Her Vision ~Closed~

[LordLuck]

Finally, her condescendant manners got the better of him, his ears growing red of supressed anger. Bringing his sword up, in order to sheat it, he slowly gives up his weapon in order to adequately measure himself and his opponent. It was dangerous, but we willed to risk it.

After all, she was intriguing, to say the least. Unease, as she circled him like a predator evaluating a hunt.

"I... can't understand why a creature of... such beauty would... wish to be so wicked."

He shudered at her touch, her hand so cold yet so... so... reassuring.

 

[DarkSorceress]

The witch smiled, seeing him sheath his sword. She took it out of his hands as if she expected him to give it up. Youth could be dyed into many colours with the right tongue. She heard his questions, and his naïve words. He was a child in a man’s body, unaware of the darkness within even the most beautiful people.
As she stroked his face with affection, she stared deep into his eyes. Anger flooded the knight, and she was sure he would explode into a fit of rage soon enough.“I don’t wish to be wicked, Sir Gilles..." The sword shattered in her hands with ease. It soon lingered on the floor in dust. Tabitha turned away from the knight and smiled darkly. "...I am."

 

[LordLuck]

"I remain unawnsered."

Sir Gilles admired Tabitha's unearthly beauty and how casually had she turned his weapon to rusty dust. She was probably a more than capable sorceress, wielder of such power that she could easily banish him from existance with a mere thought. So why did she not? Why did she... she...

Gilles suddenly found himself admiring her power. Her beauty. Was it another enchantment? Tabitha had been so... so... powerful. And that aroused him.

The knight suddenly knew that he desired her.

 

[DarkSorceress]

Tabitha continue to glare at the child with a confident aura pouring from her. She crossed her legs through her garbs. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. She smiled at how curious he was. “A beautiful person can’t desire to control the world? A beautiful person can’t be capable of taking several children away from their homes?” Her soft voice became harsher and crueller with each sly word that spewed from her mouth. “A beautiful person can’t take those children, put them in cells and experiment on them until they become demons? The same demons you killed? “ She laughed softly, her eyes closed and her head lowered as she shook it with disbelief.

“My, my, sir Knight. You are such a child.”

 

[LordLuck]

Bile runned up through Gilles throat, it's burning almost puked as he tries to keep down his rage, and swallows it back, not wishing to allow the witch the delight of his defeat. So that were the demons that she had deturped in her own twisted bitterness.

"You monster."

Gilles said it without conviction, however. Even though the horror was not passed on through his mind, Sir Gilles held himself straight, keeping his trembling arms at bay. He would not be broken. He would not pounce over the woman, and would not take her head off with his bare hands. He would not allow her this victory.

"What do you wish of me, woman?"

 

[DarkSorceress]

Tabitha watched with her keen eyes, so many emotions ran through his poor body: Anger, frustration, lust, fear, hatred. She could feel it all, and what was more it excited her. His words while confident displayed something more in him.
“I desire nothing from you.” She smiled from her throne. Her fingers began to stretch over the arm of her large chair, stroking the arms playfully. “But you desire much. You wish to leave the Knights as you feel trapped, not being able to love a woman or start a family.“ Her hand slowly ran up her waist, stroking the sides of her breasts through her robes. “You desire your father to die, for your brothers to die. You want the power they will be given, and why not? You are the strongest…”

Her eyes fixed on him cruelly as she read the boys past and present to use it against him. She smiled seductively as her tongue licked her dark lips before she continued. “... But most of all you crave my touch like an expensive drug. You desire me, if only for lust. It is why you can’t harm me…, you’re weak…”

 

[LordLuck]

He was about to snap.

"Yes."

Gilles said, somewhat surprised that her stating of the facts was accurate. No. Not really. He alone knew the desires of his heart, but the witch's scry had given her most of it.

"I do. I desire you, woman.", he said, approaching her black throne, so contrastant with her pale, alabaster skin. "I wish your power. I wish your touch. And I wish... to have power over you."

He said, coming as close as he dared not to enrage this capricious goddess. Damned be the Knights and their altruism. He could not care less, if it stood in his way to have her.

 

[DarkSorceress]

“I’m afraid that desire will be left unfulfilled,” she smiled as she watched him ascend the stone steps towards her. Her eyes fixed on him, everything had worked as she planned it to, and the youth was so easy to control. She rose from her throne, stroking his face as he came to her. “Good boy. Join me, and I will make you happier beyond your wildest dreams…”

 

[LordLuck]

Without even thinking about it, Gilles sold her his soul.

"Yes. Yes. I swear my fealty to you, my Lady. I vow it."

He managed to match her stare at long last, his glittering eyes delving into her deep orbs with more than simple lust for her body. He lusted for her power. He lusted to outmanage her. Sir Gilles had finally allowed himself to feel her taint. And he loved it.

 

[DarkSorceress]

“Excellent.” She cooed, stroking his face as she pulled him into a deep kiss. Her tongue slithered within his mouth, she smiled into their kiss, knowing this feeling would be foreign to the young knight. Finally she broke away from their tender moment. “As of this moment, you are my champion.” She purred softly, pecking his lips softly as her hands embraced around his neck. “You will call me by title, not woman, but my Queen, Mistress, my lady.” She stroked his young cheek again.

 

[LordLuck]

Gilles had not really expected that kiss. It was just...

...delicious. Tabitha was unearthly, indeed. Her cold lips were so, so... outlandish, that the mere act had taken him by surprise. He stood there in shock, trying to process the witch's kiss, trying to match it with his own tongue, clumsily.

"Yes... my Mistress.", he said, slowly sliding his own arms around her back, without great confidence, fearing her rebuke.

 

[DarkSorceress]

A wave of power came to her when she was addressed as mistress. She felt like she could send this boy to do her bidding, and like an eager puppy that craved affection, he would do it perfectly. Her hands stroked down his cold armour, wondering what she could get him to do.

“As my champion…” She cooed, “You will serve my every bidding, and be the general of my demons. They will listen to you…,” Her eyes fixed on his as her forehead met his. “The villagers betrayed my trust. They told a foolish knight where to find me. They will tell more people, and they must be punished.” She kissed him, long and rough. Her eyes were wide, and when she blinked she was sure the young man could feel her eyelashes brush against him.
“I want you to kill them all singlehandedly. I want you to bring out the demon that lays in your beautiful body…, I want you to be free of this… purity. Only then you can become a man, and only men get to touch me…” She kissed him one final time gently on the lips. Slowly she turned her back on him, wondering just how far he had fallen.

 

[LordLuck]

Gilles felt to his knees, lowering his head in one respectful motion, taking a deep breath after Tabitha had left him standing alone. Such power! Such might! He had to drink for it. He had to share from her influence, that like the fienst wine inebriated his every sense.

"Your will be done."

Were his only words as he finally lifted himself straight, and set off for the village at the moutain's slopes. Somehow, he knew that, from now on, the night would be his. And his alone. For his Mistress was the darkness. Quietly, only thiking about the delicious rewards that his service would collect with the Witch, he strode down the moutain with only one think in his head - to do his designed duty without flinching, for Tabitha would be watching, surely.

Gilles took less time to go down the mountain on foot than upwards on horseback. Soon enough, he was at the village's outskirts, reaching a home where a woman stood alone, expetant, hopeful that the foolish night would bring back her children. It was the first, quick death that he delivered in self interest. She was leaning over the fireplace. Her neck was exposed. Gilles had been quick to enlace his fingers around her thin neck and slowly, relishing in her stare of horror, tightened his grip until he hear the audible snap of broken bone.

But that was only the beggining. Taking upon a hatchet, Gilles brough down every hovel's door and, in one bloodthirsty frenzy, cut down it's occupants to ribbons. Teenagers. Women. Men. Elderly. All he mangled under his improvised weapon, few able to resist his skill. At the end of one hour and a half, he was the only living soul in the village.

And there was still one last glint of evil that he should do, in order to appease the Witch. Was it her influence? Was it himself? He did not ask as he claimed every peasant's head to form up a tall pile of unfleshed skulls at the village's center, as tall as himself, every soul that he had claimed in his Lady's name. And without looking back, Gilles took upon a torch, and set fire to every building in the small settlement.

His work was done.

And so, finally, he started to road towards the Black Castle of his Mistress.

 

[DarkSorceress]

As she watched excitement flowed through her body with each scream that was heard. He had been corrupted. His soul was darker and tainted. For the first time in years she felt sexually stimulated. As every man woman and youth was slain, she was satisfied. Blood stained his armour. He would be a perfect General, cold and ruthless like a storm.

But then he did something more. He honoured her by piling the skulls at the side of the village. Flames took the village and she couldn’t help but burst into a short cackle. “Such a good boy…, such a good man.” Her icy voice spoke into his mind. “Return to me, champion.”

 

[LordLuck]

And so he did.

Climbing up the steep cliffside, Gilles took his time to march upon the moutain, not wishing to declare himself completely eager to do her bidding and earn a reward like a trained pet. No. He had throughly done his duty. His reception would be glorious. He felt in the middle of a maelstrom of emotions, some voices censuring him for doing such heinous acts, but louder and stronger ones telling him of how good he had relished in slaughtering them all.

Finally he reached the castle, the iron gates opening again to his stride. He liked that.

 

[DarkSorceress]

Tabitha stood to greet her champion, slowly she approached him. Walking delicately as she watched him; So naïve and full of lust, she enjoyed how weak the race of men were, and soon like this child she was using they would follow her. She stroked his face, lifting his hand to her hips. “Now…, my man.” She kissed his lips, pressing against his armour. She stroked it, looking at the blood that was stained into him. “Remove your armour before I become impatient…”

 

[LordLuck]

He revelled in her touch, her soft yet cold skin like the dark storm's rain. At Tabitha's seductive walk, Gilles smiled, trying to appear confident and powerful enough to be her match. After all, he was her champion and protector. Kissing her back with a great deal of satisfaction, he loved how she had allowed him to touch greedily at her hips, almost grabbing them at his lustful touch.

"At once, my... Mistress."

Slowly withdrawing from the Witch did Gilles started to unlace the binding straps of his armour. Of course, his clothing was at least as bloodied as the fine steel plate. With long, elaborated moves did he unleashed his breastplate, laying it carefuly at the ground, quickly pulling his heavy chainmail away, and taking of his gauntlets with it.

Soon enough, he was unarmoured, completely exposed for his Queen, his Dark Lady.

 

[DarkSorceress]

Her eyes lit up as she saw blood stain him. Immediatley she approached, kissing his blood stain clothes. She kissed down his shirt, savouring the smell of stale blood that came from it. Her hands slowly began to fondle with the buttons, and she removed his shirt. He was quite well toned, but she expected it. Her hands stroked through his hair as she gazed into his corrupted eyes.

 

[LordLuck]

Gilles shuddered as he matched her stare. She was the only thing that he desired. The only thing that he cared about. And she was about to prove herself worthy of his support, of his skill.

He revelled in her kisses, quietly allowing her to strip down his shirt, staring at her deep, cold eyes, where the evil that he now found inviting lurked, rather than the evil that he found disgusting.

 

[DarkSorceress]

“Now, let me see what these knights kept from all those unfortunate women…” She cooed after she removed his shirt, her hands stroked down his chest, and her nails began to scratch him harshly, she didn’t break eye contact . Her fingers stopped right over his waistline. Her fingers pulled at his trousers, and she slowly removed his belt.

As it fell from the floor, she stroked through his trousers at his erection. It was his first time, she wondered what was going through his head. This was the last bit of purity left in him, and soon it would be hers. As her fingers spread to massage the bump in his pants, she dared not blink. Slowly she removed his trousers until he had only the cloth over his erection to save him from her cold touch. She knelt slowly, her fingers still stroking down his concealed erection. Her mouth approached the virgins hardness, and she licked him through the cloth once, careful not to give him too much. She looked up and smiled cruelly as her teeth grazed the bulge gently.

 

[LordLuck]

The knight shivered at her cold touch, and could feel the wickedness into her deep eyes as she throughly mocked his innexperience by teasingly stroked his manhood with a painful, slow motion of her more than capable hands. His erection flared, his skin hot as if magma filled his member up.

Moaning, Gilles closed his eyes as Tabitha knelt before him, at long last. Her touch was almost maddening, and he found himself lucky not to finish himself up right there as she nibbled at his member through the fabric of his undergarment.

"Would... would my Queen allow me at... her bedchamber? Her alcove?"

 

[DarkSorceress]

Tabitha laughed coldly at his whimpering. She stood and smiled, stroking his hardness a few times to torture him. She didn’t move, and she smiled deeply as her body pressed against him. She could feel him pulsing and throbbing already. It had been too long since she had a toy to play with. She turned from him silently, beckoning the virgin to follow her as she walked past him into the dark corridors.

Each candle lit up as she passed one. Slowly she removed her hood for the first time, allowing her blonde hair to breathe. She ascended many stairs, slowly opening her robes. Finally she reached her room, and her tight robes were loose on her body. She licked her lips as she turned to him. Candles ignited the room, and her bed was large and had delicate thin sheets on it. Many symbols of forbidden gods plagued the four walls. She beckoned her champion forward with her finger. “Now,… where were we?”

 

[LordLuck]

"Where my Mistress wishes to be."

He awnsered, admiring her fine, sensual body, as luscious as a fertility goddess. Perhaps she was one of those. Gilles had once heard the tales of the cruel, vindictive and jealous goddess of lust and love from ages past, whose capricious manners spelled the doom of many a sailor.

"If my Queen allows it... may I touch her?"

His hardness was aching wildly, his most primal and savages urges wishing for his Lady and Queen to exact his reward over him for many moons. He witnessed her long, white mane, her features ever more desirable and arousing.

 

[DarkSorceress]

Her hands stroked up her own body. She paused at her breasts as she cupped them, but only briefly. Her eyes were fixed on her Knights as her hands moved up to stroke her neck. She closed her eyes as her neck arched backwards. “Strip me.” She said coldly as she smiled.

 

[LordLuck]

Quietly did Gilles approach Tabitha, eager, his erection flapping in it's undergarment as he finally reached his Queen, his Beloved, and started to do as she ordered. Taking his hands tentativelly towards her tummy, his eyes watching the Witch closely, taking special time to gaze upon her bust. Gilles started to undo the laces that kept her pitch-black clothes tied, and started to take it away, slowly sliding it from her shoulders.