Binding of pleasure chapter 39

Chapter 39: A spark

"So, want to join me and fight this guy?" demanded Corantin.

It was the next day. Corantin had just told Amari what had happened. In the aftermath of the previous day's events, Corantin was lost on how to beat Lucas. He was too skillful at using multiple elements, Corantin had to be prepared for everything it seemed. More concerning still, he had to track that guy, and with how resourceful that guy had proven yesterday, the young lord knew it would not be easy. That why he had proposed a deal to Amari.

All felunes had enhanced senses and because of that, tracking was natural to them. In exchange for her help, he was willing to offer her a glimpse of liberty and some relief. If all went according to his plan, cock would be the only thing on her mind when time came to choose her reward. Furthermore, after being a prisoner so long, she presumably longed for a fight.

"I can ask for anything in return?" she asked for confirmation.

"Not anything. Don't expect me to let you go," the lord shut her down, knowing full well what the catgirl was implying.

"Tsk," as Corantin shutdown her trap the former warlord clicked her tongue.

After a long silence Corantin sent an ultimatum.

"Chose already. I don't have all day. You either take the deal, sign this contract or you stay here for a few more days while I hunt down this guy."

"Fine bring your damn contract. I'll join your party for this fight," conceded Amari who really wanted a break from the prisoner's routine.

Corantin created a magical contract and made it appear in front of her. She signed it, and in an explosion of glitters, it disappeared. This signaled the terms were now enforced.

"Alright let's get these off you," said the lord after the contract vanished.

Corantin removed the shackles and collar sealing her magic. They were no longer required because as per the contract she had just signed, she could not try to harm Corantin, his girls, or his servants, nor could she attempt to escape. Instead, he presented her a leather collar decorated with a golden bell. Yep, it was an oversized version of a collar one would attach to their pet cat.

"How much joy do you get out of humiliating me?" asked the catgirl.

"A lot and you know it. Don't act like if the roles were reversed you wouldn't be jubilant. Now get to it, you agreed to wear a more comfortable collar of my choice for the duration of this contract. And who knows, maybe you'll start liking it and want to keep it forever?" mocked Corantin in response.

I can't really refuse now. Can I?... ... Shit, of course I can't anymore.

The warrior growled in her frustration, yet she obediently attached the collar around her neck. After the clamped the collar, Corantin brought his hand to her neck and tightened the collar.

"Here, this tightness is how it's supposed to be wore."

The collar felt strangely comfortable. As it was made of leather, it was sure to be a major improvement on the previous one made of cold metal. Yet it was more than a small improvement, thanks to the collar's inner side that was made not of leather, but of a soft cloth. Therefore, even though it was squeezing quite tightly on her neck, Amari did not feel uncomfortable anymore. If anything, the collar clutch was more akin to a sweet caress.

"I hope you like it. As a special treat, I gave you the same collar my girls wear. It's padded with felt to prevent irritations," said Corantin in an enticing voice.

"Thanks, I guess," replied Amari not quite sure what to think.

"Good, now bent over and spread your asshole," ordered Corantin.

"What?" blurted the catgirl.

"Come on, just obey. We've already wasted more time than we can afford," the man snapped.

The catgirl hated it, but she reluctantly complied. She bended until her asshole pointed at Corantin then with both hands, spread it wide open. Immediately, she felt a cold sensation in her butt. The surprise made her let go of her ass, yet her asshole did not close.

"Damn what did you put in my ass?" demanded Amari.

"Just a little buttplug. A tiny one, but it's in metal," reveled the lord.

"Why the fuck did you put a buttplug in my ass?"

"Just a reminder. It'll help you not forget that you can't do whatever you want. Keep behaving and maybe I'll swap it for a softer one. Now stand back."

Once Amari was facing him again, Corantin pointed his index and middle fingers to her mouth.

"Suck it!"

Amari did not have the habit to give head, but she had done it a few times when her slaves earned a reward. So, she was not completely lost on what to do. She took the fingers in her mouth. She sucked the fingers for a while, then switched to licking it before sucking again.

While she gave Corantin's fingers oral, it sparked something deep within her. There, a part of her that had lain dormant since her birth awakened. It was so deeply buried she failed to notice the ignition of the small flame that would become the blaze that would change her forever.

Corantin only let the catgirl service his fingers for a couples of minutes, even though he enjoyed seeing her acting docile, time was against him today. He beckoned to the sisters.

Vallerie was the first to move next to them while holding a spear. She presented the spear to Amari.

"Take it you'll need a weapon for what's to come. We didn't have time to find the perfect match, so I hope this one is good enough for you," said Corantin.

Amari did a few flourishes before replying, "It should be good enough, feels more like what I used when I was a kit, but I can tolerate it."

"Good! I had feared your tastes had changed. I chose this one because it's similar to what you used when I last saw you."

After that Amari was handled armour from Emily who had been waiting next to her sister. The warrior rested the spear against the wall and grabbed the armour. She put it on rapidly. It looked more like training equipment than proper armour. Her chest was covered by a white linen shirt and small leather plates sewed into it, while her legs were wrapped by rough cloth pants. Nonetheless, as she put on the shirt and pants, she saw multiples magical circuits embroidered into the cloth. Multiples barriers had been weaved into the cloth to protect the wearer.

"Ready to go?" asked Corantin.

"Yes, let's go fight!" replied the catgirl itching for action after months of captivity.

The trio, now joined by Amari, left the mansion to accomplish the tall task of tracking a man whose trail had already gone cold.