Emboldened, Phoebe assumed an attack stance and moved in for the kill. Kael looked up at her as she advanced, Phoebe saw far more surprise then pain in his eyes. Kael's eyes flashed with a cold inner power that threw enough doubt into her mind to stop her attack up short. Kael slowly rose up from his crouching position.
"I suppose I should thank you Phoebe." He said in a voice that didn't sound very thankful at all. "I had thought my mystical wards were proof against any physical assault, but I actually felt some of that. Although I wager that it hurt you more then than it hurt me." Phoebe flexed the foot she had used to kick him in the crotch, it did sting a little. "Obviously my spells need a little more work." Kael continued, "Now, KNEEL."
Phoebe smirked and started to tell him to go to hell, but to her shock she felt her knees begin to buckle of their own accord. She tried as hard as she could to order her body to obey her, but it was like someone had hijacked the cab and all she could do was watch from the backseat.
In moment she found herself sitting on her butt, legs folded neatly underneath her, and her hands resting on her knees. Kael stepped foreword, his pulsing cock mere inches away from her face. He reached down and grabbed her top, violently tearing it off of her, followed immediately by her bra. Her nice, firm breasts swayed slightly as they were released. Phoebe tried yet again to fight this takeover of her limbs, but to no avail. |