Witch Chronicles

"I will never join you. And I know your limits. Unless I accept
your spells in some way, you can't permanently alter my mind.
Somehow I will find a way to escape and stop you."

He just smiled. "Soon, lieutenant, you won't want to escape.
Although it is true that permanent mental changes are almost
impossible on an actively resisting target, temporary spells that are
constantly refreshed do almost the same thing."

"But that requires constant energy. Eventually you will slip."

"Ah, but there's something you don't know. Every dark mage is
granted a... special ability. It costs no energy, so it's easy to
refresh. My special ability," he yanked the chain, and I fell into
his grip; as soon as he touched me, I had an overwhelming desire to
get fucked by him, "is the ability to control the sexual desires of
anyone I touch."

Quite frankly, thanks to his touch, I didn't really care about his
explanation. The only thing I could think of was how I was going to
get his cock in my ass. I rubbed my body up against him and cooed,
"Please, sir, could you fuck me? Please?"

"Of course, dearie, but first you need to get me hard." He leaned
back, pushing his hips forward. It wasn't hard to figure what he
wanted, so I leaned over him, got his dick out of his pants, and gave
him a wet, sloppy blow job. Once he was hard, I let him out of my
mouth, and, panting lustily, I asked, "Would you fuck me now?
Please?"

"I guess I could do that. Climb on up here, dearie." I stood,
stripped off my pants, and climbed up, straddled his lap, steadied
his dick, and lowered myself onto him. As soon as I was all the way
down on him, a bit of my lusts were assuaged, but it wasn't enough.
I bounced up and down on him, needing his cum in my ass. He grabbed
my breasts, licking them passionately while rubbing me all over. He
didn't cum right then, but I did. He shoved me on the floor, saying,
"On your hands and knees, wench."