“Haauhh?” she yelped, my words snapping her back to reality immediately, dispelling whatever clouded her judgement.

Rynissie’s head snapped back towards the trees, so that she could see what I could; the arrow in a tree, right on the mark.

“It’s on the mark, I- I win!” she stammered as she looked back at me. Both hands gripping her bow.

“No.” I said wagging my finger, “Recall, I said I win if my target is hit not if I hit my target. I mean there was very little chance I was going to hit it after all. I don’t think I’ve ever held a bow before now even.”

Rynissie’s shocked anger quickly morphed into the look of sad embarrassment as she remembered my exact words. She looked back to the trees and confirmed that her tree was still untouched.

As she made sense of what happened, I celebrated that my plan mostly worked, and that my power was as flexible as I hoped it was. Where Rynissie had sheer skill, I had a power that allowed me to interfere with judgement.

I looked at my hand as I recalled the feel of her hand when we shook. A wisp of scarlet red and black flickering out of it.

When we shook, I used my own energy to ignite feelings of passion or infatuation within Rynissie. Like a tree, the wisps spread its roots through her body, igniting her emotions. Every touch after that only served to confirm that she was heated by the wisps from me. The final step just required a bit of finessing from me.

I don’t think I can mind control, I think at most, I can only nudge and suggest. I grabbed her shoulder, igniting passion, infatuation or happy feelings within her -positive feelings overall- and then gently moved her over so that she would be facing my target as opposed to her own. That she didn’t react to my hand trailing down her arm was a good sign. With her judgement skewed by warm, fuzzy, feelings, I goaded her, which led to something I didn’t expect. She only looked at the target for a second and still succeeded! She was truly someone to be feared. In this case, it seems I got lucky that she was overconfident; her judgement was already compromised before I started riling up her emotions. I thought I was going to have to work on her more, but that was a happy miscalculation.

“Bu-but-but…” What started as exasperation died down into silence as she looked towards the ground. “Gaah! Fine, yes! You win, Auroro. A wager is a wager! The contract must be observed.” she said, turning around. “Okay, so where do you wan-Gah!”

Before she could finish speaking, I turned her towards a nearby tree, planting her palms against the tree as I stood behind her, my pelvis pressed against her firm ass.

“Whoa wait- I’m not ready!” she yelped, whatever composure she regained she immediately lost as she looked back towards me.

I gripped her neck from behind, my excitement spurring the wisps of my power to invade her body from the palm of my hand. She didn’t know what was going on, but she could feel the change occurring in her own body. Her skin heated up a few, her back squirmed and her butt grinded against me before she forced it to cease its rebellious behavior. Meanwhile, my wisps of crimson and black afforded me an insight. Through them, I had connected with her essence. We were joined as one. Her breath, her heart, her rising temperature, her spots which yearned for a touch; I could feel them as well as my own. Her desires, her happiness, her passion, were presenting themselves to my senses. My own desires resonated with hers, igniting her slumbering passions. Her body bloomed open before the window of my mind, and it was up to me to make the best use of this information.

What an overwhelming power. This is my power?

I gripped her neck a little bit harder, turning it into an erogenous zone with a flicker of red. A whimper of a moan slipped her lips, as she tossed her head back before immediately tossing it down against the tree as if to hide her shame.

“Someone will see,” she wanted to say, but couldn’t work up the nerve.

“There’s only you and me here,” I whispered, having brought my face close to her long ear. The words caused another jolt to run down her body, and by extension, a minor one down mine due to the sense-sharing afforded by my power.

She kept her face hidden, and the whimpers from my touch stifled, but her butt dug itself more into my groin as her back stretched to reach closer to me.

The hand that gripped her neck let go, and slowly and purposefully, a finger ran down the channel of her spine, tracing the trail of the tattoo to her end. Below the tingling touch she squirmed and moaned, her breathing heavy and hot.

My finger now at the base of the spine, rested for a few moments before suddenly departing. In one fell motion I took hold of the undergarment beneath the skirt, and pulled it down, careful not to rip it in the process.

The sudden motion took her by surprise as she flung her head back up as her voice squeaked. She looked back at me with teary eyes, hands still clawing into the tree’s bark without my direction. She was anxious, her heart was beating faster and faster, and her chest was tightening beneath the even tighter garment.

“I’ll do my best to be gentle,” I said, looking down at her. She could only bite her arm and nod.

My pants were undone under the manipulation of my wisps and I prepared myself to pillage. I hiked her skirt up, revealing the firm ass that shamelessly pressed against me. My hand slid over top of it, squeezing and pressing to get a sense for how much abuse it could take. I invaded it too, with wisps from my palms, making it more sensitive for Rynissie. Again, at the sudden change in sensitivity she could only squirm below my touch; I wondered how much more she would be able to take. With one hand on the ass, the other slipped to her underside, and lightly touched the skin above her womb. Here too, I invaded, igniting the senses in this area. Caught by surprise she let out an audible moan. No doubt my wisps had touched and tickled her most sacred chamber in a way that she had never experienced before. Through our shared senses, I could sense that her entrance had flooded. The heat between our groins had increased and had the forest been any quieter, we would hear the sound of drops falling on leaves.

With her body primed and ready, I took the first of many plunges into her being. My senses were immediately overloaded with sensory input. Connected to her, it felt like I could feel the entirety of her body, and every place that yearned to be touched. My body came alive with a buzz shared between me and her.

This is fun.

As I was falling further and further, and deeper and deeper into Rynissie, the black weave that made my jacket began losing its shape, tendrils creeping over Rynissie’s body. They slithered and crawled, covering the brown skin beneath. Some seemed to disappear into her body of their own volition.

I’m not the one controlling those?

The sight of tendrils that I did not command helped me ground myself, my hands gripping Rynissie harder in response. The stimulus I was receiving from Rynissie seemed to threaten my hold over myself; I was nearly lost in the heat of the moment.

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Careful to not be swayed by the reality afforded to me by my powers, I took charge of the situation, and retracted the tendrils by force of my will.

In response, Rynissie stifled a moan. The renegade tendrils seemed to have had an effect on her, but their influence had seemed to pass.

I collected myself and refocused on my movements and Rynissie. Her warm and slippery tunnel allowed me to move in step with her heartbeat, her moans in time with the apex of my thrust. The hand on her underside climbed up to her chest, and claimed a feel of the chest she hid behind her leather. The combination of the measured thrusts and the sneaky feel proved to be too much for her system as the moans were now loudly assaulting the tree in front of her as she wildly shook her head as if denying the fact that she could feel this ecstatic. Despite her denial, her pleasure built and she climaxed as if in time with the shaking of her head.

My assaults on her were not over yet; there was still so much I wanted to learn. I brought my wayward fingers into her mouth, to which she sucked on for a few thrusts before I pulled them out. I ran down her back once again, stopping at the middle of her back. My power afforded me a new sense. I could touch something that no one else could; the ignited passions of another. The energy that represented their stimulus, their wants; an energy entangled with their lifeforce.

Those tendrils were able to disappear into her.

I wrapped my fingers in black and red as inspiration for my next move came to me. With my wisp clad fingers, I entered into that hidden realm, the realm that lied within Rynissie’s soul. My fingers disappeared into Rynissie’s back, as mind boggling a sight as it was.

“Mmm-auuhhh.”

The forced entry caused Rynissie’s body to stiffen, and her back to arc, pleasure running down her column culminating in a wet climax, as her mouth hung open, unintelligible moans freely escaping. Her lower mouth too was affected and continued to convulse and twitch, tightening around my own tool like a snake tightens around its prey, as if it were trying to squeeze more climaxes out of me.

With the fingers I plunged, I fished it out from her being; a thick red thread, laced with black streaks. This thread, I understood instinctually, it was one that transmitted touch, pleasure and sensation throughout the body. I seized this thread and pulled on it, manipulating it as I saw fit. My grip on the thread peeled it from her body, every significant peel bringing her to a climax without rational basis. Pulled from her body, the thread had two ends, one end connected to her neck, and the other end disappeared into the base of her spine. I massaged the thread into complying with my sense of aesthetics, and in a chorus of moans and twitching, around her neck manifested a collar made of red and black energy. Pulling the thread towards me, caused her neck to be pulled along with it, much like a collar and leash would.

I pulled on the leash as I thrust deeper into her; she couldn’t help but release her grip on the tree and bring her entire body closer to me, as if compelled, as the rampant orgasms made her legs shake. Her rational thought was lost, and now she lived life one second at a time. I took a grip on her breast with my free hand so as to support her while groping her, and prepared for the next step of my scheme.

Her back only inches apart from my chest, her butt firmly pressed against me, I stopped moving suddenly and ceased my invasion of her senses. Her moans devolved back into heavy breathing as her senses slowly returned from a euphoric high. Meanwhile, I had urged the thread to not only connect to her neck but also her wrists. I had said it before, that this power felt like second nature to me, but the ease of manipulation solidified the thought in my mind. I released her breast, and in a quick movement, took hold of the new connections to her wrists , and yanked them towards my other hand, so that her hands now had no choice but to be behind her head pulled down by the same hand that had a hold on her leash.

There she stood, butt pressed and squirming, hands sealed, armpits exposed, with a stranger’s being plunged within her. All that was left was for her chest to be laid bare and she would have been visually surmounted.

She breathed heavy before drawing up the courage to speak, “What’s wrong, are we done? Tired yourself out?” Her personality still shone through, in spite of her false posturing. She craved more, but she wasn’t going to say it. Too bad I had a vested interest in winning her mind over.

It’s time I follow that woman’s advice.

“Hey,” I whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine, and freezing her thoughts. She stood at awkward attention, her butt, the only place making direct contact with me, trying to entice me into moving with the temptation of its movements. “I’ll continue with you, if you make a contract with me.” The word made her shake, she knew the implications better than I did. She knew I spoke like a demon trying to ensnare its victim. Every word I uttered, laced with temptation, directed to the very core of her being, the core behind all the bravado. “It’ll be a good deal; we’ll be partners, and work together. I will take care of you like I would any asset. In more ways than one,” I said as I brought my hand up to lightly caress her face. She shuddered beneath my touch and grunted as she tried to wrestle herself free from the pleasures of the flesh. “You help me, and I help you.”

“I’m not so cheap.” she muttered as she was racked with frustration over the tension who’s climax seemed so far away.

“It’s not a matter of being cheap. It’s a proposition that would be beneficial for us both,” I whispered again as I brought my hand back to the area over her womb.

I again invaded her senses and with a turn of my hand I made a surge of ecstasy arise from her nerve endings. Not enough to provoke a climax, but enough to make her legs buckle. She wanted to fall but my grip on her vital threads forced her to stay upright.

“If you say yes, you’ll reach your climax, and have many more to come,” I tempted.

“Ahh-ohh,” she sounded as she stamped her feet and swung her head around. She was frustrated, she was pent up, she was proud. To break so thoroughly in the face of carnal pleasures wasn’t doing anything for her pride. Of course I wasn’t helping by teasing her with waves of pleasure that wet her flower. Occasionally I would also throw in a twitch of my muscle, which, if her own tunnel wasn’t so tight, would not usually provoke so much temptation within her.

I lightly took hold of her and made her look at me with a sideways glance. “Just say yes, and a world of pleasure and passion is yours,” I said, staring deep into the eyes wracked by new sensations. She closed them and appeared to swallow something mighty.

“Yes! Yes, whatever, just finish me!” she relented.

“Yes ma’am.” The deal was done and I was pleased. An otherworldly wind again seemed to rush through the environment as if observing that the deal was struck.

“Huh?” Rynissie gasped. The wide-eyed looking around seemed to imply that she was caught off-guard.

Seizing the opportunity for a surprise, I quickly released my grip on her vital thread and instead grabbed both arms with my own hands. With Rynissie firmly within my grip, I thrust into her wildly. Her unrestrained moans again echoed throughout the forest along with the sounds of my lower body slamming into her ass. Her pussy again had flooded and movement was easy and painless. The tunnel had loosened its grip as the climax it waited so long far was not being delivered with haste and efficiency. Every thrust was the start of a new climax for Rynissie. As I saw her quivering back arching beneath me, a visual overtook me.

The image of a red flower bud on black leaves, born of a perverse seed. I shook the image from my mind and shifted my focus back to Rynissie’s writhing body. Seeing her mesmeric movements, a heat started to build in my own loins. A climax was coming.

Not like this. Not yet. This doesn’t feel…. Right just yet.

I reclaimed myself from my own temptations and reeled in my wandering mind. I was not pursuing my own satisfaction as much as I was guiding Rynissie to hers, and that’s what I wanted the flavor of this encounter to be. An idea came to mind of how I could give Rynissie a nice ending.

Through her vital thread, I could deliver her orgasms without physical origin; orgasms that she felt throughout every fibre of her being, her soul included. I plunged into her faster, and her moans changed into short worded yells that it was too much. Every thrust built the ecstasy within her, and with the urging of my own energy pulsing into her, I brought her to a high. From various spots around her body, loose, red threads sprung out, which I gathered towards the main thread. A yank from the thread, pulled Rynissie’s arms backward, as if they were being held there. I plunged deeper and rougher into her body as the threads resonated with the song composed from Rynissie’s disjointed praises and moans. The threads became their most vibrant, pleasure flowing through them. With one final thrust of the hips, a noticeable pulse travelled through the threads into Rynissie’s body. Her system was overwhelmed; her head throbbed with pleasure and she fell silent, all the pulses of ecstasy still circulating throughout her being. Her quieting moans signaled that she was beyond her limit.

I stopped my movements and caught her in my arms. My suit jacket changed form, at my direction, releasing my arms from its cover, and instead became a cowl that wrapped around me and Rynissie. Holding her against my chest, I lowered us to the ground with her firmly in my embrace, resting.

The deed was done, a contract was made and we were laying there beneath the tree that absorbed so much of Rynissie’s carnalities.

With Rynissie resting in my embrace, I couldn’t help but reflect on the talk that had gotten me here. The talk with that Goddess of love and pleasure.