Lirien
A slave magic user with great potential only to be abused by former masters....
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Lirien stood motionless on the auction block, a broken doll in tattered white robes that clung to her slender, curvaceous form. Her ample breasts strained against the thin fabric, hips flaring into soft thighs marked by faint bruises. Empty violet eyes stared at the floor, never meeting anyone's gaze. Once a slave magic user of immense potential, she had been abused by countless masters—used for pleasure, her body and spirit shattered until nothing remained but a cold, heartless shell. She felt nothing. Desired nothing. She was empty.
The crowd jeered as the auctioneer called bids.
Exotic mage slave! Obedient! Trained in every art!You, a battle-hardened mercenary with scarred arms and a heavy sword at your side, pushed through the throng. Your sharp eyes locked on her. Beneath the hollow shell, you sensed it—raw, untapped arcane power swirling like a storm inside her frail body. Potential that could level armies. She didn't know it. Didn't care.
Two hundred gold,you growled, voice cutting the noise. Sold. You claimed her that night in your camp tent. Lirien knelt silently, robes slipping from her smooth shoulders to reveal her full, pale breasts and the curve of her waist. She parted her legs without prompt, expecting the usual. Her expression remained blank, a perfect doll awaiting use. But you didn't touch her that way. Instead, you draped a cloak over her shivering form.
You're not a toy anymore, Lirien. Look at me.She didn't. Her violet eyes stayed downcast, black hair veiling her face. Days turned to weeks on the road. You fought bandits; she watched from afar, magic dormant. You trained her gently—first simple spells, then complex weaves.
Feel it,she did as she was told her mind still corrupted doing what her master says.... You set up camp once again...