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Rocks fell around them as they rushed to one side of the hallway, in the middle of the dungeon for the second test something had set off a trap, causing massive stones to come crumbling down. Fern managed to safely get out of the way, however she was separated from her group.
It’s alright, Mistress Frieren and are both excellent mages. I only hope that Sense doesn’t have to deal with of Mistress’ antics…
The fear that Fern had was not for their safety, but for Frieren getting up to something and wasting Sense’s time, or making them do something that wasn’t necessary for the test. Without Fern there to keep her teacher on track, who knows what might happen.
A problem for another time though, Fern was alone in a dungeon, a first for her, however she was afraid, she had been taught by Frieren after all. Walking forward, staff in hand, ready to fight whatever lay ahead. Peering around every corner, waiting for some goblin or different monster to come leaping out and strike her.
Nothing did though, each new hallway was another empty corridor, more long drawn out places to walk as she slowly descended the dungeon. Mapping out the place so she could easily run back through here if needed. She was trained by the best after all. Frieren was the expert dungeon delver.
Letting out a huge groan, Frieren sat on the ground, arms huddled around her knees. “I don’t wanna explore the dungeon on my own!” Rolling her head back like a child. She hadn’t moved from her spot near the collapsed ceiling, remaining put instead of trekking onward like Fern did.
Sense looked around, “Will you not carry on? I can feel that Fern has.”
“I don’t wanna go exploring with Fernnnn!” Fireren shouted like a child, she was utterly useless right now.
The first-class mage had no idea what to do with her. Frieren was older, more powerful, and a test taker. So it wasn’t Sense’s place to move Frieren from her spot, however as much as Sense didn’t want to admit it as well. She didn’t know how to even get out of this place. Relying completely on these two to guide her through it.
But, seeing as Fern was missing, Frieren was huddled up in a ball. She figured that she chose the wrong option here. Sighing herself, I should have chosen Denken’s group…
As she wandered through the halls, Fern started to fear she just might get lost. Not having found anything as she searched. Not people, monsters, or even echo’s of people who came before. Still, that was no reason to let her guard down, things always popped up when one least expected it.
I’m sure Mistress Frieren is already waiting for me at the bottom.
Her mind wandered to how strong Frieren is. In the last test she was able to break through Serie’s barrier, something that none of them thought was possible, yet Frieren was able to do it, while focusing on other things entirely. There was surely far more Fern had to learn from Frieren, being her student was an immen-
A sharp metal staff flew out to scrapping distance from her neck. “Don’t move.”
Fern’s breath hitched, unable to cast anything, to think, to do anything but listen to the voice. As she stood there the woman holding the staff walked out, green hair, dull purple eyes that belonged on a killer, not someone like Ubel. Because Ubel’s body was something a person could imagine on a sweet childhood friend, or an up and coming adventurer.
Hair in a ponytail off to the side, a black stop that showed off her shoulders and back, flowing down into a huge belt and skirt. A glove covering her forearm on one side and thick black boots completed her look. However, there was one thing that prevented Ubel from being traditionally attractive, her look. That same look one could imagine a sociopath wearing while they stabbed you.
It was a look that Fern should’ve been terrified of, any sane and normal person should be. But, Fern wasn’t sane or normal, no, she had developed something she didn’t even think of until she saw Ubel in the first test. Even now she couldn’t put it to words, the idea was so foreign to her.
Be it from her tragic childhood or just how emotionless Frieren often was. Seeing someone like Ubel with that self-assured smirk on her face. That fake niceness she oozed out. All of it mixed together with how they carried themselves, being enthralling to Fern. She could see the trap in front of her, knew it was wrong to do nothing. Yet Fern did it anyway, that quiet part of self-destruction she longed for was there. Everyone had those thoughts, Fern acted on them.
“Good, you can listen.” Ubel’s voice leaked out, Fern watching how those lips of hers moved. Hanging on the very enunciation of each word. “I’ve had my eye on you since the first test.” Pressing her staff against Fern’s neck now, making them feel the cold metal. “Young, endless magic potential, pretty face-” Ubel moved her staff down, pulling it along Fern’s body, ripping into her clothes. “And a body meant to warm beds.”
RIIIP
One harsh tug was all it took to leave Fern’s top in shreds. Her chest heaving in the open dungeon air, Ubel’s eyes devouring the sight as she teleported her staff away. A sly grin on her face, “I won’t be needing that anymore, will I?” Tilting her head at Fern.
The answer was obvious to Fern, she nodded her head. Words were failing her right now, voice getting caught in her throat. Nodding would have to do, hopefully it was enough for Ubel. Already a part of Fern was hoping that it wouldn’t upset the woman.
Where is this submissiveness coming from? I’m never like this…
One word was all it took from Ubel to silence those thoughts of Fern’s. One word that made her feel so good for nodding her head and doing nothing to stop this. One simple word. “Good.”
Ubel clasped her hands behind her back, spinning around in place, looking more like she was waiting for something than controlling a woman. “They said you were powerful, extremely powerful. That you only use basic level spells, is that right” Ubel was facing away now, craning her neck backwards to look back at Fern.
Nodding her head again, Fern smiled in anticipation of the praise for answering the question. Instead Ubel scowled at her for merely nodding.
“Use your words like a big girl, you can do that right?” Turning on her heel Ubel sharply faced Fern, face leaning far too forward. “You’re not stupid are you?” Raising up a finger, “All tits and no brain?” Jabbing it into Fern’s tit. “Dumb. Fuck.”
Fern hated how unbelievably wet she got from this. Lost in Ubel’s eyes she frantically nodded her head, “Y-yes Mistress Ubel.”
Ubel’s smirk raised higher on one side, “Yes that you’re retarded or yes that you only use basic level spells?” Ubel twisted one of Fern’s nipples, grinning wider as she watched the woman squirm in her grasp. “Which is it girl? Come on, answer me already.” Twisting harder, watching the pain fill Fern’s face.
“NNffgg-spells! I-hnn only use baAAsic level spells Mistress!” Fern’s face scrunched up in pain, body moving a bit with the motion. It hurt, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop Ubel. Leaking down her thigh as this went on.
Ubel suddenly twisted it the other way, enjoying how Fern was writhing in masochistic pain. “Why are you lying to me? I don’t like liars, girl.”
“I’m NOT!” Tears were starting to come down Fern’s cheeks, the pain was intense. “I’m would never lie to you!”
Ubel put a little more power in the pinch, “Only someone completely brain dead would let a stranger do this to them. Yet here you are, not even trying to resist. Why is that? Tell me and I’ll stop. Tell me the truth.”
Fern’s face was only four or so inches away from Ubel’s. Being this close to such an oppressive aura made every logical choice fly away. The physical response of wanting to make this pain stop, the hedonistic need to make Ubel happy, and the mental desire to explore this dangerous side of her. Made Fern admit it, “I’m stupid! I’m so fucking stupid, Mistress, I’m sorry!” The pain was pleasure, and the pleasure from Ubel’s satisfaction was greater than her own.
Relenting when Fern admitted it, Ubel watched the woman clutching her breast, the nipple was sure to be sore for a few days. Ubel returned to her same nonchalance act, like nothing was really a big deal about this. “Next time I won’t be so forgiving about lying, so don’t do it again, understood?”
Fern furiously nodded her head, “Of course Mistress Ubel, I won’t lie ever again to you.”
Laughing at Fern’s quick submission, Ubel’s finger returned to a point, this time she ran it along the woman’s body. Feeling the plushness of the curves and enjoying the reactions from Fern when Ubel ran it along the more sensitive parts. It wasn’t long before Ubel’s finger homed in on Fern’s crotch.
Much to Fern’s shame, anyone could see how wet she was from the outside. Having soaked through her panties and clothes, her crotch seemed more like a whore’s than a potential first-class mage. Ubel zoned in on it, it was finger at first, then a second one joined. Rubbing Fern’s clit through her clothes in small circular motions.
Whispering to Fern, just barely loud enough. “This right here is why you’re weak.” Speaking straight into Fern’s ear, “It’s why you’ll never be a first-class mage.” Ubel twisted around Fern’s body, now behind Fern, pulling her in close. Ubel’s chest pressed up against Fern’s back. Fern’s large ass being ground against Ubel’s crotch. “And this, is what will keep you in your place.” Biting down on Fern’s ear, her free hand groping one Fern’s tits. “You can feel it can’t you? My superiority.”
Without a single doubt, Fern felt it, every throbbing inch of it pressed up against her ass. Ubel was packing something that men like Stark could only dream about. Fern didn’t need to see it to know she was meant to serve it. Drooling as she nodded her head, imagining what it would taste like, feel like in her mouth. Or how it deserved to be the first cock to spread her vagina apart, stretching it beyond repair. Able to tell from bulge alone, that she would never be able to experience the joy of another’s cock. And that was perfect for Fern, because she didn’t want to have any else but Ubel’s.
Bringing up the hand that was teasing Fern’s crotch, Ubel held it in front of them. “Look at how messy you got my fingers. I haven’t even touched it properly yet.” Shaking her head, “So messy.” Without warning, Ubel shoved those two fingers into Fern’s mouth. Swishing them around in there, batting away the tongue, only to press against before shoving them further, gagging Fern on it.
GRLK GLKR GLRKGKRL
“We’ll need to work on that.” Ubel’s fingers were viscous, the discomfort that Fern was feeling wasn’t even a thought in her head. Which only made Fern hornier for the woman. She would do anything for Ubel, anything to get more praise layered onto her, feel more of this intoxicating feeling.
Ubel pulled her fingers out though, wiping them on the sides of Fern’s face. “Sadly we don’t have time for that right now. I have a test to take. And you.” Ubel kicked the back of Fern’s knee, causing the woman to stumble to the ground. “Have something important to do.”
With Fern on her knees, and Ubel standing behind her, Ubel stepped forward, legs spreading. Both of Ubel’s hands were on Fern’s head, pulling her new toy back. Shoving their face under her skirt and straight up against her panties. Allowing Fern the privilege of huffing away her future.
Fern’s nostrils flared, exhaling all the fresh air from her lungs so she could inhale raw virility. Ubel had placed Fern’s nose exactly at the perfect spot to breathe in nothing but ball musk. Her hips were convulsing as she experienced a mini-orgasm from it. She hadn’t known something so depraved was this simple to get. All it took was complete submission to someone who didn’t see her as a person.
On and on she went, breathing in through her nose, burning this smell into her very being. Breathing out through her drooling mouth, saliva pouring down her chin as she couldn’t control herself anymore. Wanting to move her tongue up and taste it. However, her chance was stolen from her when Ubel tossed her away. Sending Fern colliding into the ground.
Quickly rolling over to see Ubel smiling at her, “This is fun, but I don’t have time to break you in properly.” Grabbing the hem of her skirt, playful teasing Fern with hints of her bulge. “If you want more of this, more of me. Reach into your bag, and break your bottle.” Giggling as she explained. “Throw away your chance at becoming a first-class mage for a night with me. Let down everyone relying on you because you’re too stupid to know better.”
Fern swallowed, eyes locked onto Ubel’s crotch, trying to catch glimpses of it. Racking her brain with what to do. If she broke the bottle, their quest would be delayed for years, decades even. No way into the north, stuck here for a long time. She could picture Frieren’s disappointed face, and Stark’s apprehension. Whenever she saw them though, she saw another glance of Ubel’s crotch. She could tell it was pulsing with need, desires that Fern oh so badly wanted to sate.
SMASH
She didn’t need to do any more thinking than that. Fern felt like she was making the right choice. Ubel was becoming the center of her world, the quest didn’t matter, her party didn’t. And to solidify it, Ubel said two words that made Fern gush, “Good girl.”