Intro – Welcoming a new battery

‘Peace… Good thing it never lasts.’ Isiltoth thought to himself as he admired the gorgeous brown haired woman staring lustfully into his eyes, licking the top of his shaft. Her blue lingerie matched with her turquoise visage. Laid back in his imperially ornate chair, he pondered what should the girl’s fate be. ‘She’s stunning… like most who come here. She could be a spy, sent by that sly bastard Arowin. What an ugly fate would befell this gracious bird if that were the case. Aah, she’s astounding with her tongue – I might even keep her around.’

“So you’ve come here to be in my service, yes?” the deceptively young-looking wizard asks as he strokes the beautiful girl’s head.
She briefly pauses stroking with her hands and tongue, looks up and nods with a charming smile.

“Then you’ll have to accept my sigil – placed upon your body.” Isiltoth states coldly.

As he led her to the large bed with him, her worries faded and again she was overcome by lust – beckoning the handsome wizard to take her. Her two blue lingerie pieces barely covering her slim, petite frame – she laid down on the red silk bedsheets. Any mere mortal would be overcome by an urge to give way to their sexual desire – but although Isiltoth was aroused and hard, he knew this would be a terrible waste. Fucking her as she was would only dissipate all the sexual mana from his orgasm. Acting coolly, he spread the girl’s legs apart and pulled down her underwear to reveal her juicy sex. Subduing his urge to penetrate her right away, he placed both hands upon her uterus and muttered a chant.

“Anya. I bind thee to my service. Your body and mind I shall use as I see fit. Serve and live happily or betray and be torn into a million pieces.” He spoke as if possessed, his eyes shining with blue energy and exuding a powerful aura.
As he withdrew his hands from atop her sex, the contours of a tattoo appeared – artfully painting a over her uterus, going from her slit into a T over the ovaries. This sort of tattoo was not only an erotic marking of slaves, but a conduit for redirecting the sexual energies generated by orgasm into magicka gems.

Anya was scared, unsure of the wizard’s intentions after his ominous statement.

“Have no fear, you are now prepared.” Proclaimed Isiltoth, waving his hand over her face in a gentle caress. The green emerald on his ring turned a shade darker with this gesture as he cast a spell to turn her fear and anxiety into arousal.

Anya, bewitched, stared ghastly back at the tall blonde wizard with overflowing hair as he lowered himself over. She looked almost like a soulless husk, a beautiful doll with only lust brewing behind her visage. In truth, most women would look at Isiltoth much the same way – with begging eyes, sometimes so he pleased them, sometimes so he spared them. She gasped with anticipation as the tip of his hard cock probed her nether region.

“Aaaah. More. Please master Isiltoth! Please fill me with your magnificent cock! Please… Aah…” she moaned, almost coming at the first thrust.

Isiltoth obliged - going deeper with each successive thrust, until he was pounding little Anya’s cervix. Her tight young pussy gripped his shaft with almost unmatched vigor. ‘A shame she’s not better endowed in the bosoms…’ he thought as he pounded Anya’s cunt faster and faster until for each three heartbeats a thrust was given. ‘Tight and wet. So good. Aah.’

“MORE! AAH! MORE! EEAAAHH!” She moaned with pain and pleasure, tethering on the brink.

“Anya you dirty little slut… I’ll give you… I’ll give you more…” the mage panted and hummed an incantation, his ring growing darker still.

Within seconds, his member swelled to an unnatural girth, stretching Anya’s cunt as it filled her. He stopped just short of tearing her wide open then slammed his hand on her neck, speeding up the onslaught. As Anya’s cunt began twitching with orgasm, she also pushed the mage past the Rubicon.

Isiltoth felt the impending wave of pleasure crashing upon both of them – and focused on the ring. With each pulse of his cock, pumping Anya’s cunt full of his seed – the emerald on his ring shone brighter, absorbing the sex energy they expelled. A brief eternity slipped past them and once it passed, both were left tangled in a blissful embrace.

“Few come here of their own volition Anya…” the wizard remarked, seemingly lost in thought.

“Well, I… when I was… when I was little… My village was attacked. I was planting flowers with my mother, when we heard the horn… we were under attack. We hid inside the house as we heard men and women screaming. Those filthy savages… We didn’t get to board up the house and it was just the two of us when one of them… he… ” Anya spoke with pain in her voice, on the brink of tears.

“Don’t worry little one. You’ll be safe here… Is that why you’ve come?” Isiltoth prodded, giving her a comforting caress.

“Yes. My mother died that day… A lot of good people died that day… “ Anya recalled with sadness.

“And many more would have succumbed to those terrible savages, if we wouldn’t have had the staff you gave to my father. I’ll never forget how beautiful it unleashed bolts of lightning. I stood in awe at the power held within that tiny purple gem at the top of the staff. It saved our village. If only… if only our guards had weapons such as that, maybe… maybe my mother wouldn’t have died. “

“What village did you come from, Anya?”

“Xi. It’s a small village to the southeast. You probably never even heard of it…”

“You’d be surprised of the things I know and hear… It was struck among the first, being at the border of our Kingdom. Back then, 11 years ago, we didn’t have the means to defend our borders. We do now – and you can be a part of it – what do you say Anya, do you want to help prevent such attacks in the future?”

Her eyes glistened with joy. ‘I can actually do something about it!?’ she asked herself with incredulity at the chance presented. ‘

“Yes, show me how I can help! I don’t want anyone from our kingdom to be as defenseless as we were! How can I do such a thing?”

The naked wizard sprang out of bed, eager to begin a new day. “Come. I’ll show you.” He said, quickly donning his illustrious robe and extending his hand with a deceitful smile. Clad in only her modest lingerie that she had come with, she took the wizard’s hand and smiled back at him.

Over his unnaturally long life, he had learned that it’s better, more efficient not to coerce people with magic, but appeal to their desires to get them to do his bid. Sure, he could’ve magically controlled the mind of all his slaves – but it was simply not worth it, when a smile and some words could do. Girls like Anya were naïve – having lived not even a twentieth of his years. A noble cause that they help with, was an enticing bait.
Isiltoth’s residence didn’t stand out or draw too much attention from the outside – looking much like the other noble’s estates at the center of Saguntum, the kingdom’s capital. It had two floors and a basement. Modesty and presenting himself as an earnest citizen in service to the king helped to keep people’s potential envy at bay. His power and influence, he knew, rested on his image as much as it did on his magical prowess. Over his four centuries, he learned to keep his strings well away from the public eye. Regis, another powerful wizard and one of his teachers – learned that opulence serves no purpose only when he was hanged at the king’s behest, then gutted while dancing on the noose. Thus, the thing that stood out most about his estate, was the underground garden of delights that he had carefully crafted. Behind an inconspicuous door in his basement, was an entire pocket dimension.

When he opened that door, Anya couldn’t believe her eyes. It looked like an orchard in summer – trees with beautiful fruits, lush green fields of small grass and a beautiful, soothing and sweet smell. There were naked people all around – mostly women. Some of them were painting, some were reading, some were pleasuring themselves or another – but all stopped to acknowledge Isiltoth and the newcomer when they entered the garden. What struck Anya most, though, was that there was no ceiling – but sky above them, and in place of the sun, a large green crystal.

“Anya, welcome to Elysium – my private slice of Eden. Here you will live and help me with my research. You will find that all your needs are accommodated here.”
“But… I don’t understand… master Isiltoth… how?”

“It’s very simple. Every time you orgasm – the sexual energy you release gets sent through that tattoo I placed on you to the huge emerald in the sky. I use that to power all my experiments that require magical energy. As long as you pleasure others and yourself in here – you are helping me, Anya.”

“I see. And what if I get bored – will you come visit us, will I ever leave from here?”

For a few seconds, Isiltoth didn’t respond – admiring one of his favorite toys – Mila. She had been around for a while and was still a good battery, eagerly pleasing him and the other guests he brought to Elysium. He knew, though, that at some point all battery girls get exhausted and need to be recycled.

“You need not worry. Now let’s get you acquainted with the other battery girls…” he said, leading Anya inside.