Chapter 5: Completely
Nathaniel’s body hung limply from the chains, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, the air thick with the lingering scent of magic and sweat. His mind drifted in and out of consciousness, the edges of his vision blurring as he tried to focus, but the world around him felt distant, surreal. He had been stripped down in more ways than one—physically, emotionally, mentally. The Witch and the Evoker had torn through every layer of his being, unraveling him piece by piece, until there was nothing left but raw nerve and instinct.
And now, as the Witch stood before him, her eyes gleaming with a dark hunger, he knew that this was the final act.
She moved toward him with slow, deliberate steps, her body bathed in the soft, flickering glow of the candles. There was something predatory in her movements, a grace that reminded him of a cat toying with its prey before the kill. Her dark robes flowed around her like liquid shadow, clinging to her curves in a way that made it impossible for him to look anywhere else. His vision was foggy, but the sight of her was crystal clear—she was mesmerizing, terrifying in her beauty.
Her lips curved into a smile as she approached, her eyes locked on his. “You’ve done well to last this long,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Nathaniel’s spine. “But now… now, Nathaniel, it’s time to give in.”
Nathaniel’s throat was dry, his voice hoarse as he tried to speak. “Please…” he managed, though he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for anymore—release, mercy, death. His mind was too far gone to know the difference.
The Witch’s smile widened, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. “You still have some fight left in you,” she whispered, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. “Good. I like it when they break… slowly.”
She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as she ran her hands down the length of her body, letting the robes slip from her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her feet, revealing her bare skin beneath, bathed in the soft, flickering light of the candles. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, with a faint sheen of sweat glistening across her body. Every curve, every line of her figure seemed to be sculpted from shadow and light, the contrast of dark and pale making her look otherworldly.
Nathaniel’s eyes traced the lines of her body, unable to look away as she moved toward him, her hips swaying with every step. Her breasts, full and round, swayed slightly with her movements, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. His eyes drifted lower, to the curve of her waist, the soft flare of her hips, the way her thighs flexed with every step. Her body was perfect in its cruelty—an instrument of temptation designed to break him.
She stepped closer, her bare skin brushing against his as she pressed herself against him, her hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, a sharp contrast to the cold magic that still lingered in the air. Her breath was hot against his neck, her lips grazing his skin as she whispered, “Do you feel it, Nathaniel? Do you feel how much you want this?”
He tried to shake his head, tried to deny the pull of her body, but his muscles betrayed him, his breath catching in his throat as her fingers dug into his skin, her nails scraping lightly over his flesh. His mind screamed at him to resist, but his body was already responding to her—his pulse quickening, his skin tingling with a mix of fear and desire. He hated it. He wanted it.
The Witch’s eyes darkened with lust as she felt the shift in him, the final cracks forming in his resolve. Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and she moved her hips against him, grinding slowly, deliberately, as her breath came out in soft, sultry sighs. “That’s it,” she purred, her voice low and throaty. “Give in, Nathaniel. Let go.”
She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest, her body moving with a slow, sensual rhythm that sent waves of unwanted pleasure through him. Her hands slid down his sides, her fingers curling around his hips as she ground herself against him, her body writhing in a slow, intoxicating dance of control and seduction.
Her movements became more deliberate, more forceful, but this time, something strange happened. Nathaniel could feel the change in the air, a subtle shift in the magic that radiated from the Witch. Her body pressed harder against him, her hips moving with slow, sensual precision, but as she did, her feet began to lift from the floor, as if gravity itself were bending to her will.
Nathaniel gasped as he watched her rise, her body floating just above him, her legs parting as she hovered in midair. Her dark hair floated around her like a halo, her eyes gleaming with wicked desire as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The smooth, firm skin of her thighs gripped him tightly, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against him with deliberate intensity.
The heat between their bodies was unbearable, his skin burning wherever it touched hers. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard as they scraped against his skin, sending electric pulses of sensation through him. He could feel her magic swirling around them, filling the room with a suffocating, intoxicating energy that made it impossible for him to think of anything but her.
Nathaniel’s mind was screaming for him to resist, to push her away, but his body was lost, enslaved to the strange and twisted pull she had over him. His hands clenched into fists, but they trembled with the effort to hold back as her legs tightened around him, pulling him in closer, the heat of her core searing against him through the thin fabric that separated them.
Her movements became quicker, her hips grinding against him with more urgency now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She moaned softly, her lips parting as she tilted her head back, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Nathaniel’s eyes widened as he felt her magic reaching into him again, teasing, prodding, bending him to her will. His vision swam, every nerve in his body overwhelmed by the sensations she was creating, the barriers he had fought so hard to keep intact crumbling under the pressure.
She hovered above him, her body undulating with a graceful, otherworldly rhythm as her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her thighs flexed around him, her legs tightening with every thrust of her hips as she pulled him deeper into her, her magic spreading through him like wildfire.
And then, the final crack in his resolve.
Nathaniel’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt his control slipping. The Witch’s body, so hot and slick against his, was pushing him over the edge. His muscles trembled, his body betraying him in the worst way possible. He could feel the heat between them intensifying, the unbearable friction pulling him into the vortex of sensation she had created. Every part of him was screaming to stop, to resist, but the magic swirling around them had already taken hold.
With one final, desperate gasp, Nathaniel lost the last thread of resistance. He let himself slip inside her, her body welcoming him with a slow, agonizing heat that sent a shudder through his entire being. The Witch let out a low, guttural moan as he entered her, her head falling back in ecstasy, her eyes half-lidded as she reveled in his surrender.
Her legs tightened around him, locking him in place as her hips moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, every movement pulling him deeper inside her. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of the moment. She moaned again, louder this time, her hands gripping his shoulders as she moved against him, her body floating just above him as she defied gravity itself in her moment of dark, twisted ecstasy.
Nathaniel’s mind was blank, his body no longer his own. He could feel her magic wrapping around him, binding him to her as she rode him, her body moving in perfect, sensual harmony with the dark energy that pulsed through the room. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips moving faster now, her body trembling with the force of her own pleasure.
The Witch’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out a long, breathless cry of pure ecstasy. Her legs tightened around him even further, her thighs trembling as her entire body shuddered in release. Her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest as her hips ground harder, faster, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room.
Nathaniel felt himself being consumed by her, every part of his body on fire as her magic tore through him. The walls of the mansion seemed to close in, the flickering candlelight casting strange, twisted shadows across the room as the Witch’s cries grew louder, more urgent. Her body was a vision of pure, unrestrained ecstasy, her skin glistening with sweat, her fingers digging into his flesh as she moaned and gasped with each thrust.
She floated there, suspended in the air, her legs wrapped tightly around him as her entire body shook with pleasure. Her voice was a low, breathless moan, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her eyes fluttering shut as she rode the final waves of her release. Her hips moved slower now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
For a long moment, the Witch hung there, her legs still locked around him, her breath hot and ragged as she slowly came down from the high of her own pleasure. Slowly, the vice of her legs began to loosen, the movement sending shivers down his spine as she slowly descended back to the ground, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her ecstasy.
As her feet touched the floor, the magic that had held her aloft seemed to dissipate, leaving the room in a heavy, oppressive silence. The Witch stood before him, her body still trembling, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. She let out a slow, breathy sigh, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice dripping with dark, seductive power. “Completely.”
Nathaniel’s body slumped in the chains, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. He was broken—mind, body, and soul. There was nothing left of the man who had entered the mansion, nothing left of the adventurer who had once thought he could outsmart the darkness that lurked within.
He was hers now, forever.