Bound by Tentacle and Spell 1

An Erotic Fantasy Novel

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Bound by Tentacle and Spell 1

Copyright © 2026 Elliot Silvestri

First Edition

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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

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Chapter 1

Laris Ashe led her acquisition through the crowded city streets. The people parted before her as she walked, as if by magic, but more likely through intimidation. Laris Ashe had a reputation and the people of Yort respected her.

They respected her even if she was barely five feet tall. Even if she refused to consort with the well-respected nobles of the city. Even if she was a half-elf, an abomination in the eyes of many. Even if she was rumored to use forbidden magics.

No one mentioned why she was truly respected. No one wanted to even mention that in whispered tones in the darkest of alleys or the brightest of palaces.

Not a single member of the common folk took note of the woman trailing behind Laris. Not a single member of the king’s guards moved to stop her as she made her way down the clean cobblestone streets, a magical leash trailing from her hand to around the neck of the woman following Laris.

Slavery had been abolished in the kingdom generations ago, but if Laris Ashe wanted to own a slave in the middle of the king’s city, then Laris Ashe would be allowed to own a slave.

Vespera Springrose was a young human woman that easily stood a head taller than her mistress. Perhaps she stood even taller, but somehow Laris’s mere presence made her seem bigger. Vespera had pale skin and blood-red hair. Her face was generously kissed with freckles as was her exposed shoulders. She was dressed in a sleeveless blouse that exposed more skin than was modest, even in the open-minded avenues of Yort, and a skirt that barely came down to her knees.

It was the common costume of a woman who worked in the Red Ember Lounge.

The pair drew every eye on the streets. Not just because of Laris’s reputation but because of Vespera’s large tits.

They were fully covered, but her blouse was loose enough and open enough to show off her ample gifts.

Those very visible gifts were one of the reasons Laris had chosen her, but it was another, hidden gift, that had sealed the deal.

When Laris had walked into the Red Ember Lounge and demanded Vespera Springrose by name, the madam at the front desk didn’t question the powerful half-elf. Vespera was summoned from her duties in the back room and Laris placed the magical leash around her neck, leaving the house of ill-repute without a further word, but also leaving a generous purse of gold coins with the madam.

Vespera was afraid to say a single word on their journey through the city. She had briefly, surreptitiously, tugged on the leash with her hands, but the magical energy was unwelcome static to her fingers and no amount of pulling would break the thin silvery strand. If Laris had noticed her acquisition's efforts, she didn’t comment on it.

When they reached Laris’s house in a modest corner of the city, Vespera gasped at the huge structure. It stood out from every other building around it. Heavy stones, barred windows, and towering spires dominated its architecture. The huge double-sized iron-bound oak doors that stood against the street opened automatically at Laris’s arrival. They went in.

Vespera was certain they were going to their doom.

Once the doors boomed closed behind them, Vespera found she couldn’t maintain a silence any longer.

“Are you going to kill me?” she demanded of the half-elf, though her voice trembled and her fingers were shaking.

“What a ridiculous question,” said Laris. With a wave of her hand she dismissed the silver leash. It sparkled away into nothingness. “Why would I go to all the trouble of finding a woman of your talents just to kill you?”

“My talents?” Vespera laughed nervously, but at the same time was glad the magical leash was no longer around her neck, restraining her impulses. “I think you might have gotten me confused with my older sisters. They’re the whores. I just work in the kitchens for the prostitutes of the Red Ember. Neema can deep throat even the largest orc cock and Tula actually enjoys being fucked in the ass. I don’t do any of that. I just cook and clean.”

“I wasn’t talking about your…sexual talents,” said Laris with some disdain. “I was concerned with your innate talents.”

“My innate talents?” Vespera was confused.

“I’m an expert at spotting them,” said Laris. “How do you think I was able to create all of this?”

She gestured around the interior of the house.

Vespera looked around the space, truly seeing it for the first time.

The spacious interior foyer was gloomy except for the sunlight streaking through windows from twenty feet off the ground. From a few tiny recessed alcoves magical light shone weakly on the gray stone. The entire place had all the hominess of an ancient crypt.

Oddly, she didn’t feel isolated. Vespera sensed there were people—or creatures of some sort—inside the house, but none were visible.

The interior of Laris’s house was easily five times as large as the Red Ember. Never before had Vespera been inside a building that was so empty.

Vespera didn’t have an answer to Laris’s question.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly.

“You’re about to learn.”

Vespera eyed the heavy doors. While she was certain she ...