“Ah~. Fuck. Ohhh fuck. Oh, yes!” My fingers clenched around the smooth plastic of the toy as I sped up my self-gratification with increasingly shaky movement. The vendor hadn’t lied; the custom made toys from Rashar were certainly more effective than the crude imitations you could buy here in the kingdom.

“Oh hells... Oh, ohhh, mpfh!” I clenched my teeth to suppress a happy little scream. I was almost there, not even a minute after I had started! Gods above, the people from the Burning Sands really did understand magic better than us!

“So close~! So tight, ah, I love you, Mistress!” The moment had almost come, I simply couldn’t hold back any longer!

“Miss Ithelyn!” A loud scream ripped me out of my hazy fantasy and back into reality.

“For fucks sake.” I cursed as my almost reached climax faded away even quicker than it had come.

“Miss Ithelyn!?”

Before I could even object, the doors to my bedroom were thrown wide open and all I could do was try and quickly throw the blankets back over me in an attempt to hide just what I had been doing till now. Perhaps if it looked like I was still sleeping she would just leave?

“By the gods! Child this is the third wake-up call! Your mother and siblings wish dearly for you to join them at breakfast today, so get out of bed already!”

Instead of responding I simply turned around and ignored the maid, as well as the hot burning shame that was creepy up my face. I hadn’t bothered learning the maid’s name; after all I would be rid of her soon enough. And yet, despite her insignificance, right now I truly wished I knew her name it just so that I could curse her for barging into my room like that! Just what was wrong with people!? Seven in the morning was not a time to wake me, ever! At least she would, like all personal assigned to me, soon have to realize that her attempts to make me adhere to their plans were futile, pointless and incredibly awkward for all people involved!

I mean come on, I truly hadn’t asked to be born into this family and I hadn’t ever expressed any desire to partake in high society, so couldn’t they just finally forget about trying to get me to act like a proper noble!? Gods above, my only desire was to be left alone with my books, my magic and my... toys, how was this so hard to understand?

“Oh my!” The maid clearly had not picked up on what my silence meant and instead came even closer. “I was told that you were lacking in decorum but this? Why is the night gown I laid out for you yesterday on the ground! What are you even wearing under those blankets young lady?”

“Ah great, it seems this one is a particular nasty specimen, the matron archetype. Shall I make her quit already? No, I should at the very least give her a chance.”

Not even bothering to rise from my fortress of fluff, I crawled out just enough so that my head was visible.

“Leave. Now.”

“In the name of the gods! Mistress Dawnstar herself told me that you are to get out of bed right now and it was made very clear that you are not to refuse her instructions! Now get out of the bed already and let me dress you child!”

Before I could even warn the elderly woman she had already approached the bed and was pulling away the blankets. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t have any time to cover myself or even turn around, though it would have barely made much of a difference considering just what I was wearing. At first I was so shocked that I couldn’t do much more than just stare at her in horror. She in turn did the same, only she wasn’t staring at my face like I was at hers. No, she was instead staring at the bondage gear on and around me and the pretty large, hot pink, buzzing fleshlight wrapped around my penis! “Why!? Oh, hells, why!? This is so embarrassing, why do they all have to be so... Like that!? What the fuck do I do now? Bitch act? Bitch act!”

Seizing the initiative I slowly pulled the fleshlight off of its resting place, and deliberately without breaking eye contact turned it off, put it to the side and sat up. Still under the very confused and stunned gaze of the maid I stood up to my full height. A feat that was only accentuated by the tall fetish ballet boots I had, so very wisely, locked onto my feet. The woman, still basically paralysed, had no other option but to raise her head just to be able to meet my gaze. Yet what she found there was neither explanation nor even embarrassment, but simply cold, hard – and completely faked – fury. I addressed the crone in the haughtiest tone I could possibly muster.

“I didn’t give you permission to enter and you threw open my doors anyway. I told you to leave and you failed to follow that simple instruction. And now I, not only, have to wake up to you exposing me to your lecherous gaze but you have the deviant disposition to keep staring at an almost naked woman less then half your age without immediately apologising!”

One of my eyelids began twitching, to really sell the whole furious, angry bitch angle.

“Am I to take this as a sign for you simply not being intelligent enough to do your job or do I have to consider you an utter imbecile and pervert, leaving me no other choice but to remove you myself, by force? Now do think quickly, for if you fail to comply again I might just have to set Hugin upon you.”

The woman’s eyes quickly drifted off of my face and over to the large spirit raven glaring at her from his perch. And just like I had practiced with Hugin, upon hearing his name he cawed menacingly and flapped his wings a few times as if he was about to lift off. And just as I had hoped her only reaction to this was becoming as red as a ripe tomato and running out of my room. I waited a few seconds to make sure she had truly left before walking over to close the door again. Well, walk was a bit generous, considering that the ballet boots and chain connecting my ankles left me little more able than to hobble over. Once it was closed though I let out a long sigh and slump down against it. Just why did I have to be born into a family that was so... small minded?

It had been around my seventeenth birthday when I had discovered my more deviant interests. I had already known that I was pan since my early teenage years but one day, mostly on a whim I had looked through the adult section of a local store. To say that some specific books and magazines had caught my attention would be an understatement. Almost my entire allowance that month and my birthday money had gone to buying all kinds of “reference materials”. Thanks to my even then impressive library of books and tomes, the few more hadn’t even raised any suspicion. Sadly my luck had only lasted for a few months as one of the maids thought it prudent to dust my private reading room without actually getting my permission to do so.

The following outrage had been impressive to say the least. While I had been tending to my needs in the only way that still got my rocks off, my mother had blown out the lock on my door, charged in and started screaming like a woman possessed. Her first action after that had been properly beating my ass red which, much to my continued embarrassment, had send me right over the edge and straight into an orgasm. Something that my mother, despite the confusion of the moment, had not failed to notice; probably because of the large wet stain on her knee. Of course, after seeing her child being nothing more than a deviant pervert she had then taken to burning all the books, magazines and gear I had collected in the last few weeks. Well, my reaction to this had been to turn her very expensive and very well tended to witches garden into nothing but ash and dust.

Since then the relationship between my mother and I had been ever more frosty than before. My talent as a witch and the power of my father’s Psion heritage had made me too valuable to be throw on the streets, but my interests were also too deviant to allow me around ‘proper’ society. To be fair, this had suited me just fine. I never had liked the balls, and soirées and all the other high society gatherings one had to go through thanks to being born into this family. Being left to my own devices had also given me the freedom to further explore the world of bondage and submission and after about a year I had come to a decision. Selfbondage was fun and all but honestly not what I ultimately strived for. No, I desired a partner!

Of course being both from a noble family and having properly pissed off my mother, had severely limited the amount of any actual human contact I could have. So, I had tried online dating, but that had stopped pretty soon, when I realized that my face was just a bit too prominent. After the third date had turned out to be a paparazzi, I had quickly deleted all proof of me ever visiting those sites. Of course my mother had found out any way and completely cut off my allowance. I, in turn, had gotten a new haircut and started working in a local bookshop under a fake identity. Thankfully the older woman running the shop had been very kind and done her best to keep my identity hidden. Additionally the undercut, flannel shirts and ripped jeans had done their part to stop me from looking like a pretty little lady. To be honest those months had probably been the most comfortable of my entire life. Nobody acted like I was special and the flirting attempts from both male and female customers had made me feel a lot more normal than being confined in the giant ass family estate.

Aside from Hugin I guess the store lady had been my first ever real friend. Then those days had become even better when I had spotted her. The girl in question had been what I could only describe as my first real crush. The reason I had noticed her in the first place hadn’t even been her looks but the fact, that she too was a witch. What had surprised me was how strangely the mana behaved around her, it was almost like it was drawn to her but didn’t know where to go and there was certainly far too much for her to ever control. And her soul... never before had I seen something like it; a small and weak thing but more steady than any other.

Her soul had basically been stagnating and to make things even more mysterious it had been wrapped in more spellwork than should ever have been possible. I had been so lost in staring at the odd display before me that I hadn’t even noticed her approaching the counter. Only when she had spoken up, had I realized that she was right in front me. And of course when I had looked up and seen how scantily clad she was all I could do was blush and stutter like the inexperienced virgin that I was. I admit I had panicked, I had been lost and hadn’t known how to react, but that still didn’t excuse what I had done next...

“Oh, Hugin! I didn’t even get her name and I have no idea if I will ever see her again... and even if I do, won’t I just look like a massive dick? Do you think she, uhm, knows what I did? She shouldn’t, right? It was just a passing enchantment after all!”

Like so often Hugin only looked at me and cawed disapprovingly. “Though I cannot fault your interests, you should not have cast a spell on her. If she finds out about her missing memories it is unlikely that she is going to willingly become your servant.”

“Hugin! I don’t want her as a servant! I panicked because I have a crush on her!”

His sinister cawing laughter didn’t really make me feel better about my actions. “Of course Mistress, it is as you say.”

Honestly I was beginning to doubt Hugin’s knowledge in the acts of love and courtship. Who else but me would rely on a death spirit to pour their heart out to!? Then again it wasn’t like I could go to my mother with this! She would probably burst a blood vessel if she ever found out that I was not only a “Deviant Pervert” but also a “Queer Whore”, her words not mine by the way. After all she was still upset about the fact that I had long ago stopped being her “Precious Boy”. Sighing in frustration I started to slowly strip out of my bondage gear and went about make myself at least somewhat presentable. If my mother was expecting me downstairs it was better not to let her wait. Though I was actually a bit surprised that she was even requesting my presence at breakfast, something like that hadn’t happened since she had found out about my... interests. It was more than a little suspicion but hiding in my room wouldn’t make the problem go away. And if she was indeed trying something nasty, well... she had just replanted her garden...

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On my way over to the bath my gaze fell upon the hideous nightgown the maid had thought I should wear. Feeling a little nasty this morning, I picked it up and focused on the piece of cloth. In less than a second the ugly thing caught fire and under the excited cawing of Hugin it burned to ash. Seriously, that damned bird was probably a bigger pyromaniac than myself! I shook my head at his little happy dance and just motioned at the ashes. Hugin immediately jumped down from his porch and began rolling around in them while I went on my way. The bath attached to my room was just as ostentatious as the rest of the Dawnstar manor, large, open and decked out in more marble and gold inlays than any sane person could ever possibly conceive off. The mirror alone could probably feed a family for months!

Though I had to admit it did give me a rather flattering view of myself. Then again perhaps that was simply owned to the fact of my “Superior Breeding” as my dread mother called it. A slender and athletic build with generous curves, which somehow managed to accent my masculine endowment rather than clash with it. All wrapped in near flawless skin with not a single dimple or hair to be found. My face was certainly beautiful if more haughty than I would have liked. And of course just like my mother I had the same silvery hair as all Dawnstars, which stood in stark contrast to my honey brown skin and vibrant green eyes. My exotic, oriental appearance was one of the few gifts I still had to remember my father by and the only one my mother couldn’t take from me.

I felt bile rising up in my throat as I thought about my father. The day his video messages had stopped coming my mother had stopped talking about him. I had been barely fourteen when I had last seen him, and I still didn’t know if they had ever loved each other. My mother was a celestial witch from an ancient line of heroes and saints and my father had come from the Old Blood of the Burning Sands, mystical blood mages and devious sorcerers. To make matters worse he had also been one of the despised Dark Witches, someone who had bound them self to a powerful demon to gain more power. Their lines had been polar opposites and enemies since times memorial and all my childhood there hadn’t been a single day where they had shown any kind of affection for each other. A marriage purely for political purposes my mother had said, my father simply had gotten that sad and heartbroken look whenever I had asked him.

Whatever their relationship had once been, it hadn’t mattered much to my mother in the end. Not even a month after my father’s disappearance a new man, from another prestigious line of mages, had taken the place besides my mother and with him had come two children from another marriage; graciously accepted into the Dawnstar name, if not by blood then by association. By now my mother had birthed him another two, one twelve and the other eleven. Though to me their age mattered as little as their existence, I had no love for my step brother and sister or for my half-siblings. For all I cared they could go rot in the hells if that meant I could see my father again.

Already angry again I put on whatever clothes I could find and stashed my bondage gear in a securely locked compartment, before going down stairs to see what my horrid mother wanted. On the way to the dining room I made a small detour to the kitchen where one of the guards was currently eating a sandwich. The man’s name was Geralt, a big burly man in his forties and he was one of the few people in the house staff who it was actually pleasant to be around. When he saw me come down in a baggy hoodie and hot pants he immediately started grinning.

“Well, look who obviously wasn’t dressed by her new maid! So already got rid of another one?”

“I sure hope so. Move to the side I want the OJ.”

“Nah, first you tell me how you did it.”

“Ass. Fine, she caught me masturbating. Now move!”

“Ah, the classic. Fully geared up too?”

“Yup. Talk to you later, the dread witch mother wants me to attend to her morning ritual of eating, drinking tea and planning horrid fates for her only legitimate daughter!”

“Well don’t let me stop you,” He laughed. “It will certainly make for a good show!”

“Awww,” I drawled. “I hate you too, you big softy.”

I took a swig of the juice carton and walked away from his laughter, towards where I could hear the rest of the household. I refrained from calling them family because a family was supposed to be caring and supporting, not toxic and vile. And true to their nature I found my mother and the rest of my stepfather’s brood sitting around the table. The first thing that stood out was how my stepsiblings, Angelica and Finus, were both trying to hide a nasty smile. So the older siblings already knew what is going on. Which meant it couldn’t be pleasant but not so much of a surprise that the younger ones had been told of it. I shrugged; nothing they could do would matter to me. Instead, before I addressed them I made a show of my lack of decorum by emptying the entire orange juice in one go right in front of them. Not acting like a noble always got them so wonderfully cross.

“So, Mother. I’m not even three month back from the Orient and you already want to talk, impressive! So what is it that you wished to tell me?”

“Hmph,” Her beautiful face, which was almost a perfect mirror of my own, scrunched up in disgust. “I see my eldest is as lacking in manners as always. No real surprise there.”

Before she could go on Angelica interrupted with a grating voice more fitting for a hag than a noble’s daughter. “Mother dearest, let us not drag this out more than it needs to be. Someone like her is certainly not worth your time. I have some great news too you know, I...”

I flipped her bird before she could even continue. “Fuck you too, tiny hag, now shut up before I do things I might actually regret!”

“Ithelyn!” My mother yelled at me with the exact same manner of faked furry that I had earlier used on the maid. “Behave yourself or I will punish you! Do not think you are too old to be given the cane.”

The evil twinkle in her eyes made me shiver in disgust, though I still folded, after all I knew better than to truly enrage her. “Yes, mother. I apologize for my rudeness. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” I could almost hear the mouthed “Boy” she had added afterwards and had to clench my jaws just so I didn’t let out a nasty retort.

“Now then, I called you down here to let you know that from today on you will once more attend the Royal Academy of Witchcraft. I’ve had enough of your behaviour and so I will pray to the gods that the professors there can finally teach you some manners. Your lessons start in two days, and I want you out of my house this very morning. Understood, Ithelyn?”

“Huh,” I blinked in confusion. “I had expected something a lot worse like getting sent to the armed forces or the Inquisition. But a free ticket to get away from this place? Hells, yes!”

“Indeed, Daughter.” The word dripped with venomous intend. “You are certainly lucky that I am so lenient. Now, this is all, you are dismissed. Get out of my sight, Ithelyn.”

Basking in the spiteful glares of everyone in the room, I walked out with a happy skip in my step. It was time for me to pack up! Despite the fact that my mother seemed to have intended for her decision to be a punishment, I couldn’t help but smile at the most recent development. It was actually possible that my life was finally going to get better, seeing as being shipped off to boarding school also meant that I would be rid of “Bitch Witch and the Barely Magical Brats”. Taking two steps at a time I rushed up the stairs to my room. After all I still had to pack my bags... and do another thing. My jaws tightened again as I thought about a certain problem.

Apparently having sensed my agitation Hugin flapped through the air before landing on my shoulder. “Ca-Caaaaww!”

“Your affliction is not something to take lightly, Mistress. It would be wise to...”

“Fine!” I interrupted him. “Fine, you’re right. It will be worse if I don’t check regularly. Still... I am not looking forward to the day when it becomes a real problem.”

With a sigh I walked towards my bathroom and made sure to lock the door behind me. Turning on the mirror lights I began checking the usual places; eyelids, gums, teeth, fingernails, if the books were correct then it would show there first. Thankfully I didn’t spot anything, no bleeding, no discolouration and no pain. Relief washed over me as I took out a small bottle of medical eye drops. I had paid a lot of money for the recipe to a local Dark-Witches shop; at least that had also included them keeping it secret. I put one drop in each eye as I had been doing every day for the last three months. Sometimes the bite wound on my shoulder still hurt but I had no symptoms and I was certainly older than twenty-five the age at which infection normally stopped occurring, so the preventive medication should be enough.

“There! I checked Hugin, happy now? I’m not going to become an angry bloodthirsty monster anytime soon. Yay. Now stop worrying you stupid bird!”

“Caawww!”

“Ouch! Stop pecking my head!”

“Your leniency will be the death of you child and I have need of you yet! Get. A. Cure!”

“Yes, yes, fine! I’m going to look for a cure once at the Academy... can’t be that hard.”

“Caw...” His eyes seemed to pity me.

Ignoring his rude behaviour, like the powerful independent Witch that I was, I shooed Hugin off my shoulder and put on the clothes one of the maids had put out. While a school uniform wasn’t my favourite look it could be quite fun in its own way. After having dressed “appropriately” for the academy I began packing in earnest. The first and most important things were still my alchemical kit and ingredients satchel. Wrapping them in a bunch of stray t-shirts and dresses was about all I could do to keep them safe in the short time. It wasn’t the best of ideas but it would do for now. After that I basically threw everything I owned – including my bondage gear, I wasn’t going to leave that here – into as many bags as I could possibly find. Three large suitcases, two smaller duffle bags and about half an hour later I was finally finished, or at least almost. With a sad smile on my face I approached the lone picture frame on my window still.

“Hey, Dad. Hope you would be proud of me... despite all my failings. I... still love you.” I didn’t care what my mother and other people said; I knew he was still alive and I was going to find him. The Orient had been a bust, I hadn’t even been able to find my extended family, but I simply couldn’t stop now. The scar on my shoulder itched as if reacting to my emotions. It didn’t matter how much I had to sacrifice, I would never stop searching. Even if it was going to take decades, I knew he was out there somewhere; if not in this world then in another.

Before the feelings could overwhelm me I grabbed the frame and tugged it into my handbag; there it was saver than in the bags, I didn’t know who would handle them after all. And I still didn’t trust my mother not to throw away what little I had left of him. Trying my best to calm down and put on a nonchalant facade, I grabbed what bags I could carry and went down the stairs, only to immediately run into one of my hated stepsiblings.

“Angelica.” I deadpanned.

“Freak.” She retorted with an, admittedly, impressive snarl.

“Seriously now? That is what you came up with? Weak.”

“Ha! Coming from you that means less than nothing! After all you are so pathetic that Mother doesn’t even want to put up with you anymore.”

“So? Not like care for her approval. Just leave me be.” Pushing her aside I made my way down the stairs, or at least that had been the plan. Before I could reach the bottom something fluffy jumped before my feet, making me almost lose my balance.

“What the hells!? Angelica! Try and keep your shitty familiar under control! I could have broken my frickin neck!”

The grass coloured weasel had already climbed back up to her shoulders and both of them were now looking at me with disdain.

“Yes, it would be most unfortunate if you broke your neck. After all, who would be left to suck all the dicks in town?”

I stopped still in my tracks. ‘She fucking didn’t, did she? That disgusting, stupid, fucking rat face!’

I was livid when I turned to face her! How dare she say such things to my face? Before I could throw my luggage at her I managed to unclench my fingers and set it down. Step after step I walked back up the stairs to face her, even one step below her I was still taller. With teeth pressed together so hard that it hurt, I addressed Karen.

“Would you care to repeat that?”

Something in my expression made her cocky smile waver, but she had already gone too far to take her words back.

“O-Oh, I don’t know, maybe I said that you like to suck men’s cocks?”

Quicker than even I had expected of myself, my hand shot forward and clasped around her throat. Her eyes widened in panic and I could feel her fingers scratching at my hand but all that seemed so far away. My gaze was fixated on a singular drop of blood pooling around my thumbnail. Had I scratched her? I honestly couldn’t tell. But where ever it came from it was... alluring, the very thing that carried magic through our bodies. What a waste for it to drop to the ground. I removed my hand from her, barely registering that she scrambled away from me. Slowly I brought the drop to my lips, licking it, tasting it, savouring it; I twirled my tongue around my fingers, just to make sure I had gotten every last trace of the delectable treat of them. This had been... divine! How Could something taste so incredibly, I simply needed... MORE. Then suddenly a sharp pain in my left eye ripped me out of the trance. My stepsister was on the ground before me, looking utterly bewildered. I looked towards her and smiled, my lips pulling back to show far more teeth than I should have been able to.

“Goodbye Karen, hopefully we won’t have to see each other ever again.”

“You... You fucking freak! Lunatic! Monster! I’ll tell Mother about this and she’ll put you in an asylum!”

“Yes,” I grabbed my luggage from the ground and left without turning around again. “I am sure she will try."

I was barely out of the door when all the bravado left me. Just what had I been thinking?! What had I been doing!? I had licked another person’s blood off of my fingers like some kind of fucked up demon or - the thought made me shiver - or something far worse. Almost as an afterthought I remembered the pain in my left eye. With numb fingers I wiped away an errand tear, only to startle when they came back blood red.

“What the...” As quickly as I could I took out my phone and looked at my reflection. There I saw not only Hugin's worried look from my shoulder, but also a single blood shot eye.

“Fuck.” My teeth clenched in horror. “This isn’t good. No... no, wait, I’m okay. I took my medicine, I am too old, it has to be something else.” Slowly my jaw relaxed and I got my breathing under control. “Okay, fuck this. I am going to figure out what is going on when I’m at the academy and I’m certainly not staying to find out what else might go wrong today.”

Grabbing my bags I quickly made my way to the car in the front court. Whatever I was coming down with, being around my mother wasn’t going to help. It was far better – and easier – to choose the flight forwards. ‘Goodbye dread Witch, and creepy old manor. A new life awaits, perhaps even one where I get to meet some cute witches! I certainly wouldn’t mind hitting on some...'