“Relax, Lemma,” said
Hragulf. “It’s too late. This is the last thing you have to do before I
let you cum… and you know how much you need to cum…”

I groaned. I needed it so bad, and
letting myself go into the swirling lights would solve everything. They were so
pretty, so easy to just let my eyes rest, let the patterns flow into my
brain…

“I’ll have to let you cum to
use you how I’m planning,” he continued. “Fun as screwing with you
like this is, I need your brain, not your body, so I’m going to have to get
your brain working again. Just give in, let me turn you into what I need, and
I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.”

Yes, that was what I needed, all
that mattered, I could just sink into the patterns. They were all around me, in
me, filling that yawning chasm of need with their light and the promise that
soon it would be relieved, I would get the relief I needed.

“It’ll be simple enough,”
he said. “It’s why I had you stop sending the books you found back to the
library, and bring them here instead.”

What? No, that wasn’t… wasn’t
right, was it? I couldn’t think, my head was full of swirling light and my body
aching wet need… but I kept the Rite of Uncreation because it scared
and fascinated me, and then I didn’t send back the books I found after it
because… because… because…

“That’s right,” he said,
breaking into my looping, swirling, dissolving thoughts. “You brought them
here for me. You’re going to teach me all the magic you know, all the magic in
those books. I’ll be the most powerful sorceror in the Tin Islands… maybe the
world!”

No, I couldn’t do that… I had to
stop looking into the light, stop following it… and never be able to cum. Oh
gods, I needed to cum… I moaned, and just like that, it was over. I couldn’t
fight this. No–I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to cum.

I let go. Light filled my thoughts.
The room grew distant, even the howling emptiness of my wet, needy cunt faded
to a dull roar. There was nothing but swirling light and his voice.

“That’s it, sink away little
Lemma, deeper and deeper. When you wake up, you’ll be my teacher-slave. You
won’t have any purpose except to serve me, to teach me, to make me better at
magic. In fact, just to be sure, I’m going to make sure you can’t use it
yourself.”

Another voice sliced in. “Fuck,
seriously?” asked Brea. “Shit, and you were doing so well, too. But
I’m afraid I just can’t allow that.”

And then she tore Hragulf in half.

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Hragulf smiled. “Excellent job,
Mira. Cum now.”

Mira gasped, froze, shuddered, and
then moaned. It gradually rose into a cry, “Ooooohhhhh Maassssteeeeeeeerrrrr!"She
calmed down to merely vibrating after a bit, and curtseyed, which is a neat
trick when you’re buck naked. "Thank you, Master,” she said.

“Leave us,” Hragulf said.
“Lemma, kneel next to Brea.”

In my state of mind, I hadn’t
noticed her, hadn’t noticed much of anything really, but now my gaze fell on
her. She was on her knees on the floor, nude, her big blue eyes staring up at
Hragulf worshipfully. I eagerly complied with Hragulf’s order, since maybe he’d
let me cum if I did.

And sure enough, once I was down
there he pulled out his cock. I moaned nad squirmed, waiting for him to tell me
to lie back, or get on all fours, or whatever other position he wanted–

“Suck,” he ordered me and
Brea. 

Brea obeyed instantly, scrambling
forward to wrap her lips around his cock, but I vibrated on the spot, staring
at him. “But–”

“If you ever want my permission
to cum,” he told me, “you’ll do as you’re told.”

I wasn’t under his control. I could
resist. I could refuse. But… there really wasn’t any question. I needed to
cum.

I slid up next to Brea and leaned
in. She had his dick pretty well taken care of, so I started licking and
sucking on his balls. When Brea pulled back a little to work his tip, I tilted
my head back to lick the underside of the shaft. 

Somewhere in there, Brea’s mouth met
mine, our lips and tongues tangling with each other over and around his hard
cock.

“Stop,” he ordered, and I
froze, quivering.

“Please…” I managed to
whine.

Hragulf smirked down at me, then lay
down on the carpet, stretching out on his back, his cock sticking up.

I waited for an order, but it didn’t
come. He just lay there, propped up on his forearms, watching me expectantly.

“Nnnnnggg…!” Something
in me seemed to snap as yet another 10-minute mark passed. Before I knew it, I
was straddling him, lowering myself onto his cock, his incredible, glorious
cock, filling me, filling the screaming squirming dripping emptiness inside
me…

I bounced eagerly on his cock,
desperate to cum, my sex-frazzled brain unable to hold onto the idea that I
couldn’t. I thought Mira had stirred me up earlier, but that was nothing
compared to this–a cock pounding my hungry pussy, driving me wild. I thrashed
on top of him, my torso snapping like a whip, hair flying as I screamed and
pleaded and urged him to fuck me harder, harder, harder!

Hragulf grunted and came, filling me
with his cum, and still I couldn’t. I was full but still so, so empty, I
was going insane as he sat up, pushing me back off him.

I sprawled on the floor, both hands
in my pussy, writhing and moaning incoherently as he picked up the stone and
held it out. Brea’s eyes locked on it immediately as the colors began to swirl,
pulling at me.

A distraction! I could fall into the
colors, forget about how horny I was, how badly I needed to fuck and cum… but
there was a reason I shouldn’t, a reason I should fight it…

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While Iason packed up, I went back
to the room I was staying in with Brea. I flopped on the bed and tried to
think. Was there some way I could control this? A spell, a glamour maybe? I
rubbed absentmindedly at my hard nipples, budding up through the cloth of my
tunic. I knew all about spells to increase attraction and desire, maybe I could
reverse that, to dampen it..?

Fuck, I couldn’t think. My poor
pussy was screaming for attention. I knew I couldn’t cum, but maybe I could
just take the edge off a little..? That made sense, right?

I managed to get my pants half off
before I couldn’t take it any more, and stuck my fingers into my dripping
pussy. I went straight for my clit–I was too turned on to need any prep, too
turned on to have the patience for any. I just needed to rub, stroke,
pinch, whatever it took to make this squirming agonizing pleasurable emptiness
go away for a moment…

But it didn’t. It just got worse,
better, more intense, whatever you want to call it. Higher and higher, more and
more, while my breathing accelerated, my fingers flying inside me. I could feel
that edge approaching, winding up tighter and tighter until I could finally
burst…

But I couldn’t. I could go right up
to the edge, but then I stayed there, trapped, gasping, panting and pleading…

Hragulf and Mira found me writhing
on the bed, practically sobbing as I begged to cum.

“Look at the little slut,”
laughed Mira. “She’s a mess!”

“Yes she is,” said
Hragulf. “Get in there and help her.”

The bed shifted, and a naked Mira
joined me. She dove in with apparent enthusiasm–she didn’t like me, of course,
but clearly Hragulf had made sure she liked doing as she was told enough to
make up the difference–her fingers, lips, and tongue joining in my
torment. 

“Bring her to my study when she’s
ready,” Hragulf said, and walked out.

“You can end this,” said
Mira. “All you have to do is kneel before Master and ask, and he’ll tell
you what you need to do in order to cum.”

I moaned. I wanted that desperately,
but… I could resist! I had to resist!

And resist I did. For all of maybe
a minute and a half before I broke. “Please!” I gasped. “I’ll do
it, I’ll do anything, I need it, I need it, please take me to him!” I
sobbed.

I mean, not actually broke. This was
a clever ruse, obviously. I totally wasn’t too horny to think straight and
desperate enough to give anything in order to be fucked until I screamed.
You’re thinking of the other Lemma, clearly.

Soon after–but long enough that my
horniness went up another notch, from “unbearable” to
“ohgodohgodohgod”–Mira led me by the hand into the study. She had to
hold both my hands, otherwise I would plunge them into my pussy and collapse to
the floor while I frigged myself. We’d learned that the hard way.

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Oh gods, I had my fill of games with
the Faerie Queen. “What kind of game?”

“Oh, one we’ll both enjoy. You
already know the rules, I put them in there.”

I ignored that. I could
ignore that–I could resist again! I could choose not to think about the rules,
even if he suggested it. Rules like–I cut that thought off. “You’ve been
planning this.”

“Oh, from the start,” he
said. “Like I said, once you told me about this place, I knew I was going
to have to take it over. So I made sure you’d come back here some time after,
so we could get… reacquainted.”

“Why?” I asked. “You
made it pretty clear that you don’t think I’m that attractive, despite my
obvious charm, grace, and natural good looks.”

“Uh-huh,” he said.
“If you like short, scrawny little things with no tits.”

“Fuck you,” I said, trying
to sound cheerful. “But why. Why did you want me back, when clearly all
you want is wealth and a harem? You’ve got that here.”

“All in due time,” he said
smugly. “After all, it’s nearly morning, and you have a game to
play.”

And I did. Like he’d said, I knew
the rules, and I could only avoid thinking about them for so long: I couldn’t
hurt him, like he’d said. I couldn’t tell Iason about the game, or Hragulf, or
that I was in any kind of danger or under any kind of control. I couldn’t leave
the castle. And…

“Oh you fucking son of a
bitch.”

Hragulf laughed. “That I
am,” he said.

The last two rules were that I
couldn’t cum without Hragulf’s permission, and beginning at dawn I would get
hornier every ten minutes.

“Now you’d better get
going,” said Hragulf. “Come back here when you’re ready to beg to be
allowed to cum.”

Snarling, but with no other real
options, I stormed out of the room. It was morning, basically, and Iason would
be up soon. Maybe I could somehow… hint to him what was going on? There had
to be some way!

I was sure I could get through to
him. We were basically old friends at this point–maybe not in time, strictly
speaking, but certainly in experience. I’d say something just slightly
off, and he’d look at me with those big brown puppy-dog eyes of his and ask
what’s wrong, and I’d dither, and then he’d take me into his arms and…

Wait, what? Has it been ten minutes
already? Fuck… I could already feel it. I was
getting warm, squirmy, tingly, antsy… I needed to hurry up.

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Hragulf grinned crookedly at me.
“Hello again, Lemma,” he said. He slid his feet off the table and
stood, taking the stone from Mira.

He actually looked pretty good, to
my surprise. He was a lot cleaner than he’d been in Mercia, and his clothes
fit. That made a big difference. I was pretty sure he’d lost a little
weight and gained some muscle, too.

“What the fuck are you
doing here?” I demanded. I wanted to call up every spell I knew and roast
him on the spot… but for some reason, I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Lemma, Lemma, Lemma,” he
chided. “So forgetful. You’re the one who told me about this place,
remember? Well, maybe not… you were pretty deeply engrossed with my stone at
the time. But when I heard about a castle full of beautiful women, with no men,
well, it was clear I’d have to help them out, wouldn’t I? I set out as soon as
I left you.”

He ruffled Brea’s hair. “And
then by coincidence I happened to meet this lovely on the road, on her way back
here from Mercia. With her under my control it was easy to convince the women
here I was a traveling trader, come to help them. Then it was just a matter of
getting the girls alone, one at a time, and the more I got the easier it
became.”

“Iola’s not on a hunting trip,
is she?”

Mira laughed. “Duh, of course
she isn’t! She somehow realized something was up and tried to rally the free
girls against Master.”

“Shh,” said Hragulf,
patting Mira’s head with his other hand. “True, though. Fortunately I had
a mole in her little group. By the time Iola came after me, she was the only
one of the six that wasn’t under my control. I had my good girls grab her so I
could show her stone.” He rubbed his jaw. “Bitch still managed to get
free and cold-cock me. She’s out there somewhere, I guess, but nothing she can
do.”

I was rooted to the spot. I couldn’t
attack him for some reason–one of his little rules hidden away in me, I was
guessing. I could leave, because Mira’d told me to come with her. And, as he
raised the stone, I couldn’t resist.

He spoke softly as I fell, and just
made so much sense. It was so hard to think of reasons not to agree, and anyway
I knew I couldn’t resist. I let myself slip away, sleeping in the lovely swirls
of purple and blue and green.

Eventually, I realized there was no
light, just Hragulf smiling at me. And he was still Hragulf. Not Master,
or anything like that. My compulsion to obey Mira was gone, too!

He smirked. “I removed all the
old rules,” he said. “Except you can’t harm me, I left that one in
for obvious reasons.”

“You’re… letting me
free..?”

“Not exactly,” he said.
“Since I took this place over, I’ve been experimenting, trying out
different… games with my girls. You’re the latest player.”

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“That’s right,” said Mira.
“Feels so good to let go, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled
truthfully. It felt incredible, like sinking into that hot bath.

“I say to let go, you let go,
and it feels good.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Doing as I say feels
good.”

“Yeah.” A scintillating conversation,
I know. As long as the pretty lights swirled, though, I’d agree to pretty much
anything.

“You do as I say and feel
good.”

“Yes…” Feeling so good.
That must be how she was able to say these things… technically saying
something that made me feel good counted as saying something nice, right?

“You’ll do as I say, because
you’re a good girl.”

“Yes…” Well, and there
we were.

“You’re a good girl who’ll
remove this curse on me as soon as she wakes up.”

Dammit. “Yes…” I smiled vaguely. It felt so good to
agree, and I knew I was going to do it.

She put the stone down, and it faded
to a dull glow. I blinked awake, and then, with a sigh, pulled the threads of
the curse off her, rolled them up in my hand, and then let them dissolve.

“Well?” she asked testily.

“It’s done,” I replied
with a sigh.

“Really?” she asked.
“And how can I trust you really did it, you stupid bitch?” She
grinned ecstatically. “It DID work! Oh, I can really speak again.
Ohh, I am going to tell you just what I think of you… but first, come
with me.” Picking up the stone, she exited the study.

“I’ll do as you say because I’m
a good girl,” I said automatically, and followed her out. Fuck. Fuck,
I’m under Mira’s control! How could this possibly get any worse?

Some day I’ll learn not to ask that
question.

Mira unlocked the meeting room–I
was right, she did have a key!–and led me in.

Sitting on the large, ornately
carved chair that had once been Brinksmoor’s, his booted feet up on the table,
was a man. On the floor next to him, facing him, Brea was naked and on her
knees. The moment we entered, Mira went up to him, knelt beside Brea, and
offered him the stone.

“Master,” she said.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Hragulf grinned crookedly at me.
“Hello again, Lemma,” he said. He slid his feet off the table and
stood, taking the stone from Mira.

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She shrugged. “They remind us
of… him. None of us like going in there, or remembering… so we locked them
up and threw away the key.”

“Ah.” I shifted
uncomfortably. This was obviously a sore subject, and I never know how to deal
with that kind of thing. “I was just wandering around. Looking for Iason,
really.”

“Oh, he’s down in the
smithy,” said Brea. “Sharpening his sword, I think. Or maintaining
his armor. One of those warrior-y type things, anyway.” She laughed, and I
had to as well–it was infectious! Plus I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who
was as much a warrior-y type thing as Iason. I was going to have to call him
that at the next opportunity.

But even while Brea and I chatted on
our way down to the smithy, I couldn’t shake a nagging thought. What had Mira been
doing in a dead-end corridor? Was she trying to get into the sealed rooms? Or
had she been coming out of them? She was the former Lady of the manor,
after all–she might have a spare key.

That night, in the comfiest bed I’d
slept in since, well, the last time I was here, I found I couldn’t let go of
those suspicions and sleep. Well, part of it was the suspicions, part of it was
Brea’s snoring–while Iason elected to spend the night in the barracks where
Iola’s trainee guardswomen slept, I decided to take Mira’s former room, where
Brea now slept, apparently alone. I’d wondered why, but now I knew: she snored.
And I don’t mean she snored loudly. I’ve had to share rooms with people who
snored loudly. No, she snored like a dragon fighting a bear who
was made of dragons. During a mountainslide.

Well, when sleep won’t come,
snooping is the next best thing, right? I’m sure that’s a saying. Somewhere or
other. Look it up or something, you can’t expect me to do all the work
for you.

Anyway, I decided to check out those
rooms, maybe figure out what Mira was after. Quietly I slipped down to the
hallway I’d encountered her in before, and crept along it.

Bingo. There was a light underneath
the study door. She was up to something in there!

Carefully, slowly, so as not to
alert Mira or anyone else who might be inside, I tried the handle. It turned.
Triumphantly, I flung open the door–

“Welcome, Lemma,” said
Mira, sounding almost like she meant it, which was not a good thing. She
was perched on Brinksmoor’s desk, something softly glowing next to her hand.

“Mira! What are you doing in
here?”

She smiled nastily. “Waiting
for you, of course.” She held the glowing thing up toward me.

“What!? How did you get that!?”
I cried. Or, well, tried to. What came out of my mouth was more like
“Whuhhhhhhhooooowwwwwwwmmmmnrfm…” as the pretty lights danced in
front of my eyes, inviting me to drift away into their endlessly fascinating
depths, so easy, so seductive, and it wasn’t like I could resist anyway, I
could never resist…

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I slid into the deliciously hot
water with a happy sigh, and let weeks and weeks of stress, grime, and
exhaustion just float away. I soaked for ages, until I was getting lightheaded
and pruny, and then gave myself a good thorough scrub before finally,
reluctantly, emerging from the water.

After I dried off, I tried on the
clothes Brea had left me and checked myself out in the mirror–clearly, they
hadn’t let Iola take the good treasures to trade, and good on them.
After examining myself critically, I concluded that the outfit–a slightly
clingy cream-colored tunic and black pants, both exactly my size and cut
perfectly–looked pretty damn good, especially once I put my usual pauldrons
and cape on with it.

Eventually, my stomach started
growling, so I stopped admiring how my butt looked in those pants and went
searching for some dinner. I’d hardly left the room when I ran into an
unfortunately familiar face.

“Mira,” I said. Least I
could do, what with the silence curse and all, is be polite.

“Lemma,” she said acidly.
“You look just lovely, such masculine attire suits you far
better than the dresses my former husband saw fit to clothe you in.”

I glared at her a moment, then
shrugged. I was too hungry to argue, I’d just have to set her on fire later.

Fortunately, my timing was good, and
the castle–everyone except Mira, apparently–were all just sitting down to
dinner when I arrived in the old dining hall.

During dinner, I asked Brea about
Mira, and she laughed. “Oh, a few weeks ago she figured out that as long
as she was saying something nice, she could use whatever tone she
wanted. She’s been handing out backhanded complements ever since.” Brea
shrugged. “I guess you really can’t change someone like that.”

I scoffed. “You can change anyone,”
I countered. “Long as you’ve got plenty of fire handy, and you’re okay
with changing them into a pile of ash.”

Brea sighed. “Yep, you just
really can’t change some people.” Clearly still talking about Mira, obviously.

After dinner I went wandering, with
the vague notion of finding out what Iason was up to. But instead I ran into
Mira, again, coming down the hallway toward me. “Why, Lemma! What a pleasant
surprise! What brings you here?” she asked, fake-sweetly.

“Why, just looking for a place
to practice silence curses,” I replied, precisely as sweetly. “I know
lots of different kinds. Would you like to help?”

I grinned as genuine terror
flashed across her face, and then she pushed past me and hurried on her way.
Chuckling to myself, I continued down the hall to find two locked doors.
Odd–if I was remembering right, these were Brinksmoor’s study and meeting
room. 

“Lost?” asked Brea.

I practically jumped out of my skin.
She was right behind me! “Don’t do that!” I gasped, taking a
large step back. “Yeesh, how are you so quiet?”

“Sorry,” she said. 

“Why are these rooms
locked?”

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Yep, jumping straight in with another Lemma story!

“Well, shit,” I said,
looking down from the edge of the cliff. 

“You’re sure?” asked
Iason.

“Pretty  damn sure,”
I replied. Below us, the white cliff dropped sharply down  to the gray
sea. There wasn’t so much as a grain of sand between them.  "The
closest book is somewhere that way. Far enough that we’ve gone the  length
of the Tin Islands and it hasn’t felt any closer.“

"Well, fuck,” said Iason.
“What do we do now?”

I  considered my options.
Scream and stamp my foot? Throw myself on the  ground and start whining?
Find someone I could justify blowing up, like a  bandit or a missionary?
Hmm, that last one sounded pretty good…

“Why don’t we visit Iola and
Brea?” asked Iason. 

“What.”

“Well, if we’re headed to the
mainland, that means getting a ship in Kyrno, right? Castle Brinksmoor’s on the
way.”

“I… Guess so…” I
admitted. 

“They have tubs,” Iason
reminded me in a sing-songy voice. 

I sighed and shook my head.
“Fine. Let’s go see how they’re doing.”

A  couple days later, we walked
through the gates. Brea practically threw  herself on me when we entered,
giving me a huge hug while she squealed  at pitches I had previously
believed only bats could make or hear.  "LEMMA!“

"Uh, hi.” I patted her
awkwardly on the crown of her head. “How’re you?”

“We’re doing great!” she
said, squishy-cute and enthusiastic as ever. “How’re you?”

“In  need of air,” I replied,
trying to wriggle out of her grip. I’d  forgotten how strong she
was–getting her to stop hugging me was like  bending iron bars. 

“Huh? Oh!” She let go of
me and started leading us into the castle. “What brings you back here? Did
you find all the books?”

I scowled and explained what was
going on. “So we figured we’d stop here and visit you and Iola and all
along the way.”

“Oh,” she replied.
“Sorry, Iola’s not here. She’s on a trade mission to the next village
over.”

Iason made a disappointed noise.
“How long is she gonna be gone?”

“You  just missed
her,” answered Brea. “It’s only a day’s travel or so, but  she’s
going to be spending at least a week at their market.” Brea
 explained that the neighboring nobles had finally agreed to allow the  women
of Brinksmoor to start trading with them, and recognize their  ownership
of the surrounding land. That meant they could safely start  farming
without worrying about military raids–just the usual bandits,  bears,
fae, and monsters that made life in the Tin Islands so fun–but they
needed seed and livestock to start farming. So, Iola had set out with a
few of the other girls to visit the nearest market town, sell off some of
Brinksmoor’s tackier ornaments and decorations, and use the money to buy the
farm supplies they needed.

We talked it over, and decided we’d
stay the night, and then set out in the morning for the market town. It’d give
Iason a chance to visit with his sister, who I wouldn’t mind seeing either, and
anyway, like the castle, it was more or less on the way. But it was just too
far to go today, and we both wanted to visit with Brea a bit first.

Plus, spending the night meant, for
the first time in mooooooonths, I got to take a baaaaa-aaaaath! I was
practically singing, and some amount of skipping was definitely involved, as I
headed down the hallway to the room with the tub. The big, steaming tub of hot
water, and the white fluffy towels, and the change of clothes Brea laid out for
me, and yes, of course I checked every bit of it for glamours, potions,
and malicious magic of every kind. I’m not stupid, I won’t fall for the
same trick twice. Well… no more than three times, tops.

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