Chapter 4

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Damian awoke before the sun rose, and carefully untangled himself from the sleeping waif at his side. He had a task to attend to and needed to be on the move swiftly. He quickly dressed, donning the black silk shirt and Heavy pants, along with his leather armour and bracers. He then silently cast several protective spells on himself. A basic iron guard, along with enchantments against fire and magical force along with spells to silence his footfalls. He then went downstairs and spoke to the wife of the innkeeper who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

“Good morning Goodwoman.” He said in a low voice. The woman let out a surprised squeak and turned around, as she had not heard him approach.

“Good morning M’lord.”

“I have an important task today. I ride out to deal with the bandits that have been plaguing the caravans around here. I have good information on where they are and will be searching for them and bringing those that survive in for transport to the Royal prison later on. The young lady upstairs is still asleep. Let her sleep as long as she wills. When she comes down feed her well, and put her to work on any minor tasks you see fit. If she is disagreeable, feel free to give her a swift swat across the rump to correct her behaviour, and advise me tonight. She was well punished last night, so a moderate swat should gain her attention fairly well.”

“Yes M’lord. I’ll see how she fairs helping me in the kitchen today. I’ll not be to hard on her. She’s a tiny little thing.”

“Indeed. Fate has treated her unkindly, and I shall remedy that as best I can over the next while. But I am a Magister, and she is my ward. I shall brook no disobedience from her. I would appreciate any effort you can make to feed her up a bit. Shes been malnourished for some time, and before two nights ago, she hadn’t eaten for three days.”

“Aye M’lord. I’ll keep her with me in the kitchen and have her be my taster. She’ll not be lacking any food today. Also keep her out of trouble if shes out of the eyes from our customers. Shes a pretty little thing now that you’ve cleaned her up a bit, and I’m sure some of our lesser refined folks would hassle her if she was left in the common room unaccompanied.”

“The stables are around back, correct?”

“Yes sir. Would you like for my Husband to ready your horse for you?”

“Please. I’ll go and let Alasara know that I am going, and that she is to obey you as she would me, then I’ll be off. I should be back by nightfall, with any small amount of luck. If I am not back in two days take her to the local Captain of the guard and let him know that she is an Imperial Ward, and is to be taken to the Capital on my orders.”

“Yes M’lord.” With that, Damian headed up the stairs, and slipped quietly into his room. A ray of fading moonlight feel on the form of his sleeping ward. She looked quite peaceful, curled up under the blankets. He sat down on the bed and gently touched her on the shoulder. She gave a soft moan and rolled over, her sleepy eyes glancing up at him in the darkness.

“Alasara, I have to go. I’ll hopefully be back by nightfall. Sleep as late as you want. Then go downstairs and eat. Obey the Innkeepers wife as you would me while I’m gone.”

“Yes sir.” She sleepily whispered.

Following a strangely strong compulsion, Damian bent low and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, and then he stood, tucked the blankets back up over her shoulders and quietly slipped out of the room. As he left he glanced back ... Alasara had snuggled down into the blankets and was already asleep.

He grabbed a loaf of the wonderfully fresh heavy black bread, still warm from the innkeepers oven, and cut it in half and slathered it in butter and honey, then put it back together. He had the innkeepers wife wrap it in cloth and headed around back. The Innkeeper had the black stallion saddled, and Damian mounted up and rode away from the inn.

Damian rode north in the quiet chill air, munching on the loaf of bread and honey. He knew roughly where the last several Caravans had been attacked by the bandits. Two of them had been left with no survivors, only being reported by the burnt out waggons and corpses left by the side of the road that have been reported to the local guardsmen. It was approaching dawn when Damian found the signs of the last caravan.

He cast a minor divining spell and it led him to a small game trail a couple of hundred yards away. He tied his horse to a tree near a nearby stream and left plenty of rope so the horse could graze while he was gone. He then slipped into the woods and began to stalk his quarry. He followed the mental promptings of the spell he had cast and moved silently through the woods. After about fifteen minutes of quietly following the spell, he detected a hint of woodsmoke in the air. Damian unsheathed his sword and mentally readied several combat spells.

The first sentry he saw was half asleep leaning against a tree. Damian moved silently up behind him, and hit him sharply behind the ear with the pommel of his sword. The sentry collapsed and Damian caught him, and pulled his limp body into some bushes, partially concealing him. Damian cast a quick sleep cantrip, ensuring that the man would not wake up before Damian was done with his task of subduing or destroying the bandit group. He then climbed a nearby willow tree to get a quick look at the camp that the bandits had.

In the pre dawn light he quickly appraised the layout of the camp. About ten tents lay in the clearing, with a large fire pit with a cooking frame over it. The ashes of last nights fire gave off a hint of smoke. An icy smile came to Damian’s face and he slipped down out of the tree. There could only be a dozen of them at most. This was going to be almost too easy. The only one that would be even remotely challenging to him would be his primary quarry, a half orc Berserker that wielded a large battleaxe. This creature was his reason for being here. The Bandit leader had escaped another Magisters wrath several months ago in another region of the Empire, and had fled here. Damian was not about to put up with the creature creating havoc in the area that he watched over.

Damian circled the camp further and spotted two more sentries, one another half orc and a human. Both were not very alert, but these two were close together. It would be difficult to get them both silently. He crept through the brush silently, almost invisible in the pale light of the rapidly approaching dawn. He drew the dagger from his boot, and whispered a spell. The dagger now crackled with pale green lightning dancing around the edges of the blade. The half orc was about ten yards away, with the nearly asleep human right next to him.

With whip-crack speed Damian hurled the dagger, which caught the half orc at the base of the skull. The arcane energy that Damian had imbued the blade with discharged and the half orc collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Damian quickly drew his sword as the other sentry started to turn at the noise of his falling comrade. The sword blade flashed and tore out the throat of the remaining sentry. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, bright red arterial blood rapidly pooling on the ground beneath him. Damian paused to wipe blood that had sprayed him off of his face.

He slowly strolled into the clearing where the bandits had set up camp. It was time for a bit of a wake up call for the remaining bandits. He muttered an incantation and released his will. Lightning flashed down out of the clear morning sky and vaporized the cook stand over the fire pit with a earthshaking crack. Panic shouts as the remaining nine bandits piled out of the tents. Some had weapons in hand, but several of them just wore pants. One held a loaded and cocked crossbow, which he raised and began to point at Damian. Damian just grinned as the bandit fired. The bolt hit him and bounced off, showing the effects of the ironguard spell that Damian had cast back at the inn. Damian reached behind his back with his left hand and pulled out another dagger. He mutter another arcane incantation and this time, the dagger glowed bright blue.

“An attack on the person of an Imperial Magister is treason. I find you guilty. The sentence is death.” With a flick of his wrist, the dagger flew across the clearing. It impacted the crossbow carrying bandit in the chest and the spell Damian had cast detonated. Pure magical force shattered the bandits ribcage and spine and turned his internal organs into mush. The bandit flew backwards and impacted a tree, blood pouring from his mouth and ears, clearly dead.

Several of the other bandits looked at him with shock, and two immediately dropped the swords they were holding. The leader of the bandits just growled and stepped forwards, hefting the large battle axe. Damian focused in on the weapon that the towering hulk was carrying. It was a brutal two headed war axe, with a haft a good five feet long. The Orc wielded it one handed, and carried a large round shield on his other arm. Damian activated his mage-sight with a thought and swept his eyes over the group. The Orc was the only one with any magical equipment, with the battle axe and bracers that he wore both glowing under his mage-sight.

With a feral grin the Orc charged him, Axe swinging in from the side with terrifying speed. Damian quickly conjured a mage shield for his left hand and deflected the blow to the side, although the force staggered him, he remained standing. His sword flashed and drew blood, a narrow cut high on the shoulder of the Orc, slicing through the leather armour that the bandit leader wore like it wasn’t there. Damian spun behind the bandit leader, dove and rolled away, and quickly skewered another bandit through the chest with a quick thrust of his sword, then turned back to reengage the huge half-orc.

The huge brute had a confused look on his face as he spun back to fight with the black armoured mage.

Damian closed in and once again deflect a massive blow from the half orc with his mage shield. His sword flashed in and once again drew blood, this time a more substantial cut to the bandits shield arm. The half orc growled with frustration and then let out a battle cry, knocking Damian to the ground with a bash from his shield. Damian, with battle trained and magic enhanced reflexes, turned the knock to the ground into a roll, and once again, his sword flashed, and took out the throat of another bandit who looked like he was about to join the fray.

Under his breath Damian voiced a quiet spell, and the blade of his sword began to glow red. The half orc charge him again, swinging the axe in a vicious downward swipe. Damian parried the blow just barely redirecting the vicious swing off to the side. The glow on his sword began to intensify, and then Damian lunged, the blade sliding past the shield of the half orc, and slid into the shoulder of the shield arm. The energy that had been building up on the sword discharged, and the Damian’s opponent convulsed in pain as the arcane energy course through his body. Damian withdrew the blade, spun quickly, and brought the blade around in a blinding fast two handed arc, and cleanly beheaded the bandit leader. A massive spray of arterial blood sprayed across the clearing. The two bandits that had dropped their weapons fled quickly into the forest.

Damian glanced their way and made no move to pursue them they could be tracked later or just left to flee. He had bigger issues to deal with. The four remaining bandits had gathered their courage and we preparing to attack him together. Damian’s primary purpose fulfilled, he felt no need to expend any unnecessary effort on dealing with the remaining bandits. He chanted in a low menacing voice, and let loose his will, and his sword began glowing brightly, containing the force of his magic. With a flick of his wrist, a dozen bolts of pure magical force flew from his sword in a spray. Three bolts struck each of the bandits, shattering ribs and in one case, caving in the skull of one of the bandits. One lay groaning in agony, still alive, but obviously mortally injured. Damian walked up to the fallen bandit, and after a quick check to see that his wounds were mortal, dispatched the bandit with a quick dagger thrust between his ribs and into his heart, ending the bandits life.

He gathered his thrown daggers from the corpses of the fallen and collected the axe and bracers from the dead berserker. He dragged the bodies into a pile and checked the corpses for anything of interest. He collected the coins, and one thinner longsword, that looked to be of eleven make that he thought would make a good weapon for Alasara, once he trained her in sword work and self defence. The lighter, but strong elven blade would be of a good size and weight for her small frame. He then muttered the words for a strong fire spell and incinerated the collected bodies of the bandits.

After a quick check to ensure nothing of value was left in the camp, he used a tent pole from one of the bandits makeshift shelters and sharpened both ends. With considerable strength he drove the point of the 6 foot long wooden shaft into the ground and then collected the head of the bandit leader. He impaled it on the wooden spike, and then cast an aversion ward on the head and pole, and then a preservation spell to slow the rot of the head. No bandits would be using this camp for some time and anyone who came upon the camp would witness the consequences of banditry. They may escape the notice of the Emperor for a time, but the gods would not be kind to those who gain the attentions of an Imperial Magister.

With a pouch of several dozen gold and more than 200 silver collected from the dead bandits, and some assorted jewellery he found around the camp collected, he bundled that up, along with the Orc’s magical bracers, the battleaxe and sword and headed back towards his horse. He looked back at the clearing. 10 dead bandits, two fled, and a magical weapon taken out of evil hands. No matter how you looked at it, that wasn’t a bad days work for an instrument of the Emperors will. It was time to head back and see what his little charge was up to at the inn. He looked at the sun. Just after mid day. He should be back at the inn for supper.

He made his way along the game trail, found the sentry that he had knocked out earlier and quietly slit his throat. No need for a trial at this point. The sentry had nothing of value worth keeping, so he incinerated the corpse with a quick fire spell. Once he made it back to his horse, he put the money and bracers in his saddlebags and tied the magical axe and eleven sword across the back of the saddle. He untethered his horse and head back along the roadway into town. An hour and a half ride had him outside the tavern where he had left his charge in the morning.

Damian reined in his horse and stopped for a minute to contemplate before he headed into the yard of the tavern. He reached down to his belt and activated the seal. He mentally composed his report to the Emperor, and then quietly spoke the words of the spell to activate his Seal. The completed sentences for the bandits would be magically spread to the other Magisters in the Empire. He also mentally sent a small additional report directly addressed to the Emperor in regards to Alasara, and her circumstances.

If he was to fall in combat now, the Emperor himself would ensure Alasara’s welfare would be looked after. It was the bare minimum he felt was necessary at this point. She had suffered far more than anyone her age should have. He had included his suspicions on the nature of her parents death in his report. His workload precluded investigating further at this point, but ensuring that further investigation would happen at some later point was looked after. Even if he was killed during the next few assignments, another Magister would be looking into the circumstances of the death of Alasara’s parents. Justice in the Empire might not be swift, but it was thorough when the attentions of those in power were brought to the fore.

He gently flicked the reigns of his horse and slowly trotted into the yard of the tavern. He got down off the horse, and a young lad, about fifteen appeared out of the shadows and took the reigns of his horse.

“Make sure he gets some warm mash tonight.”

“Yes sir.” The stable boy said as he nodded. Damian tossed the lad a silver piece, and opened the door to the inn.

“My Lord Magister, welcome back.” The tavern keeper said. There were more people in the tavern tonight than the previous. Several turned and stared at the warrior. The town was not used to having an Imperial presence, and having a Magister in the area had drawn the curious. A man dressed in better clothes than most of the other patrons approached cautiously.

“My Lord, may I have a moment?”

Damian looked him up and down.

“And you are?” He questioned...

“The town Magistrate m’lord.”

“Ah, good. The bandit problem that you reported has been ... dealt with in a most emphatic fashion. I have forwarded my report to the Emperor already. Two miscreants escaped, but I have killed 10 of the others, including a half orc who was leading them. He had a magically enhanced weapon and bracers of speed.”

Several of the people in the tavern gasped. Magic was rare and to have a bandit using magical weapons was almost unheard of. That he stated that ten of the twelve were dead by his hand alone was a feat of martial prowess that would be told in the town for generations.

“Does the local garrison have anyone who specializes in the use of a battle axe?” Damian asked the magistrate.

“Not currently M’lord.”

“Well then. Wait here.”

Damian quickly ducked back out of the tavern to the stables and retrieved his saddlebags and the weapons he had taken from the bandits. He ducked back into the tavern moments later, and handed the magistrate the axe he had taken from the bandit leader.

“Here, add this to your armoury, but place it under lock and key until you have someone worthy of wielding it. This battle axe has moderate magical enhancement. It should cleave through most armour and from what I have seen, it also adds to the strength of the user to a certain degree. If you have problems with a magical beast or whatnot a trained axe user should be able to use this to good effect.”

“You have no use for it M’lord?” The magistrate asked, somewhat shocked that a magical weapon would be turned over to the town guard.

“Not currently. I do not favour the axe, and my sword has significantly better enchantments on it than that axe bears. And it’s much too heavy for my ward to use. Keep it for a time of war or for a champion should it be needed.”

“Your will, my lord.”

“Now, I am in need of food, and I need to check on my ward.”

“Your ward?”

“Alasara Miller.”

“Oh, yes ... a sad case that. Lord Merrick ordered the Temple to care for her for the next two years until she reached her majority, after her family was killed.”

“Lord Merrick felt that a cloister was an appropriate place for the girl then?”

“Not my place to judge Magister. I only deal with criminal matters. All other matters go to Lord Merrick and his council. I thought it somewhat odd, but the girl ran off rather than live there. She hadn’t been seen in some time.”

Glancing around the tavern, most of the patrons had gone back to their drinks or food, but several were still paying attention to the two officials conversing. Damian muttered a quick incantation and cast a spell that would render his words unintelligible to those paying attention.

“Yes, well, she is in my charge now. The Emperor himself is aware of her plight. My duties take me elsewhere for now, but I, or someone else may be taking a significantly deeper look into the fire that claimed her parents lives. I’d like for you to do some quiet investigating and prepare a report for me on that. No mention of that to Lord Merrick, are we clear?”

“Yes Lord Damian. You shall have my utmost discretion on the matter.”

“Good. Now, I need food. I leave by midday tomorrow at the latest.” The magistrate bowed and turned and left the tavern. Damian dismissed the spell and turned to proceed into the tavern.

“And where is my young charge?” He asked the innkeeper.

“In the kitchen my lord. She has been helping my wife. And doing a good job of it. She knows cooking well.”

“Well then, I should check on her and speak with your wife.”

The innkeeper led him to the large kitchen at the back of the tavern.

As they came into the kitchen he paused and smiled. Alasara was sitting on a stool, next to a large high table int he kitchen eating a small pastry of some sort. The innkeepers wife had obviously taken him at his word. She wore one of the plainer dresses that he had purchased for her and an apron. Her long red hair was swept up in a ponytail. When she heard the door open, she looked up and a small shy smile came upon her face.

“Welcome back Lord Damian.”

“So formal little one?” He walked up next to her and ran his finger down her spine, getting a small gasp and a giggle from Alasara.

He turned to the innkeepers wife. “And how has my charge done with you today? Has she been helpful?”

“Oh yes, Lord Damian. She’s been very helpful all morning. We made the mid day meal together and she’s been helping me prep for supper. Your young lady here knows her way around a kitchen fairly well. She’s been no trouble at all.”

“Well, you have my thanks for looking after her for me while I was gone. My task is completed in this area for now, so tomorrow we shall have to leave. What have you two ladies come up with for dinner tonight?”

“We’ve a game hen stew with dumplings and fresh herbs. Your young one did most of the work on that. And one of the local farmers was having problems with feral hogs so we’ve two whole roast boar on the spit out back. Given we’re busy, but some of that will be for the mid day meal tomorrow.”

The innkeeper came back into the kitchen. “Lord Damian, I have a cold box in the cellar. Would you be amenable to a small trade? Dinner tonight for your and your charge, and breakfast tomorrow, with something to take on the way with you if you renew the magic on the cold box. I shall have to have the spells renewed next week anyway. If your magic can do that? The local hedge witch usually does it for me, but if you are here and it is convenient?” Damian nodded.

“Indeed, that spell is well within my means. It is a small thing. I’ll take that trade as more than fair.”

“Your young lady was very helpful today, and no complaints, even tho we were busy. Your presence has drawn a crowd. We draw good custom for dinner and into the evening usually, but lunch today was almost double the usual crowd for mid week.”

“I’ll renew your cold spell in the morning for you, before we head out. I used significant magic today during my fight. It is a small spell and I could do it, but I prefer to keep a reserve in case of any problems. With my profession, one must always be prepared. Once I’ve rested it will be little effort.” Damian paused. “If dinner is well in hand, I’d like to steal Alasara back from you. I’d like to sit relax a bit before eating dinner.”

“Oh certainly M’lord. It was a pleasure to keep an eye on her for you. You two are welcome here any time you are in town.”

“Alasara, come sit with me for a bit. Then we shall try the game hen stew that you apparently worked so hard on today.”

Alasara took off the apron and grabbed the plate with the pastry she had been eating and they went back into the common room. Damian glanced around, looking for somewhere to sit. There was a pair of large chairs by the fireplace that no one was sitting in. They wandered over and sat in them. The innkeepers wife came over, eager to pay attention to her important guest. Damian asked her to bring him a large glass of Imperial brandy so he could relax before dinner.

With a bit of a worried tone in her voice, Alasara questioned him in regards to the fight earlier in the day. Damian gave her a quick breakdown of the encounter, until his glass of brandy appear then he grew silent, slowly sipping on the glass.

He looked over at Alasara, who still looked somewhat worried.

“I’m fine. No injuries little one. I’ve dealt with much more serious situations than today. My skills were tested somewhat today, but it was never a desperate situation. The only fighter of worth was the half orc, with his magical axe.” He motioned to his lap. “Come ... sit.” She came over to him and sat on his lap. Damian pulled the waif up against him with one arm. “Trust in me Alasara. I have been doing this for years. My magic and skill with a blade are not undefeatable, but I am a formidable warrior. I have seen dozens, if not hundreds of fights, many of them much worse than today. One of the things that I took off the bandits was a mithril elven sword. Once we begin our travels I shall be training you in it’s use.” He brought the glass of brandy to his lips and drank, and then indicated she was to take a sip.

Alasara gasped and coughed as the fiery liquid went down her throat and Damian let out a low chuckle. “Careful not to take too much. It can burn if you aren’t used to it. But it is relaxing.”

He saw the innkeepers wife looking at them and he held up 1 finger, and indicated that he wanted Alasara right where she was. She grinned at him and came back to him with a large bowl of the herb heavy game hen stew and a plate of bite sized slices of black bread that had been lightly buttered, served for dipping in the stew or mopping up any left over gravy. There was one spoon. The big comfortable chairs had a low table next to it, where the food was placed. Alasara wiggled, beginning to get up off Damian’s lap, when he pulled her back into place.

“Stay put.” he lightly growled in her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper, as he tucked her head against his chest. “You are right where you need to be. Relax, trust me. I need to put on a bit of a show, and I’m marking you as well in my favour publicly. This is actually an intricate wee bit of spell-work, so please little one, relax and let me concentrate. I quite like having you right where you are.”

Alasara relaxed against him and then her eyes popped right open wide and a little gasp of shock escaped her lips as the large bowl of stew floated up off the low table and hovered in the air in front of her. The spoon floated out of the bowl, and to her lips and she savoured some chicken and a dumpling with a herb heavy sauce. She giggled in awe as he continued to slowly feed her from the floating bowl and spoon. Eventually she leaned back in contentment against him. “I’m full Damian.” She whispered. The bowl then floated down to the table. She looked at him and there was a light sheen of sweat to his brow.

“Was that difficult? She asked.

Damian paused for a couple of seconds before he spoke softly in her ear. “Not difficult, or powerful ... Just, a bit intricate. I had to concentrate.” Alasara sat up and then turned and straddled his lap so she was facing him. She reached down to the table and picked up the bowl and spoon and proceeded to feed him the remainder of the stew, often dipping pieces of bread and feeding them to him. They finished the meal and settle back into the position with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her wait, sitting in companionable silence for a while after the good meal. The innkeeper eventual came over and took the dishes away. “M’lord, would you like anything else?”

“More brandy.”

“Yes M’lord.”

Eventually, after sipping on another mug of brandy with the occasional sip given to Alasara, Damians eyes began to grow heavy. He nearly dozed off in the comfortable chair, with the girl on his lap. After he had nodded off for a second time, he gently got Alasara to get up and they proceeded up the room. Damian once again muttered the arcane phrase that dropped the aural shield spell into place and locked the door to the room. Alasara sat on the bed, waiting for direction, looking somewhat fearfully at Damian’s sword, that he had slung across the back of a chair.

“No worries about anything that harsh, Alasara. I think it’s a bit early in your sentence for you to go without a reminder, but the Innkeeper’s lady-wife had nothing but good to say about your behaviour today. You did well. Now, undress, and put on your night shirt.”

Damian stood and took off his shirt, and then sat on the edge of the bed. Once Alasara was into her night shirt, Damian pulled her into his lap.

“I need to set a few rules going forward Alasara. We’re going to be travelling together for a while. In public, I need you to be very respectful. I’d like you to call me Sir in public. For public consumption you’ll be an Imperial apprentice courier. It will explain you walking around armed. It’s one of the jobs you very well may be given at the end of your sentence, so it isn’t even much of a falsehood. But I may well be somewhat harsh with you if you forget yourself and use my name. When we are in private, you may use my name.”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, you did well today. So tonight, you get a reward as well as your punishment for the day. I’m just going to use my hand to warm your bottom tonight.” Damian had Alasara lay over his lap and then flipped up the back of the nightshirt and expose her pale bottom. He ran his hands over her ass cheeks and she shivered at the contact. His had dipped down in between her legs, finding her pussy damp. He ran a finger between her lips and up to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Alasara moaned and her bottom wiggled at the intimate contact.

“You are a beautiful young lady Alasara. I’m glad to have you travelling with me. And from the feel of things, you aren’t entirely terrified right now are you? You seem to respond well to my touch. Even when I’m harsh with you.”

Alasara whimpered as his fingers continued to dance across her clit and caress her nether lips, and then slowly across her asshole. She shivered as his finger danced across that dark tiny hole. Damian lifted his hand away, and then brought his and down sharply and she let out a soft yelp. His hand left a nice pink hand print. He then began spanking her slowly, with firmly measured slaps that covering her entire bottom with pink. After ten slaps to her now tender bottom, his hand drifted back between her legs and he slipped a finger into her now soaking pussy. Alasara groaned as his rough finger penetrated her, and Damian slowly moved his finger in and out.

“Mmmm, good girl. Just relax, and feel.” Damian added another finger and Alasara groaned with pleasure as she was filled. His thumb found her clit and rubbed that as his two fingers slowly speed up and she began letting out moans and gasps of pleasure. He felt her nearing her peak and slid his fingers out, and then his hand cracked down again and again, this time concentrating his spanks across the bottom of her ass cheeks, leaving her sit spot a darker pink. Five blows to each cheek, alternating between, leaving Alasara gasping, her body quivering at the mixture of pleasure and pain. He then quickly and somewhat roughly slid two fingers back insider her drenched slit, and thrust them in and out, filling her and quickly bringing her back to near her peak. She gasped and whined as he filled her, and then suddenly she let out a little shriek as she came on his fingers. He didn’t stop and kept going, bringing her higher and higher and she quickly neared her peak again. Just before she was about to cum again, Damian fed a small amount of magic directly into her clit, she let out an string of incoherent babble, and her whole body shuddered and went limp across his lap. She had passed out from the sheer pleasure, her mind overloaded with the mixture of sensations brought on by the mix of pleasure, pain and magic.

Damian smiled, and gently picked her up, cradling the limp girl in his lap. He tucked her head against his shoulder and waited for her to come to, gently rocking the petite girl and stroking her hair. After several minutes she began stirring, but slowly, and almost weakly. Her eyes opened but they were unfocused. She slowly regained focused, and she looked up to him, eyes open in wonder.

Damian smiled at her, and tucked her hair back behind her ear, and then his head dipped down and he gently kissed her forehead. “Good girls get rewarded. Now sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow.”