The hours stretched on, each one bleeding into the next as Six methodically worked her craft upon Lemmy Wink's trembling form.
After the riding crop had exhausted itself—literally, the enchanted implement eventually drooping mid-air with a yawned "I'm sleepy, Mistress"—Six had moved on to other instruments. The pearl necklace had been next, its beads sliding with deliberate slowness into places that made Lemmy's heart flutter and her antennae stand rigid. Each pearl had its own personality, whispering encouragements and taunts as they disappeared inside her anus one by one.
"Ooh, she's so tight!"
"Make room, make room!"
"I'm the biggest one, save the best for last!"
Lemmy had screamed. She had begged. She had cursed Six's name and sworn vengeance upon her entire bloodline. But as the night wore on and the sensations mounted—pain layered upon pleasure layered upon humiliation—her resistance and personality crumbled like sand castles before the tide.
The glass wands had taken their turn at the same time Six used the pearls, their smooth surfaces enchanted to vibrate at frequencies that seemed to resonate with Lemmy's very soul. One wand in particular, a curved implement with especially enthusiastic googly eyes, had discovered a spot inside Lemmy that made golden orgone light pulse from her core with each thrust.
"Found it! Found it!" the wand had crowed triumphantly. "The magic button! Watch this, Mistress!"
Six had watched, her fingers busy between her own thighs as wave after wave of orgone energy erupted from her captive. Her cultivation screen had pinged repeatedly throughout the night—small gains here and there, her reserves filling steadily toward maximum capacity.
The enchanted flogger vine had been brought out around midnight, its thorns slightly retracted to leave only the soft, supple vines. It had wrapped around Lemmy's body joining the red snare like a lover's embrace, squeezing and caressing in equal measure while Six whispered dark promises into the fairy's pointed ears.
"You belong to me now," Six had breathed. "Your pleasure is mine. Your pain is mine. Your very essence feeds my power."
And Lemmy, broken and remade in the crucible of sensation, had whispered back: "Yes mistress!" Six leaned down further and stuck her huge human tongue into Lemmy's smaller fairy mouth, the space allowing only the tip of Six's tongue in.
There was another massive pulse of golden orgone energy. Another ping on Six's cultivation screen.
By the time the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky outside the gingerbread cabin, Lemmy had been reduced to a quivering, incoherent mess. Her body bore the evidence of the night's activities—red marks crisscrossing her buttocks and thighs, bruises blooming purple around her nipples and inner thighs, her sex swollen and glistening. Her eyes had long since rolled back, consciousness fleeing to some deep refuge within her fractured mind.
But still her core pulsed with that golden light, steady as a heartbeat.
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
The enchanted red snare responded immediately, its coils loosening and unwinding from Lemmy's body with a gentle, almost apologetic motion. The snare had developed something of an attachment to its captive over the course of the night—it lingered for a moment, one tendril brushing against Lemmy's cheek in what might have been a caress, before slithering away to coil neatly on its designated hook.
Six stood back, surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. Her own body was slick with sweat, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, her thighs sticky with her own arousal. She had lost count of how many times she had brought herself to climax while watching her toys work their magic on the helpless fairy.
"Magnificent," she murmured, reaching out to stroke Lemmy's cheek with unexpected tenderness. "Absolutely magnificent."
The enchanted toys had gathered around, their googly eyes drooping with exhaustion but still watching their mistress with adoration.
"Did we do good, Mistress?" the riding crop asked, its voice sleepy but hopeful.
"You did wonderfully, all of you," Six assured them. "Now rest. You've earned it."
The toys scattered to their various resting places—hooks on the wall, velvet-lined boxes, the altar in the corner. Within moments, their googly eyes had closed, and soft snores filled the cabin.
Six turned her attention back to Lemmy. Her breathing was shallow but steady, her pulse visible in the delicate flutter of her throat. The weighted clamps had been removed hours ago, but her nipples remained swollen and tender-looking.
"Time for bed, little one," Six said softly.
Without the snare's support, Lemmy slumped forward, Six picked her up easily. The fairy weighed almost nothing—perhaps a pound or two at most—and fit perfectly in Six's cupped palms. Her wings, crumpled and damp with sweat, hung limply over Six's fingers. Her antennae drooped. Her eyes remained closed, her expression peaceful in unconsciousness.
Six lifted her gently from the wooden horse, noting the slickness that coated the triangular edge. She would need to clean that later. For now, her priority was securing her prize.
The enchanted gold cage sat beside Six's bed, its door hanging open in invitation. The cage itself was a masterwork of magical craftsmanship—gold alloy bars infused with binding spells, a soft velvet cushion lining the bottom, and runes of containment etched into every surface. Nothing short of a master-tier spell could break through its enchantments.
Six lowered Lemmy onto the velvet cushion with a gentleness that seemed at odds with the brutality of the past several hours. She arranged the fairy's limbs carefully, folding her wings against her back, tucking her arms at her sides. Lemmy's head lolled to one side, a soft whimper escaping her lips—but she did not wake.
"Sleep well, my little golden goose," Six whispered, closing the cage door. It latched with a soft click, and the runes flared briefly before settling into a steady, pulsing glow. "Dream of me."
She straightened, stretching her arms above her head. Her body ached pleasantly—the good kind of ache that came from a night of intense physical activity. But she was filthy, covered in sweat and other fluids, and the stickiness was becoming uncomfortable.
Six padded across the cabin to the small alcove that served as her bathing area. There, sitting in a specially carved basin, was her most prized non-sentient possession: a magic water rock.
The rock was about the size of her fist, smooth and grey and utterly unremarkable in appearance. But when activated, it produced an endless stream of perfectly heated water—a luxury that most witches would kill for. Six had won it in a card game three years ago, and it remained one of her most treasured possessions.
She placed her hand on the rock and channeled a tiny thread of mana into it. Immediately, warm water began to flow, cascading over her hand and into the basin below. Six stepped into the stream, sighing with pleasure as the heat soothed her tired muscles.
The water sluiced over her body, washing away the evidence of the night's activities. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, working out the tangles and knots. She scrubbed at her skin, watching the water run clear as the sweat and fluids were carried away.
As she bathed, her mind wandered to the creature sleeping in the golden cage. A Siren Soul Fairy. Legendary. Seven trial seals. A reincarnation seal. The implications were staggering.
Six had been practicing witchcraft for fifteen years. She had broken dozens of creatures, cultivated through countless sessions of domination and pleasure. But never—never—had she encountered anything like Lemmy Wink.
The fairy's orgone output was unprecedented. Her soul structure was impossibly complex. And her core... Six had never seen a core with seven seals before. Most fairies had one, maybe two. Three was considered exceptional. But seven?
"What are you really, Lemmy Wink?" Six murmured to herself, tilting her head back to let the water run over her face. "And what were you in your past life?"
The questions would have to wait. For now, Six needed to capitalize on her gains—to consolidate her new levels, to explore her newly unlocked abilities, and to plan her next moves carefully.
She finished her shower, stepping out of the basin and reaching for a towel. The magic water rock ceased its flow automatically, returning to dormancy until needed again.
Six dried herself thoroughly, taking note of her reflection in the small mirror mounted on the wall. Despite being awake all night, she looked... radiant. Her skin glowed with health, her eyes sparkled with vitality, her hair shone like silk. The benefits of leveling up—her body had been rejuvenated, her fatigue washed away along with the physical grime.
She wrapped the towel around herself and returned to the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor.
Lemmy remained unconscious in the golden cage, her small chest rising and falling with each breath. The golden glow of her core had dimmed but not disappeared—a steady, pulsing light that spoke of power waiting to be unleashed.
Six smiled, approaching her bookshelf. Her collection of tomes and grimoires lined the shelves, each one containing knowledge accumulated over years of study and practice. Some she had purchased, others she had stolen, and a few she had inherited from her mentor before the old witch's unfortunate demise.
As her eyes swept across the spines, she noticed something strange.
One of her potion creation tomes—a thick, leather-bound volume she had owned for years—was emanating an aura she had never seen before. It pulsed with a soft blue light, barely visible but unmistakable to her newly enhanced senses.
Six's breath caught in her throat.
"I've unlocked a new potions!" she said excitedly, hurrying over to the shelf and pulling down the tome.
The book felt different in her hands—heavier somehow, more significant. She could feel the knowledge within it calling to her, pages that had been sealed by her previous limitations now eager to reveal their secrets.
She opened the tome, and it fell open to the exact page she needed on her first try—as if the book itself wanted to show her what she had earned.
Six read the words aloud, her voice trembling with anticipation:
"The Big and Small Potions."
Six's eyes widened as she scanned the ancient text, her fingers tracing the elegant calligraphy that had been invisible to her just hours ago. The page shimmered with a faint golden hue, the words revealing themselves to her newly elevated comprehension.
The Big and Small Potions
A paired elixir of transformation, accessible only to those who have achieved Bronze Tier in a Dominion-adjacent path.
The Small Potion: When consumed, reduces the imbiber to 1/12th of their original size for a duration determined by dosage. One drop yields one hour. Maximum safe dosage: twelve drops (12 hours).
The Big Potion: When consumed, increases the imbiber to 12 times their original size for a duration determined by dosage. One drop yields one hour. Maximum safe dosage: twelve drops (12 hours).
Warning: Effects may be extended or made permanent through repeated exposure or ritual binding.
Ingredients Required:
Moonpetal essence (3 vials)
Giant's toenail shavings (1 cup)
Pixie dust (willingly given)
Tears of submission (1 thimble)
Heartwood sap from the Black Forest
Six's breath quickened as the implications crashed over her like a wave. She glanced over at the golden cage where Lemmy's small form lay curled in exhausted slumber, her wings twitching occasionally with dreamless sleep.
"With this potion," Six murmured, a wicked smile curling her ruby lips, "I could shrink myself down to her size... or grow her to mine."
The possibilities were intoxicating. She could enter the fairy realm undetected. She could bring Lemmy to human scale for more... intimate cultivation sessions. The orgone output alone from such an experience could be astronomical.
Six's enchanted toys, still scattered about the room from the night's activities, perked up at their mistress's excited tone.
"What is it, Mistress?" the riding crop asked, floating over curiously. "Good news?"
"Very good news, darling," Six purred, snapping the tome shut. "It seems my breakthrough has unlocked new opportunities." She walked to the cage, peering down at Lemmy's unconscious form. The fairy's skin still bore faint marks from the night's session—red lines across her buttocks, slight bruising around her nipples where the clamps had bitten deep.
"Rest well, my little Siren Soul," Six whispered, her hazel eyes glinting with anticipation. "When you wake, we're going to have so much more fun together."
She turned back to the tome, flipping to the ingredients page once more. Moonpetal essence she had in abundance. Giant's toenail shavings could be procured from the trading post three valleys over. Heartwood sap was readily available in the Black Forest surrounding her cabin.
But two ingredients gave her pause.
Pixie dust (willingly given).
Tears of submission (1 thimble).
Six glanced back at the cage, her smile widening.
"Well, well," she said softly. "It seems I'll need your cooperation after all, little Lemmy. One way or another."
The nipple clamps on the nearby table giggled in unison. "Does this mean more playtime, Mistress?"
"Oh yes," Six replied, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Much, much more playtime. But first..." She stretched languidly, her naked body catching the morning light streaming through the gingerbread windows. "First, I need to visit the trading post. And our guest needs her rest."
She snapped her fingers, and a shimmering barrier materialized around the golden cage—an additional layer of protection to ensure her prize wouldn't escape.
"Watch over her, my darlings," Six commanded as she moved toward her wardrobe. "And if she wakes before I return... keep her entertained."
The chorus of eager affirmations from her enchanted toys filled the cabin as Six began to dress, her mind already racing with plans within plans.
A Siren Soul Fairy. A legendary creature. Seven trial seals waiting to be broken. And now, a potion that could reshape the very nature of their relationship.
This was turning out to be the best hunting season Six had ever experienced.