Monstrous Horizons Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“Colonel.” A soldier snapped a salute as I entered the brig.

“At ease. Have you had a chance at the water cart yet?”

“No, Sir.”

“Go ahead and take a break. Go visit the water carts if you want. I’ll be visiting our prisoners.” I stepped past him and opened the door to the prison.

He hesitated, clearly struggling with something, before he finally spoke. “Sir, your orders were for no one to go down there alone.”

I sighed. I had said that, hadn’t I? Now I was going to break that rule.

“I’ll be fine. Take a leave soldier.” I barked with a bit more force.

He jumped and headed out of the brig in a hurry. Meanwhile, I walked down into the cool underground floor of the building.

It was dark down here, with four cells big enough to hold half a dozen men if needed. The only light source was two barred windows on either side of the prison, casting long shadows.

Charles was gone, no doubt already receiving his lashes. Tar worked fast.

That left me alone down here with the lovely air elemental.

She stayed seated, tracking me with those pale blue eyes of hers.

In theory, I could control all air, so what was stopping me from controlling an air elemental?

Magic in this world was on large part about intention and symbolism. Often times rituals in the books sounded like they were primarily about drawing large quantities of mana though continual concentration and action. The ritual was a focus for the larger spell that took more time to gather the necessary mana.

So, what could I do to bind and control an air elemental?

I stood there looking at her with one hand on my chin while my other hand tapped away at my bicep.

Symbolic and intention to bind her, ideas came to mind as my eyes roved her form. She’d somehow gotten clothes since last time, loose silky cloth flowed over her form, bulging at her chest.

“What are you here for?” She asked, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Thinking.” I said, as I played with ideas.

That seemed to give her at least a little encouragement. “Thinking about poor little me?” She twirled her gray hair with a finger as she bit her lips in hope.

“Thinking about how to bind you to myself.” I was honest. There wasn’t much she could do about it.

That made her eyes open wide, and she panted. “I’d do anything for a taste of you. I can feel your magic in the air, you have the flavor of mana and something else, something greater.”

My attention shifted at that. “Greater?”

“Mhmm.” She sashayed to the bars and pressed her forehead against them. “So delicious. Something even tastier than a magic user. Have you been touched by a god?”

I had, in fact, but what that meant for her or the rest of the monster girls, I had no idea.

“You have! I can see it in your face.” Her eyes were wide as she licked her lips. “Oh, now I hope your binding works. Do you want to play with me?” She mashed her chest such that they squeezed between the bars and the fabric pulled taught enough to make out not only her nipples but the small bumps that marked the edge of her areolas.

They were light ripe fruit ready to be plucked.

Get it together.

I needed to focus, and she was making it hard. Still, she had gotten close enough that I could try something.

Drawing on my air sorcery I pushed a finger to her throat and concentrated on what I wanted.

She dipped her head like she was going to capture my finger with her lips.

But I stopped her with a firm command. “Be still.”

She froze, and I went back to work trying to bind the air elemental. A collar seemed like the perfect physical representation.

However, even as I pushed and tried to tame all that she was, it slipped through my sorcery time and time again. There was something missing, something besides the element of air that she was.

It wasn’t till on accident I lost my focus and slipped into life sorcery that the binding I’d been trying clicked.

Black tendrils sprang from where my finger rested on her throat, wrapping themselves around her neck like a choker tattooed into her skin.

I was excited and horrified at what was happening. It wasn’t the air I was putting in a binding on, but her very life force. There had been nothing about this, not even speculation in Sam’s journals.

But I’d started it. I was connected to her very life force at the moment. I’d damn well finish this.

Focusing back on the task at hand, I’d almost finished the choker, but then it was just symbolic of a binding. I wanted her bound to me. For that I’d have to make a symbol for it to be mine.

Inky black dripped down from the tattooed collar, forming a five-sided pendant, and I marked her as mine with my seal in the center of the pendant, which rested just where her clavicles came together.

“What have you done?” She panted, her sweet breath brushing my face.

“Bound you. I think.” I stepped back and felt for what I’d intended. A sorcery tied to her life with several commands at my control. I could give her several simple commands, or I could grant and remove her access to the air element.

It worked and I couldn’t help but smirk as I had done something this world had thought impossible, just a little luck and more creativity.

“Kneel.”

She sank to her knees, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

As I unlocked her cell and stepped in, her eyes only continued to grow. She panted in anticipation and watched me closely.

“You will not ensorcell me in any way.”

“I can’t, I can drive you to oblivion with pleasure, but I have no chemical or magical way to force your compulsion.” She answered, and I could feel her honesty through the binding.

A bit of earth magic to make sure the door down here didn’t open. I unbuckled my pants and slid them down to the ground.

“Your name?”

She gasped as my half chub flopped out. “Sylvia. I already know your name, Colonel.”

Sylvia shuffled forward on her knees and looked up at me for confirmation before she let her hand glide up my thigh and touch it.

I realized she must still be worried that this is some sort of trap and tried to ease her concerns. “Will you work for me, Sylvia? Be my air elemental.”

She took a tentative lick. It was like a small slipstream of air caressed the sensitive underside, lighting up every nerve with a delicate touch and quickly correcting my half mast issue.

“Yes, I’ll be your good little air elemental if I can taste this often.” She gave my engorged member another tentative lick. “You really have no idea how delicious you are. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to feed from another man after that first lick.”

I raised my brow in curiosity.

“Truly.” She kissed the tip. A whirling current of air wrapped around it in a tantalizing novel sensation, like being brushed with a thousand threads of the finest silk.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to have another woman after this. You are truly amazing.” I combed my fingers through her soft hair and found purchase on her scalp, guiding her head forward.

She gave a knowing smirk as her lips parted and wrapped around the glans, making a seal with her lips. Then the whirling sensation tripled as the air elemental sucked on my cock.

Fuck, that was heaven.

My hips rocked before I even realized what I was doing as I chased that pleasure, sinking myself deeper into her mouth.

Sylvia if anything was amused as she looked up with half-lidded eyes, enjoying me as much, if not more, than I was enjoying her. Her tongue ran wild like a hurricane swirling all over my length, lighting up sensitive nerves as she started to suck in earnest.

It was a fantastic warm wet blow job, entwined with a torrent of wind that danced along my length, transforming it into something out of this world.

I rocked into her mouth, feeling myself ratchet up quickly to the peak.

“Slow down, no need to be in a hurry.” I tapped the back of her head.

Sylvia only shot me a scowl as she redoubled her efforts, and it was like a wind tunnel had a hold of my cock as currents of silken air swirled in her mouth. She swallowed the glands around the tight sheath of her throat.

Her throat worked my swollen head, and I was at my wit’s end.

I tried to speak but all that came was grunts as my body started to spasm and I rushed headlong to the peak and over the top of my own pleasure.

Gripping her head, I shoved myself as deep as I could go as she sucked the orgasm from me and I painted the back of her throat.

She cooed around my over sensitive head, sending me into another spasm where I had to hold on to her to stay upright.

When she leaned back, I grabbed onto the cell bars to stay upright. My legs felt like jelly.

Sylvia, however, was having a very different reaction.

I could feel the magic in her swell far beyond what I’d felt yesterday. It continued to balloon till she shredded my binding with a rush of air as her element went out of control in the prison.

What had I done?

I could only curse my luck as I felt her magic grow well past my own as she arched her back and let out a keening cry of her own orgasm.

Her chest glowed as her cry of pleasure increased, and I felt the binding tug at me. She’d destroyed it, but held onto it. Now I could feel her magic chasing back through that link into me.

I tried to stop her, throw up magical barriers, but her magic swelled and I felt like I was in a little dingy facing a titanic mid Atlantic storm.

Her magic blew through me, scouring everything, but leaving just as fast as it came. Yet it only left the smallest of obligation tied back to me.

Through that, I could feel my binding again. Only she was burrowing it deeper and deeper into herself, entwining it with her very being, as it became more than a superficial binding. It became part of her.

She finally rode through her bliss, and her magic began to settle back down to reasonable levels.

Amazingly, my binding was now more thorough than ever. I not only had the ability to give her simple commands, but the full breadth of her amazing magic power was at my fingertips.

I had just dipped my senses into the binding when her magic streamed into me, filling up my air sorcery and bringing it to entirely new heights.

“What have you done?” I asked, picking her up off the floor. She was as light as a feather.

Sylvia only gave me a giddy smirk. “I’m bound to you, you gave me so much power. I wasn’t going to grow into a greater elemental for several hundred years yet one feeding from you and I spanned that gap.”

I had no idea what the difference was between what she was and a greater elemental. However, the power she displayed was terrifying.

“Why did you bind yourself deeper, you could have done anything in that moment?”

“Didn’t want to get free. I wrapped everything you had around me, but on one condition.” She smirked, looking a little less out of it. “You have to feed me once every seven days or the binding will break.”

I blinked, staring at her. She did what?

She must have seen the expression on my face, because she clarified.

“Master, I am truly and completely yours on the one small caveat that you feed me your seed once a week. You have no idea how potent your seed is. Tasting any other man would be like eating sand now.” She pulled herself together to give me a serious, searching look.

There was a vulnerability in her searching gaze that told me just how important it had become to her. She’d taken a leap of faith in binding herself to me. What she saw when her magic went through me had given her that faith, but she still needed reassurance.

“I accept that responsibility.” I traced the tattoo of a solid black collar with my seal on a small pendant hanging below it.

There was no problem in my mind ‘feeding’ her. That had been the single most pleasurable moment of my two lives.

However, having her bound to him and walking around the fort was going to cause some serious issues. Issues I’d have to figure out fast.