… Let me be with you?

He approaches her and lowers himself on one knee. He sees that he’s making progress. Her interest rises… He reaches out for her hand and kisses it gently… He kisses upward…

Enchantress: Good, darling… Very good. But not enough…

She places her palm on his forehead and pushes him back again, but not as far as before… The hero thought for a moment. The answer came to him quite naturally.

Hero: …Of course… Forgive me, please… I should have remembered… My place…

The hero, naked and desiring, slowly gets on all fours. The enchantress looks down at him, her smile wide.

He crawls to her. He’s not trying to be cute, like a cat, or playful. It’s so natural… To get her attention… to achieve her interest that he craves so much… He must be lower than her…  He IS lower than her…

She lets him kiss her hand again.

Enchantress: Is this how you’re choosing to seduce me, hero? Same old same old?

The hero slowly rises, kissing her hand… chest… shoulder… He wraps her hands around her hips…

The enchantress leans into his grasp, his kisses doing wonders… She waits and waits for him to undress her… She’s more than ready…

Hero: … Enchantress… You own me yet again …

Enchantress: Oh~ Do I~?

Impatient, she takes him onto the bed… Him on all fours over her, her sitting down. She lies down and lets him crawl over her…

The rubber cock grows… The hero doesn’t notice…

He’s too enthralled…. in how enthralled he is making her… and this is his victory… his sweet reward… pleasing his loving mistress…

She allows his skilled fingers to slowly disrobe her… He allows her to feel him slowly slide her clothes away.

Enchantress: Not so fast, hero…

The enchantress gently pulls his head down… He kisses her slowly. She responds with enthusiasm. A playful argument with tongue and lip.

His fingers continue to disrobe her as he kisses, skillful in his dexterity. She wished to stop him, to tease him some more, add on more tasks for him to do… But his lips on her own… It did not seem worth it to stop…

…Oh, he was good…

She was touched. Body and soul.

He unlaced her… loosened the silk gowns and freed her body, her neck, shoulders, chest and lower still, baring her…

And, with the last slip of her clothing, she was nude.

The rubber cock, now quite the intimidating size, ceased its growth…

Enchantress: Hero… I give you permission… to proceed…

The hero, escape forgotten, lavished his naked, loving enchantress. He served her body, her will, oh so willingly and devoted…

The seduced enchantress grinned. In his desperation to escape the pain of the false cock, he surrendered to her and was taught the joy of serving the great enchantress.

The devilish enchantress had once again seduced and tamed the mighty hero. There was love to be made in that guarded mansion, sitting among the rurals. Much love indeed.

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I Apologize that it took so long to finish. My schooling and work took too much time and I totally forgot how to end this tale. I hope it works nonetheless.