OOC: Sorry for the late reply, internet crashed on me

Hearing her own moans only made her blush more as her lips remain locked with the mystic's. Her nicely firmed breasts twitch and vibrate with the thrumming links of the chain. Kanoe shivers as she felt those delicate fingers slide over her bare belly down to her thighs. She could feel her nectar as the woman runs her fingers along her inner thigh.

The witch gasps a breath as the kiss finally broke away. Kanoe was breathless, this mystic knew how to kiss. Though she would never admit that to her captor. As she was catching her breath between soft moans, her eyes widen as she felt the woman's fingers slide into her mouth. She could taste the musky fluids on the woman's fingers and she knew it was her own nectar.

The thought of biting down crosses Kanoe's mind as the woman shows her dominance over her. She glares at the woman though it did not appear very threatening in her aroused state. Her cheeks were blushing in a mixture of anger, embarassment and heated arousal. With another moan, the witch shuts her eyes and lets her tongue slide over the woman's dripping fingers. Resisting would only make things worse. She could only endure for now.

How long she would endure was a matter of debate, but it didnt matter, short or long, Mage will have her way with the nubile student.

Soon she pulls out her fingers from that warm mouth, her digits all covered and glistening with Kanoe's saliva. These wet fingers she playfully slides down the students delicate throat, past the bumps of her collar bones before trailing slowly down to the chains, gliding back over to the unattended breast before finally wiping the excess off as the wet fingers twirl over the engorged areola.

Mage toys with Kanoe's breasts for quite a while, often she would have the chains vibrate a little faster just so she could hear her captive squeal in delight before slowing them back down and letting her cool off, just to do it again. This went on for quite some time, being brought to the verge of release, then back down again, then up, then down once more. Mage was ultimately building her up for the climax, but it wouldnt hurt to see if Kanoe would protest to what she was doing.

Kanoe's skin was warm to the touch as the glistening fingers trail down her neck. Her heart was beating rapidly as the fingers trace down her chest, coming to rest on her erect areola. She could not help but coo softly in pleasure. The woman's touch on her sensitive body made her quiver inside, rewarding her thighs with fresh nectar.

Her breathing quickly grew to short pants as she felt herself growing closer and closer to what she thought was the woman's goal. Her firm breasts sway gently with her shuddering breaths as tries to press them into the mystic's hand. The sooner she reaches that blissful point, the sooner her captor will have her fill. The chains began to vibrate against her breasts and folds faster now. Kanoe was moaning with every breath now, it was almost time. Just as quickly as it came, the chains suddenly slowed down. Then they sped up once more. Her body was shuddering as she began to squirm. She tries to move her body but all she could do was thrust her chest out towards the woman which was not enough to send her over the edge. The young witch groans through clenched teeth in frustration. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Ahh! Why do you keep toying with me!?" she blurts out, almost screaming.

"To which I answer with another question. Why should I not keep toying with you" she answers with malice filled voice. "Here you are, bound, rooted to the spot, slave to my every whim... I could leave you here, you know, at the mercy of those buzzing links...... kept on the edge for who knows how long....."

Her hands moved away, leaving only the chains to stimulate her, still going fast, then slowing down, even as Mage prattled on. "But I would bet you like being toyed with, shown the limits of your body...." The links on her crotch stop buzzing and start to slacken as the black puddle that lay still underneath Kanoe began to stir. It sprouted several growths which in turn, grew 'hands' out from their ends. A pair rubbed the inner thighs of the student while another pair grabs onto her chained up breasts and starts to knead, and yet still another takes her nipples into its fingers and begins to pinch and roll them around.

With her slit void of stimulation, the witch only has those hands on which to gain stimulation, though she would be hard pressed to gain orgasm from their caresses.

"Now tell me, dear Kanoe, what does you body want right now??"

Kanoe shivers as she listens to the woman's voice. Her captor had every intention of toying with her till the end. Her hands close into fists as she strains against her bonds in impatience. The witch's teeth grind on hearing the words she was growing to despise; toyed, slave. She tries to move her legs but they remained rooted by the chains, it was useless to resist. But, even when she does not resist this woman still takes her time.

"I want you to drain me and leave me like a rag doll!" Kanoe cries, "Is that what you want to hear from me? What do you want from me?"

Strands of her hair fall infront of her face, sticking to her sweating cheeks. Her composure was lost. The long periods of teasing stimulation was leaving her body and mind frustrated. Her body was completely under this woman's will. What more does she want from her? The chains had stopped but now hands were groping and caressing her quivering body. She groans as her nipples flick and remain painfully errect to the growths' hands. Kanoe presses her breasts further into the hands as she looks away from the woman, trying to focus on the stimulation instead of her little game. Sweat glistens off her burning body, causing her to shiver as the cool breeze of the wind washes over her. She almost screams again as she feels the hands caressing her inner thighs, just out of reach of her dripping cunt. Kanoe's legs shiver and strain as if she was trying to guide the hands to her dripping sex. That was half right, the other her feeling of fatigue from her body being run up so far to it's peak was becoming just as tiring as climaxing itself. The young witch stifles a whimper as she struggles. She knew just one of those hands inside her would be enough. Thinking about it filling her body only made her quiver more as her nectar runs freely down her thighs to the caressing hands.

Her words did not sit well with Mage, and she frowned, woe to the person that made the sorceress frown, for they knew not what evils await them.

"I tried to be gentle, young one, all I wanted was to hear your sweet voice beg for it, but seeing as you keep on trying my patience, I guess I'll just have to teach you to obey!"

The shadow hands grip tight on whatever they were caressing, the fingers pressing into Kanoe's soft flesh as they apply enough pressure to leave a mark on her cream colored skin. Yet more growths started to appear from the lake of shadows below, one displaying itself infront of the witch. It was thick, ridged, shaped like a phallus as it squirmed around like some vicious snake, white liquid dripped from an opening in its tip, another one, just as thick and textured and dripping as the other one, lay poised to strike at her rear.

The liquid you see seeping out is a very potent alchemic mixture, meant to keep you at the height of pleasure, always at the brink of orgasm, very expensive to make mana-wise, but for you, it is all worth it."

A wave of her fingers and the hands that were squeezing her so tightly withdrew some distance away, and with another wave, the phalli and the hands are set ablaze with a familiar shadowy flame, the same fire that caused her insides to burn with lust.

Mage moved her head close to Kanoe's, her warm breath blowing over the witch's face as her diamond eyes begin to glow an evil red.

"You wanted to cum so badly? then prepare to drown....."

Kanoe found some brief amusement that she was finally able to try this woman's nerves, though it was not exactly intentional. Feeling the hands tighten almost painfully she knew that it will lead to regret very soon. She gazes at the shadow phallus, dripping with white fluid. This woman was going to break her but, at least both of them will find their end. Her body was growing more and more tense as the woman explains the effect of the mixture on the shadow tendrils's tips. Just thinking about it was making Kanoe hot though she would never dare tell the mystic that. Her captor was going to get all the mana she wished from her and still leave the poor witch in a state of near permanent bliss.

It was a little late to apologize for her insolence, not that she would even with the option. Her arms strain against her bonds as the woman moves up close to Kanoe. This was it, this woman is going to take her to a point she cannot imagine. What could she do? There was only one thing a defiant girl with no power can do, push the woman's buttons one last time. The young witch quivers as she sees the mystic's eyes glow a dark crimson. The woman's words were venomous and filled with malice. Kanoe's heart was skipping beats as forces her head closer. Her lips met the woman's in a very soft kiss. With the last bit of her strength, she wills herself to keep her voice steady as she gazes at the woman's glowing eyes.

"Have fun.."

Mages frown turned into a smile, a sure sign that she was indeed going to have fun. Her mouth opened some, revealing flames or dark energy flickering inside. Her petite hands move up and cradle Kanoe's head, steadying it, preparing it. Silence ensued, not even from the forest, from the wind, from anywhere, the student only had her beating heart to listen to, and the roar of the black fire. The slack chain on her crotch tightens, positioning themselves to the sides of her folds to ensure her cunt lips grips the sorceress' little gift firmly.

And now it begins. Mage pressed her warm lips onto Kanoe's once more, injecting the seething fire into her being. The hands quickly moved, back to what they were caressing and transferring the lust inducing flames into the witch, before starting to stroke and grope with more vigor than before. The shafts positioned, shivering slightly before stabbing into the witch's nether holes with force and speed, twirling around some before slowly starting to piston in and out of those tight passages.

Mage kept on feeding her the fires through her lips, till every fiber of the student held enchantment, she would find it hard to touch anything without getting aroused, and this would last for a few days. Now every stroke of the dark hands were amplified, every knead on her tightly bound bosom, every pinch and flick on those rigid pink peaks, every stroke on those soft thighs, magnified.

The phalli thrust slowly into those over sensitized canals, the nubs rubbing into the tight walls, ridges flicking against the quivering nub down below with each slow pump. It would not be long before the sensations drive the young mystic mad with pleasure.

The silence was deafening as Kanoe gazes at the dark flames flickering inside the woman's lips. Her heart was beating in her ears as everything else fell mute. She was quivering but, not from the chain that had tighten around her folds. A mixture of fear and awe was in the witch's glazed eyes. She was amazed by this woman's power. Kanoe did not need to use the woman's lesson to know the amount of mana flowing between them. She can feel it, the power beating down at her. Was it going to smother her before it even begins? Now, she will experience this mystic's powers fully.

Kanoe's eyes were growing wider as she felt the flames flow into her body. The flames that were filling her body made the encounter on the roof look like a candle. Her cunt was already dripping fluids onto the blazing hands that were now stroking her thighs. She could not hear herself moaning as her heart raced, pumping burning hot blood through her aroused body. But, it did not stop. Her passion, her lust, it kept building and growing as it blazed inside her body. Whether it was the spell or her own held down emotion, she did not care anymore. The young student did her best to keep her lips locked to the woman's as she was nearly screaming in pleasure.

The young woman's eyes looked ready to pop from her sockets. The two shafts thrust hard and deep into her enchanted body. Kanoe found herself trying to spread her legs further apart as her eyes began to roll back. There was no reason, no resistance. Her mind, her body were nothing but a blazing fury of lust and desire. The witch's oversensitive cunt and anus tighten to painful levels if the ooze were capable of such feeling. But, the solid ooze did not slow down, grinding steadily inside her spasming body. The chains binding her wrist nearly tear into her flesh as she strains against them, letting forth a piercing scream into the enchanted kiss of her captor. Her sex was madly contracting around the thick shaft as her nectar began to gush out in a large climatic mess.

Drool began to trickle out the corner of Kanoe's lips as she finally felt what she begged for, pure bliss. The climax did little to calm the flames that blazed within her. Her sensitive ass and cunt clenching the two pistoning shafts only made the feeling more intense. Every ridge of the tendrils flicked over her pounding clit, standing fully erect to meet every feeling of the long shafts, prolonging the blissful feeling of release. The valves keeping her mana sealed were torn open as she gives in completely. At this point, if she knew how to she would give her mana willingly to this woman just to feel more of this intense moment.

Her initial climax was to be expected, but the energies she radiated were vast, It was taking quite a while to take it all in, but Mage manages to get a steady flow of mana into her.

Kanoes movements begged for her to continue, to pleasure, to fuck, to anything, she was giving it all just for this moment of bliss, a moment that would soon feel like an eternity.

The black phalli began to spurt the white liquid inside the student, filling her insides with the stuff, as much as she could take even as it began to spill out the sides. The effect was immediate as the orgasm faded, she didnt weaken or come down from the peak of pleasure. No, it felt like she was constantly on the edge of another one, she could cum so many times and she would still orgasm as long as the stimulation kept up.

and keep up it did.

the phalli thrust into her twitching holes with ever increasing speed, the chains themselves vibrated all over her body in joyous chorus as she came and came and came, all the nectar from her cunt dripping onto the dark puddle, which caused it to become even more violent in its movements, squeezing and groping those warm breasts hard, nipples abused every which way. This was truly rape at its most mystical and its most primal as Mage sucked every last sliver of mana Kanoe held inside her body till on a trickle remained, the last drop the sorceress cant and should not take.

Kanoe leans more and more into the ooze's appendages. She felt fatigue seeping into all parts of her being as the first climax was slowly coming to pass. Despite her feeling of weakness, she desperately continues to kiss the woman's blazing lips. The insides her legs glisten with her womanly juices as they continue to flow freely down the tendrils and drip down to the dark ooze at her feet. Her eyes were barely open. Her vision was blurring and growing dark as she felt her strength ebbing away.

The woman lets forth a loud groan as she felt the phalli pumping fluids into her spasming body. Her strength was rapidly returning though she was already suffering muiltiple climaxes from the enchanting stimulation. Kanoe was screaming as she suffers her body releasing over and over again. The only thing keeping her lips locked to the woman's was her hands still holding her head close.

The phalli were increasing in speed. Every thrust brought forth a gush of nectar and white liquid as the woman suffers another climax. With her body fully enchanted and the strange white mixture holding her body at that blissful point, Kanoe's body would not stop cumming. The witch's eyes remain half closed as she was completely lost in a daze of ectasy. Her body was as relaxed as it possible could as the two phalli glide freely inside her two passages. She could not hold herself upright, leaning heavily into the groping hands on her chest. Every little pinch, tug, and twist of her painfully engorged tits seemed to only add to the stream of nectar and liquid that was flooding out of her climaxing body. Her luscious full orbs grind into the squeezing hands as Kanoe's mind floats in a sea of pure bliss. She was beyond screaming now, her mind could not comprehend the amount of pleasure her body and mind was experiencing now. There was nothing holding back the woman's mana as it gushes into her captor's being. Her mystical strength continues to fade until there was barely enough to keep the poor witch alive.

The moment comes to pass, mere minutes of pure climax seemed to have gone on for hours, but finally, the witch was void of any usable energy. The phalli retract out of the girls sore holes, white liquid and nectar still seeping out of her pussy as the hands that once stimulated now cradle and lift Kanoe's limp body as Mage slowly pulls away from the girls warm lips one last time.

They rest the drained girl onto the bench as the chains on her body retract back into her necklace, lovely chain marks run all over her body as the flesh tries to return to its natural state. Now that the witch is firmly seated, the puddle withdraws all its hands, the runes becoming liquid and rejoining its parent source as it seeps back into the ground till it is no more.

The witch lay there, panting, eyes half closed, limb unable to move, there was not a sight more appealing than a well drained girl still drowned in pleasure. Now for the parting gift.

A single black flame, pure darkness, erupts from Mages finger, and she presses it on the spot just between the students collar bones. The smell of singeing flesh fills the air as the pure black fire etches an ornate flame surrounded by a brush stroked circle onto her skin, a sort of tattoo, but more permanent. Even though it smelled like it, the witch would feel no discomfort, only the finger pressing down on her sensitive skin.

With the deed done, she redresses the naked girl, her clothes re-appearing out of thin air, still sans the under garments, covering her and hinting nothing about what just transpired. Now all Mage had to do was wait for her to gain some strength back, and while waiting, the sorceress adopts her feline guise once more, settling down on Kanoe's lap for a little cat nap.

Kanoe breathing was eratic, barely audible cries escaping her lips with each breath. Her body fell forward, fully supported by the hands as she feels the phalli slide out of her clenching holes. The witch's warm nectar followed with one follow final climax from her now unfilled body. She was not aware of anything. Her vision went dark as her body was gently lifted off the ground.

The young woman remains unconcious for some time, her body exhausted and drained completely. The slight rise and fall of her chest was the only sign that the woman was still alive as she lays on the bench. The sun was setting as the air around the park grew much cooler. A faint groan escapes Kanoe's lips as she finally begins to stir. Her body did not wish to wake but the chill of the night was making her slumber difficult. Her eyes open, her blurred vision gazing at the stars that were becoming visible in the sky. For a moment, she thought it was just a dream. But, the cool air caressing her still damp thighs and sex reminded her otherwise. With a gasp, she tries to sit up quickly but only moans and quivers. Her body was still weak. The witch felt warmth on her lap. Her hand reaches over, brushing over the feline's fur.

Kanoe's cheeks blush as she felt her body quiver. The mere touch of her clothes was sending a sensation through her body. The gentle brush of her blouse against her hardened nipples left every breath pleasing her gently. Even now the woman must still be teasing her. She lets her hand rest on the feline. The way she felt, she must be drained of mana. Why was her captor still here? Her necklace was back to normal, her clothes minus her undergarments had returned from the ash. She had nothing left to be taken, what else could this mystic want with her? Unless the lazy cat just wanted to sleep there out of coincidence.

An eye pops open as the sleeping cat senses the awakening of her perch. She stirs from her rest and yawns, sitting up on Kanoe's lap as she looks at her with feline eyes.

"Awake already? My my, who would've guessed you would recover so quickly..."

Mage fixes her whiskers for a moment before starting to address the witch once more. "If you look in a mirror, you'll see a small black mark between your collar bones.... A mark of apprenticeship...."

The cat hops off the students lap and onto the ground, looking back at her newly claimed apprentice. "Be honored Kanoe, your the first apprentice I've ever taken.... and your first assignment is to dispel the mark on your chest.... given your level of power and skill, I would guess it should take around.... 30 years? give or take 5 years.... until then, I can find you wherever you are using that mark....

Her tail swishes, and a silent spell is cast "Theres a small illusion spell cast on you now, that should keep you safe till you get to the dorms... but run quickly now.... it should last about, say, 8 minutes..."

With that, the feline hops into the bushes and disappears from Kanoe's view.

Kanoe did not bother sitting up as the feline spoke to her. At first, the witch thought she was being mocked by the cat as she lays there barely staying concious. But, the mystic continues, speaking of a mark that was now on her collar. The young woman blinks in slight confusion only to then gaze at the cat in shock. An apprentice? But, she thought the woman did not care about such things, being all powerful and such.

With a groan, she manages to sit up on the bench. The simple act of movement was both straining and stimulating for Kanoe's weary enchanted body. She looks down at the feline, still a bit shocked at the sudden act of kindness, if one could call it that. Her hand gently rests over the spot the mystic claims the mark to be at. She could feel her heart beat a bit faster. The young witch was unsure if it was from the enchantment or the fact she has been accepted as an apprentice. She sighs softly, thirty years was a bit longer than she cared to take on one assignment. As the feline finally left her presence, Kanoe could already feel her eyelids drooping shut.

"Thank you.." She murmurs faintly at the already gone feline.

Her body sways weakly as she forces herself to stand and begin a slow walk to her dorm room. A mixture of the chilling winds and the caress of her skirt across her oversensitive thighs left the young woman shivering all the way home. The young witch was unsure if she managed to open her door to her room before blacking out and collapsing to the floor, letting exhaustion take her body into a deep slumber.