Small theoretical question.

If an 800 year old existence lost all memories of sex, does that make him a virgin? His body isn't, but his mind is right?

Anyway, shit gets real next chapter, this one is a bit short but a bit large on the ero ero side (thats all that matters right?)

18+ unless you dont get innuendos in which case the only real word you need to watch out for is "sex" (2 times in the Author note...... HEY dont blame ME its mature >.>)

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Cornelius : "What did...you...just do?"

He had an inkling on what she did, but he had to be sure before he proceeded on with the conversation. He could feel her next to him, he could feel her consciousness intertwined with his.

Ismene : "I have bound us..."

Cornelius : "Bound?What does that mean? What have you done to me?"

Anger and a slight sense of panic invaded his voice as he asked these questions. It was his first time seeing magic, at least that was what he presumed it was.

Ismene : "Forgive me master, I forcibly subordinated my soul to yours. It has no repercussions for you, only for me. For ever and ever, you now own me, and I belong to you..." She said, forcing herself off of the floor and then collapsing onto the bed. Her face was flushed and her breathing erratic. She looked like she had a fever or was in heat.

Cornelius : "Explain, what are the consequences of that action which you just took?" His anger calmed slightly as he stood over this panting woman. What animal would rage at such a helpless creature. He was a being of logic, or rational, but he still had a conscience, no matter how faint, so he allowed her a moment to catch her breath before pushing her for an answer.

Ismene : " My soul is bound with yours, should you die, so will I. Your commands are my laws, your wants, my needs, your wishes, mine. Should you ask that I throw myself from this window I am compelled to comply for the sole purpose of making you happy, should you tell me to stand in front of you and face dangers for you I would, for you and you alone. Where before I walked into this room I hardly knew you, now you are my everything, such is the effect of this spell. I love you with my whole heart and any harm to you is harm to me."

Cornelius : "Why would you--" He was interrupted by a weak kiss from Ismene. She smiled at his baffled face. She giggled a bit then let herself flop onto the bed.

Ismene : "Why would I let myself be bound to you, to be your slave for the rest of my life or yours whichever ends first? To obey your every command? To force my mind and body to fall in love with you where once no love existed? Partially it was impulse, but truly my love, I desired to belong to something divine. I saw an opportunity to bind myself far above this filth that permeates the world, to rise above the scum and the corrupted assholes of this race. Forgive me, I used you to allow myself to leave this place, but that was then, this is now... Now, I am completely undeniably yours. Even now, should you reject me and tell me to remain here I would be stay. Instead of misery at my lot in life however, I would feel joy. That would be your command, and I would fulfill it to my last. Win- Win right? Even should you order me to die it would not be worse then my previous situation."

Cornelius : "Did you know what would happen before you used the spell?"

Ismene : "Yes master, I was aware of the outcome..." She stared into her eyes, a fearless and heartfelt smile on her face.

Cornelius : "You used me? Why not bind yourself to someone else and allow them to control you? Why suffer through unneeded pain. Why me?"

Ismene : "As I have said before master, you and you ALONE are worthy of owning someone . To bow to the others would be outright treasonous to my ancestors. None of them could bind me unless I wished for it. This bind is a one way thing, it cannot be forced, it must be given as I have done. I wish to belong to you... " She then seductively eased the shoulders of her dress off, revealing white skin that stood out among the gloom of the dimly lit room.

Cornelius was dumbfounded for a few seconds before he gathered his thoughts again.

Cornelius : "Are you sure about this?" He had to confirm it, just to extinguish the last remaining shred of doubt.

Ismene : "I know that my intellect is not exactly up to Stratovian standards and my looks are sub optimal, but if you wish to take me I am ready. There might be a slight problem if I were to try and bear your child however..." She said was a wry smile. He paused at this, wondering what she meant by "slight problem". Seeing the hesitation on his face she reached out her slender arms and pulled him gently into her bust. She gave a reassuring smile once again and started to slip off the rest of the dress. In a voice, as soft as her skin and as quiet as the dress sliding on that skin she spoke

Ismene : "I am unsure of whether my body can harbor the offspring of a primus, which may result in the inability to have children. " Sadness was evident in her voice, conflicting with the large smile on her face. A massive sadness, not from having sex with a man she just met, after all in her eyes HE was all that mattered now, she loved him. No, the sadness was from her own inability to please him, to prove herself wholeheartedly. The natural order of things influenced humans to make offspring and she assumed that Stratovians were similar in desire. A woman who could not bear a mans child did not deserve the man. Such was common knowledge. Even more so when she was a mere human laying with a Stratovian primus. This was a failure on her part, a failure larger then most possible but the worst part was that she could do nothing to right this failure. It would always be lurking, no matter how many times she would attempt to create life with him she would always have doubts on her ability, doubts on her efficiency as a mate, and doubts on why she even tried...

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If the act was pleasing for him, that would be enough, but the ultimate purpose of sex would be to procreate, and without that it was hollow. A simple lust induced action without meaning.

Doubt and regret at her ability plagued her as her thoughts spiraled downwards, even deeper then failure even deeper then a hollow action, even deeper then his sadness...

Cornelius : "Thats it? That was your problem? Its ok, I don't want a child anyway right now, later on... I guess we shall find out?"

Suddenly her self made prison was shattered as once more a light shined in her dark mind, interrupting its ever downward spiral into depression. She looked at him again, his eyes staring into hers from the valley of her breasts. She let out a fearless smile and slowly pushed his head downwards, towards her place. The place she was unsure of but he was willing to accept.

Slowly his face approached that crevice in her legs, now bare from the cover of the dress, pushed further and further by her gentle hands. She was watching him this whole time, studying his reactions, his subtle changes. Would he truly accept her, was she good enough? When his face fell off of her belly and down the gap she noticed, as hard as he tried to hide it, his face flushed. He was dumbfounded at the current turn of events.

She giggled, picking up his hand that was laying on the bed, guiding it to her breast. She had noticed, although the primus was most surely not a virgin, he had forgotten all past experience. She was overjoyed at having the opportunity to teach her master something. She sat up, took off his pants and began her lesson.

The initial going was rather slow, as he had no idea what he was doing, but under the guidance of her gently hands they managed to get through the rough foreplay and on to the main act itself.

When they began Cornelius was shocked at the blood as he took her maidenhead. She giggled the way she does and explained to him that, while being a slave denied her rights, her value would drop as an expendable servant should she lose her maidenhead early.

"It was saved in case a powerful lord took a fancy to me as some had to those seven handed to your heroes. Each was broken and "claimed" by a lord. They are leftovers while I am pure."

She then went on to explain, during the act, how most female servants would be used only for their first few times or whenever that particular lord wished. After the lord grew tired of them they would be sold to pleasure houses for the profit of the crown. Those seven were already broken as people, and were only awaiting the rest of their days as toys. What difference did it make to the kingdom who their owners were?

"But you *UHH* MaHHssstter" *Grunt* " are above them, *UHH* you are beHHter. ImaGIne their surprise when *Gasp* everyOHHNe wake up tomorrow *Moan* and have to eXPlain..." He paused a moment receiving a set of puppy dog eyes from Ismene. "to them, how you won my heart." She reached up with her arms, a squelch sound rang out from their conjoined area. "Although, you -" She paused, enclosing his lips with her own. The kiss lasted a long time. When she finally separated a strand of saliva was dangling between them. She panted for a moment, then with flushed cheeks she continued " don't have to explain anything. You will never need to explain your actions to everyone I will make sure of that." Once more a broad smile filled her face as she ran her fingers over his body. Right after that she persuaded him to continue, using the same puppy dog eyes from earlier.

After a seemingly long time later, he decided that he should sleep. Ismene seemed a bit sad about this but acknowledged that it had been a long day for him. She looked at his back once more, a heartfelt smile surfaced once more as she leaned in behind him whispering softly in his ear

Cornelius : "Goodnight master"

She then cuddled next to him, placing her arms around him and falling asleep as well.

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Comments? Criticism? Leave it below, This is my first fanfic and my first depiction of a sex scene, how did I do? I'm not actually sure how its going to go from here on out. I know that Eventually I need to get to the start of the prologue but what happens till then is up to (me, you, my whims, your comments, a random dream, the twins, who knows?) If you guys have been reading the "spoilers" about the Stratovians and want more, just say so and I will put more. I refrained this time because I haven't seen any comments about them so I deemed it not worth the effort to write them down as condensed information.

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