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Aladdin-Mozenrath
NSFW
Blood magic / kisses / bondage / orgasm control

“Are you entirely sure this is a good idea?”   
 
Mozenrath did not respond right away. He was too focused on his labors to answer. He dipped a feather in the ink and drew the sigil out on Aladdin's pelvis, tickling along his exposed frame. He got a twisted little thrill from watching the hero squirm uncomfortably, especially knowing he couldn't escape. Of course he was here entirely of his own free will, but that didn't stop the enjoyment the suggestion of unwillingness brought to the dark sorcerer. Once he finished with the sign, he stood back to admire his handiwork. “A good idea? Well that rather draws into question the concept of whats a good idea vs a bad one.” He adjusted the manacles, ensuring that Aladdin's wrists and ankles would be well bound without making him too uncomfortable. “I mean really, fucking around with a necromancer behind your wifes back? Not the best idea, overall.”

Aladdin humphed and blew a stray hair out of his face. “Yeah well you'd be amazed at all the things you can't do with a princess. I mean literally CAN'T do because she's a princess.” He shuffled in the chains a bit. “It wouldn't be so bad, buy the pressure of trying to, you know, continue the royal line and all...”

“Aladdin, you're killing the mood.” Mozenrath warned him and snapped his fingers. Aladdin jerked his head back, but there was no stopping the hard leather ball that filled his mouth, forcing his teeth to bite down. The straps wrapped about his head, drawing tight enough to make indents in his cheeks. “Much better.” The sorcerer cooed and stroked back his hair. “Now just relax. You're well in hand.” He vowed, pressed a warm kiss to the mans temples, lingering on the soft skin for a moment longer. 

He drew back, raising the gloved fist and breathing deeply for a few moments before he began to extend his power. He could see Aladdin clench his muscles tightly, nervous about letting the dark magic touch him, but he didn't need to fret. Mozenrath had no intention of harming him...at least not in any way he wouldn't be grateful for afterwards. He whispered the incantation, pulling out a small dirk and approaching the hero. Aladdin's adams apple bobbed as he watched to come up to his chest and press right below his nipple. As the final words were spoken, Mozenrath nicked the man's skin, drawing but a drop of blood. 

Aladdin yelped behind the gag, wincing and returning with a sharp glare at the sorcerer.
 
“Oh hush. It will be worth it.” Mozenrath touched the blood to his gauntlet, letting it absorb into the leather as he took the will of it into himself. “There now. Let me show you what I've done.” He snapped his fingers and watched.

For a second, Aladdin seemed to be waiting for something to occur. He almost looked disappointed. That is until he began to strain. It started as a twitching sensation, a kind of odd little cramp in his groin that wouldn't quite stop. A flood of warmth began to pool in his belly, making the ache move deeper into him. He rolled his hips and a sharp gasp echoed in the chamber as he realized what was happening. Quickly, far too quickly for comfort, his cock rose up, straining as blood flowed to it and the pulsing under his skin threatened to be overwhelming!   
 
Mozenrath bit his bottom lip, watching with excitement as he reached down with his fleshed hand and touched it. Gingerly at first, until he saw Aladdin strain and cry out, the with a firm, excited grip. “And it will stay this way as long as I command.” he promised in hushed tones. “We're going to have a lot of fun together, sweet hero. So just relax, and let me command you.”