Syatha gazed around her at the other patrons of the tavern. She was feeling relaxed, especially since she wouldn’t be worrying about money for quite some time. Syatha was an adventurer, a career path taken by the strongest of the Forgotten Realms, and was doing quite well at it. She was a Psion Telepath, and had been so for her entire life. She was raised by another telepath, who had taught her everything she knew. He was tough with her, wanting her to be the best, and though it was challenging as a young child, it made her who she was today - one that didn’t take no for an answer, and demanded respect.
She was currently wearing her usual armor, a soft steel ensemble with golden accents, a dark blue and green cape, and a long black cane. Syatha was blonde with long straight hair, which she kept almost always tidy and smooth, making sure it never dirtied during battle. She had full red lips, thin eyebrows, and eyes that deep-set and conveyed lots of emotions within.
Most adventurers had others tagging along with them, but Syatha had just finished a mission with a group, and had parted from them when it had ended, with the group of them evenly splitting the loot. They had been great companions, but she didn’t see them as fit for another adventure, mainly because she didn’t feel very attached or close to them. No matter, with her skills and reputation, it was easy for her to meet new companions.
The tavern itself wasn’t the fancy sort, and she had discovered it on her way to Neverwinter, mainly needing a place to stay for the night. She was currently eating her dinner, a lamb stew that the waitress had recommended, and was now indulging in her favorite habit - looking around at the other patrons and wondering what they were up to. She tried not to use her telepathic abilities too often, especially since she needed rest after using it too often and wanted to save it for something important, but it was tempting, as she was always curious about what others were thinking about her, and if they had any dirty or dark secrets hidden within.
She spooned another chunky mouthful of the broth in her mouth, and spotted a man entering the tavern, one that was immediately heading to the bar. He was quite attractive, with long black and brown hair, silver armor, and a hefty build. He was definitely her type. Her eyes traveled up and down his body as he made his order, and she wondered how she could approach him while being subtle at the same time. She was quite the horny woman, and loved to play with multiple men, loving the art of seducing them. She had been without for the past few weeks, mostly because she’s been so focused on strategy and battle, but now that she finally had free time, she desperately needed some action.
There weren’t many other people around, and so when he sat down, she walked over to the owner, who was currently manning the bar, “what can you tell me about the gentleman that just came in?” She asked, trying to remain neutral.
“Oh, Breth? He’s a regular, lives around here and works as a soldier, “ the tavern woman was big-breasted, and had a corset wrapped around her waist. She looked as if she was in her forties, and glanced at Breth as well, then back at Syatha. “Are you interested?” She asked.
“Maybe…” Syatha smiled, immediately liking her, “is he the type to go for a one night stand?”
“Not sure,” she frowned, thinking, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here with anyone - woman, man, beast…”
“Sounds like I have a tough battle ahead,” Syatha joked. “Thanks for the info.” She tossed a coin to the owner, grabbed her mug of ale, and walked over to Breth, still trying to gather as much information as possible. It was her strong suit, afterall.
She walked directly across from him, looking down, “expecting any company tonight?” She asked in her most sultry voice.
He glanced up at her and gave her a welcoming smile, “I’m not. Feel free to sit,” he said, his voice rough and deep, exactly how she liked it.
She sat across from him, crossing her legs to expose her thighs above the leg cufflinks she had on. “Do you live in the area?” She asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, just around the corner. Just got off my shift,” he explained.
It made sense, since they both still had their battle armors on, “must be quite heavy. Mine is, at least,” she looked down at herself, hoping it would entice him to study her body.
He glanced at her for a second, and nodded, “it’s not bad, I’m used to it. Though I probably should’ve changed out of it before I came by.”
She nodded, “yes… just a force of habit, I guess.”
They spent the next hour or so making polite conversation, with Syatha talking about her travels, and what brought her here. He seemed really interested, and asked more about her powers, not having any magical abilities himself. She raised the mug in front of her with ease, demonstrating some of what she could do, though Syatha was more into telepathy than anything else, choosing that as her Psionic Discipline at an early age, even though her tutor was a Metacreative himself. It was nice having someone to talk to, but she felt a little impatient. He didn’t seem like he was flirting back at all, and all she wanted to do was to get some action. Was she doing something wrong? Maybe she wasn’t his type.
She played with her mug, and twirled the strands of her hair between her fingers, looking up at him from below her eyelashes, “since we’re both such busy people, and never have time to ourselves, I think it’d be a good idea for us to unwind tonight, if you know what I mean,” she purred at him, giving him all she possibly could.
Instead of falling for her trap like most people though, he chuckled awkwardly and said, “sorry, I’m more interested in something long term, though I do think you’re a very nice woman.” A very nice woman?! She felt her powers boiling beneath her skin. A nice woman?! What game was he playing at? Is that really the best compliment he could give her? It felt like an enormous slap to her face.
No, this wouldn’t do. She was ready to be fucked, and this man was going to be the one to do it, whether he liked it or not. She was typically a calm person, but when her temper started to roar, there was no stopping it. “A nice woman?” She gritted out, “how unfortunate this is how you perceive me…” she hit him with psionic suggestion, an easy telepath spell she had practiced since she was a little girl. “Follow,” she said. She watched her power travel through him, taking effect. His eyes sharpened as he tried to struggle, though she knew only the strongest mind would be able to resist one of her spells. He only seemed to battle it for a second before the suggestion took hold, making his eyes look blank and empty. She stood up, picked up the two tankards, and walked over to the tavern owner. He followed behind her, keeping a slight distance, his movements slightly rigid.
“Breth will be joining me tonight,” Syatha said, winking at the owner.
The owner glanced at him, chuckled, and whispered at her conspiratorially, “wow, you really handled that quickly,”
“I know what I’m doing,” Syatha whispered back, and began walking up the stairs, “good night!” She called back, looking back to see Breth still following her. Good, he seemed to be an incredibly easy subject to control.
She found her bedroom and opened the door, seeing her luggage still unopened inside. “Stay,” she commanded, and he stood at the entrance, watching her as she began stripping. Her armor was very hard to remove on her own, but she had been doing it for years now, and it was a piece of cake for her. She removed her cape first, then the shoulder plates, moving onto the breast plate next. He watched her the whole time, his eyes barely blinking.
She reached into his head, wanting to know what he was thinking, I should’ve known she was a fucking witch… they’re never to be trusted. Fuck, what did I get myself into now? He didn’t seem like he was screaming in horror yet - good, she would have plenty of time all night to terrify him. She’s going to absolutely pay when I arrest her. I hope she rots in prison for life…
She almost burst out laughing. Did he really think she wasn’t able to control multiple people at the same time? Besides, she was planning on leaving in the morning, not leaving a trace behind, like she always did. It was another thing she was very adept at.
She took off her skirt, her legs cufflinks, then her heels, leaving her completely naked except for her underwear. She climbed onto her bed and spread her legs wide, then looked down at him, “kneel.” He listened at once, more and more pliable the more she manipulated him. She then cast mind control, needing to fully take over now. Once more, he tried to resist, and she could almost feel it as walls began being built against her magic, forcing her to find another path through. She began pushing against it, letting all of her pent up frustration boil over as she released her energy. It shattered his walls, making him an empty husk as she took over completely.
“Lick my pussy like you mean it,” she said coldly. She wanted to thoroughly punish him for rejecting her in the first place. She continued listening to his thoughts, and almost burst out laughing when she realized he had never eaten a woman out before, despite having a few relationships in the past. She was disappointed in herself for choosing such a prude man, she had expected far better from him for being attractive and fit, but it was her fault for judging a book by its cover.
No matter, she could command him for every step of the process. She pulled her panties off and rested her legs on his shoulders, and he spread her pussy apart, looking at it blankly. Through her mind, she commanded him to begin licking, and he listened, directly aiming for her clit. She was already slightly wet, having not been touched properly for so long, and shuddered as he placed his hot tongue on her clit, licking slowly upwards. “Good, now begin moving your tongue in circles,” he obeyed, doing so awkwardly at first until she adjusted his position.
She read his mind again, wondering what he was thinking now, and was delighted to hear a profuse amount of swearing, all indicated towards her, “how do I taste?” she moaned, leaning back against the bed.
He couldn’t respond, and continued to lap at her. “Move lower,” he did, and thrust his tongue into her pussy. She moaned, pushing her fingers into his hair as she pulled him closer, “yes… like that.” He began thrusting in and out of her like he was fucking her with his tongue, and she could feel her juices pour out, coating his mouth.
She began thrusting against him, not able to control herself. Fuck, she should’ve controlled someone sooner - maybe one of her party members, she had forgotten how damned good it felt to have someone pleasure her instead of just using her own fingers. “Now go back to my clit and use two of your fingers to fuck me,” he listened, circling around her clit again as he pushed his index and middle finger inside. “Mmmphh….” she moaned, and felt him arch his fingers to hit her G-spot. “Fuck, I already feel like cumming…”
She fingered the bedsheet, arching her back as she experienced the pleasure, letting her mind wander back to him as she felt his thought shift from anger to horror. How long is she going to do this to me for? Fuck, I can barely breathe… she’s going to suffocate me and she doesn’t even care… “No, I don’t care,” she moaned, and wrapped her legs around his head to force him into her. It was so hot that she felt herself fall over the edge, and she commanded him to thrust his fingers even harder as she did, her pussy squeezing around him as her whole body shook. She moaned loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her. This tavern seemed like the type that most people came to fuck at, anyways.
It took her a while to calm down, and when she finally did, she pushed him away, a sweet smile plastered on her face as she looked down at him. “Was that as fun for you as it was for me?” She asked. No you fucking bitch. He replied in his head. “You know, this would’ve been a great experience if you just put out…”
Just let me go. You’ve had your fun… I’ve made you cum. Come on now…
“I was under the impression you were going to arrest me if I let you go, so why would I do such a thing?” She asked innocently.
I promise I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.
“Say please,” she said, giving him a wicked grin.
Please. She pretended to think about it, then cackled, “nah. I haven’t even seen you naked yet! Speaking of which… strip.” The command came out silky, and he jerked as his body began listening to her immediately. He took off his armor as expertly as she did, like he had done it hundreds of times before. She gazed at his body lustfully, marveling at his muscles as they flexed and sharpened with his movements. If she had the time and energy, she would’ve loved to lick every corner of his skin. It was a shame he had such a terrible personality for such a stunning body.
When he removed his boxers, she was disappointed to see he wasn’t hard. She would have to remedy this the best way she knew how, “you find yourself obsessed with my body. I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever met, and your dick is the hardest it’s ever been, and will remain hard whenever you’re in my presence from here on out.”
No. Please… don’t do this… no… he begged in his mind to no avail, she could practically see the blood rush to his dick, pumping it up to a significantly large length and width. She licked her lips, staring at it. Yes, this would do perfectly. She got off the bed and wrapped her hand around the base, loving how her fingers couldn’t meet with how thick he was. She wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and sucked hard. She loved the musky scent of him, so ready to fuck her. He jerked into her, unable to control his body.
“Your sensations are heightened ten fold, yet you find yourself unable to cum unless I command you to do so,” she wouldn’t be okay with fucking a premature ejaculator, after all. “You may speak.”
“Please let me fuck you, Syatha… please…” she was pleased to see her telepathy had completely taken over his mind as well. Yes, he was completely and utterly her slave now.
Lift me up and fuck me against the wall. I want to hear the tavern shake. He obeyed, easily lifting her body up with his strength and slamming her against the wall. She undid her bra and threw it down on the ground, loving to see her own tits shake as she gets fucked. She wrapped her legs around him, and felt him align himself against her entrance. Merlin… she was so ready for this.
He sheathed himself deeply inside of her with a single thrust. She moaned, her eyes rolling back. She didn’t think anything had ever been so deep before, it felt so fucking delicious. He didn’t waste any time, and began fucking her, slamming his body into her as she continued to be pressed into the wall. “You’re so beautiful Syatha… you’re squeezing me so tightly. You feel so good… your pussy is so warm,” she shut him up by kissing him, roughly pushing her tongue into his mouth and swirling it against his own. It was messy and sticky just like the sex, and she loved it.
She could feel herself needing to cum again, and him as well, though her spell prevented him from doing so. I need to cum, I need to cum!! She could hear the thoughts roll through his head over and over, and the enormous need driving him insane. He lifted her up suddenly and slammed her into the bed, and he pushed her so hard her legs were right by her face, making him slam into her even deeper than before. It was too much for her, and she felt herself cum, her pussy milking his cock like her life depended on it. Her moans became so loud they were almost screams, and his desperate need to cum himself made it so much hotter for her.
She forced him to pull out and flip her around, and told him to stick his tongue deep in her ass. She felt another wall, pushing her back, desperately trying to stop himself from doing such a dirty act. He belonged to her now, though, and she shattered the wall just as easily as the last. He obeyed, sticking his tongue into her dirty hole as he tasted her. She squirmed and pushed back into him, loving the feeling of it. When she was satisfied, she told him to align his pulsing cock against her asshole, and shove his way inside. He did so, and with the first thrust could only get a third of the way in. She could feel the delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and commanded him to thrust inside again. This time, he was halfway in, though still had a long way to go.
“Mmmmpph… you’re stretching my ass out so much…” she groaned. He held onto her waist and slammed so hard into her the bed hit the wall with a loud ‘thud’ and this time, he managed to push himself all the way in. She was so stretched out she had to force him to stop, just so she could adjust to his size. She pushed her hand down between her lips, and began circling her clit, needing more friction. He began fucking her, making the old bed creek as they sawed back and forth. They both moaned with every thrust, with him continuously begging to cum over and over in his head, making her wonder if she had broken him completely.
“So… smooth… so… tight…” he groaned. He moved even faster, and she matched the pace of her circling to each of his thrusts. Yes… she was going to cum for a third time, and she wanted him to cum alongside her. She felt her legs begin to shake, and then her pussy began quivering, leading to her whole body falling over the edge for the third time. She screamed as she came, and couldn’t hold herself up any longer as she slumped into the bed. In her haze, she gave him permission to cum as well, but told him to pull out and do so all over her back. He listened, and groaned loudly as he stroked himself to finish, his dick spurting load after load as he coated her back with his hot fluid.
When she finally calmed down, she continued to lay there, and told him to begin cleaning her up - but only with his mouth. She felt the outrage in his thoughts, but like always, he had to listen to her. He was forced to lick his cum off of her back, then move onto her pussy and ass and lick those clean as well. When she was finally satisfied, she told him to climb into bed, and she cuddled close to him, enjoying his warmth. She may be there for the sex, but she also loved someone to sleep with afterwards.
Yes, this went just as well as she imagined. He was so easy to manipulate, and it was so fun to listen to him scream, beg and curse internally, she almost didn’t want to let him go.
She thought about it as she fell asleep, wondering how long she could have him as a play thing for, and whether or not his fellow soldiers would miss him all that much.
She fell asleep quickly and soundly, having been exhausted from cumming so many times. She had chosen the perfect tavern afterall.