Perhaps it was a trick of the light, or some unknown barrier, or a weakness in the casting, or mere reflexes which allowed the robed figure to avoid the brunt of the fiery assault. Whatever the case the hot flames only managing to singe the fabric the man was wrapped in, and so his response was abrupt and harsh. Fortunately dagger did not bury itself between her full chest, but rather a skillful flick had allowed the blade to slice in half the silken top which held her breasts in place, instantly freeing them and exposing their erotic form to the man's hungry gaze. His off hand lost no time despite this, grabbing hold of the arm which the sorceress had been launching the flaming projectiles from.<br/><br/>A moment of struggling ensued, with the robed guardian working swiftly to pin the woman's front up against the cold stone wall, her arm bent behind her back. He used the weight of his body to then hold her up against that wall, pressing himself against her to do as much, and his other hand working to grab hold of her free arm and pin it similarly. He succeeded after a moment, but not before the struggling of her erotic body against his combined with the delicious views he had half glimpsed a moment earlier, so that Aisha felt a stiffness from his groin grind against her loincloth as he forced her into submission.<br/><br/>Once both arms were held tightly behind her, a pause came in the action, as the man seemed to take a moment to catch his breath. He was strong, intensely so, and so once he was able to get her into this position he could hold both her arms behind her with only one hand, leaving the other free to press her head to the wall so that she could not look back. Then, after only a moment like so, Aisha felt the man's lips press gently against the back of her neck. At the same time she felt his hips grind against her rear in a deliberate manner, the earlier stiffness pressing against her as he savored the woman's body.<br/><br/>This was not to last, however; as a moment later the man pulled her away from the wall and pushed her toward the stairs, one hand holding her arms in place and the other gripping the silky black hair. The steps twisted as they went down, and the air growing cooler as they descended, with each step sending a bounce through the sorceress's bared breasts.<br/><br/>The man, who had remained silent up until this point beyond his breath, of which it was hard to guess if it were heavy from exertion or arousal, spoke suddenly as the pair of them descended down the flight, "Another whore has come to be delivered to the master, and what a sacrifice I have for him this time. You'll make a fine concubine. But don't you worry woman; plenty of us to keep you company until he awakens."