As Trixie watches Zendia weave her seductive magic over Aldar, a potent mix of jealousy and arousal bursts within her. The sight of Aldar surrendering to his primal desires, especially while she's restrained, awakens conflicting emotions. On one hand, the scene ignites a fire in her; on the other, she can't shake a possessive sense that Aldar should be hers and hers alone. A voice within her insists that she should be the only one to bring him to the heights of pleasure.

Her eyes dart back and forth between Zendia and Aldar, a heavy feeling of powerlessness settling over her. Aldar is entranced, cradled by Zendia's welcoming embrace, his head resting on her thighs as he hungrily partakes of her body. Trixie knows she shouldn't derive pleasure from this erotic scene, yet she can't suppress the arousal that courses through her.

The scene continues to unfold as Zendia fondles Aldar's dick, watching him eagerly suckle on her breast; the sensations clearly pleasure him. Her eyes, filled with knowing mischief, briefly meet Trixie's. With a sultry smirk, she speaks to Aldar, “Boy, look at Trixie; you can almost taste the animosity, so exquisitely mingled with her twisted perversion.”

Aldar shifts his gaze to Trixie, who is captured by the scene before her, biting her lip in fevered anticipation.

Trixie's body betrays her, a warmth spreading through her as she becomes increasingly aroused watching the two interact. A sense of urgency wells within her, a realization that she must act, or Aldar will be utterly lost to Zendia. Caught in the intensity of the moment and the tantalizing attention being lavished upon her, she finds herself pleading, “Please Aldar, please let me taste you… this is not fair! The least you can do is sit on my face, suffocate me with your thighs, even if just for a moment. Command me, use me as you see fit; I am yours to toy with as you desire.”

Zendia openly grins at the situation Trixie is presenting. She stops fondling Aldar's dick and says, “Don’t accept her twisted proposal, Aldar. Let's lay her down on her stomach. Look how wet she is; you can see her dripping through her underwear. Do remember what she did to you once. It's time to train her, make her properly submit to you. Look at those eyes, as if she owns you.”

Aldar momentarily pulls away from Zendia's inviting breast, pausing to gather his thoughts and cool his heated passion as he evaluates the unfolding situation. His eyes, filled with intrigue and dominance, shift toward Trixie as he commands Zendia, “Could you position Trixie so that she lies on her stomach? I want her face directed towards me.”

Rendered immobile by his earlier command, Trixie is effortlessly maneuvered by Zendia. Her eyes, twinkling with a mischievous gleam, linger on Trixie just a moment longer than necessary once she's out of Aldar's sight. Leaning close, Zendia takes her time to whisper into Trixie's ear, savoring each word as if it were a decadent treat. “I'm going to make sure you witness every moment as I take Aldar, so fiercely that he calls me 'mommy' amid his ragged moans. I know your masochistic tastes, and how much you'll revel in this show."

Zendia places a lingering kiss on Trixie's flushed cheek, her lips curving into a wicked smile hidden from Aldar's sight. Then she lifts Trixie and places her down gently but firmly on her stomach, positioning her so that her longing eyes meet Aldar's.

A volatile fusion of anger and arousal inflames Trixie's chest, reaching an intensity she has never experienced before. These tangled emotions stifle her ability to form a fitting response, leaving her caught in a storm of passion and resentment.

Zendia, catching Aldar's inquisitive gaze as she returns to him, hears him ask, “What did you whisper to Trixie? I could feel the waves of her animosity as you kissed her cheek.” Zendia's lips curl into a seductive grin as she replies, “Oh, I merely invited her to enjoy the show. Surely, this is some high-level erotic display right here—live passion unfolding less than a meter away. She's quite fortunate, don't you think, Trixie?” Her eyes dance with mischief as she continues, “Boy, let's not allow that hard, big cock to go to waste. As a proper gentlewoman, I'll ensure you savor every moment.”

With an allure all her own, Zendia grabs a pillow and lies down by Aldar's side, opposite Trixie, thoughtfully providing Aldar with a pillow to cradle his head. The anticipation and desire in Aldar's eyes are not lost on her, and she starts to tenderly explore his inner thigh. Her fingers, like a whispered promise, gradually make their way to his dick, all the while her eyes locked onto his, reading each subtle reaction. Zendia's hand closes around the base of his dick, her tongue gently teasing the tip. As Aldar's moans escape his lips, she shifts her attention to Trixie, her gaze intense and provoking. With deliberate slowness, Zendia takes Aldar's dick deeper into her mouth, her head moving rhythmically, swallowing him whole. Aldar can feel every nuance of Zendia's touch, from the swirl of her tongue to the gentle contractions of her throat, sensations designed to both torment and delight.
Zendia stops focusing on Trixie as she starts to gag and suck harder on Aldar's dick. Aldar can feel his dick getting harder as the pleasure intensifies.
Zendia starts to bob her head even faster, sucking on Aldar's dick with fervor. Aldar can feel his orgasm building as Zendia intensifies her efforts. But right before he can climax, Zendia stops, raises her head, and grips the base of Aldar's dick, saying, “Don't come yet, boy; mommy needs you to be strong.” As she finishes, she turns her attention to Trixie once more and taunts, “Why are you so quiet now, Trixie? Enjoying the show so much that you can't speak? Where's your pleading now? Ask mommy nicely, and maybe you can join us.”

A mixture of arousal, anger, and jealousy overwhelms Trixie, frustration mounting until tears begin to form in her eyes. Seeing this, Aldar feels that Zendia has gone too far with her teasing. But before he has time to speak, Zendia chimes in, “The least I can do is let you taste some cum.” As she finishes her sentence, she continues her intense blowjob. Startled and close to climaxing, Aldar forgets to respond to Trixie's pleading tears as he pushes Zendia's face onto his dick. As he comes, Zendia raises her face and directs Aldar's dick toward Trixie. Aldar moans loudly, his body quivering as Zendia continues to fondle him.

As Aldar slowly regains his bearings, he's caught off-guard by a panting sound. Turning his head, he finds Trixie savoring the remnants of his climax, her face glowing with perverse delight. A mixture of fascination and repulsion washes over him as he marvels at the swiftness of her mood change. Shaking off the bewildering sensation, Aldar's eyes lock onto Zendia, and a hot wave of anger begins to surge within him, fueled by her manipulation and the games she played with him to torment Trixie.

No longer willing to be a pawn in this twisted game, Aldar strides towards Trixie with determination, his face set in a hard line. He kneels down beside her, his voice a soft, commanding whisper as he leans in, “Trixie, if you promise to obey my command, I'll reward you properly…” His voice trembles with controlled emotion as he continues, “I will release your bindings, but you must bind Zendia with your magic. We must punish her for toying with us both.”

In the background, confusion dances across Zendia's face, her eyes widening as she observes Aldar whispering into Trixie's ear. The confusion turns to alarm when she sees Trixie's lips curl into a creepy smile, her eyes turning towards Zendia and holding her in an intense, unbreakable gaze. A cold shiver runs down Zendia's spine, a premonition of something terrible looming in the air. Her fears are confirmed when she hears Aldar's voice ring out, firm and decisive, “Trixie, I release you from your bindings.”

Suddenly, Trixie disappears into the shadows, and the murmur of a chant is heard:

Shadow Tether: “By Xelion's might, god of boundaries, Cast your ethereal tie, let none aside. In strands of shadow, form the tether tight, In the name of [Trixie], may this bond be firm and tight.”

As Trixie finishes her chant, an eerie transformation takes hold of the room. The shadows, once lifeless and still, begin to writhe and twist around Zendia's limbs like living tendrils. Panic seizes Zendia, and she jumps to her feet, desperately trying to shake off the spell. Her movements are wild and frantic, but the darkness of the room, combined with Trixie's magical prowess, ensures the spell's potency. Despite her best efforts, Zendia's might is no match for the binding enchantment, and the shadows constrict her, rendering her bound.
Trixie materializes from behind Zendia, her figure emerging from a shadow as if part of the darkness itself. With a light, deliberate tap on Zendia's knees, she forces Zendia to kneel. As Zendia complies, Trixie begins to weave a rope around her, the very same one with which she herself was bound earlier. Trixie's skilled hands form an intricate, visually appealing pattern with the binding, accentuating Zendia's curves and emphasizing her most intimate areas. A specific strand of the rope runs across them, adding to the allure of the design.

As the binding takes shape, Aldar can't help but gulp, his arousal growing at the sight of how artfully and sensually Zendia is bound. Zendia's binding is complete, her body enveloped from shoulders to thighs, her hands pinned behind her back, and her legs bound together at the thighs, leaving only her expressive face unbound.

As she finishes the binding, Trixie slaps Zendia’s ass, kisses her cheek, and says, “Thank you for this opportunity. Finally, I get my revenge for all the teasing you have done.”

Aldar's voice carries a blend of admiration for the binding and a trace of apprehension as he inquires, “Trixie, this is a remarkable binding technique. Where did you learn to master such a skill?”

Caught off guard, Trixie's demeanor shifts from pride to bashfulness. Her voice falters as she tries to respond, “Eh… well… you see…”

Her hesitance prompts laughter from Zendia, who interjects, “Yeah, Trixie, where did you learn this technique? Allow me to enlighten you, Aldar. Big mommy over here trained Trixie once. Though the experience left her feeling humiliated, she didn't dare come back for more. All she managed was to squirt in the hall on a passerby, all bound and hanging. The feeling of being discovered by someone was too much for her, though obviously she loved it, as she seems to never have forgotten the thrill of it.”

The words sting Trixie, exposing a past she would rather keep hidden. With a mix of shame and determination, she pushes Zendia forward, her face crashing onto the floor, leaving her ass prominently displayed. “Yes,” Trixie declares, her voice laden with anticipation, “She toyed with me once before. But now, finally, the tables have turned.” She slaps Zendia's ass and continues her inspection, a smirk playing on her lips as she notes Zendia's arousal. Fondling Zendia's butt, she teases, “So, Zendia, feeling a little blue-beaned? You warmed Aldar up, but now it seems you're missing out on the feast.”

Trixie inserts a finger inside Zendia, her voice dripping with malice as she teases, “I'll make sure you learn what it's like to be someone's plaything.”

Zendia's response is a weak moan, her eyes lifting towards Aldar, a desperate plea in her gaze.

Aldar stands at a crossroads, his mind returning to the vision he'd seen—a vision of power, control, and pleasure. The memory, combined with Zendia's imploring look, spurs him to action. Enough of being a passive bystander; it's time to assert control. Softly, he chants a spell to himself:

Inhibition of Fertility: “By the will of Xalena, God of love and hate, With mindful purpose and intention benign, Hold back the seed that life may create, In the name of [Aldar], let creation's gate abate.”
Finishing the chant, Aldar moves with newfound confidence towards Trixie and Zendia. Zendia tracks his approach, but his focus remains on Trixie until Aldar's voice breaks the silence.

“Trixie, time to reward you for listening to my request. Now be a good girl and turn Zendia around so she can have a taste of her own medicine. While at it, lean down with your ass against me and your face against Zendia's,” Aldar instructs.

Trixie's response is immediate, her voice quivering with excitement. “Yes, sir!” Swiftly, she repositions Zendia, her arms on the floor, her bound legs elevated, forming a cushion. Zendia's protest is a mere noise of discomfort.

Aldar's senses come alive with a surge of power as he commands Trixie, he turns his attention to Zendia. He can see her frustration, the unfulfilled desire that has been building for so long.

Trixie's face lights up with a triumphant grin, her lips just inches from Zendia's, eyes sparkling with mischief and promise. With a slow, deliberate movement, she leans in to press a soft kiss to Zendia's lips, her voice a sultry whisper as she makes a tantalizing promise. “Looks like i found another who shares my dark desires. Take care not to lose yourself too many times as I savor the privilege of claiming his virginity. But don't worry, your time will come if you beg for it. For the present, grace me with that beautiful glare of yours.” Her words, imbued with a seductive cadence, As her words trail off, Trixie's fingers then begin to explore, one hand fondling Zendia's breast, two fingers delving into her pussy, while her thumb teases her ass. Zendia's response is a throaty moan, a sound of mingled pleasure and frustration that soon transforms into a look of intense and challenging defiance.

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