I lick my lips and cool my breath, a fire called lust searing my body from the inside. This girl is mine, in body and mind. The bluenette thrashes and squirms on the bed we share, overtaken by a curse of unknown origin that has neon pink hearts engraved onto those pretty cheeks. With gentle, practiced touch, I caress my thumb over the heart's magic glow and smirk in delight at my new prize. 

"Alva, you're going to be very good for me if you want this perverse game to go on. I'll have you begging for more long before the sun can rise on this sorry show, rest assured girl." Goddess, this is so easy, I could probably have claimed this poor fool my own long before this lust inducing curse came to visit her in the night. Alva and intimacy are as oil and water in the light of day, but on this night that sultry pink spell has begun to undo her ironclad inhibitions and leave her drooling for my touch. Of course, the ethical choice here would be to restrain the girl and let this accursed magic pass like weathering a sudden storm... but on the other hand, is that really what's best for the girl?

You see, she's begging for release, for pleasure. As a previous victim of this very same curse I know all too well how intense it can be, that roiling need, so perhaps the kindest thing I can do is supply her with enough pleasure to account for all those years she's spent denying such intimacy. 

Alva nods meekly, her body pushing into mine while I still hold her back, trying to tempt me with her warmth and sumptuous curvature. "Mmh... p-please, I want to be... to be good. I know I shouldn't want it, but... a-ahhn~" I swiftly shut the girl up with a finger pressing into her stiffened nipple through a shirt that teasingly clings to her sweltering chest. It needs to come off, at some point her bra was already pulled down beneath the sticky shirt. Such a bundle of lust, all mine to play with, of course I'll break her. 

In this sleepy hotel room resides several of my loyal slaves already, but I've never laid a finger on this one throughout our journey until now. Of course I wanted to, but the attraction was far from mutual and despite her sightlessness... Alva can sure swing a sword. Now here I lay, her personal space becoming my personal play area and not a sing of steel to watch out for. I don't just want to have my fun with her body and face the consequences come morning, I want all of her, another precious pet for the collection. In this state, she's all too easy to brainwash, it won't even be a challenge. Even with her lack of eyes to swing hypnotic focus before, I'll have her so thoroughly under my control that come morning she'll be begging for kiss after numbing kiss. Her mind will be a manual of submission, repeating every word in a constant loving loop.

"Good girl! You're such a sweet thing, really. I think you'll much prefer being my property than some prudish scholar, I'll replace those booksmarts with a desperation for my affection so strong it rivals this unnatural curse." Every light touch I give her makes the girl shiver in unkempt pleasure, her mind a maze of heady haze, a hex placed on her crying sex. I want all of her, I thank this magic for breaking through those staunch defences like a powerful battering ram of pathetic need. "How does that sound, sweetie?"

Predictably, the lust cursed Alva shudders, her breath so erratic like a whimpering animal. "I'm a good... girl? Alva's good?" Oh my, her brain really is shattering to pieces like dropped porcelain. Still, she's fighting the curse even now, that's why I'll have to take the reigns and hypnotise that resistance out of her stubborn self with decisive digits. I'll rearrange the pieces of porcelain into a new design fitting my whims. 

"That's right, hon. Don't you prefer just doing as you're told instead of being so isolated from the group all the time? I can pull you in, make you just as eager to please and euphoric as the others. You've seen how blissful it is to be under my thrall second hand, why not give in and accept the first hand experience?"

As I watch Alva break herself for me under so seductive a proposition, I relish in the small signs of struggle that come and go like creases flattened by an iron. Alva's hips buck into me and she whines, dying to be played with as those hearts burn her cheeks so brightly in this dark inn. _"Yes..." 

I can't help but laugh, holding wrists over those cute blue twintails and dragging my tongue up the underside of her arm wantonly. Every inch of her, mine, I never realised how much I needed this. I'll grind her thoughts into dust, mix what's left with water and paint a picture of perfect plaything on the canvas of her body. "What's that, toy? I didn't quite hear you~"

Alva whines again, she's shaking so much, unbearable longing to be used coursing through her blood like a perverted virus, corrupting her so completely for me. When I met Alva, she was so sweet and innocent. When her eyes were taken and she joined us in macabre march at the back of our pack, I only wanted to peek under those scholarly robes even more. This morose woman turned docile deviant, so pliant under my firm hands. "Y-yes, Ember... mmh... I-I want... be your thrall..."

Her voice is dripping thought and intelligence, spilling over her lips and chin before soaking the sheets of the bed below. Soon there'll be little left to even comprehend disobeying me, I tell myself conveniently that this must be what she's secretly yearned all along, it makes it slightly easier to manipulate her soul. What was once like bending steel has become as folding paper, or perhaps a brittle candy that can never be put back into it's original shape. I'll dip her in sherbet and lap up that sweet, broken form all the same. 

"Mine." I kiss across her jaw and she melts into my lips like the sugary treat I've likened her to. "Mine." With trembling aid I peel off that troublesome fabric and run fingers over her front possessively. Alva pushes into my hands and drools at the attention, having never been with a woman like this, the most she ever had was a kiss that ended in tragedy and horror. She just needs to be shown the saccharine delight of sapphic loving from an expert. Once upon a time, I was even a professional, so I know all the spots to make her moan like bitch in heat. "Mine." My teeth sink into her breast and those pink hearts on Alva's cheeks glow so brightly. If I lift a finger now and tell her she's hypnotised, she's bound to believe me, but I decide instead to condition her with touch after stimulating touch while repeating only one word. It'll get the message across, she's simple and stupid for me but at least she knows that she's... "Mine." Worming fingers work into her slick panties and claim their plundered prize, tasting Alva's lust with each fingertip while digging in deeper for more. Alva tightens around the defiling digits and grips my shoulders tightly, I begin to wonder if she's ever even ventured this far with her own explorers. 

In no time at all I bring the overstimulated girl to the brink of orgasm but slip out just in time to deny her promised release. I know the curse's dance ends in the afterglow, but I want to keep her under that spell a little longer as my ownership of her is hammered into her brittle brain. Until all she can think about is serving me, pleasing me, loving the way her heart skips at the very sight of me. "Mine." I repeat, this time Alva responds breathlessly, pulling at my wrist to try and have me finish her off but stopping when she realises her place. 

"Yours..." Alva wears a ditzy grin that has me falling for her, mindless girls just have a beauty that can't be rivalled, or perhaps I really am just as perverted as she surmised. No matter, if I'm to be a pervert then she'll be my perverted property, making a spectacle of herself for the amusement of all who once regarded her among the highest of scholars. It'll be her punishment for making me wait so long to see those delectable curves and neglected folds. 

"Mine~" I'm having so much fun, my slick fingers rising to paint her lips with her own oozing pleasure, even if I've yet to let her cum. Alva's tongue snakes out to tentatively taste her arousal, blushing like a wildfire. I only wish I could stare into submissive eyes, but I instead settle for enjoying the glaze of those parted lips and the cute hearts I'd love to make permanent. 

"Y-yours~" The girl seems to become happier the more she accepts her place, surely proof that I've made the best choice for everyone involved. Holding her delicate chin between my thumb and forefinger, I pull her into deep kiss and claim her tongue eagerly. Every inch of her mine, I wrestle the helpless muscle in her mouth into swift submission as my hands hold her hips, sliding to test the firmness of her fine ass. Ah, just as I'd hoped. She really is the perfect bundle, such a shame to hide it under these dumpy robes. A change of wardrobe is in order, I'll have the plaything dressing more pleasingly to not only myself, but all those I intend to strike envy and awe into. Alva the Sovereign Scholar of the royal capital, Ember's subservient trophy. It's an intoxicating fantasy that I make into destiny with each firm squeeze and tease and long awaited release. 

Alva buckles her hips into my playful hand and clamps her sweaty thighs around it, thrashing on the bed like the hopeless virgin she was until... 3, 2, 1...

"Ahh! Y-youuurs, yourssss~ I-- ahn! Haahh... I'm y-y-yours, Lady Ember~!" As she rides her orgasm out against my addictive touch, Alva decides to call me by the same title as my other pets without me even having to asked. Ever informed, the scholar does not disappoint. 

We decided to sleep after a few more orgasms, the disappearance of those cursing hearts being overlooked by both owner and toy alike in the throes of pleasure. Perhaps it would be more precise to say that sleep was decided for us, the two nude girls collapsing into a sweaty heap of love-drunk lust and lethargy. I even taught her how to please my own begging sex, though it was baby steps to say the least. Satisfied with our uneven tally, given the prize I had won, we slept peacefully. 

As light spills into the inn through hanging blinds, I stretch out over the bed and realise that I'm the sole occupant. In sudden panic I rise more immediately than intended and whip my head around the room in the hopes to find my runaway toy. Knowing Alva's strong will and firm stance against having her mind altered by another's, I begin to worry that she's come to her senses and fled, though I'd have expected a sword through the throat in thanks were that the case. 

Instead of such a sorry scene of blood and departure, I find a beaming Alva returning from a shared shower with her slave sisters that has me wishing I'd woken sooner. With her cane in hand a towel hugging her curves, she returns to my side and blushes when she realises I've come to face the morning. 

"Oh, Lady Ember... good morning. I wanted to let you sleep in a little, I hope you don't mind?" She's acting more like herself again, but I don't miss her using my title. Eyeing the girl curiously, I shake my head before realising she won't see the act. 

"Not at all, I'm sure you needed the shower after last night, though I'd wager Joy and Fiene enjoyed clinging to you before you washed off all that sin. I hope the shower didn't cleanse too much... I mean, uh... are you mine, Alva?"

The girl shifts on her feet and twirls a finger around one of those hanging blue pigtails, looking so lost for a second before collecting herself. This is all so new to her, but the answer is all too obvious to me now. "Y-yes Lady Ember... ah... y-yours."

"You're so cute when you're not threatening me or acting aloof. Guess I broke that old Alva, you'll just be my Allie now. Hey, that's almost a pun." With an honest giggle, I'm shocked at my lack of guilt, pulling Alva into my lap and kissing that fresh body all over. The girl squirms, but soon relaxes against my affections and begins to enjoy it.

Oh yes, she's definitely mine.