Exotic Auction

[Jewelskye]

The twist to her nipple didn't seem to phase her at all, and Lyssania only looked at the human, her face blank, as if bored, almost like she was challenging to try to do real damage, to try to make her react. Indeed, it wasn't until Travis stepped closer that the fae's hissing turned to a low growl of warning, teeth pulling back to reveal those sharp fangs once more. His fingers forced their way between her legs, and she growled louder, snapping her teeth at him, her hair still hanging in her face, making her look like a wild, dangerous animal.

When he taunted her about how he'd rebuked her the night before, she didn't say anything, or even acknowledge that he'd spoken, instead she just twisted her hips, forcing his hand out from between her legs, causing him to withdraw it.

The woman stepped back up to try her hand once more, kneeling to kiss and lick up her body. Travis' words reached the fae's ears, and she smirked. She didn't need to tell the woman anything. Oh no, that would be going along with what he wanted. Instead, she'd just force the woman away from her. The air around her seemed to become thicker for a moment, causing the hairs on the human woman's skin to stand on end.

Lyssania glanced up at Travis, her eyes meeting his and that smirk returning to her face before suddenly, far faster than he could react, something that would seem like a shockwave shot out from her body. It wasn't anything compared to the amount of energy she had stored up, but it was easily enough to send the human woman flying, as if some giant hand had just smacked her, sending her flying toward the wall. She'd break every toy the man had if she had to... but she'd be damned if she'd let a bunch of humans show her up.

No doubt the shockwave would hit Travis too as it went through the room, though it would be somewhat weaker by the time it reached him.

 

[dryfter]

Travis watched in amazement as Lorelei somersaulted away from the pale little fae girl, striking the wall with a sickening crunch. A split second was all he'd needed to brace himself, lowering his own personal center of gravity against the wall of invisible force that rushed at him. Even then, when it came, he staggered painfully a shockwave exploding across his broad chest to force him backwards a few steps despite his precautions.

"Magic again, huh?"

Not even really caring for the failure of a woman who lay dormant behind him, for the first time, there was something different in his tone of voice. For the first time, as he raised his eyes to hers from his crouched position, her own hatred was mirrored back at her through his own eyes. They held unflinching as he regarded the stormclouds brewing in the fae's own red orbs....

Reaching for his trusted pouch, his normal cocky and jovial face now carried a vicious scowl as he produced a small sealed jar. He didn't fail to notice how she smiled sweetly back at him, obviously enjoying herself even as he removed the waxen seal that held the small pottery container closed. Holding his new found toy in one hand, he stalked slowly forward, his chin held firmly in place by his own anger. He would NOT fear this woman.

Again, she burst into that strange musical tongue, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Whether she taunted him, or simply wanted to confuse him, it mattered not to Travis. Indeed, perhaps it was her turn to be surprised as the hauntingly beautiful melody was halted instantly by a vicious backhand to her left cheek. No words were spoken, this slip of a girl didn't deserve any.

Instead, the young nobleman reached forward to dip a lone finger up to the first knuckle in the strange jar he held, emerging coated with a soft amber salve...

No longer really caring if his prize bruised or not, not after all she had already done, Travis attacked her once more. Striking while the iron was still hot was the only way to get this done right. Stepping dangerously close, the rogue grunted hard as he drove his knee upward, hammering at her clenched thighs though gaining little purchase against the strong willed fae.

And yet, it was enough, the thin digit sliding down and past her body's barricade, sliming her with the unnatural substance it carried. With a grimace, his finger curled upward, pushing painfully hard against her sensitive flesh until he had found the enterance that he sought, piercing her deeply.....

He let her feel him, just as he in turn could feel the indescribable amount of rage that seethed within her. But he was angry as well. Hadn't he tried to be a good master for her? Hadn't he offered her the easy way out? But no....some slaves had to be broken the hard way. He made sure to wriggle his finger around inside her, needing the stuff he infected her with even now to take hold.....

Even as he released her of his own volition.....he could feel her magic building once more.....

He'd deal with it when it came. The shackles would absorb the brunt of it before it really even lashed out. And yet, as the fae had so pointedly demonstrated with his red-haired lesbian slave, she was indeed still dangerous.

Twin fingers dipped into the jar once more......

"Strike me. You know you want to."

It was his turn to taunt, he held her eyes for a split second, his own feral wildness coming to the forefront for the first time. She was exciting! Truly exhilirating! This was what life was supposed to feel like! How he had missed this in the boring realm of his manor....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania had watched him approach, speaking to him in her native tongue. Her words were a mixture of taunts and pure insults. His pets had all failed, and so had he. He was lucky he was still alive. Where she was from, failure meant death. But unfortunately... she was still much weaker than normal, and the shackles he'd placed on her made it difficult to lash out with the full force of what she was capable of wielding in those moments.

She watched as he neared her, a truly sadistic grin curling her full red rosebud lips. But instead of trying to really touch her, he hit her. Her head snapped to the side, hair swinging into her face, some of the strands sticking slightly to her as she turned to look at him. But if he was looking to see marks, he'd find himself somewhat surprised, as none would begin to form that he could see. And on top of that, he'd feel no preparation of magic.

But then, his sudden movement of his knee to her pale, slender thighs came as a surprise to the fae infront of him. And when his hand found her sex, she grimaced, squirming hard, trying to wriggle away from him, her eyes blazing hot with anger until he forced a finger inside of her. Eyes going wide momentarily, some small amount of pain-though whether physical or emotional it would be impossible to tell- could be seen on her face.

Despite this, however, the pain would be quickly replaced by disgust, and she'd spit summarily into his face as he pulled away, dipping another finger into his jar. What was that stuff? She could feel every movement her body made even as she crossed her legs again, casually sliding one foot over the other, careful not to call attention to the angry red mark on her skin.

She glared at him as he taunted her to strike back. No... no that was what he wanted. Instead, she'd wait, she'd stay quiet, she'd watch. And when the opportune moment arose... She'd snap him like the twig of a human he really was.

 

[dryfter]

Travis grimaced as spittle spattered across his face. He had been expecting something a little less mundane and a lot more dangerous. And while he'd love to believe that this little bitch had used up all of her eldritch energies, he never was one to let his guard down. He had to assume she still had enough for one last strike....especially if that strike meant killing him or ensuring her freedom.....or both.

Raising his unguent smeared fingers to her chest, he watched with a smug and satisfied smile as she eyed the stuff warily, doing her best to twist and wriggle away from him only to meet the cold stone of the wall at her back as clever hands found their target. Slowly, he circled her dark and exotic nipples....smearing a generous amount of the stuff against her tender raspberries before circling wider to encompass both dark areolas.....finishing seconds later by roughly kneading the dangerous stuff into the pale flesh of her full, proud breasts.....

"I'm sure you're wondering what this is?"

Silence. Hatred reflecting in a seething gaze.

Sighing softly at her response, Travis reached for the jar one last time. Exceedingly small, the container had little more than two fat drops remaining.....

Carefully dividing the magical ointment between two fingers, the young nobleman reached forward suddenly....grasping his defiant visitor harshly by the chin. In her eyes, he could see it....how she expected to be struck again....the corners of her mouth lifting in an all defying smile.

A smile that disappeared instantly the second her head was ripped to one side, a lone finger tracing a sticky path along the delicate ridge of one ear....wrenching her the other way uncaringly to repeat the process.

"You act like you don't care, but you should. Extract of the purest nature from the Golden Lotus blossom isn't something to be taken lightly. And don't bother asking how I obtained it."

While not quite an aphrodesiac, it might as well have been. He wondered if she even knew what she was in for when the effects began. The parts of her body he had applied the magic too would increase in sensitivity tenfold. So while it didn't necessarily make a man or woman lust for anyone in particular, rare indeed was the person who didn't nearly go insane for need of some form of release....

Moving to the far wall, he leaned down to check Lorelei's pulse. Just as he thought.....the fragile courtesan proving just a little too fragile to survive such a blow as what his interesting prisoner had dealt. She had probably ceased to breath a few minutes ago....her body just now beginning to cool.

Leaning against the cool stone she had impacted, he smiled his carelessness across the room.....waiting. She could smirk and taunt all she wanted, but in reality.....the girl had been little more than a toy.

And toys....could be easily replaced.

 

[Jewelskye]

To say that the assault on her breasts had been pleasant would have been a blatant lie, and the touch to her ears was no better. She'd grimaced at the touch to her earlobes, already sensitive to the touch, but other than that, had shown no reaction aside from pure, seething hatred. Oh indeed, her nipples would be forced to harden under his touch, but they didn't become so stiff as to hint at arousal. Instead, they'd simply become somewhat less soft, a sign that he'd been toying with them slightly.

His unforgiving handling of the rest of the fleshy globe would being a growl from her, followed by an attempted bite to his fingers when he reached out and grabbed her chin. Unfortunately, however, the man was smart enough not to get that close to her mouth, her teeth only clipping at air and not meeting with flesh.

She listened to what he had to say and if his words had an effect, it didn't show. Inwardly, however, the fae was reeling. That kind of extract could be near deadly if applied in too large an amount, causing the body to over-react to everything. Did this pathetic human waste even have a solitary idea of what he was risking by applying that stuff to her? Given the amount of money he'd paid for her, she could only assume that he indeed had no clue.

Which meant that her survival was going to be left in her hands. She'd have to find a way to keep herself calm, or at the very least relieve herself of the effects of the stuff before it had such an effect as to cause her body to become too overstimulated and shut down. She hated to say it but... without full use of her power, she had no way of protecting herself this time, no way of ridding herself of the threat.

 

[dryfter]

Waiting was always the toughest part. It wasn't made any easier as the young rogue contemplated his opponent and what he knew of her. Most disconcerting of all was the thought of her regaining more of her magic, gathering it for another attack should he tarry too long. And yet, it was extremely unlikely that she would gain much from the half hour wait he would gladly endure to see his concoction take effect.

The apothecary he had bought the stuff from had been most willing to demonstrate its use. Just a drop on the panty line of his buxom apprentice, the old geezer moving much faster than Travis had thought possible to assault her......and yet, the results had been astonishing. Lord Almander actually left that shop without a doubt in the world that the lucky bastard was going to get some of the best sex of his life as soon as his customer paid up and got the fuck out.

How would the fae handle it? Bitch she might be, and a powerful one at that. But she was still a woman.....and he was pretty sure he had stroked the lotus nectar into all the right places......especially with how she had struggled.

Drawing closer as he felt the time grow nearer, his patience was nearly at an end. If this didn't work, then he would find something else.....perhaps he would starve her too while he was doing it. Either way, it delighted him to torture such a proud spirit into breaking.

"How do you feel now? Oh....that's right....you refuse to speak my language. So I guess saying Fuck me would be out of the question, huh?"

Travis reached out once more....his light fingertips starting at the lovely creature's pale, perfect belly.....racing upward to cup her feminine pride.....the lovely and bountiful breasts that showed no sign of sagging.....thrust outward.....proud as the woman who sported them.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania had stood there in relative silence, trying to find a means of attack against him, be it magical or mundane. She needed to get free of these blasted bonds... needed the full use of her magic... needed food... needed moonlight and shadow... Needed something she couldn't describe.

Confusion welled within her as the sensations began to build, and as they grew to be more intense, Lyssania came to understand why that extract was such a feared thing amongst her people. Her skin, though still cool to the touch and still the same pale white color, felt hot and flushed to her. There was a curious tingling between her legs, and her nipples hardened to an almsot painful degree as the cool air passed over them.

What was happening to her? Oh gods... that was the strangest sensation she'd ever felt. Oh of course, Lyssania knew what sex was... but she'd never personally experienced it or even any form of foreplay. Her hands made themselves into fists as she closed her eyes, squirming still, shifting, holding back any sound, just trying to get free while at the same time scratching an invisible itch. What was wrong?

She needed... something. Though what, she wasn't sure. How was she supposed to keep her body calm if she didn't even know what was causing it to be so worked up.

At the sound of his voice, her eyes opened and leveled on him, contempt and hatred burning in their depths, the colors swirling and shifting within them, and despite the hatred and displeasure there, an overwhelming sense of confusion was settled into them.

Silently, she watched him as he reached out to run his fingers over her cool skin, up toward her proud young breasts. His touch felt cool compared to the heat burning beneath her cold skin. What was he doing to her? Why would his touch feel so good when not long before, it had made her skin crawl?

She tried to squirm away from his fingers, but the chains wouldn't allow her to go far. She didn't speak, simply tried to stay away from his fingers, her mind racing. She tried to call her power to her, to try to push him back, but her mind was clouded by the sensations that stuff was causing in her.

 

[dryfter]

The emotions raced across her face....confusion....perhaps just a little fear....and hatred.....always hatred. Travis smirked as he met that burning gaze once more, it seeming perhaps just a little less intense this time around. A smooth thumb flicked over the hardened nub cresting one magnificent breast....fingers firmly kneading the tender flesh....

"You've fallen strangely silent, my dear. I'd been expecting that beautifully foreign language of yours at the very least."

She recoiled from his touch, writhing within her chains in an attempt to deny him his delightful teasing. And yet, Travis knew she was just entering the beginning stages....her pale skin incredibly resilient apparently, not showing the slightest flush even though the girl before him showed enough of the other symptoms of being affected by the Lotus essence.

"Perhaps more experimentation is in order....," he mumbled. He didn't really care if she heard him....he was far to determined at this point to be swayed easily. And yet....he didn't want to go too far....not yet. These things were best led into slowly.....

He let her back herself all the way up against the way, her dark gaze sparking with perhaps just a touch of panic as he drew ever nearer. Just as quickly, she turned away from him.....as if refusing him the right to see her this way.....a mistake indeed.

Leaning forward, she could feel his breath hot on her neck for a brief second. Not one to waste precious moments....Travis moved to the fae's ear....gently taking the lobe in his mouth to suckle gently. Pulling back a long moment later....he blew tenderly across the moist flesh.....leaning in once more to slide an eager touch up the delicate ridge.....

"Like that, do you......?"

 

[Jewelskye]

He drew close, and still she struggled. He commented on her silence, and oh, how she wanted to respond... but she honestly could not trust that her voice would not falter in it's weaving of the words.

There was indeed panic in her eyes as he drew even closer, so close he could have easily touched her in any way he saw fit. She was fidgeting against the chains, and when he tried to look into her eyes, she turned her head away from him, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing her that way.

And thats when his breath oozed its way over the soft skin of her neck and the overly sensitive skin of her earlobe... followed shortly by the warm wetness of his mouth along the ridge of her ear. A shudder ran through her, though one of disgust or pleasure he would not be able to readily tell.

She had to do something... anything... to dull the sensation. To distract herself from it! And thats when her eyes opened, and she realized just how very close to her he was. Without wasting a moment longer, she brought her head around, away from his mouth, and at the same time lowered her head, sinking her teeth into his shoulder hard, as hard as she could manage. Hard enough that, without adequate protection, she'd easily draw blood and perhaps even remove a chunk of flesh.

 

[dryfter]

For the third time that night, it seemed instinct alone had saved him from a certain amount of nastiness.

Even as he relished the taste of her finally, she recoiled.....predictable. Twisting and writhing at his touch, he knew it was futile to escape the chains that held her prisoner....dampened her magic. And so too, did she, it seemed. Turning with blinding speed, the fae sunk surprisingly sharp teeth into his shoulder, her jaw already moving beneath the taste of blood.....looking to tear more than the black silk shirt he wore.....

A gloved hand shot upward from between them, jarring her chest in its hurry to stop what she intended. For the second time in minutes, his moonlight and shadow dancing pet found her jaw held fast....this time back where the jaw meets the skull.....cruel fingers clamping viciously down on those sockets.

A furious fist crashed into her bare midriff.....not really caring right now if she bruised or not. Her perfection was second to her submission.....and he would have that. Feeling her release him as her breath exploded from her beneath the force of the blow, Travis staggered back just a little. His vision was perhaps a little red as he regarded her trying desperately to suck in air once more....

He recovered first. Adrenaline mixed with the hatred she seemed so bound and determined to arouse in him spurring his movements.

"So you like to use your mouth, huh?

He came at her again....gone was the gentleness he had prior to teasing her. Dropping to his knees before her, he was hardly the picture of submission as he gripped her own knees. She would open before him if it took him an entire night of trying.....he was not going to give up. Looking up, he snarled at her....hating her proud beauty with all of his heart at this moment.....a moment that slowly pushed her legs apart, no matter how she thrashed and struggled.

It was no lover's kiss that met the warmth of her bare pussy....the pale skin apparently splitting to reveal a beautiful and lush pink flower just waiting to be explored. Crushing his face into the junction of her thighs, his tongue drove deeply inside of her. Every time she thrashed, every time she struggled, he turned to bite at her......his own teeth nipping savagely, drawing a soft trickle of blood once......before returning to engulf her tender womanhood once more.....

He was so enrapt in violating her......he'd almost abandoned his senses.....senses that would tell him much about this icy bitch.....and how she now reacted to his movements.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was caught off guard not by the hand to her jaw, but by the other hand slamming into her gut. She let out a whoosh of breath and as he backed off, she was left to pull at the chains, gasping and fighting for breath. There was panic in her eyes as she watched him recover before her own body could. How could he, a mere slip of a human, recover so much faster than she? She could see the blood turning his black silk shirt just a bit darker, but still he didn't stop to patch himself up.

As she was left struggling for breath, he moved to kneel infront of her. Panic ensued the fae girl, and she was instantly thrashing wildly against her bonds, trying desperately to keep her legs shut even as he worked to part them. Eventually, however, his rest and her fatigued body worked together against her, and he forced her knees apart. Doing so also revealed the angry red welt on the top of her foot, obvious signs of a nasty burn on her otherwise milky white, perfect skin.

When his mouth came crashing onto her warm, smooth sex, she gasped and was once again thrashing, more panicked than ever before as he manipulated her overly sensitive pussy. Her breathing was quick, but not in the way that would be a tell tale sign of arousal. Instead, the gasps were almost quick enough to be pained, labored, even ones caused by hyperventilation.

It was then that pure instinct took over. He wasn't paying attention, and she was too panicked to control the way her energy lashed out. It was neither a shockwave, nor spiders this time. Instead, an attack that she had indeed used, but not one that he had seen just yet.

From anywhere they could be found, the shadows in the room seemed to leap to life. Meanwhile, the fae girl's eyes seemed to bleed to black, the color reaching out from the pupil to encompass her iris and the whites of both eyes. The air around her was suddenly charged, but the charge was not one that built. It simply was not... then was. And tendrils shot out from all directions. Some wrapped around her body, spreading to create what looked almost like clothing, bariers to keep him away from her pale body, while others encircled his arms and legs, pulling him back hard, slamming him bodily into the wall opposite where the young woman lay.

Her lips were moving feverishly, though the words were neither anything a human could understand, nor were they even loud enough to be understood. She was trembling somewhat, her head tilted back, neck at a painful angle as she whispered to the void that was her world in those moments. She saw nothing... felt nothing... heard nothing. Only the dark, only the void. Only the nothing itself.

And then all at once, the shadows dissipated, dropping him to the floor as her head fell forward, hair falling around her, a light sheen of what could be sweat, but was almost silver in hue covering her soft body, making it seem to glow. She was still whispering, but the charge was gone from the air and her eyes were closed.

 

[dryfter]

And even in the darkness his world seemed to find the capability of exploding around him.

Travis wasn't sure how he got there.....how how fast.....but for just one split second, he recognized the wall.....right before his skull slammed into its unforgiving surface, driving all sentience from his frail mortal shell.....an entirely different darkness rushing up to swallow him whole.....

How long he'd been out, he wasn't sure.....his breath steady once more.....free of the terror that had been inflicted on his mind and body. Conquered or not, the young rogue severely doubted he'd be able to sleep soundly in the dark ever again.

One day you will. One day when this little fae is broken, and serves you.....she'll protect you against the very thing she uses to kill with.

Glancing upward, he could see the gentle rise and fall of her heavy chest, darkened locks hiding much of her finer features. It didn't matter however, the little whore had to be running out of reserves soon......unless.....dammit, how long had he been out of the game anyway?

His blood boiled, and not just from anger. Never had he experienced such a challenge, such defiance, from any of the human girls he had brought here. They had all broken easily, slobbering slaves to his cock now.....barely worth his attention.

And that made it harder for him desire her complete submission. Perhaps the girl could retain just a small portion of her soul. She didn't have to be fed completely to the incubus who's soul even now resided in her collar....waiting to feed on the sexual energies she was sure to emit.

Was she awake? Could she hear him recovering as well.....hear as he reached for the leather belt keeping his pants up, the coarse fabric falling to the ground unceremoniously. Could she smell him? The aroma of his arousal, every last inch of his throbbing cock springing free into the air.

By the gods, he hoped so. Because he was going to have her....whether or not she wanted.

Nearing the fae bitch carefully, she barely moved as he approached.....drawing closer and closer with every step....

Reaching down, he pulled at a slightly limp leg, her knee bending slightly within the allowance of the chains.....thighs spreading so innocently......

Awake or not.....he would definately find out in a second. His cock brushing firmly against her soft button before running down Lyssania's bare slit, probing for the enterance he knew was there.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania hung there limply, her steady breathing the only sign of life she gave off as he neared her. Her skin was cool, eyes closed, lips not moving. Were it not for the rise and fall of her chest, one might think her dead. The sun was still out, though barely. The last few rays of light were clinging desperately to the one window left in the room, filtering in though not laying on the moon-kissed fae woman who hung shackled there, naked as the day she was born.

He neared her, and still she did not move. It was not until he began to part her legs that she would stir. As he lifted one leg, her head would lift, rolling to the side some, hair falling away from her fine porcelain features, lips parting to let out a soft whimper-like sound.

When his cock brushed, rubbing against her soft button, her body seemed to shudder some, the ointment still having some effect on her, even unconscious. She let out another sound, this one more along the lines of a groan, her face starting to show signs of coherency. Her fingers tensed, flexing some as blood seemed to be forced anew into them as she worked her muscles and tendons, her sleeping body starting to stir.

It was just as the head of his cock would find her moist, warm entrance that her eyes would open, looking glazed and confused for a long moment before they'd focus on him. Instantly, her body would stiffen, realization of how close he was and what she could feel filtering through the haze her exhaustion caused and reaching her at long last.

Panic registered in her eyes, on her unusually sweet face. There was no hatred, no anger, only panic and fear. She squirmed, a sort of desperation in her voice as she spoke the common language for the first time since before he'd purchased her. "N-no..."

It wasn't begging, it wasn't even asking him to stop. Her tone of voice... it was too panicked to register anything as aware as a question or a plea. It was just... a reaction. A reaction to the fear.

 

[dryfter]

Finally.

It had seemed that such an expenditure of magic and power had left her drained completely, only stirring slightly as his slid his manhood up and down across her moist slit. Try as she might, the ointment had worked well enough to ensure everything his touched down here was slick with her own juices.

His cockhead dragged across her gentle folds, finding what it sought with little effort, the eager tip catching just slightly against the gates of her sex. Almost immediately the buxom fae's body tensed, her eyes lifting to his with lightning speed....filled the the first emotion he'd seen out of her that wasn't hatred or contempt.

So there was fear to be had in this one.

"N-no..."

Travis grinned evilly, not missing the small victory. She had finally used his language, been forced to speak with him in words he could understand rather than that strange and beautiful language she had been using as a taunt.

"You certainly gave me trouble, didn't you?"

Slowly he pushed against her, feeling as she tried to delay the inevitable by pushing backwards on her lone foot, seeking escape only to feel her back and bare ass caught by the rough stone of the dungeon wall behind her.....a soft trilling cry of alarm filling his ears as he eased he way inside of her just a little.

"I'm going to take you slow, bitch. You're going to feel every inch of me slowly pushing your little pussy apart, invading you despite what you want."

How he wanted to ravage her, to end it all with one brutal stroke that sent him careening inside her to enjoy her feminine treasure to its fullest. She certainly deserved a rough fucking after all he had endured.....and she would most likely get it too. But for now....this seemed much more cruel.....holding her there as he took her slowly, making her see just how helpless she was against his ravaging advance.

Long minutes passed as she struggled against him....his cock still only a quarter of the way in.....and still slowly moving forward. She felt incredible.....tighter than any virgin he'd ever had amongst his slaves and servants.....

And then he hit it, the last barrier of her defenses, feeling her wince at the gentle impact against her maidenhead.

"So this is why you were so fierce.....it seems I really got my money's worth out of you."

And yet his advance didn't stop, nor did it speed up any. It was her turn for a taste of pain, and he was more than willing to show it to her as his gentle pressing against the thin membrane of her hymen gradually grew stronger....more insistant.....he could actually feel her stretching against his cockhead for a moment as if resisting him.

"You're mine, little virgin bitch."

He could feel her tear at this speed, watch her writhe and cry as he broke her open slowly, the sudden rupturing of her flesh catching him by surprise, sending him much deeper than he'd wanted to go initially.....

"Damn you feel good....can you feel me filling your pretty little cunt? I'm going to make you pay for killing my servants.....my unborn child.....for all the trouble you've caused me. And try as you might....all your good for right now is squeezing the cock that you're trying so hard to convince yourself is a bad dream right now."

Travis laughed then. Looking in her eyes.....he knew it to be true.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania felt his tip enter her, whimpered, panic in her still even as she writhed, tried to get away. "N-no..." her voice was still hauntingly beautiful, though now sounded so much more... innocent. He was getting a glimpse of the woman, without her guards and defenses, the scared little girl each woman holds within her, safe and guarded away from where the world could get to her.

And as he pushed in further... slowly... oh, so slowly... She cried out, pain filling her at being stretched tight around a thick cock for the first time. Tears welled in her eyes, tinged with quicksilver, nothing like what any human would cry. Pain was written all over her face as she looked up at him, begging him with silent eyes to have mercy on her.

But his words were the only answer she got... Words and the persistent, agonizingly slow push of his cock deeper inside the warm, wet depths of her sex. And then he hit it... That thin barrier between childhood and womanhood. That barrier kept in tact because she'd never let a man touch her, no matter how some had pushed for her to allow it. It just... had simply never seemed right... and she was sure that sex and lovers would take away from her time spent training, the focus she had to put in to becoming stronger.

He pushed still, and pain ripped through her, red hot like fire, starting where he pierced her. She felt as if he were stabbing her with a hot branding iron, and tears slid steadily down her cheeks. She cried out, her body arching against his as he stretched that membrane of skin.

And then it happened. Quick, and unlike any pain she'd ever experienced... he pushed through, and she let out a cry that was not a scream, but not a full fledged sob either, but more a mingling of both. Her body shook with the pain, and she went limp, hanging from the manacles and sobbing softly.

Her head dropped forward, hair fell into her eyes. What had happened? She'd been bested by a human... a simple, mere human. And he'd taken the one point of pride she was still able to carry with her. The one thing that lifted her above so many... was gone. Stolen from her by the bastard of a man in front of her. Thankfully, however, the pain far outweighed any pleasure he may have been able to get her to feel, and she clung to it with desperation.

Even though she was still crying, she forced her head to lift, forced herself to stare into his eyes even as she spite a great glob of saliva onto his face, landing it right between his eyes, a string of fae speak leaving her lips, cursing him in her people's ancient language. She'd have her revenge... she had to have her revenge.

 

[dryfter]

Travis felt the spittle spray across his face for the second time that evening, its heat streaming down his face to drip ignored onto her own body as caught up as he was with the feel of her. He knew he should strike at her, slap that arrogant defiance from her face.....but up until now, such actions had done very little.

So instead, he held himself inside of her.....forcing her body to acknowledge its invasion....taunting her as he felt her tremble and spasm around his cock. Leaning forward, he caught her by surprise....smiling evilly as he licked up one mercurial teardrop from her face before sliding around her once more....forcing her chin in place with a free hand as the memory of being bitten earlier came to mind....

Sliding around with an almost tender grace, he attacked her shapely ear once more....teasing the lobe for long moments before tilting her head to one side and running his tongue up the slender ridge....teasing the slight point gently before his words rang husky and malicious in its depths....

"Listen here, bitch....I'm through playing with you...."

Slowly he moved then....fully aware that if he was too rough at this point, he would cause her untold agony. That was hardly the way to break a girl like this.....one that needed to know that acceptance was rewarded.....defiance punished.....

"If I hear one more word of that strange language of yours.....and I've given you ample opportunity to speak to me.....one more word out of you, and I'll spray my seed so deeply in your body your own kind won't ever look at you again."

His chest dragged against her own.....he could feel her taut nipples through his thin and tattered shirt. With each soft collision of their bodies, he slid his hips just a little, letting her feel his skin drag across her tight little clit.....her pussy milking him incessantly despite what her mind had to have been screaming right now.

"Wouldn't you be a sight? That pretty little body of yours all fat and swollen with some human's bastard child. I bet your mother would be so proud."

Slowly his head moved downward....every inch of his cock feeling the tremble of her body at his words. His lips seizing the dark raspberry of one nipple before suckling it hard into his mouth.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Little did he know... he'd already sealed her fate where it came to her people. If they ever found her... any of them... They'd kill her on sight, for she now was naught but a disgrace to them. In shackles, being taken and claimed by a human, of all beings... Even the worst betrayers in the fae courts were held higher than she would be now. She could only pray they already believed her dead... that they wouldn't come searching for her.

She knew they wouldn't, of course... She'd failed to keep herself free and alive, so she was nothing to them. Worthless. Useless... But that didn't mean she had to give up. "Humans... do not have names for the hells I-ah!" she cried out inadvertantly as he brushed her clit, his cock sliding deeper within her for a moment, hitting at something all too sensitive deep within her.

It would take a moment before she'd regain her breath, and when she did... she was letting out soft pants between each word she murmured to him. "for the hells I am cursing you to." A soft, though pained chuckle left her as she tilted her head back, letting him continue to slide in and out of her slowly. He was trying to pleasure her, but she was ignoring the sensations the best she could, focusing instead on other things....

Anything to keep her mind off what he was doing to her. To keep the mental image of what she'd look like, fat and distended, carrying a human child within her. He might have been handsome for a human, but she doubted that would make up for the failure that would paint her to be.

 

[dryfter]

His smile only widened from where he was....his tongue slipping out to lash itself across her dark, sensitive nipple.

"Nice of you to finally talk to me....cursed though I might be. Though I don't think there's a single hellish thing about you that you can damn on me....indeed....you seem to me more reminiscent of Heaven than Hell."

He rocked his hips gently against her again. He hadn't missed that tiny gasp that had escaped her despite her best intentions. The cock hardening cry that had disrupted her attempt to speak.

Nipping her with his teeth, he tugged on her stiff nubs slightly.....his one free hand trailing downward to grip her hips firmly....pulling her against him as he pushed himself to new depths within her tight sex.

"You're really very talented at this for a virgin."

It was true. Her muscles rippled around him, coaxed him, milking him for everything he had. If he had been going faster....had given himself over to the lust he knew he had for her....he'd have been done by now for sure. Instead, he clung to his rage, his desire to tame this fiery girl....to hurt her in ways that may eventually not even seem like pain. As if on cue....his teeth closed tightly around the nipple it had trapped.....

"Mmmm....that's right, princess.....fight me.....its so much funner that way."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania was panting softly, her body taking over, winning where her mind could not keep focus. Her eyes closed, she bit her lower lip. Heaven. He'd called her heaven... Heaven didn't shine itself on her kind. They were damned to the depths of hell, but that's what happens when one's ancestors slaughter innocents and bathe in their blood, when they break away from the seelie courts, the light and the joy... to embrace all those things that are dark. Death, mayhem, murder, destruction...

Her thoughts were sidetracked by the feel of his teeth on her nipple, his words, coaxing her to fight back. And fight she did. She whimpered, wriggling, trying to distract herself from the slowly building pleasure he was coaxing from her.

It would appear, however, that she struggled a little too hard. As she thrashed, trying to pull away, to get him out of her, she'd only succeed in burying him deeper within her, and at the same time smacking her head hard into the wall behind her, leaving her feeling dizzy. For a moment, her lovely eyes seemed to cross, showing just how hard she'd smacked her head into the rough stone. Her body trembled, however, responding to his every movement, every caress, every lick and bite and suck.

Her walls milked him, trying to coax his seed out of him with their firm, warm squeezes. Leaning her head back gently this time, she let out soft whimpers with each movement of his hips, shaking her head quickly as her eyes shut, trying to deny that he was there, that it was all really happening.

That, to her dismay, the pain was fading rapidly, being replaced by the pleasure.

 

[dryfter]

His fevered hands stroked her smooth skin, eager for her touch as he drove himself into her again and again.....the soft insistance that she built in him despite her best intentions swelling in intensity just a little more with each tender lunge. Inwardly, Travis wondered just how long he could keep it up....this being gentle with her. Especially when all he wanted to do was ravage the shit out of this proud, defiant girl.....to hear her keen in disappointment and horror as he spilled over inside of her.

She had spoken to him, yes. But it had been a ruse....he had never once intended to do anything less than go all the way with her. She was his now, and sooner or later.....she was bound to realise it herself. Still....the moment of betrayal should be a sweet one indeed.....

For now, he focused on a different sort of betrayal...though he winced as she thrashed hard enough against him to crack her head against the harsh stone behind her. Understandably, all fight fled her for long moments after.....letting her feel all of what he was doing to her.....

His senses filled with the feeling of her pale and perfect skin beneath him.....his palms sliding easily upward to knead the firm flesh of her breasts even as he continued to tease and tug at her for several more long seconds before finally releasing her tortured little stiffness.

"Now don't hurt yourself...."

Leaning close, he was the first thing she saw when the dizziness started to fade....his lips dipping to claim hers softly....yet insistantly.....like a lover who had been away from his hearts desire for way too long.

He grunted softly as he plunged into her again....his manhood aching for more.....his speed increasing just slightly despite himself. He thought he heard her breath catch in response.....even as his fingertips trailed slowly downward along the soft edges of her body.....curling firmly around the borders of her hips to pull him harshly against him.....her feet leaving the ground for the first time....the chains attached to her manacles pulled taut as he plowed deeply into her tight and quivering flesh.

He was losing control.....and all over this slip of a woman.....

And yet....he knew when she finally came, she would never be the same defiant little girl. The collar would ensure that.....at least somewhat. He wondered for a second if his new pet would even suspect that she had been altered in any way....

No. They never did.

While far from brutal, he put just a little more force behind his plunging hips, each thrust scoring her deeply. She could fight all she wanted to.....his own stamina was being sorely challenged.....it would be interesting to see who broke first.

But then.....she probably didn't want him to break.....not in that manner.

 

[Jewelskye]

Her eyes rolled back in her head, behind the closed lids. He wouldn't be able to see it of course... but he would be able to see her body arch some, pulling against the restraints even as her breathing grew all the heavier at his increased pace. She couldn't let this happen... couldn't admit that she was enjoying it... even a little... But she couldn't beg him to stop, either... that would be as bad as enjoying it.

Her body was working against her, her nipples remaining stiff, tiny clit hard as it rubbed against him with each thrust, her body arching toward him, and now... soft moans leaving her. They were musical, those small pleasured sounds. She shifted her hands, grabbing at the chains attatched to her manacles, using them to pull herself up slightly, aiding in his thrusts as her hips instinctively rocked back against his own.

She wasn't speaking, but she wasn't denying him outright either. Her inner struggle with herself was written all over her face as he took her... the battle between pleasure and despair... Instinct and her unwillingness to admit how... good feeling full of him really was.

And then he kissed her. She gasped, unsure what to do, eyes opening to stare at his face for a long moment before something in her melted. She'd never felt anything quite so... tender.

Shouldn't she be balking? Should she be biting, spitting, cursing him? Why then, did that simple press of his lips to her own make her insides tremble in a way none of his earlier attempts had? Why did it make her feel like relaxing into him? Why did it make her want more?

 

[dryfter]

Her lips were cool.....moist in a way that reminded him of an underground spring. For long minutes he was content to remain there, just like that....watching the emotions play across her face as erratically as the fluttering of her heart.

She had found a new weapon against him.....and she didn't even know it. It was so much harder to keep from driving himself towards release when she moaned and cried out like that. No lover....no slave or pet that he'd ever had sounded anything like that.....it was as if he were raping her soul instead of just her body......and both were beginning to like it.....

She must have wanted it badly too....he heard more than saw the shifting of her chains as her grip changed. Then she hoisted her own body weight upwards...only to plunge down hard and lustily onto his next turgid thrust. It seemed his assault was having an effect on her inhibitions as well....

His moans filled her ears as she dropped down hard onto his shaft.....her tight pussy stretching as it filled with his swollen manhood.....taking it all until their hips collided with another electric jolt......

His lips parted....his tongue tentatively stretching out to run the edges of her lips....pressing insistantly forward to slip deep within her mouth.....he could see her eyes widen for a split second.

Seeking her own, he wasn't surprised that she tried her best to avoid him.....her tongue rapidly caught up in a fluttering dance that left him even more breathless and sweaty.....another throaty moan echoing throught the caverns of her mouth as he felt his loins burning beneath what she did for him.....it wouldn't be long now.....he'd reached his point of no return.

Pulling back slowly, their eyes met....mouths still connected by a long, thin string of their saliva. Leaning forward once more, he just seemed to know he wouldn't get bitten this time as he took her shapely ear in his mouth once more....licking.....nibbling.....

"Your name.....I must know....."

It wasn't much.....just the smallest of submissions.....one he fervently hoped would slip past her. Though he feared for the consequences should she answer.....his body already reaching its limit of control.....and yet.....if he was correct.....she was close as well.

 

[Jewelskye]

Her body continued to rock against his own, aided by her pulling and lowering of her own body, the way she used the manacles to her advantage. She'd have wrapped her legs around him were they not secured to the wall so firmly. Her eyes opened, the colors shifting rapidly, but a significantly lighter hue now than before. Indeed, they seemed to be fluxuating between light purple and dark pink, tinged with quicksilver. Even her pupils seemed to glow silver, though the color was a pinpoint, a swirling mark at the very middle, lost in the dark obsidian.

She was panting, moaning, crying out softly, and each sound might have sounded something between passionate music and naive, wanton desire. She was growing more and more feverish with the moments passing, each of his thrusts lifting her tiny feet up off the floor.

And then... he asked for her name. She couldn't... wouldn't stop in her movements, but her head did shake firmly back and forth as she answered in a breathless voice. "N-no... never," she managed to breathe her response, eyes closing as she let out a few louder moans. She couldn't bear to think of a human having her name... Even if he didn't know the power a fae's name could hold.

Her breathing was coming quicker now,the moans a bit higher pitched, her passion rising, energies flowing thick and wild, almost feeling tangible around her. She may not have had much strength left in her, but her soul showed quite clearly just how strong she really was in those moments.

Somehow, though, despite showing the strength of her aura... she was still guarded, still not letting to open up and let him in.

 

[dryfter]

His breath came harsh and ragged. That look of determination in her eyes as she denied him his simple request....it was exquisite. Such a pity it could only be maintained for so long....

The time seemed right for just a little more torture....

"You really are good at this....such a sexual, dirty little girl you're turning out to be."

His hand raising suddenly, think fingers entwined in her hair....jerking her head downard....

"Just look at that virgin pussy of yours....still a little blood.....but so very hungry.....sucking my cock so hard.....its almost as if you want me to bury my seed in you."

He could feel her tense around him....her own inhibitions causing her to tighten....the increased friction driving them both higher as in turn she had to feel every vein and bump in his manhood as it took her again and again.

Now for the real surprise....after all he hadn't committed to anything yet. Let her feeble fae mind think she'd struck a deal with him and he'd hold to it.

"Sure....you're feisty and arrogant now....but it'll be a different story when you cum for me, my dirty little fae. The incubus imprisoned in your collar looks forward to feeding off the souls I feed it....in return....it charges your body with just a little of its sexual energies....making you a real live wire, so to speak. Works out great, actually.....the more sensitive you are.....the more you climax.....and the more release you find.....the more he feeds......"

Travis gave her ear a last tiny flick of his tongue before pulling back to gauge her reaction.

"We'll see how long that willpower of yours lasts."

 

[Jewelskye]

He forced her to look down, but her eyes only shut, unwilling to stare at how her body was betraying her, how he'd managed to make her her own worst enemy. "N-no..." she nearly snarled as he talked about emptying his seed within her, her pussy tightening at the thought.

Despite this, her tightening only seemed to drive both their bodies further in their desires... driving the unknowing fae girl toward her climax. Her body was almost at a fever pitch, and it was obvious it wouldn't be long before she'd let go of her inhibitions and explode around him, her pussy milking him, gripping his cock tight and squeezing it for all its worth.

And then... he got too cocky. His arrogance shown through truly for the first time. His words about the Succubus made her go still, her body going rigid, the desire fading as quickly as if he'd told her she was she was having sex with a troll disguised as him. The fire faded from her eyes, and they seemed to grow dull for a moment, the color settling to a dark amethyst, the silver gone from their depths.

"Stupid, arrogant human fool!" she spat, and in that second, the aura around her shifted again, growing considerably darker. Her body stopped responding to him, still wet, but not milking him any longer, the juices he was using to glide in and out of her simply what was left over after her desire suddenly faded.

She spat into his face again, and gave her body a mighty jerk, putting all the hidden strength her immortal body had behind it, enough to knock him backward, away from her even if by only a foot. "Do you have ANY idea what a succubus, trapped or not, could do with just a small portion of the soul of one of my kind?" the words were a hiss, her voice angry, outraged even.