I stand chained to a wall by a spell, in some kind of circular room, most likely a tower. That there should have been caught like that! My dulled vigilance is to blame for everything - after all, I was at a party at an old friend.

We drank there ... oh, a lot of things we drank there! Including the faler wine given to my girlfriend by some of her admirers, as she said. This is the fault of the whole thing ... it was mixed with a process - a potion that does not have taste, color and smell, blocking all the magical powers of any magician who tried it. Recognizing a process is actually possible, by an elementary test for the presence of magic ... but ... I was so careless!

And now I pay for my carelessness. For in combination with the amount of alcohol, the processes not only did their dirty work, but also knocked me out - I don’t remember how the evening ended, so now I just have to wait - sooner or later the process disappears, my strength will return and I will free myself. And oh, what then will I do with this “admirer”!

Footsteps were heard behind the wall, and a man in a purple raincoat with silver trim walked into my round room. Hm If I were in myself, I would instantly recognize the highest mage, but then it took me a few seconds, until I saw his eyes - purple with silver sparks. I wanted to tell him everything that I thought of him, but he slightly moved his hand, and my voice was gone. It is completely incomprehensible why I need him, without my strength and voice?

“Finally you are mine ...” he came closer and all his clothes melted into a quickly disappearing lilac fog. He was well built, muscular and ... excited. His penis is a very impressive size stupidly sticking forward. His face, however, remained hidden by a gloomy spell — a sensible precaution.

With a flick of his fingers, he dematerialized my dress - just below the belt, capturing what he was interested in, namely my pubis - he immediately put his hands on my hips and began to stroke his thumbs. I tried to twitch, but he, apparently stripping me, also immobilized. He knelt in front of me, his hands quickened the pace, and I suddenly felt shame and despair - how simple it all turned out, a little poisoned wine at the right time in the right place, and he can look at me and touch me everywhere ... Tears of powerlessness came to my eyes when he slightly spread my hips and slid his palm between them, looking for the clitoris.

And suddenly I felt that ... I like it! As if he had guessed my feelings, he weakened the effect of the spell, he began kissing me, right between my spread legs, he walked his tongue around the edge of my lips and barely noticeable touches began to lick my clit, excited ever more strongly. He caressed me with his tongue, pushing all corners of my flesh ... He bit my folds, and his hot palms squeezed my thighs more and more ...

He ran his right hand into my bosom, he found the entrance to me and licked him for a long time, stroked his fingers, revel in my juices, because, in spite of everything, I enjoyed his skillful caresses ... And he plunged me further passion, and now, when he simultaneously moved his fingers in my vagina and licked my clit, I could not stand it and bent in a sweet convulsion of an orgasm, and he immediately clung to my entrance and I felt like he was digging into me at every passionate beat , pressed to my lips ... and it only strengthened my orgasm ...

I closed my eyes, and when I could open them, I saw that I was already standing by the wall in my bedroom ...