Lust and Vengeance: Malcanthet's Promise. (Closed for Kaena and I)

[Kaena]

She watched with indifference as he carried bucket after bucket of water into the room and emptied it into the tub. She lay back against the pillows, lazily trailing her fingers over her naked body, fantasizing about all the nefarious things she wanted to do to him. He still wore his robe wrapped around his naked body, but she still caught a glimpse of his well endowed penis each time he bent to dump the water into the tub. She licked her lips, relishing the thought of making use of it again later.

“It is done, Mistress,” he seemed extremely pleased with himself, even though he had performed a simple task that any servant could do in their sleep. She did have to give him some credit though, it must have been hard for him to carry it all himself without any assistance. She doubted he had done any type of manual labour at all before.

She smiled at his request to bathe her and slid from her spot on the bed to stand before him. Her naked body gleamed in the moonlight filtering through the window, making her seem almost angelic, which of course amused her to no avail.

“I'll allow it,” she responded, stepping into the warm tub. She sighed in extasy as the warm water caressed her body. It was a rare treat for her fo feel the soothing touch of water on her skin. There was no need for her to bathe in her true form. She closed her eyes and sunk deep, letting the water start to wash away the mess on her skin.

Her eyes slowly opened in amusement as he spoke of the king. He seemed to have a vicious side to him when it came to the man. A trait she found both amusing and something that she liked about him.

“I have not yet decided what I am going to do with him,” she replied, reaching out a wet hand to brush it along his cheek. He was handsome, she had to give him that. “But, yes, he will suffer. When I am done with him, he will begging me for mercy.”

She leaned over the edge of the tub and grabbed his robe, pulling him towards her. Her lips found his in a passionate kiss that she knew he was so desperately craving.

“Join me,” she purred, her voice breathless from the power of the kiss. She moved back in the tub so he could climb in, leaving room for him to kneel between her legs. “It is easier for you to help me bathe in here. Besides, you are not exactly a fresh smelling rose yourself.”

 

[Ravenloft]

As the prince, he was trained in the blade and the bow, taught to read and write, diplomacy and etiquette. They kept his mind sharp and his body fit, but after drawing this bath, he had a new appreciation for the serving class that he had once looked down upon. How they managed to carry out such thankless tasks every day was beyond him. If they did not find some satisfaction in their work, the drudgery would most certainly wear them to dust.

He could feel the Mistresses eyes upon him with every bucket he poured for her to enjoy, it made him feel good to be desired for his body. He didn't dare look directly at her while she lay, naked upon her bed, but he caught glimpses of her every time he brought in a steaming bucket of water and noted the way she touched her borrowed body. What she had done to Ludmilla's flesh, he wondered if it was permanent or just while she inhabited her body. The changes were very alluring, he longed to touch her again, because of them!

She slipped out of bed or come before him, haloed in moonlight and she was breathtaking in her nakedness. The sight of her threatened to stop his beating heart, she seemed so other worldly in her beauty. Some half remembered religious texts he was made to read in his youth had once suggested that demons were all originally celestial beings who had fallen from grace. He believed it now, she was perfection incarnate.

At her voiced permission, he found he had been holding his breath and was getting light headed from it. With a sharp exhale and ragged gasp for air, he tried to hide his fascination with her in the act of lathering a large sponge into a thick white froth. Oh how he admired her languid contentment over the soothing magic of the bath! He was frozen, transfixed by it! He had all but forgotten about his loathing for his father, until she finally answered his query, actually gracing him with a touch of her hand! The gentle touch made him tremble, quickly causing him to become erect for her. "Good... I want him to feel your wrath! If he could experience even a portion of the pain he has caused all the women he has used... Abused... It would be too kind of a fate for him! I want him to bed, but not for mercy! Make him beg for the sweet release of death! Then... Deny it to him!"

As he spoke, venomously, she pulled him into a kiss, part of his rant being thought, rather than spoken, but because of her telepathic powers, it was still heard. Without word, without thought, he shed the robe and let it drop to the cold stone floor behind him as he followed her purred command to join her. Sinking to his knees, the warm water felt electric on his skin, or was it her nearness? "Shall I begin with your hair, Mistress?" He asked while doing his best not to glance down at her full, exposed breasts, that which he was fantasizing about suckling upon, eagerly as a thirsting babe

 

[Kaena]

She could feel his eyes on her, well on the body she inhabited, as she moved from the bed to the bath he had drawn. She looked down at the body in its full nude glory, pleased with the modifications she had made. Once she left the body and returned to the underworld, the changes would stay with Ludmilla, kind of a gift to thank her for the use of her body while on the surface. She could almost feel his long for her. She only wondered if his human mind could even handle her in her true form. Guess they would find that out eventually.

She smirked again as he spoke of his father. He spoke of him feeling a portion of the pain and abuse he had caused to the woman he bedded. She intended to one up him on that. He would feel all their pain, and more. He would feel the anger and pain of every woman that has been scorned or hurt by a man ever. His soul would be in forever torment, even if she allowed him the sweet release of death.

“Your father is not headed for the pearly gates when he dies,” she replied, closing her eyes and allowing the water to wash over her. “I say he will beg for mercy because even if he dies, he will still belong to me. His mortal body may die, but his soul will live forever in torment, for me to toy with in the underworld. Once he dies, he will be forever at my mercy, a fate oh so much worse than death itself.”

When she opened her eyes again she found him knelt between her legs, his obvious arousal peaking out from the water swirling around their naked bodies.

"Shall I begin with your hair, Mistress?" She smiled and shook her head, taking his hand that still held the sponge he picked up earlier and running it slowly down the front of her body. As much as he tried to hide it, she has seen his covert glances at her bare breasts. She pulled him closer and guided his mouth down to her breast as her other hand guided the sponge he held further down to the triangle between her legs.

“My hair can wait,” she replied, kissing along his bare shoulder. “My body first, then you can wash my hair for me.” She left the innuendo hanging in the air over what she meant by her body. It was up to him to figure out if she meant to wash her body, or something else.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Nor am i, my Mistress, but something in my being tells me I won't be in torment while I belong to you... I would be content as long as I knew you were the one toying with my damned soul! Father, on the other hand, enjoys control far too much to endure being stripped of it..." Tristran mused, grimly as he struggled to grasp the concept of eternal torment at her hands. "One man's heaven is another man's hell, I suppose..."

He trailer off as she opened her eyes and smiled upon him. Shaking her head, she guided him to run the soapy sponge between her breasts. He could barely believe it, she was welcoming him to touch her and taste of her! As his mouth eagerly pressed to her breast, as if to feed, he pressed the sponge against her naked sex, teasing her.

"Mistress?" He whispered, almost pleading, he wanted her, he let loose of the sponge and moved his fingers along her sex, eager to feel her body envelope them tightly inside her. "May I please you with my fingers? You... Are so very beautiful... And I... Need you!" He said, between catching breaths of burning lust and desire to know her tender flesh.

 

[Kaena]

She could see that he was having a difficult processing the fate she had in store for his father. To compare it to what it would be like for him to belong to her was like comparing night and day. She had laid claim to him and in doing so damned his soul to hell, but also freed him from the torment that came with it. Well, that was if he obeyed her and served her unconditionally. If he ever did anger her or cross her, that would be another story and something he would truly regret. For some reason, looking at the devotion that burned in his eyes, the chance of that happening was very slim.

She moaned softly as he pressed his eager lips to her breast and the sponge between her legs. Her moan deepened when he dropped the sponge and trailed his fingers along her pussy. She arched a little towards his touch, her body wanting more.

"May I please you with my fingers?” The lust and desire in his voice sent a shiver down her spine and she reached out to run her hand down his back. Her other hand she placed on his at the entrance of her sex and pressed him deeper inside her. Her eager pussy tightened around his invading fingers, hungry for the stimulation. She didn't bother voicing her permission, figuring her actions spoke louder than words.

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[Ravenloft]

Malcanthet's soft moan was like kindling to a torch, it lit Tristran's body on fire with lust and when her moans deepened and became throatier, he thought he might burst into a bonfire of desire! She really was the queen of hell, the way set his insides on fire with just her moans! She arched and shivered and it amazed Tristran that he could make the queen of lust herself act with such abandon. Her hand on his, forcing his finger deep inside her, was enough to tell him she was still in control though. She had an unparalleled control of Ludmilla's body and knew all the ways a woman could find her own pleasure, no matter the man or his inexperience.

Tristran was no clueless virgin though, he knew enough to make any but the most demanding of women happy, if not with his cock alone, then certainly with his mouth, tongue and fingers! Going under water was not likely, he might drown if he took one taste of her and refused to come up for air! So his fingers would have to do, for now. When she flexed, squeezing his fingers tight, he countered by hooking his fingers in a come hither motion to excite the front wall of her tight, oh so tight love canal.

"Does that please you, my Mistress?" He asked, a bit too pleased with himself. He was dangerously close to showing his inflated ego. "So you can make me cum, that doesn't make you Jesus..." A long lost lover once told him... He really should have listened to her!

 

[Kaena]

She couldn't lie and say the feel of his fingers inside here wasn't doing anything for her. In reality it was igniting a fire inside of her that had not been properly lit in a long time. Sure as the Queen she had had her fair share of men, most of them adequate lovers, but, it had been a long time since she had linked herself to someone as she had with him and because of it, he pushed buttons that had not been available for those other men. She arched up at each thrust of his fingers, her moans echoing through the room.

"Does that please you, my Mistress?" Was that cockiness she was hearing in his voice. That wasn't going to fly with her. If he wanted to even begin to taste the wonders she could provide him, he needed to keep his ego in check. Growling to herself she pushed his hand away from her and looked him into the eyes.

“It did until you let your ego get the best of you boy,” she snarled. “You would do well to remember your place. You are here to please me, but, I can get what I want from you, whether you are a willing participant or not.” Shifting in the tub, she pushed him back against the side of the tub and pinned him against it, her eyes full of lust and desire. As much as him letting his ego get the best of him, she still desired him and wanted him.

Grabbing his hands she placed them on the rim of the tub behind him, licking her lips slowly as she looked down at his body stretched before her. Leaning in she kissed along the side of his neck as her hand went beneath the water to find his cock. She wasn't surprised to find it hard and ready for her. “Keep your hands there,” she ordered as she straddled his waist, her hot pussy pressing against his cock. The water splashed around them as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, her eyes raising to meet his. She was sure he would see the storm brewing in her eyes from the lust that was consuming her body.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran was just egotistical enough to think he had discovered Malcanthet's secret spot, but in reality, she had led him there. Even still he reveled in the way she moaned and arched her spine with each slow thrust of his fingers. He ground his fingertips against the front wall of her sex, feeling how it grew thicker and felt of a spongy texture. If he had just kept his foolish mouth shut, he might have felt her cum on his fingers, but she caught him in the act of arrogance. Her growl of annoyance struck him dumb and he felt the rise of sickening fear in the pit of his stomach as he realized his folly.

He swallowed hard at the rush of dread filling him as she snarled at him. She was no simpering maid to be toyed with! How could he have been so foolish to think he had had the upper hand, even for a second?! "I beg your forgiveness, my Mistress! I forgot myself in the moment! It won't happen again, I promise you!" He was in a panic, terrified that she was about to rip his soul from his flesh and end things right then and there.

She had him pinned, helpless, he felt himself trembling as she gazed down at him. She leaned in to kiss his neck, instead of tearing his throat out and his tension melted away. He surrendered to her completely, his hands locked white knuckled on the rim of the tub, to obey her command not to move them. His eyes were wide and lis lips were parted with a deep groan of pleasure as she sunk down on him. "Jesu..." He caught himself, before he finished the name of her enemy. "Fuuuuck!," He growled out instead, struggling to maintain control enough not to cum right on the spot!

The only thing that prevented him from spurting in one thrust was the pain of the tubs rim biting into his fingers! The blessed pain! It gave him something to distract him from the molten core of her sex as she took him inside of her! One thrust became two, and he had to grasp at the rim even tighter to keep from cumming. After a dozen rolls of her hips, his hands were bleeding and he was alternating between gasps of breath and holding on for dear life, or was it his sanity he was clinging to?

"Mistress! Please!" He begged, not even sure what he was asking for at this point, he was lost in an ocean of lust and need and she had complete control over his flesh as his blood dripped from his finger tips to the floor beneath them. He was unaware of the cuts he had caused himself in his desperation to hold on for just one more second, with every second that passed. He would not cum without her permission, even if he were to bleed to death to keep himself in check!

 

[Kaena]

It took all her control not to cum at the fear in his eyes as she pinned him against the tub. The fear spoke to something deep inside her as a creature of darkness and she relished in it. He was quick to beg her for forgiveness, his cockiness wiped completely off his face, replace by sheer panic. She assumed he thought she was going to kill him or something worse, but she still had use for him.

She could feel his body trembling as she sunk down on his hard cock and was pleased that he fought to obey her and keep his hands on the back of the tub. She could see the struggle in his eyes as she started to ride him, his breath deepening each time she bore down on his cock. Soon she was lost in her own pleasure, taking from him what the mortal body she possessed so desperately needed. So consumed was she by her own desire that she was deaf to his moans and whimpers beneath her. When he finally did manage to start to beg her it took her a few seconds to register what he was saying and come back to her senses.

Opening her eyes, which she hadn't realized she had closed, she looked down at his pain filled face. The smell of blood made her frown and she followed the trail of it on his arm back up to where he was gripping the tub in desperation. She realized that he was so consumed by her that he wasn't aware of what he was doing to himself. Her own moan of pleasure escaped her throat as she slid down on his cock once again. Her breath deepened as she felt the pressure start to build between her legs. She was on the edge and it would only take one small push for her to fall over it. Now the question that was needed to be asked was he deserving to be allowed to cum with her, or should she teach him a lesson in humility and leave him wanting.

Deciding on the latter she ignore his pleas and started to ride him at a relentless pace. Her tight pussy clenched tightly around his cock as she reached the pinnacle of her desire. With a loud cry she came hard, her body writhing in ecstasy above him. She rode him through wave after wave of her orgasm before finally collapsing a little against him to catch her breath.

Breathing heavily, she slowly slid of his cock and used her hand to raise his gaze to meet hers. “Let that be a lesson to you boy,” she said, her voice commanding, yet seductive. “Next time I will not be so merciful.” She left the words hanging in the air, knowing that he was fully aware of what he had done and how he had angered her, it didn't need to be repeated. Looking up at his bleeding hand she frowned and picked up the wash cloth he had held earlier.

“Give me your hands,” she ordered, reaching her hand out to him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran thought he might cum with every downward thrust of Malcanthet's borrowed body, but as her sex glided smooth as silk along his shaft, he felt her grip punishing him, keeping him at the razors edge, but never quite enough to send him over it.

"What is happening to me?!" Tristran heard himself say, confused at how he was not pumping her full of his cum yet. "I can't... It won't... Hnnnn!" He urgently tried to buck up against her to end his torment, but it didn't work, he remained right at the edge! "How? How are you... Ungh!" He thrashed his head from side to side, trying to push himself over the edge, it felt so good, but release just wouldn't come to free him!

"Please!? Mistress! Please!? Let me cum inside of you! Take my heart from my chest! Take my soul from my flesh! Rip me to peices! Just let me cum!" He howled and growled, no longer desperate to hold back, but mad with the need to break free of this delicious torment!

Even when she came on him with a rampant sound of pleasure, she kept him in check. Something powerful was preventing him from cumming, feeling her orgasm should have been enough to make him explode his seed deep within her! She had spoken true before, he was nothing more than a means to an ends for her pleasure! This was torture! Like a starving man forced to watch his Queen gorge herself on a feast but being denied even the smallest crumb to sate the ache in his own belly! Fantastic cruelty!

"You can't just leave me this way... Please help me, the ache... Is unbearable! Please! Please! Please... Let me cum..."he begged melting into sobs of need as she drew off of him, leaving his cock to suffer for his sins.

Held in her gaze, Tristran whimpered in pain and understanding, nodding his head, his eyes swimming in his head, stinging with tears. He needed to cum so badly that his groin ached through and through! The cuts on his hands were a distant whisper compared to it.


“Give me your hands,” she ordered, reaching her hand out to him.

"Oh..." He responded, letting loose his death grip on the rim of the tub. It was a curious thing, he could barely feel it, yet they were cut up bad enough to bleed. "I..." He had no words, the pain of denied release was strangling out all logical thought. He felt like he was a million miles away, yet trapped in his own body.

 

[Kaena]

She almost faltered at his begging and gave in, but, in the end she held true to her decision. Still she frowned at the fact that she had even considered being kind to him. It must have been an emotion from the human mind trapped in her body. That had to be it. There was no way she was going soft, that just wouldn't do. She was a high level demon, there wasn't a soft bone in her body. And yet, even now with him still pleading with her, tears shining in his eyes, she felt something, something that she wouldn't never admit, even under the worst of torture. She felt compassion.

She tried to shake away the feeling as she took his offered hand in hers. She use the wet cloth to wipe off the blood before taking his other hand and doing the same. His hands were cut up pretty bad, which also pulled at her heart strings. Damn humans and their emotions. Brushing her finger over each cut she used her powers to heal the wounds, leaving his skin unmarred, as if nothing had ever happened.

When she finished at her task, her eyes travelled down his body to his still hard and throbbing cock. The soft whimpering sounds he was making was slowly pushing the feelings of compassion to the back of her mind and her true nature or what she considered her true nature was once again rising. She could feel herself becoming aroused at his discomfort and knowing how desperately he longed for release. She never ceased to be amazed how easily a man could be controlled through his lusts and desires.

Her eyes never left him as she finished bathing. Satisfied that she was finally clean, she reached beneath the water and slowly ran her hand along his amazingly still hard cock.

“I still have use for you tonight my pet,” she purred, her gaze rising to meet his. “Maybe this time I will let you cum, if you are good boy.” Standing up, she let the water drip from her naked body before climbing out of the tub. Taking a towel, she quickly dried herself off before looking back at where he still knelt, an almost lost look on his face.

“Come on boy, don't make make me wait,” she ordered before moving to the bed and stretching out on the soft covers. Spreading her legs, she beckoned him forward, wondering if he was brave enough to take the bait.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran watched as Malcanthet washed his cuts. "I can barely feel them..." He admitted, the continuous ache of need in his groin the only thing he could feel. She healed the cuts, sealing them with her fingertips, reading them completely! Not even a scar remained! He felt a strange sort of loss over that... To bear the scars from his lust would have been a permanent reminder of this lesson! Even without them, it was something he would never forget!

He tried to refrain from making noises, but the ache was driving him to distraction! Would she leave him like this? He couldn't tell! Her power over him was great! His torment, or release was completely at her whim! She took her time to finish bathing and Tristran thought he might die of blue balls before she took care of him!

Eventually, she blessed him with another tight caress of her hand, it was almost enough to bring him off right then and there! But her powers still blocked him! Her voice was a slow purr as she revealed that she was not done with him yet! That she might let him cum if he were good! He spasmed in her grip at the offer!

She stood and toweled off before slinking, naked, to her bed. Tristran knew enough to stay put until he was commander to join her, but it took all of his will to stay rooted to where he was! She must have seen how lost he looked as he watched her lay down, and gave him the blessing of permission to come to her!

He scrambled to come to her in an instant! Nearly losing his footing in the process! The cold stone, was made slick by his wet feet! "Wah!" He cried out in surprise as he went face first, down between her legs! He was frozen, mortified by his sudden clumsiness! But he was right there! Between her thighs! One small rise and he would be able to kiss her sex! Another stride would bring him up to place the fullness of his cock inside her!

Rising up on his hands, he looked into her eyes. "Command me, Mistress!" He wanted to have both, the need to taste her was just as strong as the want to fuck her! He couldn't chose!

 

[Kaena]

His slight frown as she healed his wounds confused her. He should have grateful that she had had enough compassion to take care of him. She could have just left him torn and bleeding, it really wouldn't have made a difference to her. She shook her head, she definitely didn't understand humans, especially not this one.

She could feel his eyes on her as she finished bathing and moved to the bed. It was as if he was frozen where he still knelt in the tub, waiting for her to beckon him forward. It was in that moment that she realized how strongly he was compelled to obey her. Really she should have seen it earlier when he risked damaging himself before giving into his desperate need to cum. She hadn't used her powers to stop him from meeting that primal need, but, somehow his need to obey stopped him. It was a delicious fact that she filed away for another time.

She couldn't help but giggle at how quickly he jumped from the tub at her command for him to join her. She watched with amusement as he stumbled across the cold tile floor and the slipped, falling face first between her thighs. Any other man would have taken advantage of the situation, being so close to her sex. So easily it would have been for him to close the small gap to her pussy and bury his face between her welcoming legs.

She smiled at him as he rose up to meet her gaze. She could see the lust and desire burning in his eyes.

"Command me, Mistress!" She answered him by reaching out and grabbing his hair and pushing his head down between her legs. She figured actions spoke louder than words. If he couldn't figure out what she wanted there was no hope for him.

 

[Ravenloft]

He would thank her later, for healing him, but his mind was on one thing and one thing alone, making her pleased with him! How he wanted to bear her mark on him, though! Something he could touch and know he belonged to her that no one else could possibly understand!

Tristran would never believe that it was his own deep seated need to obey that had blocked him from cumming the instant he was inside of her, it had to be her magic enthralling him to her whims! He had tried to cum after all, but it just would not work, no matter how much he surrendered to the pleasure of her sex! He knew he needed her permission, and he was prepared to do anything, absolutely anything to get it!

How comical fumbling was met with soft laughter and amused eyes as he found himself face down between her legs. He was hotly embarrassed, but so eager to please her that it really didn't matter to him he looked like a complete fool. She must be used to such antics from the men that listed after her, because she didn't seem the slightest bit shocked or put off by the bumbling display of over eagerness.

In fact, she actually smiled down at him as he begged for her command! Her answer was as clear as a starry night as she pushed his head between her thighs! He didn't need to be "told" twice! He set to work, passionately devouring her sweet and intoxicating quim. He made noise too, it's of noise, growls of lust and mewls of need, as he supped heavily upon Malcanthet's offered sex.

He was like a man posessed, burning with one lust, one desire, to taste the fullest measure of his Mistress's pleasure! To be anointed in her juices, like some profane baptismal of carnal delights!

 

[Kaena]

There was no hesitation in his actions as she pressed his head between her thighs. She felt his tongue exploring her sex with earnest and immediately she felt a rush of pleasure sweep through her body. Her hands tangled in his hair and she arched up to meet his mouth, her pussy immediately weeping. As a creature of lust and desire, she constantly craved the pleasure and rush that only a partner could provide, however she had yet to find one who could truly give her what she wanted. Yet, with him feasting almost reverently on her sex, all she could think about was throwing him down on the bed and giving him what she knew he so desperately desired. Of course she would get something out of it as well, but, before she had never even cared about the needs of her partner. It was her job to torture the souls that were brought to her, that didn't include fulfilling their every fantasy and sending them on their merry way. No she used her powers of lust to drive them mad with desire so they would spend eternity craving and lusting after something she never intended to give them.

Another pass of his tongue sent her arching off the bed once again, her moans mingling with the growls and other sounds coming from him. He certainly seemed to be enjoying what he was doing and she had to admit he was definitely good at it. Perhaps she had been a bit hasty in getting angry with him for being so proud of his talents. His skill with his tongue was nearing something to be boasted about. She didn't intend to tell him that though. It was the last thing she needed to have him revert back to the cocky man he was before she put him in his place.

Using his hair, she guided him where she wanted his mouth to go and soon she was writhing and grinding against him, her body quickly racing the peak. Her moans became almost primal as the pressure started to build between her legs. With one final earth shattering cry, she came hard, her juices flowing freely into his mouth and down his chin. She continued to writhe against him as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure washed over her.

Finally she collapsed on the bed beneath him and pushed his hungry mouth away from between her legs. She cursed the body she was in and her need to catch her breath. In her own domain she could fuck multiple men one after another and she never grew tired, but, the human body had its limitations. It took her a good minute before she could catch he breath and despite the amazing orgasm she had just had, she could feel her lust rising once more.

Her gaze was almost primal as she sat up on the bed and looked down at where he still say between her legs. Her eyes traveled down his body to his hard cock, her tongue trailing along her lips at the thought of once again having it deep inside her.

Moving with a speed attributed to her powers she pushed him back on the bed and pinned him to the bed. Her smile was hungry as was her sex that was pressed against his hard cock that was trapped between them. She held his hands down so that he couldn't move as she teased his cock by rubbing against it. She could see the lust in his eyes and it consumed her. With a drawn out moan she slowly slid down on his cock, her body shuddering as she took him deep inside her.

“Fuck me my pet,” she ordered, slowly drawing up off his cock before slamming down on it again. “Fuck me. Beg me. Convince me you deserve to be allowed to cum tonight” With those words she rolled their bodies so he was on top. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down to kiss him, tightening her legs to pull him deeper inside her.

 

[Ravenloft]

There was no greater heaven than this, Tristran knew, making a woman arch her back in the throes of desire! He took great satisfaction in doing this to her, his Mistress, but it was a satisfaction without ego, he was a slave to her pleasure and he knew it. Plying his tongue against her tender, weeping sex, Tristran worshiped her like a living fertility goddess, all his passions pouring forth from the depths of his soul to meet between her thighs!

He had not expected the queen of lust to be so very responsive to his mere mortal tongue, so when she shot up in her second arch of writhing pleasure, he nearly had his teeth bashed in by the sudden thrust! The only thing that kept his teeth intact was that he had just briefly come up for air! Even still, the violent thrust left a little taste of blood in his mouth, a tooth had slightly cut into the inside of his lip, but he used it to redouble his burning desire for her!

He urgently tongued her sex as deeply as their bodies permitted, eagerly tasting the tightness of her core. He was rampant and wild, desperate to taste as much of her as he could before she was spent and pushed him off of her! Oh, but she was good! She was guiding him to all the places she needed him to go! Her primal moans might have become unladylike, but they were purely feminine and they thrilled Tristran to the core. He sensed her impending release and reached out for her hands as she came, screaming. Somewhere in the late night/early morning haze, he thought he heard the distant crow of a rooster, but it was only him, uttering noises of full throated satisfaction over having received the sweet nectar of her juices, a blessing of the first age, when women were goddesses to be worshiped. He felt anointed and proud as they collapsed together.

He stifled a giddy laugh of delight against her inner thigh, kissing as she pushed him off her sex, needing to catch her breath. He still ached deep with need, but sex has a way of letting you ignore pain, his previously cut up hands, wounded lip and overly pent up cock were a testament to that!

"Uh oh..." He muttered as he saw the look in her eyes when she sat up. He followed her gaze down and his eyes went wide as she kicked her lips. He was worried that she was ready to devour him..."Woah!" He gasped in surprise as she launched at him with unnatural speed and had him pinned beneath her in mere seconds! "I surrender!" He yelled out, actually a little bit scared, but wildly aroused as well!

Looking to the side, he tested her grip on his wrists. "Fuck, you're strong!" He admitted, in shock. Then pressed his head back into the bed and groaned as she rubbed herself against him. "Unnnnnnn!" He was excited, a servant to their lust. She was amazing, she expertly shifted and took him within her without hands!


Her order to fuck her and the example of how she wanted it done forced the breath from Tristran's lungs, making him swear. "Fuck! God!" He tried to reach out for her, but she still had him pinned. He watched her lips, wide eyed as she pronounced her command to fuck her and beg to cum. Nodding his head, he felt flushed, burning with a fever of lust and need.

Then... She rolled to her back and brought him atop her, locking her legs round his waist, trapping him there! A willing prisoner to her desires! Her kiss burning at the edges of his soul, her legs drawing him further into her tight embrace!

He began to thrust, feeling lost in a sea of passion, all encompassing, all consuming passion! She was the only salvation in sight, so he swam to her, through a raging storm, easy thrust like a crashing wave, threatening to take him under and drown him in desire! "Mistress! Please! Save me! Give me your blessing! Bid me to cum! Give me the mercy of that little death?! Please?" He hid his face in her neck, his voice strained with emotion as he fucked her, yet made love to her. Roughly, but with his soul exposed, wanting to know her permission to cum.

 

[Kaena]

She had seen the flash of fear in his eyes when she sat up on the bed. In that brief moment it fed into a deep primal part of her. His plea of surrender betrayed his fear as well, but more so screamed of his arousal by the situation. She tighted her grip on his wrists as he struggled to pull free, a deep growl of arousal resonating from her throat. It was if the room was filled with his lust and desire to be consumed by her.

Her lips remained pressed to his, feeding off his desire as she pulled him deeper inside of her. She could feel his body trembling beneath her with barely contained passion. She knew it would only take one word from her to set him off, but she held back. Her tongue danced wickedly against his as she sucked on his lips. She paused at the taste blood in her mouth. How had that happened.? She realized that is must have happened when she was in the throes of passion beneath his wickedly talened mouth.. She sucked lightly on his torn lips before pulling away, gasping as he thust deep inside her.

Her legs tightened around him as his body began to move in unison with hers. His cock drove deep into her molten core, which in turned constricted it around it with each tremor of pleasure she felt. He fucked her like a man desperate for his life and she was his only means of salvation. Her hips arched up off the bed to meet each thrust, her moans deepening as her breath quickened. She was already so close to coming again.

She almost didn't hear him at first, his face buried in her neck muffling his words. When she finally heard his desperate plea it took all her being to stop herself from losing all control and tumbling over edge into. She could hear the emotion in his voice as he begged her. His body practically vibrated with his need. As another wave of pleasure shot through her body, she reached up and grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she fought for that last bit of control she had left.

“Cum with me my pet,” she said, breathlessly, moaning loudly as she arched up into him once agian. With one last cry she threw away all her control and gave into the delicious sensations his cock was creating between her legs. She clung desperately to him, her body writhing in ecstasy beneath him. With each thrust he was pushing her higher and higher to a point where she feared she would never come back down. She was barely able to catch her breath from her first orgasm before another tore through her. Her pussy savagely clamped down on his questing member, milking it for every last drop it was able to give. Finally she collapsed against the bed breathing heavily, her body covered in a soft sheen of sweat as she looked up into his lustful gaze.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran was truly naked before Mistress Malcanthet, she knew his fear, his lust and now she had tasted his blood. There was nothing left to give her but his soul and perhaps his seed, if she allowed him to. Her kiss drew him into her being almost as deeply as the velvet contours of her sex. She was a paragon of femininity as she danced with him upon her bed.

In the brief moment before he succumbed to his deepest ache and began begging her for permission to cum inside her, he felt their union come fully together, they were like one being all of a sudden, nothing separated them. No words needed to be spoken, save for the emotion they held and her permission to cum with her!

He could barely believe he had heard those words fall breathlessly from her lips, but indeed, they had! In that instant, he, too, lost himself completely, consumed by the passion and power of their, dare he call it love making? It was clearly two beings caught up in a maelstrom of desperate ecstasy, and there was an undeniable undercurrent of ache to give and tenderness to receive caught up in it all.

He clung to her, keeping his face burried in her neck, whispering a desperate litany of half incoherent, lust fueled thoughts, pleas for more, gratitude for being freed of the burden of his seed. He even weeped a little during her second orgasm, when he felt her milking him for every last drop of his seed.

When she collapsed, sheening with sex fueled sweat and looked up at him, he felt like he was staring down at a goddess. Sure, his gaze was full of lust, but there was wonder and even fear mixed in those eyes that regarded her as he alternated between holding his breath and panting for air. "My goddess..." His lips mouthed, mutely, trying to comprehend what they had just shared. "You have awakened me to true pleasure! I will never again know such perfect beauty as the power you hold over my soul!" He reached up to caress her cheek, in complete awe of her.

In that moment, he would have asked for nothing more than for her to sprout wings of leather, wrap them around him in a cocoon and simply drag him back down to hell to lay with him trapped inside of her for the rest of eternity, if she so desired.

 

[Kaena]

She lay beneath him, struggling to catch her breath. The mortal body she possessed did not have the stamina or energy that she had when in true form, a minor inconvenience at times like this. She could feel him softening inside her, a testament to his own release. His eyes were glazed over with a lust as he looked down at her but she could see the reverential fear as well. It was a look she knew well and had seen on many men before when they had fallen completely under her spell.

"My goddess..." She laughed at his words. “I am as far from a goddess as they come, my pet,” she mused, shaking her head. She reached up and placed her hand on his throat, her eyes darkening as her anger rose. “I do not belong to anyone. You would do well to remember that.” The feel of his hand on her cheek pulled her back to the present and her anger disappeared just as quickly as it rose. She didn't know if it was his touch or his words that had calmed her, but it wasn't something she was used to.

“You have yet to know what truly I am capable of,” she purred, moving her hand from his throat to run it through his hair. Pulling him down to her she kissed him before gently pushing him off her. The feel of his soft cock sliding from her sent a shiver down her spine and had she not been already spent from her last orgasm, she would have gladly continued where they had left off. Pulling him close to her, she pressed her body to his, enjoying the feel of his heated skin against hers. As a creature of the underworld she had no use for sleep, but, Ludmilla did. If she didn't allow the girl to rest, her body would be useless to her.

Wrapping her arms around him, she held him tight as she let her eyes start to drift closed. As they lay there in comfortable silence she thought of their plot against the king, an evil grin crossing her face as she thought of what she would do to the unsuspecting man.

“Sleep now my pet,” she said, kissing his shoulder. “You will be no use to me sleep deprived.” With those words she allowed sleep to take over Ludmilla's body and she slipped back into the underworld to wait for them both to awake. She was amused to see how Ludmilla would react waking naked beside the prince, before she once again took over her body.

 

[Ravenloft]

"It may be so, but you have claimed my very soul and I wish only to be your devoted worshiper..." Tristran whispered in a rush after she had released his throat. He did not flinch or tremble when she had grasped his neck, he only melted a little, a sure sign he was hers completely. "No, Mistress, it is I, who belongs to you!" He admitted, trembling now. "I long to know, once this is all over, strip me of my soul and do with me as you please! I could not hear to live the rest of my life in this fleshly prison when I am consumed with my need to follow you!" This, he admitted just before she gently pushed him off of her.

Tristran felt complete, nestled in her arms, it was a comfort he hadn't known in many years and it made him feel whole. Sleep took him as well, but not before he kissed her and breathed in the scent of her hair to put his soul at ease. "I love you..." He whispered to the night just as his eyes closed and his breath went even in slumber and he began to dream... Or was it a dream?

 

[Kaena]

Malcanthet wasn't home long before her mind drifted to the mortal prince she had left behind at the castle. As much as she tried to keep herself busy with the abundance of men she had at her beck and call, she found she got no satisfaction from them and her mind kept turning back to Tristran. She found herself smiling at the memory of his whispered words of love as he fell asleep and quickly tried to shake awake the warm feeling it was giving her. Men didn't love her, they lusted after her, they craved her. But never in the thousands of years, and the many man she had be-spelled had she ever had one that truly loved her. And maybe with Tristan it was just her power of lust that was making him say such silly things, but, for some reason it seemed more genuine than something just her power could make him say.

Pushing way the young man she had buried between her legs, she strode to a large mirror that hung by the bed. Her true form stared back at her. Even in her true form men found her beautiful. Her skin was ebony that shined when touched by light. Her body was that of a young woman early in her prime, despite the many years she had been alive. Her breasts were full and perky, similar to the ones she had given Ludmilla and her hips and ass curved nicely to give her a sensual figure. On her back hung a large pair of wings and a pointed tail grew from the base of her spine. She was a formidable creature, both in her beauty and in the horror she could instill in the hearts of mortal men. She wondered how Tristran would react if he saw her like this.

Passing a hand over the mirror the scene changed before her to that of the room where Tristran slept still held in Ludmilla's arms. She watched him sleep for a moment before smiling to herself. Why should she be bored there alone while he slept? It was time he saw her true form anyways, if he was going to be hers forever.

“Come to me Tristran,” she whispered, her voice carrying through the astral plane to speak to his soul. She watched as he shifted in his sleep and a figure appeared above him. She smiled and beckoned the figure forward, pulling his soul into the underworld with her. Once he passed through the mirror into the room where she stood his soul manifested itself as a double of him. She walked up to him and placed her hand behind his head, pulling him into her for a deep kiss.

“Welcome to what will become your new home soon my pet,” she whispered in his ear, her naked body pressing against his. She trailed her sharp nails down his skin, her dark red eyes looking deep into his. Wrapping her arms around him, she picked him up and flew over to the large bed on the other side of the room before laying him down on the red satin sheets. Letting her eyes travel along his naked body she licked her lips, her sharp teeth peaking from her parted lips. “What do you think of me now boy?”

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran was dumbfounded, one moment, he was asleep, dreaming about all the ways he would find to please the magnificent queen of Succubi, Malcanthet, the next, his soul was bidden from his body, through the astral plane, to the realms that belonged to his forever Mistress! And his soul was immediately scoured by the power of her deep kiss! He hadn't had a moment to breath, let alone think!

Her sweet, nectar like saliva seemed to linger on his tongue, from her kiss and the silk of her voice in his ear sent bolts of pleasure up and down his spine! Oh, those delicious words! Welcome, home and pet! He nearly swooned in her arms! Only stayed standing due to the press of her luscious, naked flesh! The bite of her sharp nails made him shudder and the look in her eyes devoured his heart whole!

She embraced him and launched into the air, bringing him to her bed! It was only then that he became aware of his own nudity. Utterly exposed and completely vulnerable, he was aware that in her true form, if she so chose, she could tear him apart with her bare hands! I felt no fear though, even as she asked him what he thought of her and showed him her fangs.

With gentle boldness, he smiled up at her from his place in her bed, his eyes bright with awe and soft with love. He dared to place one trembling hand on her cheek as she hovered over him and whispered, his voice trembling as much as his hands. "I love you, my Goddess and my queen." His words were true, there was no lie in his heart. That was the power of her realm, no man could lie to her here! They had to profess all of their desires, no matter how sick, how depraved, and yet, he professed only love?!