In the Devil's Keeping

[cgraven]

"Thank you Lady Noir but my Master will grant release when he wills, it is not mine to say yes or no."

The Lady Noir smiled as her fingers trailed from Phedre’s cheek. There was a wistful look in those hauntingly beautiful golden eyes as she saw how the young human girl looked at Arawn. Noir was pleased the way Phedre brought her body back under control drawing a calm gracefulness around herself like a cloak. The soft smile that bowed Phedre’s lips was mirrored by one on the Lady Noir’s ruby red lips and in the dark depts of Arawn’s eyes.

“Arawn She is read for her trails you have taught her well.”

The Lady once again turned to the pale beauty.

“And you child have learned well and so have given your master the greatest of complements by your diligent efforts.”

Then there was a deep sadness in the Lady Noir’s eyes.

“All the powers of Hell will temp your body. They will bring you pain and very real pleasure, they will try and have you abandon your trust in your Master with truth. But child know this, though what they say may be true, it will only be half the truth, and a half truth is a lie.”

Noir averted her gaze from Phedre.

“Trust your heart girl, your mind can be to easily deceived.. Now go to your Master I think you have need of him.”

The Lady Noir made a small bow to Phedre, turned and bowed to Arawn her forehead almost touching the floor, and then took her leave.

 

[caela]

“Trust your heart girl, your mind can be to easily deceived.. Now go to your Master I think you have need of him.”

Phedre smiled gently to the woman and watched her take her leave before turning her eyes to Arawn. Slowly her body twisted so that her palms touched the floor, her hips rolling softly to shift to her knees. Keeping her eyes on Arawn she crawled slowly, seductively across the floor with her heart pounding in her chest and her love shining from her eyes. Reaching his feet she pressed close to his leg and tipped her cheek against his thigh. Her body still thrummed with need and yet that small contact was enough to make her content.

Tipping shimmering violet eyes up to him her voice reached his ears in a soft caress of sounds, "May I please you Master or is there still more to learn this day?"

 

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The was a ferial grace to her as Phedre crawled to him, a wild hunger shown in those violet eyes now almost midnight black with her need, the sway of her hips the way her shoulder arched, her body undulating as she came. Again Phedre was the jaguar, wild free and beautiful in her pent up yearning. the feel of her soft cheek on his thigh, her wildly disarrayed raven tresses half hid her angelic face, inflamed Arawn’s passion for her, his need now almost as great as hers.


Tipping shimmering violet eyes up to him her voice reached his ears in a soft caress of sounds,

"May I please you Master or is there still more to learn this day?"

“Yes there are more lessons girl.”

Arawn’s voice was stern yet he could not hid the passion and need in his own eyes.

“But they can wait Phedre you may please me.”

His voice now a soft seductive call to his lover.

 

[caela]

“But they can wait Phedre you may please me.”

A low purring filled her throat at his words and she shifted just slightly to rest before him on her knees. Reaching up she grinned impishly and called on the magic he'd been teaching her to make his shirt melt away under the drag of her nails to his chest. Kneeling high she pressed close against him, her fingers caressing his stomach and chest as she leaned close and with a feral growling used her teeth to open his pants.

Sliding her nails down to his hips she hooked them into the waist of his pants and slowly tugged them down over his hips and thighs until his cock sprang free before her. Leaning in close her tongue snuck out to trace small teasing patterns on the rigid flesh before her, delighting in the taste and feel of him on her tongue. Reaching the head she purred once more as her lips closed around it and her tongue swirled in small spirals from the outer edge to the tip and back out again.

Her hunger for him quivered in every line of her body and yet she forced herself to remain calm and focused...every cell of her body intent on his pleasure.

 

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That impish grin of hers thrilled Arawn for he knew that Phedre was planning something new something exciting. The impish young beauties fingers began to move nimbly slowly calling the magic, shaping it, flowing with it as Arawn had taught her. Phedre’s wrist slowly rotated and his shirt was gone. It was a simple act but it pleased Arawn so and that pleasured showed on his face.

There was a low husky rumbling in Phedre’s throat some where lost between a low throbbing purr, and a sensual growl. Her nails racked Arawn’s buttock, thighs, and legs as she sensually striped him. The first touch of her tongue, the teasing little licks the way she hunger for him quivered in every line of her body. Arawn felt her slowly focus wrap herself in a forced calm as she had done with the Lady Noir and then every cell of her body, intent on his pleasure.

There was something in Phedre’s very nature that longed to please, as if her firry spirit tired of being always strong, always in control, and that pure, innocent, firry spirit was both Phedre’s greatest strength and her greatest weakness. Yet at that moment Arawn was not thinking of how he must train her but on the pleasure her mouth was giving him, her maddeningly seductive tongue, the way her lips so moist and firm “O” ed around his cock, the way she took him ever deeper into her mouth and throat.

Arawn sighed, moan, and groaned his pleasure as Phedre’s raven haired head bobbed up and down on his cock in a sensually seductive rhythm. His fingers entwined in her dark silken mane, encouraging her to ever greater heights. A low heart wrench moan of pleasure filled the Mage as his pleasure in Phedre filled her mouth and throat.

Arawn, heart was racing as he climaxed, his breathing shallow and ragged, as he gasped .

“You please me so Phedre.”

Slowly as he slipped from her clinging lips Arawn eased Phedre to the floor of the training room.

“I do believe young Lady you have some needs that also have to be met."

As an impish smile spread of his own met the young beauty's soft violet eyes.

 

[caela]

As an impish smile spread of his own met the young beauty's soft violet eyes.

She met his grin with her own and her tongue darted out across her lips, a soft sound of pleasure in her throat at still being able to taste him there. "I suppose I do now that you mention it Master."

Laughing softly her arms opened to him and she drew him close to her, her body trembling on the floor beneath him. "Do you propose to satisfy those needs love?" The grin on his face told her he did but it also told her he might take pleasure in tormenting her a bit first as well.

 

[cgraven]

"Do you propose to satisfy those needs love?" The grin on his face told her he did but it also told her he might take pleasure in tormenting her a bit first as well.

There was a wicked smile on Arawn’s face as his nimble fingers began to move. He kenw that Phedre’s young body was already was already highly aroused by her encounter with the Lady Noir so that there was no need to excite her further, and he had said “Yes there are more lessons girl.”

The ribbons of magic began to curl around her sliding over her silken skin, Phedre’s arms where drawn back behind her and bound tightly together by supple but unyielding bands of leather, her ankles where drawn apart and bound to a bar, soft leather cuffs encircled her wrist, her back arched back wards till her firm breast stood proudly on her chest. A leather collar as back as nigh formed around her long slender neck and bowed back with a lead attached to her wrists. Phedre knelt at Arawn’s feet totally open to him. He saw the flash of fear in her soft violet eyes and his silently whispered, Trust me Love

A cat-of-nine-tails formed in his hand, he draped it over Phedre’s shoulder and then dragged it sensually over her flesh. The tails tumbled from her shoulders, slither down across her up raised breasts and nipples as if they where alive intimately caressing her feverous flesh. With a flick of his wrist those sensual fingers of the cat danced across Phedre’s breasts. Another flick and they seductively curved around her torso to give their leather caress to her flat well toned abdomen. Each flick of Arawn’s wrists brought a new more intimate caress of the cats tails.

Slowly as her Phedre responded to the caress of the cat’s tails a low moan escaping her moist lips. She felt their sharp kiss. Arawn rained down sensual caresses and sharp seductive kiss from the cat over Phedre’s thighs and pussy.

 

[caela]

Phedre gasped softly as his magic slide along her skin and she felt it binding her body as he wished her. She couldn't stop the whimper that filled her throat or the small flash of fear in her eyes but his whispered words in her mind calmed her easily and she relaxed into her bonds.

Looking up to him her eyes widened at the sight of the cat in his hands and her entire body shuddered as it's leather tails dragged down her body. As it caress and kissed her flesh she whimpered and her body began to writhe under it. The pain of it's kiss mingling with the pleasure already burning in her body and making her arch and open to the tails as they sought her flesh.

She was surprised when a low cry filled the air and her flesh quivered with pleasure as release suddenly crashed through her body under the kiss of the lash. Her eyes wide and startled locking up to Arawn's as if to ask how such a thing was possible even as she bucked and rode out her pleasure.

 

[cgraven]

Her eyes wide and startled locking up to Arawn's as if to ask how such a thing was possible even as she bucked and rode out her pleasure. But even as her violet eyes asked the question the sensual seductive assault on her supple body withering on the crest of her orgasm continue. The cat’s cresses came faster, their kisses more stinging, more demanding as pain and pleasure rocketed through her aroused body mingling into one thunderous wave of dark forbidden pleasure.


Arawn’s eyes where dark and loving as Phedre body withered and bucked under the cat. Crimson stripes against pale silken skin, violet eyes shining with trust, and glazed in passion. Sharp gasps of pain intermingled husky moans of passion till the whole swirling, contradictory sensation, that played across and with in Phedre’s innocent body again broke in a blinding flash of ecstasy.

Suddenly Phedre was free, her forehead pressed to the floor Arawn behind her he spread her ivory thighs wide, his cock grated across her nectar soaked pussy, teasing and tormenting her. He spread the firm cheeks of Phedre ‘s ass the tip of his cock pressing against her tight rosebud.. Arawn’s hands encircled her waist and Pulled Phedre back on to him. Her whole body tighten as he popped through her tight neither ring. Even in his raging passion the Mage stilled letting his Lover adjust to him. Slowly he rocked his hips inching deeper into her.

 

[caela]

Arawn’s hands encircled her waist and Pulled Phedre back on to him. Her whole body tighten as he popped through her tight neither ring. Even in his raging passion the Mage stilled letting his Lover adjust to him. Slowly he rocked his hips inching deeper into her.

Phedre'd barely felt her bonds dissolve before she felt Arawn pulling her back to him. Just as she was about to twist in his arms she felt his cock press against and than past that tight ring and a startled gasp parted her lips. What was he doing there?! He couldn't possibly mean to do what she thought he did!

When she felt him rocking deeper into her body she realized he did indeed mean to do exactly what she thought he did and that she also found it strangely pleasurable. Granted it hurt some, she'd never been stretched this way before and her body rebelled by throbbing in pain around him but at the same time the feel of his cock sliding along so very many nerve ending send waves of pleasure running through her body as well.

As she adjusted to the feel of him her pleasure grew and getly her body reached forward, arms stretching forth while nails clawed at the floor before her and small growlings filled her throat, "Sweet gods! I'd never imagined!"

 

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As she adjusted to the feel of him her pleasure grew and gently her body reached forward, arms stretching forth while nails clawed at the floor before her and small growlings filled her throat, "Sweet gods! I'd never imagined!"


“Imagine what my love, that pain can become pleasure, and that the forbidden and please and excite?”

He did not give her a chance to answer, with her body stretched forward like a naughty kitten, Arawn worked deeper into her firm ass, then drew back till only the head of his coke remained nestled in her dark buttery ass. Slowly step by step Arawn stretched the stunning young beauty’s tight ass. As she opened to him Arawn’s tempo increased till he was buried deep inside his love. Faster and faster he plunged in to her his sac slapping her puffy labia. He stretched his body out over Phedre's, his hands cupping her breasts his nails racking across her nipples.

Arawn gauged his love, met her building passions, he pushed her further till her body could take no more and then he climaxed his cum filling her. His Hands slid down the seductive curve of her torso as he began to rise, then a long sensual lick from the divot at the base of Phedre's spine up the long sinuous column of her spine ending in a sensual kiss to the nape of her neck.

Arawn half rolled, drawing the girl to him. They lay there spooned his body close to hers his hands cupping her breasts while still buried deep with in his love.


“ I trust your needs have been met my Love.”

He softly teased her.

 

[caela]

Arawn gauged his love, met her building passions, he pushed her further till her body could take no more and then he climaxed his cum filling her. His Hands slid down the seductive curve of her torso as he began to rise, then a long sensual lick from the divot at the base of Phedre's spine up the long sinuous column of her spine ending in a sensual kiss to the nape of her neck.

She whimpered and writhed under him, her own passions building higher with each stroke of his cock deeper into that tight passage. When she felt his own shuddering climax and the heat of his pleasure bursting into her she cried out and her own pleasure took her once more, the trail of his tongue up her back only drawing out that pleasure and making her purr like a kitten.

Spent and fully sated for the moment she collapsed to the floor only to have him draw her close and roll to his side with her. With the feel of his palms cupping her breasts and his cock still impaling her body a sense of contentment filled her and she thought she'd happily have stayed just like this for the rest of eternity.

“ I trust your needs have been met my Love.”

A soft laugh escaped her at his question and she nodded her head against his shoulder. "Ohhhhhh yes Master, and very very well."

 

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A soft laugh escaped her at his question and she nodded her head against his shoulder. "Ohhhhhh yes Master, and very very well."

Arawn smiled as she laughed and her satisfied purr filled his heart as she snuggled closer. He held the frail young beauty, the woman he had come to love. The scent of her, the feel of her body against his, the way she mover with a sinuous grace of the jaguar.

“Phedre am glad.”

The moment was passed and Arawn knew that it was time.

“Phedre your trials will begin tomorrow, I can summon a demon to torment you, or place you in the first level of hell.”


The choice would be hers, to submit to a creature summoned by Arawn or to face what hell chose to torment her with..

 

[caela]

The choice would be hers, to submit to a creature summoned by Arawn or to face what hell chose to torment her with.

Phedre curled closer to him, a shiver of fear running through her body at the thought of her trials. Part of her wanted to beg off, to simply say no but she knew that was her fear talking and she pushed that voice away. To have a demon summoned or to walk through hell? Neither was a choice she liked and she couldn't help wishing there was some other way and yet she knew there wasn't. If she stayed and allowed Arawn to call a demon something in her heart told her she'd fail. She'd draw strength from him at first but in the end it would be too easy to call to him, to beg him to make it stop.

If she was to learn to trust the abilities he'd taught her she'd have to walk through hell. There at least she wouldn't feel it so easy to quit and the familiarity of the tower wouldn't make her soft. She didn't know when she'd come to think of the tower as home but she had and that too would make her too comfortable during her trials.

Drawing a slow breath and turning her head to look back at Arawn she kissed his cheek tenderly before murmuring softly, "The first level of hell. If I'm to trust myself I may as well face what hell itself will throw at me."

 

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Drawing a slow breath and turning her head to look back at Arawn she kissed his cheek tenderly before murmuring softly, "The first level of hell. If I'm to trust myself I may as well face what hell itself will throw at me."

He had felt the fear in her, how her body tightened, he could taste the unspoken doubt, her momentary hesitation. Arawn feared that she might chose the safer , the easier path, his summoning of her tormentor. Then he felt the pure flare of her spirit, it shown strong, and he saw his love take strength from it.

“Tomorrow then you shall go to the first level of hell Phedre.”

Gone was her lover Arawn, now her Master and mentor spoke.

“They will be able to touch your body, torment it, enter it and use you as they please, and yet that will not be the worst of it Phedre.”

He paused drawing a breath to steady himself, for he knew he must steal himself against his lover for her.

“They will search for any weakness in your spirit any trace of false pride Phedre. They will call forth dark passions in order for you to reject them or surrender in despair. Yet if you can no embrace the darker side of your nature, turn their torment to pleasure you will fail Phedre.”

He let his words wrap around her mind, to enfold her heart.

“Only by submitting to those dark passions, knowing them Phedre can you succeed.”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek, his heart nearly breaking for what she must endure.

 

[caela]

“Only by submitting to those dark passions, knowing them Phedre can you succeed.”

She shivered slightly in his arms and then smiled at the feel of his kiss against her cheek. Her head slowly nodding in acknowledgment. She was afraid but she let her fear roll over and through her until she passed it and centered herself in that quiet place in her mind that was ruled only by peace and acceptance.

"Than I will submit to them as I do to you Master."

As afraid as she was she had to admit to an odd detached sort of curiosity as well. She could still remember the demons from her first night here and she wondered what they would do to her now that they could use her fully. She also remembered the pleasure they'd given her despite her revulsion that night and thought that if she could remember that she would manage.

"But for tonight I am yours still Love."

 

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"Than I will submit to them as I do to you Master."

Arawn felt her calm serenity slowly enfold his young lover like armor. He also felt her heart begin to race as a shy blush enveloped her from head to toe. He was tempted to steal into Phedre’s mind to see what caused that blush and yet he knew how she hated having him touch her mind unless it was part of her training or she could not find the words to express her questions or feeling on some obscure point of magic. He let the moment’s temptation pass. She had come to trust him, had placed her soul in his keeping, and had given her heart to him as well in their love.

“They will on that level not be able to touch your mind Phedre, only your body.”

"But for tonight I am yours still Love?"

“Yes Phedre for tonight you are still mine My Love.”

Arawn pressed a kiss to the bowed nape of her neck drawing her even closer in his loving embrace.

“For tonight and until the end of time if that is your desire My Love.”


He lay there with her on the training room floor until the afternoon light faded to early evening, then he gathered her into his arms and brought her to his bed.

“Take your pleasure from me my love and please me as you wish for this night is yours Love, my gift to you.”

 

[caela]

“Take your pleasure from me my love and please me as you wish for this night is yours Love, my gift to you.”

She looked up to him, a slow smile curving her lips as she reached out to him with her mind for the first time. She'd always hated the invasion of privacy she felt when he touched her mind and she she skirted just at the edge of his own as if knocking quietly while her arms drew him down to her so that she could catch his lips in a tender kiss. "Hold me please love, and for tonight let there be no walls, no privacy between us."

As she spoke her mind continued to reach to his but it opened as well to draw him in. She showed him her love and passion for him, the trust she'd come to place in him and the simple joy she felt in his arms. For the first time she didn't try to hide any part of herself from him but opened herself fully to him, mind, heart and body all laid bare.

 

[cgraven]

For the first time she didn't try to hide any part of herself from him but opened herself fully to him, mind, heart and body all laid bare.

The gentle touch of her mind on his, the way she hovered at the edge of his shyly as if asking permission. Arawn let her touch deepen and it moved the mage deeply, as he too allowed the young Novice in to his mind laying bare not only the man she knew but also the innocent child of light he had once been. He held nothing back as his mind and body joined Phedre’s in complete union. There where dark, twisted parts to him, he let her see the joy that raced through him as he had used the cat on her supple body, the trill of seeing her quiver in her ecstasy as it’s sharp kisses, and seductive caresses claimed her, The way her own arousal had glistened on her inner thighs as Phedre had screamed in the embrace of that dark passion. Those dark visions shifted twisted and shimmered as again she was stripped by the fiend from hell on that first day. Slowly the visions with in his mind changed, the pale moon lit alter, Phedre supple body stretched out and open to him the moment before he took her virginity, bond there by her word, her long legs then drawing him into her, holding him their in her first flush of passion. All that they had been to each other their for her to see. Then the frightening beauty of Lady Noir, her shimmering golden eyes looking down at Phedre, her intimate touch.

Slowly he came to Phedre his passion for her all consuming as his mouth claimed her with all the dark passion he had shown her and all the tender love for the young beauty that filled his heart.

 

[caela]

Slowly he came to Phedre his passion for her all consuming as his mouth claimed her with all the dark passion he had shown her and all the tender love for the young beauty that filled his heart.

Phedre moved under him without even realizing it. Her body answering the call of his own while her mind went deeper into his own. She saw the darkness in his past and the child he'd been before it and her heart broke for him. So much pain! Her lips caught his in a kiss so sweet and tender it was almost painful to them both while she continued to search his mind and reveled in the man he had become despite all he'd been put through. She was amazed that after it all he could still love and yet she felt his heart beating her name and knew he did.

There wasn't much in her own mind that he didn't already know, her life had been no more than an eye's blink in time compared to his but still it was laid open for him. Growing up pampered but always restrained as the heir to her father's throne, her fear when the dragon had swept from the sky for her, her initial desperate anger when she'd been dropped here. She showed him too the slow changed that had happened in her as she'd learn to love and trust him, her lessons so hard but satisfying in their own way and always his touch to sooth her when she thought it was too hard and to bring her back to her focus.

And in it all love, like bright beacon calling to him her absolute love that bound her to him more than any oath she could give. He gaurded her soul and she had no intention of asking for it back. As the night waned she loved him slowly and tenderly until they both fell into a calm blissful sleep with her curled trustingly against his chest, her heart beating in time with his own.

 

[cgraven]

Her mind bared to him, nothing held back, he saw the vibrant young girl longing to be free, to fly, to soar, to enjoy the simple joys of life and always the King, her father, there dragging her back, denying her freedom, yoking her to her duty as heir to the thrown. In a flash the span of her life had been reveled, to her lover, and all that remained was her love like a bright beacon calling to him, her absolute love that bound her to him more than any oath she could give.

Arawn returned her sweet tender love in turn giving himself totally to her as the night waned .

Morning dawned the sky dark and angry as if to reflect the turmoil in the Mage’s soul for what laid ahead for his love this day. Then it clamed as he saw Phedre sleeping there curled to his body in peaceful bliss. His sweet kiss drew her form the embrace of that blissful sleep to the reality of the day.

The mage fed his young novice from his finger tips, savored the sensual touch of her lips and tongue. He smiled at her as she put on her short white robe, again the virgin sacrifice for humanity. Arawn became the master again.

“Are you ready girl?”

All that remained was for Phedre to give her consent.

Her reality shifted as she saw her master and the tower fade from her sight, the joyous screams of Hell assaulted her ears, their toy restored to them. Again the beautiful young novice stood in that nightmare landscape that in itself assaulted the senses. Phedre stood utterly alone only her firry pure spirit and what Arawn had taught her, to see her through this first test.

The scraping of claws heralded the approach of her tormentor. It unfurled its leathery wings, the massive chest reveled. Its head was horned that swept back almost gracefully. His hands dragged the ground, forearms spiked, its hands had four long almost delicate talon fingers, the demons waist wasp thin, its thighs heavily muscled, as was the rest of its body. Its legs spurred like some fearsome bird of pry and his body armored in a thick hide with out flesh or scales. Silted snake eyes looked down on the young beauty as he towered over her, it wore no clothing and where its cock should be was a long armored appendage.

The demons eyes gleamed as it caressed Phedre’s cheek with its delicate talon fingers.

“So pretty!

It hissed, the serpentine tongue flicking out to sample the air, to sample Phedre’s scent before it danced over the silken flesh of her slender neck lewdly licking her.

"So innocent!"

Orcus, prince of the undead, savored the taste of Phedre’s innocence. This time the young beauty did not have her virginity to protect her, this tine her young body could be violated and taken by the demon.

The Prince of the Undead sensually striped her of her robe, baring her delicate body to his unholy gaze.

“Don’t be shy Princess Phedre there should be no secrets between royalty for I am Orcus Prince of the Undead and I shall take you as my lover.”

 

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Phedres drew her breath as her reality faded and she was once more in the tortured landscape that she knew was the first level of hell. The screams of the demons at having her returned to them sent a shiver of dread running through her body and it took all of her control not to scream out then for Arawn to come for her, that it was too much. Closing her eyes she drew a slow deep breath to calm and center herself before opening them once more. The beasts were happy to have her returned which meant that they saw some value in her and wouldn't kill her though she had no doubts that she would be put to harder use and abuses than her mind could yet imagine.

Hearing the scraping that heralded the approach of one of the demons she turned to look and saw him and felt a shuddering of fear once more. She met it's gaze bravely though and as it's firey red eyes roamed over her body she came to a startling realization... it's very grotesquness, was so utterly perfect, so well formed as the perfect hunter, as to have a startling beauty all its own.

She watched almost detached as it stripped her of her robe and when it spoke his voice grated on her senses. “Don’t be shy Princess Phedre there should be no secrets between royalty for I am Orcus Prince of the Undead and I shall take you as my lover.”

"Your lover Orcus? Can a demon comprehend the meaning of that word? Or does he know only lust? I am no longer a Princess but a slave, sold by the trechery of my sister but you know this Orcus. I am here, let there be no pretenses between us."

Where the courage or her perfect calm came from she couldn't guess but as she spoke she held her hand out to the demon before her, offering it to him.

 

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“I am here, let there be no pretenses between us."

Orcus looked at the human’s beauty’s offered hand, with distain. She had denied who she had been, a flicker of pride had stolen into her spirit and Orcus saw it. She had made a mistake Arawn had warned her against pride.

“No longer a Princess You say, but a slave?”

With a leisurely sinuous grace a taloned finger, sensually uncurls, its tip sharp as any razor. His lust gleams in those red serpentine eyes, the back of the talon sliding down Phedre’s slender neck to her firm breast, the tip flick at her nipple and a crimson drop of ruby blood trickles down the curve of her breasts leaving fire in its wake.

“A slave is a play toy for amusement.”

A voice soft as a serpent’s hiss, his eyes mesmerizing, like the serpent that holds its victim frozen its stare, so enchanting, so deadly. Zombies came as he spoke their rotting flesh grasping at the young girl’s silken living flesh. They bond her spread eagled her hoisting her in to the air a trophy for their lord’s amusement, their hands fondling Phedre’s intimately till their task was completed.

 

[caela]

...the back of the talon sliding down Phedre’s slender neck to her firm breast, the tip flick at her nipple and a crimson drop of ruby blood trickles down the curve of her breasts leaving fire in its wake

Phedre gasped softly seeing the drop of blood on her breast before she felt the shock of pain that shivered along her flesh. She couldn't help but watch the red droplet slide down the curve of her breast to fall against the pale flesh of her stomach leaving a thin red line in sharp releif against ivory skin. It startled and drew her in a way that she didn't quite understand.

“A slave is a play toy for amusement.”

Violet eyes flashed wide at his words and she realized suddenly what her mistake had been. As the zombies came forward to do Orcus will she remaind soft and pliant. Fighting would gain her nothing and would only leave her tired and weak. She watched as they bound her for Orcus and had to fight down the urge to vomit as they're hands fondled here. Where she could see an strange beauty in the perfection of Orcus terrifying form there was nothing in these creatures that drew her and their merest touch made her cringe.

Soon enough she bound and they receeded however and her eyes caught once more on the demons. Those dark firey depths seeming to draw her, trying to enthrall her. She felt the same pull as when she had looked into Lady Noirs eyes and felt a bursting of warmth spread through her body at the comparison. It took all of her strength but just as she'd drawn her gaze from Lady Noir so to did she pull her eyes from Orcus gaze to seek that place of calm within herself.

"How will it amuse you to play with this one time Princess Orcus?"

 

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Orcus watched her soft violet eyes grow wide, he saw the passion reflected in them, a dark passion that played at the edges of their beauty, a dark passion coming softly stacking. The flare of her spirit so bright and as pure as she fought to draw her eyes from his.

Orcus hiss in raged Phedre’s words lost in his howl, those deadly, sinuous, talons rippling as he flexed his fingers. Wit all his furious rage Orcus lashed out at the young beauty’s body, the talons ripping at her flesh, caressing her breast, thighs and pussy, with their touch. Thousands of small cut marred her pale skin each forming but a single ruby drop, each cut filled with living fire, yet none that would scare. Orcus watched as Phedre’s body strained against her bounds.

His assault seemed to go on for ever for the fiend could smell the sweet sense of arousal. The long armored appendage. Began to rise as the young beauty danced to his caress.