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Post by Tiamat on Mar 31, 2018 19:16:10 GMT -6
The magic worked away in her mind, whispering possibilities directly to her subconscious while Charope remained enthralled by Eric. There was no chance she would notice. Why would such a subtlety distract her when she was dazzled by the sparkling swirls of color in the air, and consumed by every warm passionate touch from the sorcerer? "Eric..." She murmured. His promise rang like a gong through her soul, drawing out a fervent yearning in her before it was soothed and swept away by sight and sound and touch. "Free me, guide me -- home, yes, Eric... please, I -- oh..." Irresistible colors flashed and danced, subduing her. In seconds the magic had eased her back into a state of mindless bliss, where nothing but pleasure could matter. She sighed heavily and relaxed back into the dreamlike delight of kissing and holding Eric. Finally her boundless lust began to subside, satiated at last by the deep, lingering kisses they shared. Without that passion spurring her on, Charope's eyelids drifted down once more. Still, she remained focused on Eric. Though he was pinned to the bed beneath her large, heavy body, there was little doubt as to who was in control. His hand on her cheek held her like an anchor, keeping her from drifting away on a sea of spiraling magic. She watched him with a sleepy, heavy-lidded gaze as he spoke. Charope smiled back, wide and warm and unable to resist. "Warm'n... safe... Snuggle. Sleep... dream 'bout you, sweet Eric... fun... more play, more... rubs..." With valiant effort her toes curled once, twice. Her eyes had closed long before her voice slurred into incomprehensible syllables. Charope's head dropped to use Eric's shoulder as a pillow, leaving her muscular frame a slack deadweight on top of him. The white dress twisted around her legs. The fine material would be horribly wrinkled in the morning, but it was unlikely Charope would have cared even if she'd been fully awake at any point in the carriage. She mumbled under her breath, clutching Eric to her like a giant teddy bear, and fell easily into sleep.
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Mar 31, 2018 19:17:34 GMT -6
Eric sighed heavily relaxing as he saw Charope gazing sleepily at him. Seeing her lovely smile truly warmed his heart. Charope’s words were full of adoration though he knew she was naturally very sleepy. Sensing that Charope was curling her toes cutely for him only made the serenity Eric felt in his soul more real. Eric sighed relaxing himself even more rubbing her cheek lovingly a final time before Charope finally became subdued by her sleepiness. Eric knew that he didn’t have to say anything more.
Although Charope had him already passionately pinned beneath her strong muscular frame Eric was quite comfortable. Eric was fully infatuated with Charope’s beauty, especially after spending such a lovely enchanting time being close with her. He was far to deep in relaxation that he could hardly move a single muscle. Once her head was resting comfortably on his shoulder Eric smiled so contently knowing that she could sleep safe, and sound. Eric naturally knew that Charope hadn’t felt truly safe, or secure for a very long time. He slowly closed his eyes yawning heavily the need to sleep was becoming even more clear to Eric. It had been at least 24 hours since he last had a good nights rest, and he felt exhausted. He motioned with his hand letting a small portion of his magic to fuse with the warm blankets on the luxurious bed. Pulling them up more so that Charope could stay covered warmly with him.
As he finished yawning Eric felt Charope clutching him affectionately while she slept peacefully. Naturally she was enjoying the peaceful serenity of his magical aura. Eric always felt greatly humbled by what his incredible powers could do for others, though he knew that when he fell asleep his powers would naturally fade. Though Charope would no longer be hypnotically enchanted by morning Eric didn’t want her to remain entranced forever.
His thoughts went back briefly to when they first met at the auction. Eric felt that he didn’t have much of a choice at the time, as it was so important to get Charope safely by his side. Eric recalled how he had sensed all of Charope’s troubled anxieties, in addition to her anger. Knowing that using his magic to first gently ease all of Charope’s worries was the first step in her recovery. Eric smiled at the thought at just how truly amazing his powers could be; that he could help sooth the pains, and anxieties of others. Eric also knew his blissful aura would be slowly suppressed while he slept. Again he wasn’t really worried in fact he looked forward to being able to personally talk to Charope without the influence of his magic. Although he was powerful Eric had learned to be mindful, and wise with his gifts only using his powers for the good of others. Tiredly Eric used his hand to snap his fingers which made the lights inside the carriage go out. Eric yawned again finally closing his eyes resting, while allowing his thoughts to drift away.
However the room wasn’t entirely void of light. Twinkling clouds of blissful mist were still floating in the surrounding air throughout the carriage. Glowing with such enchanting beauty before fading away the magic created a very mystical display. Because of all the passion that Eric, and Charope shared together; the blissful fog would be able to maintain itself for a time before returning to Eric’s body.
Eric was beginning to wonder why his thoughts were always coming back to Charope. He couldn’t deny that he was deeply attracted to her, as he had always been a lover of beautiful things. Eric had rescued countless slaves, and had always enjoyed their company. While using his magic to heal, and comfort them in turn Eric would grow to know each of them; personally bonding with each individual, and in the end had always given them their freedom. The more he thought about it, Eric realized that he had always held some attachments to those he rescued. But somehow his feelings towards Charope were stronger then usual. Eric couldn’t figure out why he found himself so compelled by her. He felt that his passion for Charope was stronger emotionally then with anyone he’d ever known. Eric’s mind tried to contemplate his feelings, trying to find what matters the most. “Do I love Charope that deeply? Is this what passionate love feels like?” Eric thought to himself.
Eric’s thought more searching for the answers he was seeking. “Yes I do love her passionately. I can’t deny my love for her. I love Charope with all my heart.” Eric’s mind was excited at the possibilities, and yet another important realization came to his mind.
Despite his strong feelings for Charope Eric was beginning to doubt they could truly be together. Eric found his feelings were conflicted as he had always put the needs of others before himself, believing that it would be selfish for him to truly fall in love. Still it was impossible to deny that he felt lovestruck for Charope. However in his mind Eric thought that his duties came first, and that he needed to be selfless. “I’ll have to let her go….I have to give Charope her freedom….I have to guide her safely home. I made a promise to her.” Eric thought pondering about it even more. “It’s the same situation everytime….Yes that’s why I can never truly fall in love….Charope was forcefully taken from her homeland far away…She doesn’t belong with me, I need to right this wrong and return her where she belongs. She can’t be my true lover.” The realizations seemed to be becoming clear.
“Charope wishes to return home….I’m sure of that…If I truly love Charope, then I need to set her free….so she can return…that’s what is best. I owe it to Charope…I must ensure her freedom.” Eric’s mind was tiring more as he continued pondering. All of Eric’s thoughts felt true enough, and everything was clear. Despite that his feelings for Charope were stronger then any slave he had ever met, she would in the end have to leave him. It seemed unavoidable, and though he loved her; Eric wouldn’t keep Charope from returning home.
Deep in his heart Eric planned to love, and enjoy his time with Charope while it lasted. “When the time comes for her to go….I’ll be ready.” Eric thought to himself believing he had finally settled the matter.
The room felt so peaceful as the blissful fog kept flowing throughout the room. Its dazzling colorful glow creating a beautiful nightlight effect in the surrounding darkness The soft blankets were keeping them warm, and with Charope sleeping close Eric felt so pleased. He couldn’t help but smile contently as at last he finally drifted off to sleep. Being so tired Eric would naturally sleep deeply, and his magic would slowly lose its influence over time. It was a truly blissful night, and Eric slept to Charope as the night went by peacefully. He didn't fully know what the next morning would bring.
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Post by Tiamat on Mar 31, 2018 19:18:48 GMT -6
Dim sunlight filtered down through the thick canopy overhead, making the prospect of waking far easier to bear. Charope released a deep sigh of contentment and hugged the body with her a little tighter. She was warm, and safe, and relaxed. Soon she would need to rise, to start the day and see what needed to be done around the village, but for just a few more minutes... maybe an hour... she could continue to rest peacefully with the woman beside her. After all, she deserved nothing less after the harrowing experience she'd been through beyond the jungle. Wait. She hadn't escaped -- so then how was she home? Charope's eyes snapped open. Fine, richly-hued fabrics met her gaze in a room -- a carriage -- whose drawn curtains kept most of the sunlight outside from streaming in and disturbing the sleep of its occupants. And before her, beside her... The woman recoiled so violently from Eric that she almost shoved herself off the bed, only saving herself at the last second by grabbing a twisted handful of blankets. "You." Not one of her Amazonian sisters at all, but one of the arrogant, selfish -- She blinked. The first thing he'd done was call her slave, yes, but then he'd spoken so courteously, so charming... he'd promised to protect her, to free her, to return her home. Charope's fists clenched in the covers and she scowled heavily to hide her confusion. The man had knelt before her. Why? It would have been so easy for her to hurt him. She glanced down and wasn't entirely unsurprised to find herself wearing a new dress, white and flowing, if rumpled from having been slept in. The memory of purchasing it was hazy, dreamlike, but she remembered feeling so -- happy. Unconcerned. A silent snarl bared her teeth and Charope lunged forward, bringing up a knee to pin Eric to the bed by leaning on his chest in a move that kept her hands free. The flash of metal around her ankle as she moved also didn't surprise her. Not anymore. "What manner of trickery is this?" She demanded. "What have you done to me?" Even now she couldn't bring herself to see him as a threat. It had nothing to do with how clearly defenseless, soft and unarmed he was, she just... knew he wasn't dangerous to her.
That made him more dangerous than ever.
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Mar 31, 2018 19:19:16 GMT -6
The heavens were filled with the most enchanting stars that twinkled endlessly in Eric’s dreams. Dressed behind the dark red hood of his blue mystical cloaks he was floating far above the trees allowing him to view the vast wilderness. The forest was blossoming right before his eyes with colorful flowers. Eric often found himself dreaming about the beautiful elements of nature, ever since his blissful powers awakened when he was a young child. Eric’s magic kept him drifting above the tree line giving him the freedom to truly enjoy the breathtaking view. Tall redwoods stretched endlessly towards the icy mountains at the end of the horizon. He sighed heavily focusing his powers, colorful swirls of light flashed around Eric’s body before glowing into a sparkling display showing his blissful aura. Eric watched amazed as the whole forest glowed with mystical light below him responding to his magic. Eric slowly stared at the palms of his hands trying to contemplate his blissful powers.
A few tears in his eyes he laid back gazing curiously at the night sky that filled his dreams. So much emotion was running through Eric’s mind that it was impossible to contemplate everything he was feeling. Eric summoned more magic to him just watching his hands glow with blissful enchantment. He focused calming himself allowing feelings of blissful contentment to enter into his dream. Blissful transcendence overtook him, dreaming so deeply that Eric became lost in the enchanting majesty of his magic. The dreamful splendor lasted for a time, but was suddenly interrupted.
Completely unaware of what was coming in Eric’s dream the heavens where violently shattered, and slowly his subconscious returned back to reality. Charope’s recoil quickly awakened Eric from his peaceful slumber. The unexpected trauma caused quite the shock as his body shifted awake. Being so violently jolted left Eric’s body weak, and his mind dangerously confused. He moaned heavily, yawning drowsily trying to respond hearing Charope’s voice. “ohhh…..mmmm…..ohhh….Charope?......ohhhh.” Eric’s voice was extremely drowsy.”
Barely tossing in the blankets he felt far to weak to move yet. Eric’s troubled mind was more concerned about finding stability. Something was wrong that much was clear, thoughts quickly raced through Eric’s mind. The carriage could be under attack, or maybe there had been a terrible accident. There was a number of possibilities, but in every scenario Eric’s mind came to think of Charope. She had quickly awakened him, but as to what Eric didn’t know.
Eric was still deeply drowsy, when Charope fully comprehended her surroundings. In that same moment he was defenseless when Charope lunged forward to pin him down. The sudden move left Eric even more delirious then before. His body weakly tossed, and turned though Charope still had him firmly pinned. Eric moaned very drowsily trying to focus on Charope though it was difficult. Charope could see that her actions hadn’t done much to help her get any quick answers out of Eric. He kept moaning unable to control his pain, the terrible drowsiness keeping him confused. “mmmm….Charope….what’s happened?....Are…you alright?........oh……just…..hang on…..I need…..to…..focus………Charope……don’t worry……I’m…..mmmm…..oh…” Eric moaned deliriously his eyes struggling to open while trying to adjust to the light.
Charope could clearly see that her captor was use to more gentle means of awakening, in addition to the fact that Eric had been sleeping deeply at the time. Physically Eric was having a great deal of trouble focusing on her demands. It also seemed that despite Eric’s weakness he was far more concerned about Charope’s safety then his own. Luckily Eric had already disabled most of the defensive settings on the slave device that kept Charope bound, as it would have attempted to stop her. Although Eric had never been in a situation were he would have required such measures, as his magic had always been enough to keep slaves from hurting him. He’d never had to deal with disobedience until now, but Eric was far to drowsy to do anything. “mmmm…..Charope?......mmmmm….don’t worry I just……hang on…..I…..it will be alright…..Charope….” He moaned weakly his eyes still trying to adjust to the daylight. Eric’s drunken drowsiness continued on for a few minutes. It was almost enough to make Charope feel sympathetic towards him.
Tensions were beginning to rise, however during those few intense minutes Eric’s blissful powers were secretly gathering within him. The magic had laid dormant during the night while he had soundly slept, transcending and growing in power. The magic usually required a clear, and focused subconscious mind in order to fully control. Eric's powers were growing, and soon his physical limitations would be overcome, opening up the gates for an incredible display of raw blissful power. Eric’s physical body was awakening, as magical blood was surging within his veins. Even the left over blissful magic that still remained floating throughout the carriage began to respond slowly twinkling ready to return to its source. The floating magic still went almost unnoticed by Charope as she was more concerned with getting answers out of her rich captor.
Being so close Charope was starting to feel a natural blissful warmth coming from Eric’s body. Eric’s blissful aura was slowly beginning to magically radiate his power. The magic kept building until suddenly in a surge of glistening light Eric’s blissful powers were finally unleashed. Blissful magic was being released in slow colorful flashes of dazzling light that engulfed Eric's whole body in a mystical aura. Charope saw the visible colorful energy flowing around him sparkling with a dazzling beauty that left Charope stunned, and amazed. The raw magic pulsed with sparkling energy as it continued flowing around Eric's tired body giving its energy to Eric helping him recover. Eric responded with a quiet sigh of relief basking peacefully in the blissful aura of magic that surrounded his entire being.
With Eric's powers slowly restoring his strength Charope could only watch on lost in the breathtaking spectacle. The blissful magic twinkled, and sparkled so brilliantly as it glowed like a harmless flame around Eric. The incredible display of the magical aura looked almost divine, as the blissful magic flowed like living energy across Eric's body. Charope was so stunned by the visual display of beautiful magic that she couldn't bring herself to leave Eric's side keeping him pinned.
While she witnessed this Charope suddenly felt waves of blissful serenity radiating towards her. Gently flowing like waves of sparkling bliss, the warm sensations touched Charope relaxing her mind, and body. The pleasure seemed so calming to her, and the serenity of being so close to its source was blissfully inviting. A few moments later Eric’s speech was sounding more clear, and his eyes slowly opened. Allowing Charope to gaze curiously at the light blue color of her captor’s eyes. Eric’s eyes were blissfully glowing with a mysterious enchanting splendor. The enchanting spectacle was so beautiful, and strong that she could see there was a mystical power flowing within him. Charope’s intentions were still clear to her, though she still couldn't bring herself to move, only gazing closely at Eric as he spoke. He attempted to stretch his body a bit, though Charope still had him firmly pinned.
Eric smiled so contently upon fully realizing that Charope was close to him. He yawned a bit his body still radiating with blissful magic. “Charope?...*yawn*, its you…good morning my sweet…..I was very afraid there for a moment….I’m happy you’re alright…..I can sense that everything is ok….I’m glad….*yawn*, just give me a second sweetheart. You asked me something….let me think.” Eric said tenderly to her. The blissful power of Eric’s voice was naturally charming in its nature even when he wasn’t trying to hypnotically enchant. Charope easily felt some of the hypnotic enticements of his voice since she had already fell under its hypnotic influence before.
The mystical light around Eric’s body was starting to dim a bit, however his blissful aura was still naturally radiating beautifully before Charope. The mentality of her behavior upon waking had literally taken him by surprise at first. Eric was use to transitioning to the next phase with slaves more easliy. Although he already sensed Charope's resentment for losing control of herself. She may have never experienced anything like his blissful magic before. Eric smiled looking thoughtfully at her as he explained himself. “I sensed your feelings when we first met through my magic. You were anxious...uncertain...angry...exhausted...you had endured so much pain. I wanted to do what I could to blissfully heal, and comfort you. I only did what I thought was necessary so that I could protect you Charope. The dangers were real, and your safety was important to me." Eric gently explained as he continued his voice soft while it sounded so caring.
“The shackles could have killed you if I hadn’t used my powers to calm you down…but you don’t need to worry anymore Charope….I’m going to free you, and return you home. I promise you….everything will be alright.” Eric said gently to her.
The blissful glow in Eric’s eyes dimmed a bit returning to a more normal shade of light blue. Eric could see that Charope was left somewhat surprised as she gazed at him. Eric sighed contently clearly not bothered by the fact that she still had him tightly pinned to the bed. The floating magic in the carriage began to gather around them as it responded to Eric’s magical aura. Charope could feel the magic touching her feet sending gentle waves of comforting pleasure flowing through her. The blissful sensations were so familiar that she couldn’t deny them. Somehow Charope found the gentle nature of her captor’s words trustworthy. Charope felt a blissful urge to find out more about him.
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Post by Tiamat on Mar 31, 2018 19:21:10 GMT -6
Charope was so taken aback by Eric's response that she almost pulled away. What was wrong with him? She'd intended to shock him awake, to scare him and put him off-guard, but his reaction seemed to indicate he'd been drugged. There was no way she could get anything out of him when he couldn't even string two words together. Frustrated and confused, she snapped, "Wake up!" and gave his cheek a hard pat that fell just shy of being a slap. He continued to mumble and moan, twisting weakly underneath her. It was obvious he wasn't trying to escape. Eric didn't even seem aware of her bent leg pinning him down, her knee pressing into his sternum.
Warmth rolled over her without warning, as if she had just sat down the perfect distance from a campfire. Charope narrowed her eyes. Was Eric's behavior all a ploy so he could bewitch her again? A sudden burst of colorful sparks erupted around the man's body, dazzling her for several seconds. Charope squeezed her eyes shut and gave her head a sharp shake. "Stop that," she demanded.
Opening her eyes again was a mistake. The sorcerer glowed, surrounded by an aurora of shifting colors that ebbed and flowed like currents around him. He looked up at her, and his eyes... Her lips parted and she stared, stunned, at light blue eyes that were literally lit from within. None of this was going the way she'd intended, and she couldn't even -- couldn't, couldn't... "Stop," she whispered. Against her will her weight shifted, lessened, until all it would take was a nudge from Eric to to free himself and send her toppling sideways back onto the bed. Trapped again, and she couldn't even find that fact all that distressing. Whatever Eric was doing to her, he didn't need to speak to do it. Add in that compelling voice, however, and it was all she could to do keep herself from sinking back into those warm, comforting tones.
She shook her head in silent protest. It took unseen magic caressing her feet and filling her with a familiar bliss to give her the strength to talk. "No." She shuddered as another wave of pleasure swept over her. "If you're going to free me then -- free me. Remove the shackles. Now!"
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Apr 4, 2018 1:54:32 GMT -6
The unintended unleashing of Eric’s blissful powers was quite phenomenal even to him, but at last he finally gained full control. Focusing his magic the instinctive bursts of blissful energy gently subsided. Now totally attune with his powers Eric’s magical aura radiated normally. Charope’s troubled anxieties became apparent to him almost immediately. It wasn’t just the fact that she was defiantly trying to resist his blissful influence. This fact didn’t concern him as much. Eric sensed that more then anything Charope deeply yearned for the safety of her homeland. He naturally adjusted the hypnotic influence of his magic attempting instead to blissfully comfort her. Eric was studying her carefully, with his blissful magic still gently trying to relax her. But once Eric heard Charope demand her freedom, Eric’s reaction may not have been what Charope was expecting. The magic stopped its attempts to pleasure her, instead becoming more compassionate, and blissfully soothing. As Eric gazed at her he frowned while the mystical light glowing within his blue eyes lit up slowly twinkling. Eric’s voice was soft, and full of concern for her. “Charope….” Eric said gently. He slowly sat up knowing that Charope’s weight had already shifted. Still maintaining his soothing hypnotic gaze with her, Eric softly reached out putting his hand on Charope’s cheek rubbing it gently. Charope would likely feel some blissful comfort as she heard Eric speak. “I will free you…..I promise you….I’ll set you free Charope…..but….I can’t do it yet…..I’m sorry…..its just…..its just to dangerous right now…..please….I couldn’t do it yet….I must ensure that you can return home safely…..its my responsibility….I owe that to you…..Charope…please you must allow me to set things right….let me show you.” Eric spoke compassionately to her. He studied her reaction carefully while the mystical light in Eric’s eyes began to brighten sparkling before Charope very enticingly. Charope would soon notice that the glow of Eric’s eyes was becoming even more mystical. Eric began to blissfully open his emotions up to Charope sharing his feelings about her freedom. He magically allowed her to gaze into his blissful soul sharing his thoughts, and feelings directly with her. Charope would be able to search Eric’s feelings, so she could know his true intentions. Eric’s feelings passed through Charope’s mind in a mystical vision. A dazzling stream of emotional thoughts, feelings, and expereinces. From which Charope only needed to gaze hard enough into its blissful waters in order to discover what Eric desired for her to know the most. Eric's feelings were laid before her ready for examination. Charope could find out that only natural blood born citizens were granted rights. Eric knew she’d be considered an illegal foreign enemy by the empire, and that she wouldn’t be allowed safe passage through the country. Which is why Eric wanted her to stay safely with him until he could personally arrange, and ensure a safe journey. Charope could discover that Eric was even prepared to escort her back himself if necessary, and that her safety was of the upmost importance to him. After Charope had finished searching she felt Eric’s emotions speak to her. “You will return home Charope….I promise that you will return safely back to your amazon sisters…..your capture, and enslavement should never have taken place…..I will set things right….please just trust me enough to know that your true freedom will come to pass. Once the time is right…you’ll be going home where you belong…..I promise you.” Soon enough Eric’s blissful emotions would fade away from Charope’s mind allowing her to think more clearly again. Eric sat up a bit more as he looked at Charope still frowning a bit. Hoping that Charope could understand him Eric eased his powers again allowing the mystical glow within his eyes to dim enough so that Charope could free her gaze from him. Though Eric’s magical aura still radiated a certain amount of blissful warmth he had no intention of using it to charm Charope. Eric watched Charope closely looking very calm, his light blue eyes focused diligently on what she would do with the information he’d given her. “Will you be alright?....How do you feel?” he asked calmly lowering his hand from Charope’s cheek. Eric tried to smile as his blissful magic kept flowing around his body in slow waves of mystical energy, displaying his amazing blissful powers to Charope.
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Post by Tiamat on May 22, 2018 20:17:44 GMT -6
Something in the magic surrounding them shifted. It was still there, still pressed in on her like the jungle's heat, warm and familiar and unavoidable. But at least it was no longer trying to distract her with euphoria. Charope dug her nails into the palms of her hands and bit the side of her cheek. Despite the sharp flares of pain, she couldn't look away. Eric sat up. His slow movement gave her time to adjust to stay upright rather than fall back down. Part of her was afraid that if she ended up flat on the bed, she wouldn't be able to move again.
She jerked her head to the side, avoiding Eric's touch. Bad enough he had her trapped here, helpless, unable to resist any aspect of his unfathomable power. She wasn't going to let him touch her like some lover when she hadn't had any choice in what was happening. "Pretty words from a pretty man, in his pretty wagon," she growled. "Why should I believe they're anything more than pretty lies?" While she had no idea what he meant by showing her, Charope tensed and tried to prepare for whatever the man tried next.
There was no way to prepare for what happened next. His eyes... opened up into impossible blue depths, glittering and sparkling as if the sea had swallowed the night sky. She fell. She flew. She learned. At last the surge of emotions, thoughts, and knowledge not her own subsided and ebbed away. Charope released a slow, controlled breath, unable to conceal how shaken she was. She turned her head, not willing to risk being trapped again by Eric's irresistible gaze. It was so tempting, so easy, to dismiss what had just happened as some kind of trick: a bid to keep her complacent. Ignoring the facts just because she didn't like them would be the worst kind of idiocy, however, and there was no denying the truth of what she'd seen -- felt -- experienced. Besides... her dark eyes flicked briefly to the display of magic undulating around Eric's body before they slid away. If he wanted to keep her subdued, it would be all too easy for him to keep her that way. Why bother lying to her?
"...I hate this," she admitted, soft but vehement. "All of it. I just--" want to go home. She clamped down on the words and refused to let them slip free, sure that they'd come out far more plaintive than she'd like. Inhaling, she straightened her back and set her shoulders, and ignored the way it pulled at the dress. "There's no one else here now. There's no reason for you not to remove these shackles... unless you don't really want to." Charope fixed a challenging stare on Eric, though she remained ready to squeeze her eyes shut or yank her head away should he try anything else.
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Nov 26, 2018 4:04:43 GMT -6
Daylight continued to filter through the thick overhead lighting the rich cozy confines of the carriage. Eric thought that he mostly had Charope figured though he'd underestimated the true depths of her resolve. Eric usually had total confidence, but now he suddenly found it lacking. He tried to contemplate his thoughts, clearly concerned about her feelings. Yet at the same time looked confused. Despite everything he'd done Eric saw that Charope hadn't been fully comforted by the mystical vision through his emotions. Her first words only confirmed it more clearly to him. Then again Eric saw that he'd been blindsided even before finally trying to quell her fears. Charope must have mistrusted his good intentions from the very start about her freedom. He began to surmise his overwhelming position of power, and realized that it would have been easy for Charope to think that he was trying to mislead her.
Eric sat up crossing his legs, sitting more comfortably on the bed to better face Charope. His light blue eyes focused compassionately on Charope wanting to know her feelings. He'd been close to her before through his magic; anticipating that she would find something positive. However Charope's words surprised Eric even while she clamped them down. He blinked for a moment then frowned with concern. Deep down Eric realized that Charope wasn't going to easily see him as her salvation. Her deep desire to return home outweighed everything. Eric had sensed it through his magic before, but Charope’s feelings nailed it into him hard this time. Until now he’d only been distracting Charope from her troubles instead of rectifying them. The realization caused him to feel a deep sense of guilt knowing that his methods had become so sidetracked for his own desires. Eric felt his responsibilities to Charope becoming even more clear to him. Although inside Eric knew he couldn’t instantly grant her deepest desire. He’d always been forced to carefully calculate his operations. Knowing very well that he couldn’t risk bringing to much attention to himself. The possibility of being discovered by the empire, and losing everything he held precious was to great.
The brilliant display of magical power around Eric's body glistened before disappearing suddenly, while any surrounding blissful energy that was still present within the carriage slowly began gravitating towards him. Eric figured that his powers wouldn’t be helpful in this moment not wishing to antagonize Charope any further. He wanted to respond to her, but decided to wait carefully watching Charope gather herself. His light blue eyes widened in surprise at Charope’s interrogation leaving him lost for words. Her challenging stare seemed to cut through him easily causing his guilt to rise to the surface. He moaned regretfully his eyes losing it’s calming disposition. “Charope it's not that easy….you'd be in danger…..I can't.” he began to say softly. Eric’s voice held no hint of blissful power, rather it sounded dejected.
The despair he felt almost overwhelmed him causing Eric to shut his eyes instinctively. He took a deep breath attempting to restore his disposition calmly searching his feelings. While the remaining leftover permanence of Eric's blissful power absorbed itself back into his body. Eric's eyes opened moments later his demeanor seeming much more serene. “The shackles….they're complex devices….I can't just simply remove them….it has to be done legally....overtime….without a hint of suspicion.” He explained softly.
Eric found it strange that despite the fact that she knew about his blissful powers that Charope had still been doubting him. He'd rescued many slaves before never once had any suspected his intentions to be misleading. Eric realized that Charope's fortitude was unlike anything he’d ever encountered. He looked at her more directly saying straightforwardly. “I won't force you to trust me….my only request is that you have patience. I promise that I’ll do what I can to help." Eric told Charope sincerely as he continued.
Eric straightened up his posture hoping to appear more steadfast, then he gazed at Charope earnestly saying. "You must remember that in this land, I'm the only one that can keep you safe.” He pointed the fact out calmly watching for her response. Eric kept his blissful powers dormant within him for the moment. Charope could possibly find herself yearning for those comforting tones to return. Although unknown to her Eric had forgotten to remove his influence from her new golden diamond sandals.
Meanwhile Eric’s carriage driver Jimmy climbed back into the stagecoach finally ready to depart. It wasn’t long before a slight jolt could be felt by its occupants which signaled the carriage easing into motion once more.
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Post by Tiamat on Feb 9, 2019 0:35:13 GMT -6
The power hovering around the man let off one final sparkling flash before vanishing completely. Charope tensed, blinked once and glanced to the side, but it seemed that Eric had no intention of tricking her into a complacent daze again. She took a deep breath, slow and steady, and let the feeling of fresh air filling her lungs linger and settle her before she exhaled. Her eyes narrowed at his response. "I'm already familiar with danger." She was an escort for her tribe, a guardian and protector. She stood between danger and her family. Did Eric honestly expect that to dissuade her?
To her surprise the man moaned, his expression filled with dismay before he calmed himself enough to explain. If his magical... vision... power... hadn't convinced her of his sincerity, the sheer open distress he showed might have gone a long way towards doing so. She scowled. What an irritating, complex society of rules. "So they believe you own me, yet you cannot even decide for yourself how you wish to deal with me? You, with all your wealth and magic?" Charope huffed. Keep her safe. Such a promise from a slender, sweet-talking man might have been almost sweet in other circumstances. Charope could clearly take care of herself -- she had the strength and the scars to prove it -- but here... she could admit, if only to herself, that in such an alien world it would be needlessly challenging to strike off on her own. An aide, a... guide... would be useful.
The carriage rocked into motion. Only when they resumed moving did Charope realize they had stopped at some point. Her gaze shot to the nearest, covered window. A brief surge of regret welled up. Wherever they were, they'd been stationary: a perfect opportunity to leap from the carriage and flee. Eric was soft, and relied on his money and smooth tongue to get his way. He couldn't hope to best her in a physical match. And yet... thanks to him, she understood now just how unlikely an attempt like that was to succeed.
She couldn't.
Hands fisting at her sides, she turned back to Eric. She gestured back with one hand to indicate the shackles clamped to each ankle. "If you can't take them off, can you at least weaken them? Render them inert?"
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Feb 9, 2019 18:43:19 GMT -6
Eric's insights were extremely acute now, since he'd previously felt the true depths of Charope's resolve. He watched her closely resting one hand calmly under his chin saying to her attentively. “You certainly are difficult to persuade Charope, and although you’ve been doubting the truth of my intentions….I don’t mind because I’m just happy you’re alive…I’m so relieved honestly that you’re safeguarded from those that would have inevitably caused your demise…..I’ve searched your feelings Charope…felt what you’ve endured….your resolve is truly admirable to me..” Eric smiled wholeheartedly before addressing her initial gesture regarding the situation with her shackles.
He sighed gently looking at Charope his light blue eyes embodying his gentle nature. “Explaining all the wicked complexities of this vile Empire in its entirety would only serve to frustrate you more Charope my sweet trust me….My Grandmother wisely mentored me to navigate safely through all the treacherous intricacies this land can muster….I can't entirely tamper with the main features of the shackles…but I can loosen them enough so there less noticeable.” Eric explained to her happily before he quickly reached down to fetch his light blue tunic from the floor.
He pulled the slave device controller out from one of the tunic’s many pockets, and smiled holding it. “Could you show me your ankles please Charope…..just rest them gently before me my sweet…there’s a hidden hub on the device that I need to connect to.” Eric asked Charope trustingly his voice seeming quite serene.
Eric thought his calm demeanor would be enough to quell any more frustrations that might still be lurking within Charope. He truly desired to reach an understanding with Charope without resorting to his blissful powers.
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Post by Tiamat on Feb 15, 2019 23:24:52 GMT -6
Charope stared at him. After all the people she'd... endured in this land, it was refreshing and almost startling to talk to Eric. He was so open and honest, and spoke so easily about his own vulnerabilities. Still. No amount of emotional awareness in the world could soften his casual dismissal of her. Charope's expression flattened out.
"How do you expect me to learn anything about this awful, twisted place I'm stuck in if you don't explain any of it to me? You don't think that's frustrating? I'm not a child to be sheltered. I'm not asking you to outline every last complexity, Eric. If you say you want to work with me, then work with me. Help me." Frustration leaked into her voice and she did nothing to hide it. If Eric truly wanted to help her, he needed to listen to her.
On that note... She eyed the device in his hand for a long moment. Charope's fist clenched. How much force would it take to crush the hateful little thing? Surely that would break any hold it had over the shackles. She shifted in place and shuffled around until she could stretch out her legs, rigid with tension, within Eric's reach. "That's another thing," she said, surly and resentful. "I"m not your anything, sweet or otherwise. Stop calling me that."
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Feb 17, 2019 3:50:13 GMT -6
Eric seemed quite cheerful although that began to change as he listened intently to Charope. Witnessing her churlishness Eric began to realize he'd unintentionally been striking a nerve with her. Eric frowned slightly in response, but nodded kindheartedly. He understood what she truly meant, and didn't feel any resentfulness towards Charope himself despite how she viewed him. He saw again that she wasn't like most that had witnessed his powers. When it came to the countless individuals that he rescued since childhood Eric had personally dealt with only the hopeless, and downtrodden. Those countless souls had always seen Eric as their savior in a land where the privileged majority were uncaring or indifferent to their suffering. Eric's grandmother had taught him to honor it to a certain extent. Overtime he'd become accustomed to that praise, and had always taken it upon himself to heal others, and restore hope. Through his magic he'd already seen a more softer side to Charope, but he didn't doubt that the amazon would fight to keep that hidden whenever she wasn't hypnotized by his magic.
Eric’s light blue eyes gradually showed more empathy when he replied to her softly. “I'm sorry Charope….about everything….all this time…I've never met to upset you….forgive me I know you’ve been forced to endure so much....I would never wish this hardship upon you….I’ll do everything within my power to help guide you home and strengthen you…..that is my purpose here….I'm naturally here to heal, and ease the sufferings of others.” Eric smiled wholeheartedly at Charope as he went on.
“Through my work over the years I've grown use to charming and lifting the spirits of others….its just been a habit....and I sometimes get carried away with flattery….Forgive me I honestly understand that our time together will be very short...I just wanted to value our friendship.” Eric smiled sincerely admiring Charope.
Still holding the remote Eric had waited for the moment when Charope’s shackles were before him. But he was surprised to see how much tension Charope was exerting towards showing them. Considering how much she detested them Eric felt strongly that Charope's flustered anger was only causing her more anxiety, and thought it would be better to pacify her. In truth Eric needed Charope to think more calmly of him so that he could better accomplish what she'd requested; and knew he could subtly use his blissful powers to accomplish that end. Focusing within himself Eric quietly allowed his magic to be released once more allowing its soothing presence to manifest through his voice as he spoke enchantingly to Charope starting to gently quell her anger with bliss. “I understand everything Charope….I'll explain much and give you some summaries of what we're dealing with.…you deserve that....just let me first soothe this stressful tension you’re feeling….please relax for me….take a few deep breaths gently….in and out…..continue to breathe evenly....relax and loosen yourself blissfully without worry...allow me to come close to you.” Eric’s hypnotic voice spoke serenely to Charope calming her mood.
His voice blissfully passed through Charope's ears lightly soothing her mind to tune into Eric's compelling words. “You’re safe with me Charope you truly know this deep down….let me tend to you in this moment….relax now…I’ll take care of these shackles and loosen the clamps…you can trust in me Charope….let yourself fall lightly into relaxation….we’ll be more productive once your anger gently slips away…focus on enjoying this bliss….you'll be alright…..lay back now….relax without any tension….set your feet on my lap….wiggle your toes and I'll work on your ankles while you watch happily….I'm going to help you Charope…just relax I'll take care of this....slip peacefully into the relaxing delight of my blissful power.” Eric smiled telling Charope tenderly comforting her as his blissful magic wrapped itself enchantingly around her mind letting her slip more into Eric's blissful influence. With her possibly close to falling for him Eric scooched forward sitting closer to Charope waiting for her to comply.
Eric had been watching to see how his hypnotic suggestions would take effect. He hoped that his blissful subtleties would have gone by seemingly unnoticed by Charope's defenses so that she'd be induced into a light trance for him until the clamps on her shackles were loosened.
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Post by Tiamat on Feb 25, 2019 17:13:20 GMT -6
The tight fist clenched around her insides loosened a little when Eric apologized. Good. He heard her, and was willing to treat her with respect, as an equal. If she really couldn't get away from him and make her own way across this country, back to her home... if she were stuck here with him... at least she wasn't trapped with an arrogant, overbearing fool.
Charope blinked at him. Their friendship? He acted overly-familiar and assumptive with her, because he wanted to value their friendship? What friendship? This was the longest conversation she'd had with him, after barely knowing him for a day. So thrown was she by his admission, Charope didn't register his subtle magic seeping into the air and enriching his smooth voice. She could accept an explanation later, now that he'd promised to do so. A little waiting was tolerable. She didn't know why she had to wait when they had nothing but time in the carriage, but if that's what Eric wanted to do, she could abide by it. Compromises required give and take from both parties, after all.
Without quite realizing what was happening, her breathing slowed. At Eric's prompting Charope inhaled long and slow, holding and exhaling to the measured pace of his voice. Her shoulders relaxed as the tension eased from her body, and she fixed her dark eyes on him as he spoke to her. With each blink her gaze turned a little glassier, a little more distant. Safe with Eric. Yes, she knew that, deep down. Charope nodded, lethargic, her weight settling more heavily into the mattress. Relax... they'd be more productive without her anger... focus on the bliss, enjoying it... That might have raised a few warning bells in Charope's mind, if Eric hadn't already expertly talked her down into a foggy daze. She slumped back onto the bed, limp, her head tilted down so she could continue staring at Eric with glazed eyes. At his direction she lifted her feet, her legs feeling enormously heavy, and slid them into his lap. She sighed as she relaxed once again, her toes stretching and wiggling and just brushing against his shirt.
Yes. She smiled at him, loose and easy. This was much better.
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Post by Eric the Blissful Sorcerer on Feb 27, 2019 21:38:04 GMT -6
In the back of his mind Eric had been longing for another moment when he could feel closer to Charope. Eric couldn't help but feel is body shiver seeing both of Charope’s feet coming to rest on his lap. Seeing her toes wriggling against his shirt was an irresistible sight for Eric filling him with a desire to savor the wonderful moment. Eric was delighted by Charope's enthusiasm knowing it had been brought on so perfectly by his magic. “You’ll find Charope that being friends with me has its blissful benefits…this contentment that you're feeling now….you can embrace it Charope…let yourself yearn for more bliss….enjoy your sweet friend pampering you….our friendship is very caring Charope….trusting, and comforting with benefits that you can enjoy….wonderful pleasure…..rest knowing deep down that you can trust in me….I’ll be your blissful ally….relax Charope curl your toes….smile taking in the majestic beauty of my words….let my voice soothe your soul.” Eric cooed enchantingly to her, feeling inspired to delight Charope with bliss while formally comforting her with thoughts of fellowship.
He made preparations to subtly influence her more as Eric’s power manifested through his body, and voice. His power soon came as the magical energy glistened floating in his palms freely with the colorful magic flowing around him. Eric smiled adoringly at Charope putting his hands on the tops of her feet stroking them tenderly. He started humming beautifully to Charope charming her with blissful praise to help loosen her stress, and relax her further. “Hmmmm…..Hmmmm…..Hmmm….Hmmmm!...Ah…hmmmm…..Ah…Hmmmm….Oh Charope……Hmmmm…..Hmmmmm!” He sighed continuing to serenade her, while Eric allowed the blissful warmth of his magical aura to radiate before her. Since Charope had previously been close to him, that physical contact would allow her to absorb those familiar feelings of contentment very easily. Eric's powers were naturally apart of him flowing through his entire being, and normally he could never totally mask his magical aura without his cloaks. However his very touch could naturally feel blissfully warm especially against Charope's skin possibly making her desire to be close to the warmth that embodied it. More of Charope's anxieties would be eased out by Eric's blissful aura as his power radiated subtly sending stimulating waves of irresistible bliss throughout her whole body.
Wanting to admire her beautiful smile Eric sighed sweetly planning to take the time to pamper Charope more before working his way up to loosening the shackles. Eric happily caressed Charope's feet warming her soles with his blissful magic. His powers pampered Charope letting her feel the benefits of his affections for her. The magic traveled in waves of comforting bliss flowing through her feet as the warmth of Eric’s magic continued to relax her. She’d also hear Eric’s voice beautifully praising her with more blissful contentment. “Oh Charope….you’re so lovely….….isn’t it so beautiful Charope for us to be friends…your toes might be curling…..you're feeling the blissful warmth of our friendship….its so wonderful for your sweet friend to touch your feet Charope pampering you….you're loving this I know….I'll point your toes now…..relax Charope my beautiful friend.” He told Charope gently letting her mind absorb the blissful feelings of Eric's touch.
Now that both her feet had been warmed by his magic Eric turned his attention to Charope’s toes. With the magical energy still glistening in his hands Eric gently laid them on Charope's left foot. Applying a bit of pressure he pointed her toes like a ballerina’s, pushing her foot back to stretch Charope's lower calf muscles. The relaxing motion would allow Charope to feel a surge of blissful pleasure flowing through her entire being. Eric knew it would likely feel amazing to Charope, helping to condition her to desire more foot rubs in the future. Eric sighed happily as he continued giving the same pleasurable foot rub focusing his attention on Charope's right foot.
He hadn't forgotten about his promise to loosen her shackles, but Eric couldn't help his desire to blissfully pamper enjoying Charope's reactions.
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Post by Tiamat on Mar 20, 2019 20:48:49 GMT -6
She could have such blissful benefits with Eric. Charope blinked, vacant, and stared at the man as he directed her thoughts. It did feel good, didn't it? He wasn't hurting her, or threatening her. He wanted to help her, to... pamper her. The idea of such one-sided affection, of laying back and doing nothing while the other party did all the work, normally wouldn't sit right with her. It was hard to lie back and relax if she knew someone else was working on something she could help with. But Eric kept speaking, crooning, and Charope was so heavily relaxed into the mattress. It was so hard to move. A smile and sluggish wiggling of her toes was about all she could do, so it was a good thing that that was all Eric asked of her.
Her eyes widened as the air sparkled around Eric, his magic expanding and becoming visible once more. The brief, muted alarm she felt sought for purchase in her dazed, drifting mind. Then Eric put his hands on her feet. Charope moaned and went limp as perfect warmth soaked into her skin. That was -- that was -- her toes curled and her eyes fluttered, nearly closing at the sensation. It must be magic, must be -- her callused soles weren't nearly this sensitive, and yet...
Pleasure washed over her, surging up from her foot as Eric manipulated it this way and that, rolling and stretching it in a way she hadn't thought possible. "Eric..." she moaned. His attention shifted to her other foot and Charope grasped weakly at the covers beneath her, awash in blissful, relaxing pleasure so strong it was impossible to do anything but ride it out for as long as it lasted. Charope hoped that would be for quite some time. All thoughts of disabling the shackles or learning more about her situation had completely scattered from her mind.
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