Sageis Del Gyrnos
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Holding Back the Tide
	Angela grinned down at her bound familiar. She was dressed in a way that many would call immodest, large patches of her body uncovered, only a few thin strips preserving some shred of her modesty. Her anthromorphic mouse was not so lucky, his arms bound above his head and feet forced apart, ankles chained to each side of the table. His bright green eyes covered by a blind hood that covered his eyes and ears but left his muzzle exposed. The hood left just enough room for the silvery ring gag to fit into his mouth. His slim body, exposed and helpless, was lightly fuzzed with snowy white fur.
	The burgeoning witch walked in a circle around her familiar, chanting a low, quiet drone, laying her power down about the two of them, strengthening the mystic circle more with each pass. Her fingers stroked idly up and down the mouse’s body as she passed and Angela delighted in seeing him arch and squirm, his short white fur standing on end as he shivered.
	Having a familiar was a great boon; other witches were stuck with just whatever power they could scrape together for themselves. A witch with a familiar had a powerful tool, a subject to torment, to tease, to torture. The stronger the emotions and feelings the familiar felt, the more mana that just flowed out of them. It was not easy, though; push too hard, and the familiar broke, the mana spilled out far too early to reach a level as to be useful. Take too long, and the concentration of mana would wane, washing away into the aether uselessly.
	Angela made a sound low in her throat as the circle solidified and anchored around them, the candles along the inside of the markings on the floor sparking to life as if they had a will of their own. On the table the mouse squirmed and gasped from her light touching. His nipples were hard and his manhood was already standing at full attention. The witch took a moment to enjoy the sight, teasing the very tip of a finger along the underside of the mouse’s shaft, tracing the path of that large thick channel. Licking her lips, she leaned over his chest and blew a slow cold stream of air over his nipples. A small thread of her will worked into the action, leaving a light dusting of frost on the hardened peaks that quickly melted away once her power retracted.
Climbing up onto the table and straddling the mouse’s head, her fingers went to the straps about her waist and privates. A few quick tugs unbound them, and she let the comfortable leathers drop to the floor; she was just exiting her teens, her mound soft and lightly dusted with black fuzz that matched her long black hair. Gently, she lowered herself until her exposed folds hovered just over the mouse’s nose. He inhaled audibly, and the knowledge of him breathing in her intimate scent caused her folds to slicken more than the sight of her mouse laid bare had.
	His tongue snaked out making a few questing swipes at her folds, trying to search out just where she was positioned. With each pass, she pulled back just slightly, teasing him with the taste of her but not giving his tongue enough time to explore her deeps. Angela leaned forward over his body, her hips making lazy bounces. Lowering to allow him to continue licking at her dew, and then pulling back up to keep him from having more than a taste. Her own mouth watered a little at the sight of her mouse’s manhood. His shaft was not large, long, or massively thick. It was tender enough that even fully hard it felt soft to the touch, with just enough size to fill her mouth without straining her jaw or threatening the back of her throat. She peppered his shaft with little kisses, watching as it twitched back and forth with the force of her lips, only to return back to its original position. 
	A little giggle passed her lips at the sight of his tip swelling and throbbing so hard with the rapid beating of his heart. He was hooded and couldn’t hear her give in a little to the sight of him. She licked just the tip of his crown-head, soft pink tongue running over the slit in the tip, gathering up the precum that had begun to gather there and spreading it out over his tip. She felt his stomach tense under her, a fraction of a second warning before his hips arched, but enough of a warning to pull back, leaving her mouse thrusting helplessly at the air. 
	Angela exalted at watching his frustrated thrusting, her fingers trailing down below the mouse’s shaft. Her fingers curling gently around his small lightly-fuzzed balls. Rolling them gently in one hand, her other made a slow arcane gesture. Some of the melted wax of the nearby candles floated up into the air, little balls of hot wax swirling about in the air and blending together into a long thin wax strand. Giving her familiars orbs one more soft and teasing squeeze her hand tickled its way up to his tip, pressing a finger to either side of the slit at his crown. Spreading his cum slit with two fingers her other hand makes a slow languid pass, guiding the warm strand of wax to his spread slit. The hot wax flowing down into his shaft, the large channel along his underside, running from his tip to base visibly swelling as wax poured down and hardened blocking the passage. 
	The mouse squirmed and thrashed under his mistress, moaning loudly as the hot sticky liquid flowed down his shaft, filling it with heat and making his shaft swell beyond its norm. Angela watched with half lidded eyes as the mouse’s frustrated thrusting increased. With his channel blocked off, she drew a short black length of leather from about her wrist. She wrapped the leather around his base twice and pulling it nice and tight before tying it off, the impromptu cock ring nestling against the mouse’s base. His normally pink and cute cock swelled and turned a dark purple, extra blood trapped in the member once the ring was in place. Sliding her body along her pet mouse’s torso, Angela rested herself on his hips, pressing her slickened folds against the tormented male’s cock. She slid up along his needy cock slowly, dragging out how long it took, until finally her opening rested against the mouse’s tip. The familiar was so worked up that the moment he felt that opening against his tip he thrust up, arching his back so hard that it audibly popped.
	Angela held herself there, eyes half closed feeling that tormented and needy cock slide into her waiting slit. The mouse could only hold the arch so long, falling back to the table he was bound upon. She blushed a little at the lewd, wet sound her body made as the cock slid out of her. She rubbed herself against his tip again, slowly teasing him, waiting for the mouse to thrust again and fill her. She was not disappointed by his eagerness and in the moment he was inside her she could feel the connection open wide, the rising tide of the familiar’s mana churning needful. As he fell back to the table and slid out of her she felt the connection close again.
	Finally Angela lowered her sex down onto his tormented cock, her insides wrapping around the needful flesh in a hot tight slide. Her deft fingers darting down between hers and the mouse’s legs, a single finger parting the mouse’s cheeks and finding his tight backdoor, thrusting her slim finger into him suddenly. That set the familiar bucking, thrusting and arching hard against the weight of her body holding him down. The witches’ eyes half closed, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks. She felt the connection between the two of them open once more. Her body arched and rippled around his cock in pleasure, orgasm sliding though her body as she drank down her familiar’s needful mana.
	Angela rode her mouse’s cock, drawing his mana into her as she came hard upon his blocked shaft, her hips rolling in a slow circle to try and draw out every single drop of the tide of mana as it slowly started to wane. When her orgasm spent its self out and her skin fairly glowed with the stolen mystical energies she slid herself free of the mouse’s shaft. Resting on his belly the witch made a slight gesture at the leather tied around the mouse’s base, the leather loosening and falling free with a brush of her will. Sliding off of the mouse and the table, Angela scuffed a foot across the diagram on the floor, the circle she had erected popping with a little spark and crackle. Looking at the mouse bound to the table, his shaft plugged with hardened wax, his cock looking its dark purple and turning to an angry and needy red, his small lightly fuzzed orbs pulled tightly against his body, she saw it would take just a few soft touches to drive him over the edge if the wax was removed. The witch smiled, cupping the mouse’s orbs and giving them a slow squeeze until the mouse squeaked and squirmed on the table.
	She was satisfied with the work she had done. The witch turned and walked out of the circle. Her familiar was bound and gagged, plugged and siting on the edge of release. Angela had work to do before the mana she had gathered waned and flowed away.