What Faerwyn experienced tonight at the hands of this young man was something that had warped her views on propriety.

Yet, even after experiencing this indecency for a second time, and by her own shameless request...

She knew she had been changed tonight in ways that were more foundational than she could currently put into words by this seemingly ordinary, frail young man.

But as it turns out....he wasn’t so ordinary after all.

Her discovery that this person was mahji only served to multiply her desire to keep him by her side.

Compounded by the unholy technique with which he applied the use of his mouth and tongue....

As well as the special ability that would potentially allow his phallus to one day reach her deepest depths in even more world-shattering sensations than what she had just experienced.

All this combined made him indispensable.

To Faerwyn, who had been living a life void of colors and sparks... this was more than enough reason for her to risk not just self-ruin, but the destruction of the entire province she governs to see her desires met.

It was selfish, and borderline unhinged... but sanity had never been her biggest suit.

It’s not like she doesn’t have a plan of her own.... Safety measures she’s put in place to make sure she isn’t lost in the carnage if it does ensue.

She would gladly have the young man’s wishes fulfilled, so long as hers were met in the process....

And after all was said and done...

it wouldn’t even be too late to still have the young man purified before anyone catches wind of her treachery.

She only has to be careful.....and keep this person tightly bound to her side while through him, she sates all her long festering needs.

Some might view her decision as selfish and inconsiderate, chasing after her own bliss....

But she planned to give this young man the most comforting experience she could through it all.....

That part she meant. Since his powers are dependent on his comfort.

She was strangely becoming quite fond of this person....but it was more like having a cute pet she cares for.....one that would go down in her when needed.

Faerwyn knew the young man was using her, but she wasn’t mad about that, as long as he continues to please her... and does not cross certain boundaries.....

Then It’s all fine.

"So....where would you like to be branded?...."

"I would recommend the back of your hand.... It’s the most common and most convenient location." Faerwyn advised kindly, wearing her warmest smile.

Ben, now a little understanding of what this branding was for, proceeded forward as he nodded in agreement....

After all, though he disliked the fact that he was being branded at all like some livestock.....

There was no other option, and the back of the hand was indeed the most appropriate place.

Walking forward, his still rock-hard cock leading the way....

Ben reached in front of Faerwyn, and even seeing the scalding hot metal branding tool in Faerwyn’s grip....

His gaze couldn’t help but instantly land on her large breasts, and the inviting outline of her nipples underneath her transparent nightwear.

Faerwyn opened up the palm of her free hand, to which Ben placed his right hand.

Slowly, she brought down the hot metal, pressing the triangular part into the back of Ben’s hand, with the sizzling of burning skin and smoke wafting into the air....

"Arrrgh!!...son of a...!"

Ben wailed in pain, as the shock hit his system like a sledgehammer.

His brow creased painfully as he attempted to draw out his hand, but Faerwyn’s grip was like an iron vice, so he could only wriggle and struggle as the pain progressed, dolling out repeated pained curses in words foreign to Faerwyn.

"motherfuker...!... fuck!"

Ben’s curses grew louder, but Faerwyn simply pressed the hot metal in more to quickly conclude the branding, as she wondered why the young man was accusing her of fucking her own mother.

But seeing the context, she soon understood it was some figure of speech....and it was weirdly catchy to let out steam of pain or discomfort.

"There... all done," Faereyn remarked with a soft smile on her face, letting go of Ben.

She had to admit, she’s seen this process being carried out on others, and all had reacted far worse than the young man, whereas all he did was hurl strange curses.

With Ben’s hand now finally out of Faerwyn’s grip, he stared down at the painful triangular marking on the back of his hand, containing some inscriptions he still couldn’t read since the wound hadn’t healed yet.

It was very painful... so painful that Ben could barely think about anything else.....only the curvaceous figure of the lady before him served as some form of comfort to distract him from the pain.

Ben watched as Faerwyn slowly moved over to the rudimentary bathtub, dousing the scalding hot metal in her hand inside the water.

She then did the same for the other tools she never used, before wrapping them all back up into the leather wrap.

Understanding why she had washed the tools, Ben had a look of doubt on his face as he asked Faerwyn, who had now returned to sit back on her mattress.

"Will that really be enough to fool him?"

Faerwyn smiled as she relaxed more into her mattress before responding....

"That’s the best we can do....and even if he doubts, he wouldn’t push it."

"All you have to do is make sure no other living being aside from i... see your penis"

"And you should be fine.....leave the rest to me."

"I will also grant you a position in my estate, where you will live in comfort....and your privacy will be assured...at least until the kingdom’s collectors come around....."

"But you don’t have to worry about that for now."

"So long as you don’t leave these estate grounds...I will keep you safe," she assured with a beautiful smile on her face.

And though Ben had a lot of questions and clear concerns regarding this lady’s assumptions that he would allow himself to be tied up in only this estate, and subsequently bound to her, even though she never really came out and said it....she clearly implied so.

Still, he rather focused on the part where she had offered to grant him an official position in her estate, ignoring everything else for now as he moved to join her on her mattress....

"An official position?....which one?" Ben asked her with curious excited expectation in his tone.

"Well.... that’s for you to decide.....what are you good at?" Turning in Ben’s direction, where he was seated at the hem of her mattress, Faerwyn asked him in response.....

To which Ben responded by pushing out his tongue and fluttering it rapidly, indicating what he was good at.

"No...you filthy pig....not that....I mean something else....something more proper." Faerwyn muttered in embarrassment, her body recalling what that tongue can do.

Ben was silent for a while, as he thought of whatever else her was good at.

He thought of saying he was good at using his cock, but apparently, the lady wasn’t a big fan of his current size, which he believed was actually quite decent.

The only other thing that came to mind was something he had built a career on for years.....

Something he was famously known for in his old world.

Turning to the lady, Ben said with a straight face....

"Doctor....."

"I am a very good doctor."