Exotic Auction

[dryfter]

And all of a sudden, the girl beneath him seemed to regain some of her self-control. Though whether Travis felt dismay, or thrilled with exhilaration remained to be seen. Despite his thrusts....into a virgin cunt no less....she had found the spite and control to relax her body......denying him the friction they both had needed so desperately a second ago.

"Stupid, arrogant human fool!"

He'd felt this before.....a warning.....an instinct.....and one that had never been wrong. The last time he'd felt it so strongly was when he'd screwed up disarming a trap that barred passage to a wizard's private chambers. The magical sigil had been meant to burn alive any who tampered with it.....instead, only his right arm had been scorched.....and even then it should have been blown clean off his shoulder.

He barely felt the moisture of her spittle as it slammed into him. It was the least of his concerns right now. The dark fae's body twisted and slammed back into him....and not in a sexual way either....

Half carried by the blow, half leaping backward of his own volition...his cock slid from her with an ease that lay testament to just how wet she'd become.

"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?"

His face settled into a snarl of his own, letting her know instantly that he was no longer intimidated. He was not going to be the one cowering in fear and on the defensive all the time. He would not.

"A small portion? Perhaps I should feed it your whole wretched soul. And you have your legend lore incorrect, my dear. I never said a succubus. A succubus wouldn't even give poison like you the time of day. However.....an incubus might find you to be quite the prize. And what's left of you certainly wouldn't cause me much trouble now would you?"

He could practically see the sigils etched into the metal collar around her neck pulse for a soft moment.....as if the entity inside were agreeing with him.

"I'll tell you what might happen, sweetheart. He might finally achieve enough power to be free of his prison. And then what? He rapes you and makes you the mindless slave you never knew you wanted to be? You can spend the rest of your long life in the Abyss, birthing his hellspawn to further his status and his armies? What does it matter to me? I'm a male, even if he does free himself, he's no concern to me. And you sorely misjudge my character if you think he'd be the first daemon I've faced down. If he were smart, he'd take your sorry little soul and run."

It obviously wasn't what she'd been expecting to hear. But then....the truth was often that way. Expensive or not, he could afford patience....and it was beginning to show that it would be needed, if he ever wanted to cull this one towards what he desired her shaped into. He'd been assaulted, magically and physically, had scrambled for his life......

"And you get all uptight when it becomes apparent that I just might be able to make a worthwhile counter-attack. I'm sorry I'm not the failure of a human you think I am."

For long moments, the two of them glared at each other.....before his advance on her began again.

There was unfinished business here.....

 

[Jewelskye]

"Wrong. You have your information correct. A succubus and an incubus are the same thing, just different sexes. And you have no idea what they, or my kind are truly capable of, nor will you ever. An incubus OR succubus, if they were to feed off even a small portion of the energy of one of my kind, it would be enough to not only break free of his prison, but to drive him into something akin to what vampires refer to as blood rage. You, and all of yours, would be the next on his list simply because you are close, no matter your sex. Very few incubi and succubi make any real distinction between genders on a NORMAL day, let alone when they have been starving inside of a collar with only pathetic human energies to feed from!"

Her eyes were darker now, but not dull. They'd taken on a dangerous edge, a dangerous glint, and she was glaring at him, considering him carefully. Humans thought they knew so much about the dark... about the things born of hell fire and brimstone and moonlight and shadow and blood. But this one... all he had managed to do was prove just how little he knew, and to reaffirm her suspicions. He really was pathetic. A few hours in the moonlight and she'd quash him with little effort.

Standing there, she held herself proudly, not even bothering to hide the burn on her foot. He probably wouldn't notice anyway, he hadn't yet after all. He was only worried about his cock, and taking his pleasure. Inwardly, Lyssania found herself pushing away the reminders her mind was giving her about the fact that she'd been not only soiled by human hands, but had lost her innocence to one.

She'd see to it that the tool he'd used to take that innocence would be removed. And not with a clean cut of a blade, either.

 

[dryfter]

Travis matched her angry glare with one of cool appraisal.

"Might be worth it to take you down a notch. After all....you've lost you're virginity to a "pathetic human"....what's being a mindless sex slave to a demon or two thousand compared to that?"

His mind seethed. She was right about one thing. He had no idea what he was dealing with when it came to her. He hadn't been bluffing about his ability to slay a demon......only bluffing about his ability to do it right then.Half naked as he was, it was hardly an opportune moment to chance an incubus escaping on him. That is....if her words weren't a bluff too....

And yet, he'd been trying.....as long as he'd owned her. And so far, nothing. Not a single book or scrap of verse that had anything like her contained in its pages. Fae? Sure....no problem. But all those fae were different from the one he held in his dungeon.

Still, he'd learned a little.....perhaps it was time to learn more.

He remained silent....letting her puff her chest out at him and feel proud in her superiority. He had been reckless all afternoon.....but he was smart as well.....smarter than she no doubt gave him credit for. Reflecting back on the past two nights since he'd brought her to his mansion, he did his best to put together a few small pieces of the puzzle this fae seemed to be. And even through it all, he continued to miss the angry red mark upon her foot.....

While the lore he'd been poring through had nothing about her....he had learned a bit of fae in general. None of which seemed too surprising. Most were aloof towards humans, feeling too superior to dirty their hands with such rubbish.....but her.....she was beyond aloof. She was downright hostile, and Travis suspected it didn't all have to do with her capture and sale into slavery.

Immune to charms, Travis had sighed heavily upon reading that.....hence why he had to resort to magical drugs instead......it had almost worked too.

No need for sleep. The young rogue paused at that. She didn't sleep....at least not like humans did. Sure, they'd enter a near sleep to heal terrible injuries or whatnot.....but true sleep was for the inferior races......like Travis.

So where is she getting this energy from? This is two nights now I've depleted her completely. Yet I can imagine by the time I walk in here tomorrow.....she'll be as hard to handle as ever.

Travis grunted, far too perplexed now to continue on with his current attempt to conquer her. Indeed, his own arousal was completely defunct, dangling limply between his lips......the sight of her naked beauty before him bringing only the tiniest of stirrings. She'd no doubt think she was the cause of that too....

Walking with stiff purpose, Travis knelt by his discarded pants.....picking them back up with a soft humph. Turning....he strode across the room towards the door.

"I'll be back again tomorrow. Don't go anywhere."

The door closed once more behind his sturdy frame, leaving her all alone once more.....

Two hours later....the door creaked slowly....frightfully open once more. A tiny serving maid glancing around the edge of its steel to glance at the nude fae. Trembling, she slowly made her way over to the corpse in the corner....her orders clear.....

She needed to clean the room in preparation for tomorrow.

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania watched the human go, her eyes watching him with disdain, happy to be rid of him at last. When at last the heavy door shut with a loud thud, the fae woman rested her head back against the wall with a soft sigh. Almost a moment later, and tears were sliding down her cheeks, the droplets tinged with a mixture of what seemed to be blood and quicksilver, shining both ruby and quicksilver in the sparse light that filtered in through the window.

For a short while, she just stood there and let herself cry silently, ignoring the dull ache of pain between her legs, letting out the emotions she'd kept so pent up. The shame at having had her one piece of innocence... her one bit of purity... stolen from her. And by a human, no less...

By the time the little maid would enter, however, the fae woman was not crying anymore, and not a hint of her tears remained to tell of her small break in her emotional shell. When the woman would enter, she'd find the lovely fae leaning against the wall, eyes closed, looking almost like a statue save the steady rise and fall of her chest. She was not asleep, she knew the girl to be there.

But she would not waste any energy to toy with her. The girl was an insignificant, unimportant spec, her soul not nearly strong enough to provide anything of use to her.

Allowed to go about her business as needed, the girl finally disappeared and Lyssania allowed herself to slip into her trance-like state, nearly on the verge of sleeping, moonlight soon streaming in through the window to fall on her pale body, restoring much of the energy she'd lost the night before. And of course, the rest she was allowing herself did help a good deal.

 

[dryfter]

He hated doing this. It left him open......even with his most trusted servant standing guard.

Travis winced at the cast iron box in his hand.....the metal itself being one of the only things known to keep in such a magic. Of course....he'd had to have the interior lead lined so the two elements would never touch.....

He had been surprised when his servant had returned with Lorelei's corpse. For a few minutes he'd actually considered paying to have the girl raised.....before ultimately dismissing it beneath such profound failure. He had been sure that the fae in his dungeon would have killed the slip of a girl he had sent. Perhaps his musings had been wrong once more?

Perhaps it was time to find out, time to put to use those hypothesis he had come up with. Well into the joyous hours of morning.....there wouldn't be any better time.

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He carried no weapons into the cell with him today, only the simple iron box. Even as the steel door ground its way open, fingers found the latch on the lid, thumbing it open. Almost instantly, the auras he had been so used to around his own body flickered and died......

Travis stepped confidantly into the room. She would noticed him.....of that he was certain. Had she attacked him yet? With the item he carried, there would be no way to really know.....

"Good morning. Thought it time we had a little talk."

He drew closer, watching her carefully....not only for a look of surprise that might tip him off that an attack had failed.....but also for any sign of pain. Truth be told, he had no idea what effect, if any, Voidstones might have on a fae.

Reaching into the box, he pulled out a single, perfectly spherical stone.....its color blacker than the deepest shade of night. Travis continued to watch her for any signs of recognition.

"My greatest treasure.....and found when I was so young I didn't even know what I had at first. Do you know what a Voidstone is, my darling pet?"

The enchantments on her bindings flickered....the purple aura around her collar flaring angrily before dimming suddenly.

"I was hoping perhaps you'd educate me more on these, seeing as your demonology is so much better than mine. It was rumored that they were created as part of an attack on the Sunfury Academy years ago.....one of the greatest schools of magical aptitude that fae such as yourself ever created. A bother that.....attacking a place where everyone is armed with magic....how could you possibly do so safely? Unless of course.....you rob them of the very thing they depend on....."

Travis placed the stone on the ground.....reaching into the box for another one.

"Did you know that my own guildmaster offered me nearly two hundred thousand gold coins to acquire these? Too bad I had to tell him I'd already sold them to a warlock who had more coin."

Another one placed on the ground.....then another......and lastly......a fourth. Positioned to create a semicircle around her chained form. He didn't really care if it hurt her or not to be inside the affected area.....as long as she didn't die. He certainly didn't want her dead.....

"It is said that there is a glyph written on each one.....but that the stone is so perfectly black it can only be read by a few. But you can see them.....can't you?"

He approached her slowly....noting the ever defiant glare she gave him.

"Go on....spit on me....let's get that part out of the way, shall we? And here I was just going to give you a lovely invitation too. A picnic out in my garden. I was just thinking to myself last night.....you seem so pale.....like you've not seen the sun in years. Perhaps this isn't the first dungeon you've found yourself in. A nice walk through the flowers might do you some good, hmmm?"

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania lifted a pair of knowing, light purple eyes to look at him as he entered. Her eyes held a silvery glitter to them, but it was just faint enough to seem nothing more than a glow unless one was close. Almost instantly she sensed the presence of those dreadful stones... long before he got close enough to her for them to have much of an effect. And the closer he got, the more wary the look in her eyes became.

She listened to him talk about them even as he set them around her and she felt her very being begin to diminish. He had no idea just what he was doing with those stones.... He really and truly didn't, and for a few moments, her mind scrambled, fighting with itself over whether or not to show just how painful the presence of the black stones was becomming.

Even as he watched, her eyes would slowly start to loose some of that silvery glow, growing dark, then dull, settling at an amethyst that was, while still lovely, nothing compared to it's previous luster. "Do not make the mistake of thinking that my kind are the same as the ones who build that horrid, shining place," she murmured softly, eyes slowly closing.

She could feel her strength reduced to nothing, and felt as if she'd spent hours starved of her blessed moonlight, starved of blood, starved of everything that made her what she was. They were reducing her.. Reducing her to little more than a human. A human that could not die of natural causes, true, but she felt more ordinary and weak than she ever had before in her life.

The thought made her stomach churn as she took in a shuddering breath. "I... cannot," she murmured when he asked her if she would like to take a walk through the gardens. He wouldn't want to see her dead, she knew, and so she used that to her advantage.

Her eyes were closed, her muscles weak, and she found herself sagging slightly against the chains, leaning against the wall, trying to hold herself upright.

 

[dryfter]

"Do not make the mistake of thinking that my kind are the same as the ones who build that horrid, shining place,"

Interesting. The fae did a marvelous job of hiding any pain he caused from him, though in doing so had completely abandoned the thought of hiding any other effects the hideous stones caused. Travis watched as her eyes slowly faded from their usually shimmering luster, her body sagging weakly against the chains that held her upright.

Moving forward slowly, he kept going until she could feel him....his body pressing against her own, the thin silks that covered him doing little to keep her from feeling the chiseled musculature beneath. Leaning forward, he offered a gentle correction to her assumption.

"I don't think your kind built that place, my dear little fae. I think your kind....were responsible for destroying it."

His words were neutral....no teasing or challenge voiced, just a simple inoccuous statement.

"I... cannot,"

"Now why would that be? After all the trouble I've went through to prepare a good meal too."

The teasing note crept back into his voice. He had half expected she would decline for some reason or another.....and was beginning to suspect other things as well, though truth be told, he didn't know the half of it yet.

"Perhaps I should dine well right here then?"

Gentle fingers tilted her chin to one side, Travis leaning in to brush dry and gentle lips against her delicate throat. Long minutes were spent there and there alone....adorning the pale flesh with one heated kiss after another....finding her tender hollow......

"That would be fine with me.....after all.....the most beautiful flower on my manor grounds seems to be flourishing right here...."

His head dipped lower with agonizing slowness, his tongue slipping from between parched lips to tease the cleft of her collarbone before delivering another firm, desiring kiss. Travis was in no hurry....indeed, he had all day to enjoy this one. Perhaps he should have thought of this sooner.....

A soft hand could be felt then....starting at one flaring hip before inching its way upward to hold one beautiful breast.

"I don't think I'll ever tire of you, my lovely fae......so exotic is your beauty.....the moon itself lends its shimmering countenance to your skin."

Kneading the flesh gently, he avoided eye contact with her yet....choosing instead to devote all his attention to what he was doing.....his warm mouth travelling over the tops of her breasts, teasing her with his gentleness.....only to deliver a sharp and playful little nip a second later. The kneading of his hand slowly becoming more and more insistant....rougher in its handling though never enough to hurt.....

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania's body grew weaker by the minute, her very essence being denied by the stones around her. Even her breathing was showing signs of weakness, and as he kissed at her neck, his hand finding her breast, pain flickered through her eyes, which were still darkening, darkening to a purple so black and dull it would seem more like coal then onyx. "You must..." she murmured, and her voice was trembling.

Her knees buckled, leaving her body to hang from the shackles around her wrists, her head lolling to one side, then the other as she tried to summon the strength to lift it and look at him. And look at him she did. "You must remove..." she tried to tell him again, but once more her strength failed her and the words were weak, dying before she could complete the sentence which had been meant to tell him he had to remove the stones, or she could very well die.

Those stones were doing much more than simply nullifying her magic, they were sucking it in like a black hole... draining her of it and as such, draining her of the very thing that made her what she was. If this kept up... she'd be little more than a lifeless shell hanging from those shackles. Her magic was what made her...

What gave her her beauty, what kept her young, what gave her life. And it was a life he was coming dangerously close to ending without even knowing it.

 

[dryfter]

"You must remove..."

Something was wrong.

Yes, she seemed weaker....that had been the intention. To weaken her to the point of compliance....to hold her incapable of destroying him as he taught her what he desired her to know.

And yet, the weakening didn't seem to end. Each passing second drawing heavier upon her person. Travis was almost thankful he'd had the presence of mind to keep close watch on his little experiment. It was as if his touches weren't even felt....her body trembling beneath his fingertips.....and yet growing colder rather than heating beneath his skilled hands.

Scowling, he knew what he had to do. Spinning on a heel, Travis made short work of the stones....plucking each from its position to deposit them back in the box he'd carried in with him. Eyeing her warily, he wasn't certain just how fast she'd regain her strength. Either it would return just as fast as it had fled her.....or she would remain the helpless little kitten he had made her for now....at least, as he suspected, until night fell once more. If that were the case.....he held something truly valuable in his hands.....something even she could fear.

Yet he would learn nothing if he continued to hold the box in his possession, and wasn't he here to cull more information from this beautiful creature. And yes....perhaps now was the time to try again.

"Your name, beautiful flower....."

It wasn't a request.....it was the simplest of demands.....one that carried much more weight now that he'd discovered something that could affect her finally. It was the simplest of bluffs....and yet a powerful one.....preying on her very instinct of self preservation. Would he actually use the stones on her further? Just how much trouble had she made herself for him? For a second, Travis imagined himself in her shoes.....and what he saw there, made him smile just a little......

 

[Jewelskye]

Her dull eyes only gained a slight glitter to them when he removed the stones, and her body continued to sag against her bonds, letting them support her. She regarded him quietly, wondering why he was so insistent on having her name... why not just assign her a name like some do with other slaves?

With a soft groan, she forced herself to stand straight, trying to ignore the wave of dizziness that washed over her. A fae's name was a dangerous thing for a mortal to have, but considering how little he'd known about her thus far... She considered him for a moment, unsure if he'd realize how easy it could be for him to do her serious harm(or good, if it was his intention) with the use of her name.

"Lyssania," she finally answered, and her voice was soft. She was thankful that the stones had sapped so much of her magic... It meant that the name didn't carry with it as much power as it normally would have, coming from her lips. It carried instead only a slight tremble of power, as if the syllables were somehow a word from a magical language.

 

[dryfter]

Still she resisted.....

Yet this time, it was not out of defiance that the answer was slow in coming. For long moment, the two of them stared at each other.....the rogue more than capable of witnessing the myriad of emotions running through her suddenly gaunt face.

"Lyssania,"

And there it was.....the tiniest of submissions......a sliver of a crack in the icy armor of her arrogant demeanor as she gave up what he demanded of her. And what a name! Though he truly knew little about magic other than the imbued items he'd struggled to collect, the shiver that rippled down Travis' spine at her utterance he knew to be far from natural.

Long and heavy silence reigned as he considered this information. And while he did not repeat her name, nor did he forget it. The blonde nobleman sifted through his own thoughts as he watched her haggard form belie the tiniest of confusions perhaps?

He reached for her then.....his heart lifting as she moved to stand once more on her own, refusing to be held upright by just her bonds, pride demanding more of her that what it seemed she could even deliver. Yet stand she did, on shaky thighs that looked as if they would crumple again if he were to as much as touch them.....

And just as her eyes had some of their pride restored to them.....a minor victory over the weakness that had overcome her, she felt his fingers close sharply about her defiant chin as her human "master" grabbed her immediate attention.

"Your name......is sullied if I speak it."

Though spoken like a question, Travis didn't waste time waiting for an answer that probably wasn't coming anyway.

"That would explain why you fought me, that and something else......something that I can't quite put my finger on just yet."

A soft frown, though not one of disappointment or cruelty, but more like an intelligent soul posed with yet another puzzle he was determined to solve. He certainly couldn't rely on her for what he needed to know, and yet......would the game be as fun if it were so easy?

"Such beautiful skin......not a mark on you.......not from the slavers, not from my own chains......you're quite the remarkable pet, aren't you?"

He could see her bristle at the moniker despite her fatigue, and yet he only smiled as a response.

"Perhaps I should whip you for being such a defiant lovely?"

The room rang with the sound of flesh striking flesh.....his palm striking the firm fullness of her left breast with force enough to draw a reaction from even her.

"Or perhaps.....I should reward you.....for finally giving me what I wanted."

Leaning forward....Travis gently let his tongue travel across the same flesh he'd just harshed, a hand sliding sofly across an inner thigh to catch just the sample of the tender softness there before they slammed closed once more.

"Tell me.....was it that hard? Should I sully you right now? Taint your pride by uttering your name? Would that be so bad.....?"

He was teasing her......body, mind.....and unbeknownst to him.....soul. His words little more than gentle murmurs now in her ears.....his fingertips slowly beginning to explore the full contours of her body once again in fleeting touches.....

 

[Jewelskye]

She gasped some as his hand smacked into her breast, leaving it feeling sore and bruised. Still though... being struck was better than what he'd done before, so she took it as a small blessing that he was abusing her and not trying to fuck her again.

It would appear, however, that she was grateful for nothing, because a moment later his tongue was passing over her aching skin. If she'd had her magic, he'd barely be able to see any kind of reaction... but without her magic, her body was too weak and she didn't have the energy to maintain the self control required to hide the effect he was having on her. As his tongue trailed over her skin, still hot from the pain he'd inflicted, she shuddered involuntarily as her nipple hardened in response to the sensation.

His hand was between her legs, exploring her thighs and the apex of them. A soft whimper left her as his fingers found her delicate folds, and she cried out softly as he brought his hand hard against her flesh once more. "Stop..." she managed to gasp out, her legs trembling, knees threatening to give way.

His hands were moving again, fingertips trailing over her curves, exploring her body while she lacked the strength to fight him.

 

[dryfter]

"Stop..."

Tossing a casual glance at her despair filled countenance, the young nobleman simply smiled, the softly moaned plea only furthering his need to tease, to torment this proud fae in her moment of weakness.

"Now why would I do that? Why would you care? I've already tainted you here."

A soft fingertip prodded the dampness of her folds, delighting in the moist warmth he found there. Yet there was none of the roughness now.....not in his voice or in his demeanor, Travis kept his touch gentle yet insistant. Silently, he ran an appraising eye over the trembling form of his most prized acquisition. Even now, she was breathtaking, struggling to stand.....her proud facade of defiance finally beginning to crumble.

"Your petals are wilting, my lovely little flower......and yet......you are no less beautiful."

His hand slid from her sex.....rising with alarming speed as he moved to her again, her own fragrance heavy in the air as the offending palm cupped her cheek only seconds before his lips met with hers again. Gone was the demand, the sense of domination of conquering, replaced instead by a gentle teasing of his flesh against hers before departing once more just as suddenly as it had came.

A teasing thumb rolled against the darkened nipple cresting one full, pale breast. How swiftly it had responded to his touch.....

"Kythiss"

A soft ping, the widening of those mysterious eyes, and the clatter of metal hitting the ground near her dainty bare feet. For a brief instant, a dark and oppressive atmosphere hung about them both before disappearing in a flash......her silvered collar rendered useless until he chose another to place it on.

"I've taken from you. And I'm not done taking from you. But I don't need to take that from you."

His voice softened.....

"Does it hurt?"

She just seemed so fragile now, so weak compared to the fiery beauty he'd seen just yesterday. And yet unless he was dreadfully wrong, he was almost certain she'd be at his peak and ready to resist him with everything she had again by the morning. Damned if he knew how she was doing it though......

His lips returned once more, not really waiting for an answer.....his hands roaming across her lithe frame of their own volition. Stepping in close, he was sure she could feel the hard bulge of his manhood pressing against her through his finery as he siezed her mouth once more....his tongue eagerly seeking out her own before retreating to rain smaller heated kisses across neck and shoulders......

"For every ache I've created, I'll create a soft moan, a tiny thrill, a cry of delight......"

 

[Jewelskye]

The things he was doing to her body... the reactions he was getting from her would have made the courts proud... if he'd been another fae. But he wasn't fae... he was mortal... he was human... and he as playing her body like an instrument, making her out to be nothing more than an object for his amusement.

The truth of it came crashing down on her and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from letting out a sob. She was tired... so incredibly tired... and here he was showing her just how weak she truly was.

He spoke a word and the collar fell away, clattering to the floor. The aura that surrounded them for a moment was strong enough that, being as weak as she was, she involuntarily shuddered, her shields not strong enough to block it out. It brushed her pale skin and stirred some part of her soul, though only briefly.

Does it hurt? his words were soft... tender... and for a moment she almost believed he meant them. Her eyes sought his out, but then his mouth was on hers again, kissing her in a manner that made something deep within her respond to him. It was somehow an emotional, and physical reaction to his attention, and she found herself involuntarily letting her tongue dance with his.

He broke the kiss and pressed his body in firmly, making her let out a soft shuddering breath. "Do you... plan to keep me like this until one or both of us die?" she asked breathlessly, trying to look at him, to meet his eyes.

 

[dryfter]

"Do you... plan to keep me like this until one or both of us die?"

It was a fair question. One that he'd half expected to have been asked a long time ago.

"You're mine now, and one day you'll willing accept me as your master. But I think we both know that if I were to release you, you would be gone like one of the shadows you seem so good at controlling, wouldn't you?"

There was no taunting in his voice. Not even in the slightest. Travis knew he spoke truth, and for the most part.....so did she.

"And yet, where would you go, I wonder? Back to a place where you can wallow in your own self pity? Your cheeks color when I tell you that you're heavenly, you tremble and your heart speeds up when I say that you're beautiful, a moonlight goddess. Has no one else ever told you these things before?"

A brief silence.

"I have taken from you.....and will continue to take......and yet I will give as well. Until you learn to give so that I no longer need to take from you."

His lips dipped to her glorious breasts once more.....blazing a moist trail between their valley before rising to torment a succulent nipple.....a soft brushing of inquisitive fingers heralded the arrival of his hand at her sex once more.....his light touches meant only to continue stirring the soft and musical reactions from her......while the other silently worked at the belt that held his trousers upright......

And yet even as he felt it loosen finally.....it wasn't nearly as satisfactory as the sound of the fae's sudden intake of breath as he sank to his knees.....getting his first truly good look at her flushed womanhood. Fingers that had only been curious and teasing a moment, now parting her folds before him........

Yet all that even......disappeared into a new sensation......as he leaned forward to taste her for the first time......

 

[Jewelskye]

"You're mine now, and one day you'll willing accept me as your master. But I think we both know that if I were to release you, you would be gone like one of the shadows you seem so good at controlling, wouldn't you?"

"We both know I lack the strength to run from you now... and yet you keep me chained here like an animal..." Her pride had taken quite a few knocks, but she found herself blushing, just as he said she would, when he complimented her. No... no one had ever called her a goddess.... but he hardly needed to know that, did he? She looked away from him as he asked her if anyone had ever said such things to her. It was not in the nature of those in her court to compliment those of lower status... and despite her power, Lyssania was, in many ways, lacking in status.

His lips found her breasts and she couldn't help but arch slightly toward him, her body answering his ministrations whether she wanted it to or not. Meanwhile, when his fingers found her tender sex, she let out a gasp, her body shuddering at his touch even as droplets of moisture gathered on his fingertips. She glanced down, watching him begin to loosen his pants and despite herself... despite the fact that him inside of her was the last thing she wanted... she felt another tremble of anticipation move through her.

His fingers continued to probe, and then he was on his knees. Her dark eyes went wide and she tried to pull back, only to find herself met with the unforgiving stone behind her. "N-no... don't..." she managed to breathe, only to have the feel of his tongue steal her breath with it's first tender touch to her most delicate of areas.

Her nectar was thick and sweet, like some dark, forbidden fruit... the kind the light would warn you to stay away from if you wanted to save your soul. It would be easy to find oneself addicted to such a taste, craving it when your body was on fire with desire and need for release. "Please..." her knees were shaking, threatening to buckle once more as she looked down at him, eyes pleading silently. If he kept this up... her body would crumble.

 

[dryfter]

"We both know I lack the strength to run from you now... and yet you keep me chained here like an animal..."

"It is not now that I'm worried about. Come the morning, I'm sure you'll be as vibrant and refreshed as ever, won't you? More than capable to give me a run for my life once more."

She was exquisite.....a flavor unlike any he'd tasted from a woman before, and just as delightful were the soft tremors rippling through her thighs as if her legs would give out at any moment in response to his actions. Of course he could free her from the wall without truly giving her freedom, but for now he was content to continue his exploration of this most delicious part of her....no.....he delighted in it.

"Please..."

That soft musical voice was as intoxicating as the flesh he teased, fear mixing with intense pleasure to compose a soft sonata that only made his cock harden further in his trousers.

Her scent was all around him.....sweet and husky and delightfully foriegn as he moved to engulf her completely, his tongue parting her tender folds to slip it way inside, seeking more of her. Twice or more, he thought he imagined her hips roll slightly as a woman might when encouraging such amore, and his hands moved of their own accord to hold her still.

The sweetest nectar of all she had yet to provide.....and he would have it......the tip of his nose stirring against the swollen and sensitive button her lust had created. The prehensile membrane inside her writhed and spasmed.....hungry to stir more of her essence and encouraged by the spastic movements of her insides......

He was Master.....and as he promised......he was far from done taking from her.

 

[Jewelskye]

He was forcing her body to respond to him... and Lyssania found his fingers... his tongue... the touches of him pulling the most delicious sensations from that part of her body and forcing them to shiver through her entire system. Her hands curled into fists, gripping the chains she hung from as she looked down at him.

His own face had contorted itself into something between surprise and pleasure, as if he truly did enjoy giving her the kind of pleasure he was giving in those moments. Her breathing had become shaky, each inhale quivering and each exhale trembling with barely restrained moans. Thusfar, she'd managed to keep her pleasured noises down to a minimum, simply whimpering or breathing a bit louder than normal.

But when his nose bumped at her most sensitive of buttons, her body went stiff and she let out a soft cry that was half pleasure, half surprise. "What are you doing to me?" she breathed, and the words held wonder in them... the wonder that only a woman still truly innocent to how pleasurable lovemaking could be. She bit her lower lip and her hips flexed reflexively, pushing toward him as if asking for more even though her mind was trying to fight against all he was making her feel.

When his hands caught her hips and held her in place, she let out a sound that was half moan, have sob, and her knees finally gave way, forcing her to hang from her arms. A groan of pain left her lips as she hung there, her legs quivering too much from his ministrations to allow her to stand again.

 

[dryfter]

Her pain was short lived.....

The hands at her hips slid as one.....gliding around her slender form to firmly grasp her petite derriere as his position adjusted for renewed leverage. Chains stretched taut, her feet no longer touched the floor, but gone too was the same amount of pressure that she had felt on her arms but a moment ago.....

And through it all, he had never stopped, dining voraciously on what had been virgin none too long ago. His goal of driving her to the pinnacle of her senses seemed within reach, made even more tantalizing by her moaned question.....

I'm making you mine. One piece of your soul at a time.

At least....that's what he might have said if he wasn't so thoroughly enjoying ravishing her right now. His fingers flexed softly....kneading the firm ass flesh they held upright as he drove his tongue in deep once more before retreating to lap slowly at her glistening sex.....each tantalizing lick ending at the same naughty little button that had provoked her outburst earlier.

He delighted in it all. Every tremble.....every arching of her body against her bindings.....delighted in the fact that when she cried out now, it was in a language he could understand, too far gone to keep her defenses in place. Whether she liked it or not.....the little fae was opening to him like the flower he likened her to.....

And there was still plenty of time before nightfall......

 

[Jewelskye]

He lifted her body up just slightly... In truth, it shouldn't have come as such a surprise... she was lighter than a human, even one larger than her by several inches. Her body trembled and shivered as she looked down at him, practically grinding herself against his face, though her mind was begging him to stop. Her body, on the other hand, was urging him onward, quivering and grinding against him, begging for more.

Soft moans and pants began to escape her lips as he drove her forward, toward the same peak she'd been approaching the night before. This time, there was no collar, there was no worry of an incubus taking enough power from her soul to be able to escape and go on a rampage...

There was nothing to hold her back.

Biting her lower lip hard enough it nearly bled, she let out several high pitched whimpering sounds before suddenly going stiff, her orgasm riding over her like a wave. "Oh, goddess..." she managed to breathe out just before a great gasp left her, her juices flowing renewed into his mouth, sweeter than before, more pungent. She was struggling to breathe, shock on her face, even fear, as the sensations swept over her again and again. She had no idea what it was... what this was... but it was overwhelming and left her feeling slightly dizzy.

 

[dryfter]

Travis moaned....sending soft vibrations of blissful heat radiating through her core. He had won.....even now he relished the taste of her as she whimpered and cried out, even begging the aid of an unknown goddess.....before arching hard against him in what could only be the pinnacle of sensation for her. The look on her face was priceless....confusion.....fear.....and indescribable bliss.....

The nobleman drank deeply, never once letting up through all of her arching, and grinding.....drawing her from the euphoria he'd created, directly into one small aftershock after another until he was sure she'd nearly faint from the constant tension and release of her own body......

And when it was all over.....he retreated slowly.....gazing upon her heaving chest, her incredulous stare. The sound of the fae's racing breath echoed throughout the bare room, its rhythm broken only by her occasional whimper.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did."

There was no taunt in his voice....wouldn't be.....as long as the taste of her still lingered on his tongue. He had enjoyed every minute, every little begging and plead she presented, every little arch and grind she offered.

"Zenidre"

His ears rang suddenly with the ping of snapping metal, its cry reverberating painfully through the isolation. And if his human ears found it discomforting, than to a fae......

And yet she was free......sort of. The shackles still remained, the runes on their surface undisturbed. But no longer did the shackles attack to the chains that had bound her to the wall.....her magic would continue to be dampened......for now.

How he longed to ravish her.....to bury himself in her taut flesh while she still quivered in her weakness.....still trying to comprehend what she had just felt and experienced.....

Instead he simply was there for her.....catching her as the legs he had known all along had failed her, did so again upon her sudden freedom. Nude and breathless......the fae was gently lowered to the floor.....her head pilllowed amongst her own raven tresses.

"You've found favor, little flower......"

It would be so easy.....all he had to do was nudge one creamy thigh to one side and she would be all but defenseless.....

She had suffered enough. And even though she might be at her full strength come morning.....a part of him relished the thought of the renewed challenge. He would strip her strength away as many times as he had to......until he became her strength.....became something that was as akin to her own soul as the magic she so potently wielded.

"What do you eat?"

Silence at first....he kept his voice gentle. No doubt she was still recovering from not only her recent climax, but the sudden shock of her bindings departure as well.

"You have been here several days, yet have seen no food or drink. Tell me what you need for sustenance and I will send for it."

 

[Jewelskye]

The soft, pained cry that left her was almost instantaneous with the ringing that sounded through the otherwise quiet room. The shackles were released from the chains hanging from the wall. For a moment, she managed to stay standing, but soon her knees gave way and had it not been for the strong arms of the man who had bought her, she'd have hit the floor hard.

Instead, he caught her and laid her on the stone floor in movements so gentle, it was like he believed her made of porcelain. Little did she realize, however, just how like porcelain she seemed, with that perfect skin and delicate body. A soft groan left her and she found her eyes fluttering wearily as she looked up at him.

Still, he was gentle... had she been this weak in the face of anyone from the courts... she'd have been dead by now. There was an unspoken question in her dark eyes as she looked up at him, wondering why this human was so kind to her, after all she'd done to him and his.

He asked her what she ate, and for a moment, she wasn't sure she understood. After a moment, however, it clicked in her mind what he was asking and she sighed. No mortal food would be substantial enough to completely curb her appetite, but it would help some. "Water... and fruit..." she managed to murmur softly, and as her eyes slid closed, not asleep but resting, her full red lips curled ever so slightly at the edges, as if she were smiling.

It made her features all the more lovely, but at the same time, it seemed out of place and foreign, like a garment she wasn't used to wearing and didn't know how to carry herself in.

 

[dryfter]

She slept. Did Fae actually sleep?

And yet it appeared so.....the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts slow and even......she had been put through a lot....

Yet before he left, his eyes lingered just a little.....on the delicate upturn of her plush lips.....a soft smile, one that he was seeing for the first time.....

When she awoke, she would find herself with a wide selection of fresh fruits. His servants had been quite understanding and obedient when he'd sent them to the market.....still others to draw fresh water from his wells......

Fingers crossed before him, he sat in his study, parchment and pen before him yet not quite ready to pen the letter he knew he would eventually send. There was much more to learn about his little Lyssania....and he had every intention of pursuing his curiousity even as he continued her training.

She had experienced her first pleasurable sexual experience, of that he was sure. Yet he would have to wait until the morning to see how such a thing may have affected her attitude towards him.....and then there was the question of her new freedom.....

He would have to be prepared for attack once more. He couldn't be lax enough to think that the dour and spiteful woman he held in his dungeons would hesitate to kill him should she be given the chance.

How long he sat there pondering was lost on him.....until his head itself rested upon his fingers.....the sun barely enough to light the room he sat in.....and seeming to sink lower in time with his own body......the desk itself halting his descent into slumber as the horizon swallowed the light of the world and heralded its own darkness......

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There was few other ways to do this......

Lorelei shivered in fear, choosing to avoid him and the path he walked. It was amazing how she had lost her taste for the fae after the humility she'd been shown......still.....she would play her part.

"You're crazy you know. That girl's going to kill you."

It seemed the redhead had found her voice after all.

"Lorelei.....you take your pleasure in my house, using my slaves and servants. Do let me have my fun, won't you?"

For a second, some of the old fire returned in the mage's eyes. A fire he'd seen more than once......

"I worry about you. Look.....I'll.....I'll sleep with you myself. Just get rid of her. There's something about her, Travis. She's death, and she's going to be your death if you keep her around."

His steps halted, more out of surprise than anything else. In all the years he'd known her, had travelled with her, he'd never heard Lorelei even once proposition a man.

"Thank you for your generous offer.....old friend."

His voice was soft.....gentle.....and perhaps more full of emotion that what he usually allowed.

"But I like you the way you are. I won't be the one who tames you. I can take care of myself.....you know that. You have no reason to worry."

All conversation stopped as he reached for the cell door. Turning....he could see her gently biting her lower lip as she was wont to do when truly nervous or upset. Bowing respectfully to his old adventuring companion......the door close behind him silently......

"Good morning, little flower."

 

[Jewelskye]

Lyssania came to an hour or two before he found his way to her. She woke and found that she was still laying on the unforgiving floor, moonlight streaming in through the tiny windows to kiss her naked skin. Enough of her strength returned with the kiss of darkness and moonlight that she would, at the very least, have enough magic in her to defend herself... and to stay awake. Honestly... she couldn't remember the last time she'd passed out the way she had the night before.

The lack of magic combined with physical exhaustion had obviously had a bigger effect on her than even she had expected. Glancing down at her injured foot, she found that they'd also prevented her from healing completely, when normally such an injury wouldn't have lasted so long. Frowning, she looked around the room, still free of her chains, and found that fruits, nuts, and water had been laid out for her.

The bounty was enough to make her stomach rumble. Did she have to eat? Not nearly as often as humans... but the lack of food was usually replaced by some other source of strength... blood, or the souls around her. It had been ages since she'd had enough of either to make a difference, so when she saw the food she instantly delved into the feast, drinking as much of the water as she could.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When he entered her room, he'd find her sitting on the floor in the darkest shadow of the room, her side to the wall, eyes closing, resting, trying to gather more of her strength. She didn't have to be at full strength... she just had to be strong enough to keep him at bay... Keep his hands off of her...

The memory of his touches... his mouth to her more sensitive of areas... made her shiver. She tried to tell herself that it was a shudder of disgust, but a small, cruel voice in the back of her head said that she'd liked what he'd done to her the night before... that she'd reached a peak of pleasure she'd never known existed. No soul had ever been succulent enough, no blood thick and rich enough, to make her feel the way his ministrations had. It confused her, that he could make her feel and think such things... but it also reminded her why she couldn't ever let him touch her again...

She'd be weak if she let him touch her.

 

[dryfter]

The first thing he noticed upon entry was the empty plate.....and equally empty pitcher that had been set for her. Good....no servants would have to be punished today....they had done well.

And his pet had eaten.

Travis frowned softly as he regarded her huddled form in the corner of the room, her eyes closed as if in some form of trance. A soft shiver as he drew closer the only hint that she may be awake after all.....

"Are you well?"

He didn't expect an answer, stopping a respectful distance away, waiting to see if she truly would respond....

"You're afraid of me."

It was true. He could see it plainly in her body language, each soft tremor of her naked body, even in the glare of faux hatred she cast upon him in response...

"Tell me what about me scares you."

He knew she wouldn't. She was too prideful for that.....this fae would never admit to being scared of a human....at least not yet. With sinuous grace, he eased forward towards her once more, drawing ever closer.

"Is it the thought that I might beat you? No....no, that's not it, is it? You took your blows like a proud warrior might. You spit in my face.....twice. Is it the thought that I might rape you? No.....you've already felt that, haven't you? Felt it and endured......surely you could endure again."

A soft smile.....he was almost close enough to touch, and yet he knew he had to be ready for anything. He had allowed her to recover, and as much as he wished otherwise......Travis knew she wouldn't crumble into weakness again easily.

"You're afraid that you might have liked it."

The look within that heated glare shifted just a little....had he struck a nerve?

"Would you like me to tell you how truly beautiful you are again, little flower? Was it strange to feel the same hands that struck you cruelly, caressing your lovely body with such tenderness?"

Another pause.....a longer one, in his advance.

"You are perfection.....my fae angel. Never have I before seen such beauty. One day, you will be able to stand nude before me and not be ashamed as you are now. You will be able to see how highly you are valued......what is this?"

As his eyes roamed her body, lighting once more with a rekindled lust.....they fell upon the not yet healed burn mark upon her foot......moving instantly and swiftly to kneel at her feet and reach for the offending mark......concern and question marring his suddenly kindly face.......