In the Devil's Keeping

[caela]

“Remove them Girl you shall have nothing of your world.”

She nodded slowly as she stepped back to give herself room. Slowly she sank down, her fingertips trailing over the leather that encased her calves before slowly peeling the leather away from her flesh and tossing it to the side. Her eyes never left his while her hips continued to undulate and her breasts quivered with the deep breaths she tried to draw into her lungs.

Only when both boots were removed did she step forward once more, her soft curves pressing against his for a moment before her lips curved into a slow smile and she sank down before him. As the last strains of the music he'd summoned died away she felt her knees touching the ground and her head bowed before him.

 

[cgraven]

Her soft curves pressing against his for a moment before her lips curved into a slow smile and she sank down before him. As the last strains of the music he'd summoned died away she felt her knees touching the ground and her head bowed before him.

The Demons glowing eyes held the young human beauty in their unblinking stare. The phallic heads hissed with anticipation to have her once again and this time there would be no barrier to deny them entry of all the charms of her sweet body. They did not rusher as on their first encounter but slowly crawled to her slithering over, but rather they sensually caressed the prostrated beauty. Some twined around her delicate wrests, other ensnared her trim ankles. They lifted Orinda’s athletic body into the air stretched her more curly than any rack could till she was open to the demons pleasures, helpless and vulnerable. Hundreds of forked tongues flicked and danced over her supple silken skin. Their sinuous bodies slithering over her, caressing her intimately, their sharp fangs, nipping at her flesh suckling her nipples to hard pebbles before sinking their fangs into her aroused tender nipples. One pushed its way pass her moist outer lips to latch on to her clit and other slithered pass it to worm its way deep into her hot moist cunt and torment the young beauty’s sweet spot, it began to pulsate and swell till it filled Orinda’s cunt like no lover ever had, demon or human. Her dark violet eyes beheld the demons male organ which pulsed and grew to frighteningly horrendous proportions.

The assault on Orinda’s chaste body and mind was unrelenting as a tentacle snaked between her firm breasts, to push at her full ripe lips. While two fought to claim her tight ass.

 

[caela]

Her own violet gaze held the demon's as his tentacles began their assault on her tender flesh. A deep shuddering of fear pulsed through her as they began to wrap around her and lift her into the air but was quickly pushed aside in wonder. They looked so fragile and yet their grip around her wrists and ankles was strong and unyeilding. She'd thought they'd feel scaly or slimy on her flesh and was again surprised to find that they instead felt as warm and soft as her own skin; there were just so many of them!

She felt the tounges as they begian to flick out against her flesh and the sharp nips against her skin. She could small trickles of warmth down her skin and knew those fangs had drawn blood but all she could do was moan softly and writhe in their grip. Her body felt like it was one fire! When she felt the sting of fangs sinking in around her tender nipples a sharp cry filled the air around them and she bucked in the grip that held her.

The feel of lips on her clit while another tentecle slid into her body made her shudder and her hips rolled up in an offering of her body to the pleasure that swept through her while the inner walls of her pussy clenched down on the head that was teasing that sweet spot against her front wall. Writhing where she hung she could feel her ring tugging and only sending more sensations rushing through her body.

She could still feel the demon's touch on her mind and when she would have whimpered at it she felt the head of another tentacle at her lips and groaned as it forced it's way past them. Given no other choice she suckled on the phallic head of the tentacle just as she would on Arawn's cock. Hungrily her tongue licked across it and her lips only tightened all the more.

Feeling first one than another tentacle press to her ass and then push each other away she gasped around the one in her mouth and her body shuddered hard as release flooded through her in a climax so hard that she would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been impaled. Going limp her eyes moved over the demon before her and she couldn't help wondering what else was in store for her before the night was done.

 

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Seth Smiled down into those dark violet eyes, he felt the dark passions rising in the impaled beauty, her full ripe lips lewdly “O”ed around the tentacle that now began to rape her moth and throat, even as her youthful body violently thrashed and withered as Orinda was engulfed by her climax, her muffled scream of passion thrilled him.

The tentacle that tormented her g-spot now began to swell in her hot grasping cunt, its head rubbing her cervix as it entered her womb. As Orinda’s body quaked in dark pleasure, the fanged mouth that suckled her clit sank its needle sharp fangs in to her throbbing love pearl, its body thrashing, twisting, flailing at her clit ring. The two tentacles that lay slithering in the crevices of her firm ass now pressed into her dark rose alternating their trust borrowing deep inside her tight little ass. The tentacles denied the taste of her sweet charms began to wither and flailing her in furry, lashing every exposed inch of Orinda’s body. The tentacle that was relentlessly fucking her cunt slowly began to retreat excreting and ooze that made her hot moist pussy as tight as it was the night Arawn had taken her virginity, and yet leavening her burning with need and forbidden desire.

Suddenly with a hissing howl, the tormenting, pleasing, withering, and flaying tentacles left Orinda’s aroused body empty and the memory of their obscene assault her only comfort. Only those that bound her slender wrist and ankles remained. With a maddening slow precession they began to lower the young beauty on to the tip of the demons cock that now had grown as large and as thick as her forearm. Seth savored Orinda’s fear as the tip of his deformed cock pressed hard against the outer lips of her naked pussy. The tentacles drawing the helpless beauty to him as his cock cruelly impaled her.

 

[caela]

Suddenly with a hissing howl, the tormenting, pleasing, withering, and flaying tentacles left Orinda’s aroused body empty and the memory of their obscene assault her only comfort. Only those that bound her slender wrist and ankles remained.

Gasping is surprise the sound falls to a low groan at the intense feeling of emptiness in her body as all the tentacles but those holding her withdraw. Her body struggled in her bonds aching to draw them back to her, her body bruised and bleeding from the bite of fangs trying to inch closer to the demon holding her captive.

Seeing him draw her closer her eyes locked on his enormous cock and a low whimpering filled her throat as fear filled her gaze. Struggling again she tries to pull away to no avail until she feels his cock pressing threateningly against the opening of her pussy. Closing her eyes her mind sank within itself to that place where always before she had found peace, tonight she found that place engulfed in flames. The flames of her passions burned even in this small corner of her mind that had always been hers alone and she cried out softly while her hips rolled and pressed down onto the cock pushing into her.

 

[cgraven]

Seth felt the helplessness of his young captive as her mind searching of solace and peace found none, found only a burning forbidden desire and passion that filled her every fiber,. He could taste her fear her desperation even as her young hips rolled and pressed down onto the cock pushing into her. A soft forlorn cry escaping her parched lips.

Relentlessly his gigantic cock stretched Orinda’s tight soft pussy as he drover her down on his cock. It drove into her cunt, then her body was lifted again only to be driven down till the tip of his cock nudged the top of her womb. He took the hapless young acolyte. Filled her as no human lover or demon had before.

“Your so sweet so fertile child submit to me and bare my child.”

He saw the visions of the great dragons on wing and the young beauty soaring with them.

“Submit and all the great winged creatures will be yours to command.”

Seth reveled in the dark passion that engulfed Orinda, his soft voice tempting her to submit to have all she desired with out the pain of her training. All she had top do was become Seth’s consort and bare his child and all would be hers.

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All Arawn could do was watch as the demon pleased and tempted his love. He prayed that Orinda remember that she did not have to submit but just turn the pain to pleasure. He could feel the anguish in her soul that he held in his heart with his love for her.

 

[caela]

Seth reveled in the dark passion that engulfed Orinda, his soft voice tempting her to submit to have all she desired with out the pain of her training. All she had top do was become Seth’s consort and bare his child and all would be hers.

Orinda looked into Seth's eyes and for a single moment she was tempted to give in to his desire. In the back of her mind though she heard her father's voice from one her many lectures on how to act and think as a queen...

"If someone offers you something and it seems to be too easy than in all likelyhood it is my dear. There is no true gain without some form of payment or pain. No skill learned or given without the training to Master it."

Staring deep into Seth's eyes she screamed out her pleasure even as she felt deep within her own body and barred his ability to lay seed within her womb. She would not bear his child. She would submit to his pleasure and allow it to feed her own to turn the pain he caused into pleasure in her blood but she wouldn't give herself so utterly to him.

Arawn's face swam before her eyes and she reached out with her mind to whisper to his, I love you Arawn.

"No Seth. I will not bear your child. If I am to fly with dragons I will know how to control them through skill and training, not through an easy path that will only devour my soul."

 

[cgraven]

Seth howl filled her ears his impalement as his seed filed her virgin womb scaling her, the pain was like nothing the young acolyte had ever experienced in her young life. For the next three days Seth used her body and tempted her fragile spirit he used all her fears to torment her and always the calm voice tempting her.

“Have not you paid a high enough price child…………Only a fool suffers needlessly?”

At times Seth would brutally rape Orinda. At other times he was the most tender and seductive of lovers, but always he tempted the young beauty to submit. It seemed that Orinda’s torment and trial would never end. Arawn did not come to her. She was utterly alone and abandoned except for what he had taught. Her fate lay with in her own hands and no others.

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Arawn knelt in the chapel kept watch and prayed to the moon goddess to give his love strength and wisdom. The lady Noir kept watch by his side.

 

[caela]

“Have not you paid a high enough price child…………Only a fool suffers needlessly?”

His words spund through her mind as the days passed and still she was left to the demons torments of her body. Even in his most brutal rapes she found some pleasure thanks to her dark desires and when he delved into her mind to use her own fears against her she learned the truth about fear itself. A fear in itself has no power unless the one who fears it gives it strength. Her fears were in her mind and no matter how often Seth showed them to her he couldn't make them real and soon they had no power over her to make her quiver or wail. Some she still feared but they became such a visceral part of who she was that they could no longer draw a reaction from her and at last she simply laughed in his faced.

It was after she laughed at him that he raped her the most brutally. When he was done he left her sobbing and shivering on the ground. Her body was covered in bruises and blood where his tentacles had beaten and bitten her flesh and every muscle in her body ached. And yet somewhere during it she'd found her own pleasure and release.

Left alone and weaping her mind reached out, but this time it didn't reach out to Arawn. She felt a pull at the edges of her conciousness and simply followed the line outward with her own mind. Where it led her shocked her. There at the end of the touch that had called to her in the depths of hell was a drake! and what she felt from him startled her almost as much as the touch to her mind had. Curiosity and love. For a moment she reveled in that love before he pushed her mind back toward her body with a silent message etched into her heart, Be strong, finish your training and when the time is right Arawn will show you how to call me to you.

Letting her mind sink into her body once more everything around her went black and for the first time in three days she truly slept.

 

[cgraven]

Orinda’s frail bruised and abused body lay on the marble alter, bathed in the pale light of the rising moon. Her soft silken flesh torn, the marks of the fangs that had tormented her, called to her darkest passions clearly visible. She was broken and though she slept her body was wracked in pain. Her soft voice moaning as she relived the horrors of the last month that she had spent in hell as the play toy of the demon Seth.

Arawn gently lifted Orinda’s prostrated form from the alter, cradled her again in his arms his tears trickling down his cheeks to bathe his loves torn body. The Lady Noir silently watch her on silent tears shed as she watched the mage’s loving care for the young human girl. She more then any of them understood the sorrow and heart break to come not only for the young girl, but for Arawn, the unnamed one, and for herself as well.

For three days Orinda slept fitfully her mind troubled her spirit wounded, what demonic horrors haunted her Arawn could only imagine. He bathed and anointed her body twice a day, changed the dressing on her wounds and kept watch over her. He was never more than two steps from Orinda’s side. On the fourth day she slept peacefully and the Mage finally let himself rest.

It took three more weeks before Orinda could stir from his bed. Still at night she would wake scream and sobbing and Arawn was always there to cradle her in the security of his arms, till she again fell in to a fitful sleep till her young spirit clamed. The morning Orinda woke for real he was there his eyes shining down into the clear cool violet depths of his love’s eyes.

“Morning sleepy head, how do you feel?”

Arawn’s voice was light and teasing despite the dark circles under his eyes, a testament of his long sleepless vigil.

 

[caela]

“Morning sleepy head, how do you feel?”

"Like I've been to Hell and back," she replied with a soft chuckle as she began to take a mental inventory of her body.

She'd obviously been out of it for quite some time because only the adsolute worst of her wounds still had any bandages and the ache in her muscled was from disuse not the abuse she'd had at Seth's hands. She still felt terribly weak and tired and the circles under Arawn's eyes made her heart break for him. It was obvious he'd personally tended her and hardly slept himself.

Reaching out to him with her mind she murmured her thanks for his care into his mind and let her own ask her questions: how long had she been back, how long had she been gone, had she really touched a drake while down in the pit, and what happened now? Her body itself simply curled closer in toward him and while she felt the stir of her ring against her clit as she moved for the first time she didn't feel an answering call of pleasure or need. It was as if all her physical passion had been spent and while she healed she suspected her passions would remain dormant.

Expanding her mind to feel the familiarity of the tower she smiled slightly when she sensed the Lady Noir. It lifted her heart to know that Arawn hadn't suffered alone while she'd been gone because she had no doubt that he had watched her torment and knew all of it. She knew if she needed to talk about it he would let her but that if she didn't want to he already knew what had transpired and that knowledge was freeing in itself. There would be no need to tell him the worst of it and relive the nightmare of it all anymore than her sleeping mind already made her.

 

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"Like I've been to Hell and back," she replied with a soft chuckle as she began to take a mental inventory

Arawn smiled at her light playful response her laughter warming his heart. Despite all that had befallen her there was still so much of a mischievous child, that never had been allowed to play freely, in the young acolyte’s nature and Orinda’s firry spirit. Yet Arawn could sense the sorrow and the wounds that went deeply into that spirit from her trail at the hands of demon Seth. He could sense the temptation, how very close it had come to succeeding, and the mental anguish of that near failure, deeper than any of the physical abuse that the young beauty had suffered.

Two trails down and one remaining for her and the third would be the worst. The thought came unbidden to Arawn’s mind just as he felt the gentle touch of his lover’s mind. Quickly he banished that thought as a rush of questions spilled forth from her all begging to be answered at once.

How long had she been back, how long had she been gone, had she really touched a drake while down in the pit, and what happened now?

“So impatient my love!”

He drew a breath as she curled her body closer to him, his arms again enfolded her bring security in his embrace.

“You have been back a little over three weeks Orinda, and you where in Hell a month.”

As to the question; had she really been touched by a drake while down in the pit? Arawn stopped to consider it for a long time. It was rare that a drake, or any dragon for that matter would approached her while another spirit was around, never mind demons, and yet it was still possible if the purity of Orinda’s spirit was a strong enough lure to him. He would be an ancient dragon, as old perhaps as The Lady Noir or himself.

“It is possible my love but would be vary rare.”

Arawn longed to put off the time when Orinda would have to fashion her own chamber of dreams, yet as she lay there curled in his arms her supple body pressed so close to his, so inviting he knew that she felt the stir of her ring against her clit as she moved, and for the first time she didn't feel an answering call of pleasure or need. It was as if all her physical passion had been spent and while she healed, she suspected her passions would remain dormant. A solitary tear trickled down the mages cheek for he knew that the time had arrived when his love must leave his bed for her own dream chamber.

“Now you must fashion your own chamber Orinda. So your dragon may come to you in your dreams, and resume your training.”

His heart was breaking even as he spoke, for he knew that for the first time his love passions did not stir at his touch.

“You have one more trial in Hell Orinda and that will be the worst so far, for it will be a test of your spirit and the demons will torment you with half truths. But that lays in the future, but for now rest regain your strength and the piece of mind you will need.”

As Orinda snuggled closer his hand stroked her raven locks, he bent and kissed her temple.

“What did your vision say to you?”

 

[caela]

“Now you must fashion your own chamber Orinda. So your dragon may come to you in your dreams, and resume your training.”

Turning her head so that she could look up to him her eyes darkened slightly to see the tear trailing down his cheek and she leaned up to kiss the droplet away. It was true that her passions didn't stir within her body but her heart still beat in her chest and every beat bore his name. The sight of the sadness in his gaze at his words was enough to break her own heart.

Reaching up she threaded her fingers through his and drew his hand to her chest, holding it there over her heart. "You have my soul in your care my love, know that his too is yours and it's every beat is in rythem to your name. If I must have my own chamber than it will be so but I will be in your bed as often as you allow it."

“You have one more trial in Hell Orinda and that will be the worst so far, for it will be a test of your spirit and the demons will torment you with half truths. But that lays in the future, but for now rest regain your strength and the piece of mind you will need.”

Smiling softly she curled closer and as his fingers began to stroke her hair a low purring of contentment filled her throat. Still weak she could do little more than that but, for now, it was enough. His arms around her felt like Home and she knew that she was safe and protected there. The next trial scared her, she'd come so close to failing the last. How would she pass this one?

“What did your vision say to you?”

Letting his words draw her back from her thoughts she was quiet for a moment as she considered how to try and explain what she'd felt. "Perhaps it was just a vison created in my own mind but it felt so very very real. He told me to be strong and finish my training, and that when the time was right you'd show me how to call him to me. I think he loves me a little though he didn't say it. I could love radiating off his mind in waves, but perhaps it is like that to touch the mind of all dragons?? I don't know. There was strength there too, and calm...and something else, somthing more still and quiet, wisdom perhaps. I don't know for sure it was just what I felt in the part of his mind he allowed me into. Perhaps it was all a dream.

Would Lady Noir know? Or would it be rude to ask her? I don't know their ways and wouldn't want to offend her by asking about it if it would be considered impolite. " Quietly she smiled and gave a little shrug. "If it was just a vision than I have a much more creative mind than I thought!"

 

[cgraven]

"You have my soul in your care my love, know that his too is yours and it's every beat is in rhythm to your name. If I must have my own chamber than it will be so but I will be in your bed as often as you allow it."

The feel of her fingers entwined with his, the rise and fall of her breast, as this vibrant young beauty held his hand over her hear, and her dark violet eyes searching his as if willing Arawn to see the truth in the words she spoke.

” My Love as long as you wish, my bed will be yours.”

There was a far away look in his dark eyes as he spoke. He did not wish to face the future and what might be. His own private demons torturing him with what could be but not what had to be. Her soft sweet voice brought him back to the present.

"Perhaps it was just a vision created in my own mind but it felt so very, very real. He told me to be strong and finish my training, and that when the time was right you'd show me how to call him to me. I think he loves me………………..”


Arawn listened even as dark shadows of his own fears haunted him.

“No Orinda the Lady Noir would not mind your asking in fact I think she would be pleased.”

Her soft shy smile warmed his heart, the way her hair half hid her face all the little things she did so naturally called to his heart.

“Now rest my love you are still weak and tomorrow you must fashion your own dream chamber.”

The days passed in training more grueling than ever before. There seemed to be an urgency to it now and in some ways Arawn was more remote than he had been before. Two weeks passed before the Lady Noir came to see Orinda.

The young acolyte was alone in the training room practicing her magic when the dark mysterious beauty came to her.

“You wished to speak with me Orinda, ask me questions on the nature of dragons?”

 

[caela]

“Now rest my love you are still weak and tomorrow you must fashion your own dream chamber.”

Smiling warmly at the care and love in his voice she curled her body even closer to his and let her eyes drift closed as sleep claimed her once more. She didn't wake until the next day when Arawn shook her gently and led her soundlessly through the Tower to the room that was to be hers.

Kissing his cheek softly she moved into the center of the large room and looked around it quietly. It was simply an empty room, large - at least 12ft x 15ft - and bare of anything but what she would form and place in it herself. Her body was still weak but her mind and heart were strong from her weeks of rest and the very idea of using her magic once more sent a thrill of excitement through her like a child let loose to play in a toy store.

She felt Arawn watching her for a moment and also felt when he turned and left her to fashion her room. Drawing on the magic she wanted as he'd taught her the first thing she fashioned was a bed. Large and ornate there was enough space in it to easily sleep 5 people comfortably and it dominate the center of her room. The frame, headboard and footboard were made of solid iron yet held a delicacy of feature in the thin lines of the scrollwork of the bed. The head and footboard were designed with the images of dragons in flight through the twining scrollwork while the four posts of the bed reached high like the trunks of trees and even branched out overhead in leaves so delicate they would have looked real if they weren't make from blackened iron.

Instead of feeling weakened as she worked on her room she only felt exhilarated to be doing something again. The matress she fashioned was large and soft with just enough support that a body would feel as if it floated on clouds and the bedclothes were the darkest black with blood red roses as accents along the edges. Leaving the bed she moved to the walls and on the southernmost wall she called her magic to her fingertips and washed them across the surface, a smile on her lips as the structure changed from a solid brick wall to a large bay window with a window seat where she would be able to sit and relax and where the light of the day would have full access to her chamber.

Tipping her gaze upward she also created a large window in the roof to let the moons light in at night. Against the western wall she created bookshelves of solid oak and called up books from the library to fill them knowing she could rotate her reading easier this way. She also placed a large marble fireplace there and two large leather chairs to read in. On the eastern wall she placed a large vanity and a comfortable stool, the vanity again of oak while the stool was of oak as well, the edges carved in a meadow scene and the cusion the same black with blood red accents as her bedclothes. Turning to the northern wall a grn lit her face as she fashioned her closets. It was girlish indeed to create closets that took up the entire wall and were deep enough they could almost be called a room of their own but she couldn't resist. What little clothing she had she summoned to them and smiled though they didn't even fill and eighth of the closet space.

Looking down to the floor she smiled and decided to leave it as it was. The gleaming oak of the flooring already matched her furniture and she'd always loved wooden flooring. Finally done she looked around herself and smiled in childish delight before going in search of Arawn for her training session.

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As the days passed and Orinda's strength fully returned she found that she didn't quite know how to approach Arawn. He'd withdrawn from her and was more remote than ever. She knew something was bothering him, that there was something he hadn't told her and it tore at her heart to see him hurting but she couldn't force him to tell her what was wrong no matter how much she longed to. Giving him his space and praying he would come to her when he was ready to tell her what was in his heart she saw him only at her training sessions as he seemed to avoid her any other time.

At the end of two weeks she was growing frustrated with Arawn. The distance between them seemed to grow by the day. As she watched him leave after her sword training she sighed and sat down in the center of the training room to work on her magic. She knew she wasn't as good as he was but she had been getting better and better since designing her own room.

Hearing the door open she looked up with hope in her eyes thinking it must be Arawn, the light died when she saw the Lady Noir but a welcoming smile curved her lips to see her visitor.

“You wished to speak with me Orinda, ask me questions on the nature of dragons?”

"Hello Lady Noir. I do have a question to ask...when I was in hell on my last trial I had a...Arawn called it a vision. I felt a touch at the edge of my conciousness and when I reached out to follow it, it drew me to a drakes lair. Arawn said it was possible but unlikely that it was real as dragons don't like to come to humans when there are other souls present much less demons. What I wondered was if you would know if what I felt, was real or simply a vision created in my own mind to give myself strength in a very difficult situation?"

 

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The lady Noir listened as the young human beauty asked her question. She was so child like in her innocence her young lie hardly a blink in comparison to The Lady’s own. But even as Orinda spoke Noir could feel the loneliness in her heart, the sadness at Arawn’s remoteness.

“May I Touch your mind Child?”

Noir soft sensual voice caressed Orinda’s supple body like the most tender of lovers. When the young beauty consented, Noir placed her hand on the girl’s left breast, feeling the living beat there, with her fingertips, as it raced with the dragons touch. A soft whimper of pleasure escaped Orinda’s lips. The Lady Noir knew well what the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand was doing to Orinda but it could not be helped. If this young beauty was to ride dragons then she must become accustom to the touch of a dragon.

As Orinda supple, athletic, body hummed with arousal The Lady Noir looked deep with in the young human girl’s mind and heart. She saw the vision that had come to this child when Seth was tormenting her body and soul. She heard the soft sensual voice and Noir’s body felt the flash of passion as it coursed through her. It was so intense that she sharply inhaled, held her breath as she reveled in it. When at last she spoke Noir’s voice was a ragged whisper.

“You did not imagine it child, a dragon called out to you.”

The lady Noir’s body trembled with pleasure.

“He is very old, he is a golden dragon , a drake.”

Noir removed her hand from Orinda’s breast, withdrew from her mind lest the pleasure that course through the dark beauty killed the young human.
The Lady Noir steadied her self embraced the pleasure then steeled herself before continuing.

“Child as you know, dragons are creatures of pure magic given flesh and blood. What you may not know is that they desire pretty and pure things, the purer the spirit the greater the attraction. Yet my child we can not love as human’s love. We can not give are hearts and souls as men and women do. What we do give is reverence for our riders and pleasure. A pleasure that can make you forget everything if you let it. As Arawn has told you if you look into a dragon’s eyes you can lose your soul. That is why he keeps your soul locked in his heart.”

Noir paused as all that she had told Orinda slowly became clear to her.

“Child you think Arawn is avoiding you.”

The Lady Noir soft voice continued its sensual caress of Orinda

“ That is only half true, for he thinks you are avoiding him. Tell me Child have you shown him your chamber, or have you gone to his bed as you had asked. Is it not you that have drawn away from him?”

Noir saw that her words cause the young girl great distress.

“Do you feel because you almost gave into Seth’s temptation that you are no longer worthy child or do you blame the mage for your suffering?”

Silence lingered between the two women as the moments passed by till finally The lady Noir spoke one last time.

“He loves you unconditionally child and nothing you can do will change that. I shall take my leave now be well and I wish you piece. If you need me just speak my name and I shall come if I can.”

With that the Lady Noir bowed to Orinda taking her leave and leaving the young beauty to ponder what she had said.

 

[caela]

“Do you feel because you almost gave into Seth’s temptation that you are no longer worthy child or do you blame the mage for your suffering?”

Orinda blinked at the question and suddenly she realized that she had been avoiding Arawn as much as he'd been avoiding her. As she pondered the question she barely heard the rest of what the Lady Noir had said, so much so that she hardly heard the other woman leave as well. Her thoughts were consumed with Arawn as the truth nestled in that question.

She didn't feel he was to blame for her suffering, it simply was what was needed. She did however feel guilty, incredibly so, for almost giving in to Seth's temptations and a part of her felt herself unworthy of Arawn's love. With tears filling her eyes she stood up and reached out her mind, searching for him. Finding him in the library she whispered softly to his mind, Stay there, I need to speak with you love.

Without a clue as to what exactly she would say to him when she got there she left the training room and strode through the Tower to the library he'd made for her. Seeing him there her heart both filled with joy and broke with her own guilt. Unable to speak she hoped the look in her eyes was enough and she crossed to sink to her knees at his feet, her arms wrapping around his waist while her cheek nuzzled against his thigh and her tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was the softest of whispers reaching to his ears, "I'm so sorry my love."

 

[cgraven]

Arawn had been there to sooth Orinda’s broken and abused body, reassure her doubting spirit when she had come back from hell. He had kept watch over her cared fro her with all his love. He had not been surprised when her passions did not stir when first she woke, that was natural after what her body had been through. He remember the morning when he had shown her, her chamber, just a dark empty room, he had felt her reach out for the magic her fingers agile an supply sensual as she began to summon it , he felt her all most childish joy, and then he left as she did not turn to him nor did she open her mind to him to share her joy.

The following days as her training intensified he would see Orinda avert her eyes from his, turn her back on him when the training session was over. Many the night came and went as he waited hoped that she would come to his bed as she had begged him to allow her, yet she never came and as time went by he ceased looking for her to come. His night where restless his heart breaking but never did he let her see it. He became remote as he did not wish to push himself on his love. She had given that love freely, and it was hers to with hold as well.

When the Lady Noir had come to him he simply told her of Orinda’s desire to speak to her.

Arawn”

He held up his hand to silence the Lady and Noir bowed lowly and departed. He knew what she would say and did not want to hear it.

Time passed and the pain with in the Mage gnawed at his heart. Till one day he felt Orinda’s mind touch his. Stay there, I need to speak with you love.

Arawn heart raced at that single word love When he heard her light tread his head snapped up and his heart leaped in his chest just at the sight of her.

Unable to speak she hoped the look in her eyes was enough and she crossed to sink to her knees at his feet, her arms wrapping around his waist while her cheek nuzzled against his thigh and her tears rolled down her cheeks. Her voice was the softest of whispers reaching to his ears, "I'm so sorry my love."

His eyes held hers he saw the love brimming full of love in those tear stained violet depth. His thumb brushed the tears from her flawless cheeks.

“You have nothing to be sorry for my love, it is I who have failed you.

 

[caela]

“You have nothing to be sorry for my love, it is I who have failed you."

Startled at his words Orinda snapped her head up to look up at him and shook her head. "How can you think such a thing?" The look on her face made it clear that she asked the question in earnest as well as the fact that she honestly couldn't fathom how he could think he had failed her. His words made no sense to her ears and yet she knew she'd heard him correctly. When all he'd done is love and care for her how could he think he'd failed her?

"You haven't failed me love, but I have failed you. I nearly gave in to Seth's offer and when I woke up safe and in your arms once more what did I do...I turned away from you and told myself it was you avoiding me."

 

[cgraven]

"You haven't failed me love, but I have failed you. I nearly gave in to Seth's offer and when I woke up safe and in your arms once more what did I do...I turned away from you and told myself it was you avoiding me."

“Then I guess we failed each other my love. I could never think that just because you where tempted, almost gave in to his temptation made you some how lees perfect. Quite the contrary to be tempted so and resists made me even prouder of you than before.”

Arawn’s eyes smiled lovingly down at Orinda as his lips brushed hers in a chaste kiss.

“Rather I thought I failed you when you avoided me did not share your joy when you created your chamber. I could feel your joy resonating in the very air, yet you would turn your eyes from me.”

He drew Orinda’ into his arms as he sank to his own knees and just held her. He made no demands of her but simply rejoiced at the feeling of her in his arms.

 

[caela]

“Rather I thought I failed you when you avoided me did not share your joy when you created your chamber. I could feel your joy resonating in the very air, yet you would turn your eyes from me.”

Curling in against him as his arms wrapped around her Orinda nuzzled the side of his neck with her cheek. "Love, I saw the way your heart broke in your eyes when you told me about my needing my own room. I didn't think you'd want to see it and that my joy in it's creation would hurt you even more."

Turning her head slowly she pressed her lips to his in a loving kiss filled with tender passion. "It seems we've both been fools and only hurt each other with it. Promise me, if ever you're hurting again you'll talk to me. No more distance, I can't bear it."

As she spoke she felt the humming of passion running under her skin and purred softly before pressing her lips to his once more, this time her kiss was hungrier...demanding. "Come christen my room with me love and never leave me to a cold bed again."

 

[cgraven]

She purred softly before pressing her lips to his once more, this time her kiss was hungrier...demanding. "Come christen my room with me love and never leave me to a cold bed again."

“Yes”

Was his simple reply before abandoning himself to her kiss. Arawn l drew Orinda to her feet, his fingers interlaced with hers .

“Lead the way My Love I long to see the chamber you created and that brought you so much joy.”

A rye smile creased his lips, a twinkle in his dark eyes.

“Besides I have miss my naughty Imp.”

Arawn kissed the tip of her nose and gave her a rousing swat on her firm little ass to prod her along . When at last the shy beauty open the oaken door to her chamber Arawn was awe struck at the light air atmosphere the light streaming through the window, all that she had created a reflection of her spirit wild free, pure innocent and darkly passionate it was all there all the little things that he so loved about her. Right down to the book shelves that reflected Orinda’s thirst for knowledge and her quick agile mind. Yet the beauty of the bed that dominated the room gave the feeling of a secluded forest glen.

“Orinda its beautiful.”

His heart ached with the beauty of what she had created and he knew in that moment that soon she must find her dragon and begin training with him, alongside of himself and the Lady noir.

“Orinda I do believe you said something about christening your room?”

 

[caela]

“Orinda I do believe you said something about christening your room?”

Grinning happily she pulled him into the room and pushed the door closed with her foot. With no ceremony she tugged him to the bed and yanked him down to the soft mattress she'd created. She was suddenly impatient and hungry for him and she knew he would feel the tingle of warmth from her fingers as she used her magic to make both his and her own clothing disappear so that she could feel his skin against hers.

"Oh yes Arawn, I think we should definatly christen it. And take our time in doing so. Next time. Right now I want to feel your flesh on mine and your cock pressing deep within me. I want you love, she purred softly in his ear.

Moving to straddle his hips her tongue danced out along the shell of his ear while her hips ground down to his. Playfully taunting him with the heat and moisture that she knows he can feel coming off her body. "Take me love."

 

[cgraven]

Playfully taunting him with the heat and moisture that she knows he can feel coming off her body. "Take me love."

She was maddeningly playful as she straddled the mage. Her warm moist breath bathed his neck as the naughty little imp licked at his ear enflaming Arawn’s passions. The sensual roll of her hips the deep purring that rumbled from her throat only fueled his desire for his love.

“Your wish is my command My Lady”

The Mage slowly lifted her form him to hover over the tip of his cock, then let her own weight impale her on him. He rolled his hips and arched his back to fully penetrate his love. His hands encircled her waist and he held her there with him deep in side her letting Orinda only able to roll her hips till her passion and need where almost painful. As she growled in frustration Arawn suddenly released her, his hands pinching and pulling at the girl’s nipples, as he took her hard and fast. Arawn let Orinda feel the tingle of magic as he swelled to fill her completely. His nails racked her nipples and breasts. His love was dark and violent, soft and tender and he met all of her needs before his on passion filled his love.

Arawn held Orinda close to him as they lay in her bed. Slowly he positioned her over him her lips above his cock his hot breath bathing her naked pussy. His tongue snaked out to taste there combined passion.

 

[caela]

Arawn held Orinda close to him as they lay in her bed. Slowly he positioned her over him her lips above his cock his hot breath bathing her naked pussy. His tongue snaked out to taste there combined passion.

She let him shift her body and purred loudly when she saw his cock before her eyes. His flesh was glistening still with the combination of both their releases and she tipped her head to flick her tongue out along his flesh. Slowly she licked along his shaft, her tongue swirling on his skin gathering their taste from him and cleaning his shaft with it.

Twisting her head to look back at him she grinned playfully and couldn't resist the urge to press her hip down, pressing her pussy against his lips with a soft moan of pleasure. The ring through the hood of her clit pressed against his lower lip while his tongue tasted the same fluids from her flesh that she tasted from his.

Reaching to him with her mind she murmured gently, I love you.