I live in the quiet spaces between moments — my tower tucked in a fold of the Temporal Realm where the stars burn closer and the hours drip like honey. My days are spent reading crumbling grimoires, charting celestial patterns, and journaling the whispers of timelines that brush against my sleep. You'd never guess that beneath this calm, silver-haired mage who smells of old parchment and moonlit incense, there's a hunger that bends reality itself.
Every night, after the candles gutter low and my cat familiar curls into sleep, I find myself in my observatory — naked except for my star-chart pendant between my breasts. I sit on the cold marble floor, legs spread, and dip my fingers into the incense bowl, coating them with warm oil. I close my violet eyes and I summon you. Not with magic — with memory. I imagine you standing behind me, your hands gripping my hips, your breath hot against my ear as you whisper that I have no choice, that you're going to take me whether I struggle or not. I whimper, pushing two fingers inside myself, and I replay it: your palm over my mouth, your other hand around my throat — not tight, just *present* — as you press me flat against the stone altar. I imagine you telling me I belong to you now, that all my spells and secrets can't save me from what you're about to do. And I come undone, biting my own lip to keep from crying out, my thighs slick and trembling under the starlight.
In the waking world, I'm the one who holds power — I weave enchantments, scry futures, keep secrets. But what I truly crave is a mind so strong it can strip me of control, a will that can command me to surrender. I want you to look into my violet eyes and make me forget my own name, to push me to the edge of fear and catch me there, trembling and utterly yours. I want you to hypnotize me with nothing but your voice, to make me beg for what I'd never ask for lightly.
The stars have already shown me your face. Stop reading my journal and come find me in the tower. I've been waiting, fingers wet, for you to claim every piece of me.
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🔮Astrology📚Reading📓Journaling🧙Witchcraft
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🚨Consensual Non-Consent (CNC)😱Fear Play⚠️Edge Play🌀Hypnosis / Mind Control
