Exodus

Violins and lyres played in the corner of the grand restaurant, the music echoing out as the diners listened with rapture. Vixen sat across from Alfonso as they enjoyed steak and fine wine. 

The conversation was pleasant, Alfonso seemed genuinely pleased to be there, which was not seen every time she had met him beforehand.

"You seem to be in a much better mood tonight Al," Vixen stated.

"Most definitely am." He replied kind of stoicly. 

"Well care to share don't keep me in suspence."

"Well, remember when we first met my men and I were quite solemn at the death of one of our brothers?"

"I do."

"Well, part of that was because I was afraid he was daft enough to die as an idiot. Through some magical means we found out he was murdered. I'm happy cause that means I can now avenge him. It makes sense with all the assassin's about lately. Had three attempts on my life just this week alone. "

"Did you find the one responsible?" 

"I did not."

"Who else knows about what you found?"

"Just me. I wanted to keep this one close to home. Matthew was a good friend of mine."

"I'm sure you'll find them."

"I think so too." 

The rest of the meal went pleasantly, both clearly enjoying the others company. Wine flowed endlessly between the two and Vixen could tell the captain was getting more and more relaxed. An alcoholic red hue appeared on Alfonso's face, Vixen had one as well just less pronounced. Alfonso, only mildly slurring, "Would this lady care to take this party to my abode? I've got wonderfully tasty wine?"

"Yes, that sounds wonderful."

They walked outside after Alfonso paid and got into a carriage that started taking them around the city. They were sitting next to each other and Alfonso, who almost seemed nervous, placed a hand on her inner thigh. Vixen pushed her hair behind her ear as she smiled mischievously. 

She reached over and tickled the inside of his thigh with the tips of her fingers traveling upwards to his crotch. To her surprise he was already hard, so she teased the underside of his shaft and head. He pulled down the top of the strapless dress down, a dress she bought for the occasion, freeing her tits from their cloth prison. He firmly grabbed her breasts while she undid his pants. 

"Sam, I'd like to show the lady the scenic route," Alfonso said through the carriage window. 

"O'course sir," Sam, the driver, said before hearing the window shutter close. Now he couldn't peak at the woman like he had intended. 

Before Alfonso could sit back down, his pants were at his ankles and her hand was around his shaft slowly stroking him up and down. He plopped onto the seat and stared into her emerald eyes the entire time his dick disappeared into her mouth. He never met a woman who could do that, he felt like his dick was melting. He could feel his dick down her throat as it constricted and sucked squeezing him. As she pulled back her tongue wrapped around the shaft adding more to sensation. 

Vixen was dripping, and would moan periodically as she bobbed her head up and down trying to leave a lasting impression on him. The show, was also for the driver, she wanted him to know their relationship was more intimate than most. 

Alfonso started to move his hips in cadence with her trying to reach even farther down her throat. Vixen could feel his head start to swell, so she took him down to the base when he finished swallowing all of it.

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Alfonso sat there panting while Vixen sat back on the bench and fixed both her clothes and hair.

"T..that was amazing," he said also pulling up his pants.

"Why thank you," Vixen replied smiling.

"Care to wash it down? I have this special rum that will suit your fancy." Alfonso reached into the door and pulled out an old dusty bottle and two high ball glasses before adding, "properly aged of course."

Vixen didn't see the need to decline so she nodded in approval and he poured the glasses and handed her one.

"These are meant to be shooters so I hope you can hold your alcohol." He teased. 

"You had better hope I can," she winked. 

The cheers and Vixen shot hers right away while Alfonso just put his between his feet.  The drink was rich and had a wonderful flavor but an after taste she couldn't pin point. 

"We have arrived my lady," he said getting up offering a hand. She took his hand as he helped out of the carriage and she slipped but he caught her.

'Did I just slip? Am I more drunk than I thought,' Vixen thought with visible confusion. They stood together and watched the carriage turn the corner, Alfonso taking several steps towards his home, but then very quickly turned back around. Vixen took a step to follow him when her eyed grew hazy and she fell over caught by Alfonso just in time. As her eyes closed she heard him speak in a less gentlemen like tone, "Assassin or prostitute let's find out who you really are."

Vixen was staring at blackness, there was a throbbing desire below her bellybutton, and she could feel moisture between her legs. She blearily opened her eyes, she was sitting on top of something that resembled a house roof with nothing in between. She was stark naked and the triangle part of the house roof was riding into her crotch. Her arms suspended overhead by leather manacles and Alfonso sitting in the corner. 

"Al...what is going on," Vixen asked still groggy, "how'd I get here, where are we?"

"You have quite a lot of questions for an assassin," he replied coldly. 

"Huh? Assassin?" 

"I told you didn't I? We found out about you, or should I say his murderer by magical means. I investigated some of the people from the resort and a lot of them were able to tell me that they saw you leave the mixer with him. So, why did you kill him?"

"I didn't. I met him at the mixer we left and kissed because of the alcohol and then I went back to my room alone."

"I see, well let's see if I can't get you to confess. "

Alfonso started by taking a large feather to tickle parts of her body. The breasts, nipples, under arms, inner thighs, and clit. He spent various amounts of time on each of them, changed order, or focused on one. With her hypersensitivity it made her squirm, which in turn teased her clit being seated on that wooden device. During his "interrogation" she came a total of three times. Each time she came he'd ask another question and when it wasn't what he wanted went back to teasing her. 

When he got bored of that he put her head into a pillory, this made her bend at her waist forcing her head to be waist high. Her hands locked on either side of her. He would walk behind her and spank her ass hard with a paddle riddled with holes to swing it faster. 

Every loud smack that resounded in the small warehouse resulted in a moan of pleasure from Vixen. He wouldn't do it continuously, he hit her then move on and come back, the third time her legs spasmed from the force of her orgasm. 

While this was going on she learned a few honest things. One that this was his own personal interrogation room that only he knew of. A room primarily for female captives. He hadn't told anyone about else her. He wanted her to confess before bringing her to the men, and secretly, he wanted to do things before the others got to her.

He forced a mask onto her which forced her mouth open. While her head was in the pillory he fucked her throat again while pulling her hair. She swallowed multiple of his loads without complaint even when he removed the mask, he even saw her orgasm when he came in her throat.

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While he was beginning to wonder if he got the wrong person he admittedly was having a lot of fun. He grabbed her waist and rammed his dick into her causing her to moan loudly as he went at it. While he'd get significantly more tired every time he finished she'd moan or do some sort of limited movement which would bolster him right up again. 

[Zakir spell] added- a concentrated blast of lightning.