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[Lacewing]

She gasps as he runs his toung over the lips of hr virigina, she found her hips pressng up twords his face, the shape he took nearly unnoticed to her though he may have found it serprising in that it was not a overaly attractive man, rather plain but work hardy, likely looking alot like someone she knew.

Which it was, a boy her age who came to chop the wood and other minor tasks for her Mistress and herself. But he had been there that day....

He was gone from her life as well.

All thoughts of the boy were gone as the waves of pleasure came and her body shook, and she wimpered with unfamiliar waves of pleasure that struck her body with a force to take her breath away

 

[cgraven]

Temptation of the flesh being my special torment I tempt brides body to greater excesses as I drive her over the edge to the first orgasm her body has ever experienced..

The fingers slip into to her young vagina to find the slight swelling with in to torment it and to bring new waves of pleasure to Birdie. My mouth devours and teases her enflamed nipples hands massaging her firm young breasts. No spot no area that would bring pleasure to her body is neglected. I will torment her with waves of pleasure tell she willingly begs to be taken.

 

[Lacewing]

She arches nearly screaming iwth the intense pleasure, panting her body craving more, she can't help it, like an animal she pants, calling him to touch her, have her, make her his.

 

[cgraven]

Birdie screams her need, pants like a bitch in heat and arches her body to me.
And in that instance of her vulnerability I take her. And she is left with child and her power restored.. I evaporate into mist, her full payment to come later.

 

[Lacewing]

She finds herself suddenly alone, and sits up looking at the tattoos glimmering with restored power. she clunches her hands still trying to calm herself and tears of.. defeat... rolling down her cheeks. She gets up and locates her clothing scattered on the ground reading to return home.

She had her revenge. She was yet to figure out if it was worth it.

 

[cgraven]

Birdie has had what she asked for her revenge. I have left her with child, and the longing for the pleasure I have given her. She will never be allowed a lover other than myself all who approach her will die. Interwoven in her symbols of power are wards of my own unseen unknown to her, but they will keep my toy safe, reserved for my pleasure alone.

 

[Lacewing]

Time passes---

The young sorceress sat in her tower meditating, actually since her first experence she hadn't had much thought of wanting anyone...

No one but him.

She gritted her teeth and tried to clear her thoughts. WHY? she couldn't hardly breath some nights with the need of him, of his touch.

There had been other men, wanting the attention of the young and suposedly lonely ssorceress but she scorned them.

Besides she had a growing life in her that needed her attention.

She added to the markings on her body, now the interlocking patterns and runes traveled all the way down her back to the top of her buttocks, down her shoulders and her arms to make rings around her fingers, up her feet to her knees and cirlcing her neck and framing her face like a mask both adding a mystery to her features and enhancing the beatuy of her eyes. Down her belly protective runes circled ending at her pubic hair.

She rubbed the swell of her belly with a slightly softer smile, her revenge was a mixed blessing. While she seemed cursed with.. a lust she couldn't hardly controle other than to fixiate on the objct that gave it to her. She had a child.. and her life and magic.

She's not sure if she would have done it again if given a chance to redo her past.

 

[cgraven]

Every night in her fevered dreams I would come to bride and I would take her.

Sometimes in tender love other times in violent rape. Where she was forced to sever me with her mouth or anus, depending on my mood that night. But always she was left panting with pleasure, to the degree that it was almost a torture, for the longing it left in her.

Till one night after I had foully used her in her dreams. I waited till she awoke. So Birdie would now know that she was not only being used in her dreams but in reality. So that there would be no doubt that I was her master and she my slave.

“My pet did you enjoy last night as much as I did?”

 

[Lacewing]

She was still sweatdrenched and wanting, staring at him with wide eyes as he stood over her and wispered "yes" quietly the runes covering her body glowling a faint silver, she had changed alot from that little girl he first took. She watched him wondering what he ment to do.

 

[cgraven]

"Birdie on you hands and knees. I wish to use your body. Tell me how you wish to be used, or shall think of something."

I had come to torment again my little toy. She would pay and pay and pay forr her revenge in this life and the next.

 

[Lacewing]

Gravid with pregnacy she got on all fours looking over her slim shoulders glowing runes adding an interesting light in the darken room "please" she begged "please take me," her eyes begged, with such feeling, more than what he planted in her.

Almost as if he hadn't placed that need in her she might still want him.

Maybe the girl was just kinky

 

[cgraven]

Hands with clawed nails grip her trim waist; a forked tongue lashes her exposed and waiting sex. It slithers the length of those puffy rose pedal folds, dividing the moist silken folds, stabs at he enflamed clit, to then probe deeply into her. Other hands maul her young breasts, clawed nails rake across aroused nipples. Unbearable pleasure is mixed with mild pain as Bride succumbs to a powerful orgasm.

Now as her body quivers in pleasure and desire the instrument of lust parts those swollen and aroused rose pedal lips to again slip in side Birdie. And a slow powerful thrusting starts as I swell to fill every inch of that tight passage. As I claim her again.

 

[Lacewing]

She rocks her hips back agianst him gasping and panting with pleasure her eyes closed tightly feeling nothing else, sweat soaked body moving witha rythym he set. She cries out as another orgasm hits her her sex closing tighter around him.

"please!" whatever she was asking was lost as she pressed herself farther against him, feeling him buried deep within her.

 

[cgraven]

“Please”

Birdie’s voice a whimpering plea. The rest lost as the first wave of orgasm hits her. I am relentless as I drive into her. She is filled, stimulated, from the core of her being where that shaft pistons her delicate sex . Her firm young breasts teased , stimulated, till she is submerged in so much erotic pleasure it is almost torture to her ravaged body. Still I play her aroused body like a musical instrument, plucking each string separately or in combination till Birdie is sweat soaked and in the throws of unending waves of pleasure.

It is such sweet torture.

 

[Lacewing]

She screams her orgasms bady arching back into his unable to move but were he dictated.

Till the pleasure became agony and yet still she was a toy to him till she blacked out, body becoming limp in his hold.

 

[cgraven]

And the demon Gothwayne disappeared. Leaving the young sorceress to her fate.

 

[Lacewing]

It wasn't long that the sorceress found herself alone and straining, wishing the promised nursemid would show, but she had a feeling no one would.

Rumor that her lover, and father of her child was a demon, and few had the currage to face the sorceress, even when alone and in the pain of childbirth.

 

[cgraven]

In Bride’s time of delivery alone abandoned by man the daemon Lethe the temptress of Adam comes as mid wife to the young sorceress. In the stench of firer and brimstone she is delivered of a calmly girl child. with eyes that could even at birth tempt men to sin. The deaconess lays the child in Bride’s arms and leaves the young mother alone in gales of fiendish laughter.

 

[Lacewing]

Left alone with her child she looked the girl over, perfect in every way, non could tell her parentage, bright beautiful eyes looked into hers and she smiled holding her child close, a girl to continue the family line.

She didn't feel so alone in the world.

The girl grew as all children would, rambuncious, there was a darker side to the girl which showed early in her life, but Bridie found her to be no worse than any other child.

Her apatude for magic nearly made the young sorceress envious, but when the little girl called her first elemental at the age of 3 and was just so pleased and showed her accomplishment to her mother, the sorceress could not be made and ony smile happily with the happy child as well and praise her.