Aldoron remembers Reichan's admonition to show some courage, so he stands up with a defiance he's not sure he feels as he gathers what spells he knows to defend himself. At that moment he senses the Mistress weaving a spell. Immediately a thought invades his mind. “She's going to try a binding spell so she can trap me, rape me, and humiliate me.” The instant this thought crosses his mind, he snaps his hands up, surprised to feel strong magic currents running through his hands.
The Mistress screams as she finds herself suspended about a foot off the floor. “How...how were you able to reverse my spell, Aldoron?”
A cold shiver runs up the Mistress' back. Aldoron looks to see Reichan standing behind her, running the very tip of the ice sword slowly up the Mistress' spine. “The pill I gave him allowed him a fragment of my powers. As for the sword spell...I taught you that, love. You should have known I had the ability to control it.” With that, Reichan turns to Aldoron. “And now...mayhaps we can enjoy our new prisoner a bit?” With that, Reichan delicately slides the blade into the Mistress' robe and with one deft move cuts the Mistress' garments completely off, leaving only a small ice burn scar across her chest.
Aldoron's manhood twitches in anticipation and need, and the magic he feels coursing and growing inside him is violently intoxicating. And with Reichan there to help and teach him, Aldoron cannot help but feel this is his chance both for power and revenge. |