The Warlock's Slave

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Tanellos LaFeverre

Tanellos dug the point of the heavy silver blade into his palm and pressed his hand against that of Alexander to his left, the West. He passed the blade to the right, offering up his other hand to be cut by the Eastern warlock Thaddeus, eventually joining hands once more. One pulse flowed through the circle, all four men shared the same blood, but it did not bring the comfort which Tan usually found in this circle. Their blood was hot, hot in his veins and corrosive with judgment. A chorus of moans sounded from the flickering shadows of the forest at their backs, the other warlocks' wards, pets and playthings, reacting to the dense magical energy flowing outward from this ancient and powerful circle.

"Brother Tanellos!" Nathaniel of the North exclaimed, his powder blue eyes bearing into him from under the lip of his deep black hood. "I sense you are troubled, disturbed. Your pulse is fast and your blood feels unprepared for the great responsibility that has been given you."

"I am most prepared brother, but I can feel your judgment before you have given it voice." Tan replied curtly, green eyes matching the blue ones of their opposite in fire and intensity. "Your judgment burns through my veins like battery acid, yet here I stand. The coven is the truth and the circle is the light."

"Your loyalty is well known and your ability infallible. But your sympathy for those who do not share our insight or talents may be your downfall." Alexander weighed in, turning to face Tanellos. "You must have a vessel prepared before the next full moon, or all of our preparation will be in vein. The power that we have gained access to shall be lost forever."

Four hearts assumed the same tempo, beating in time as an urgent understanding flowed through them all. Tanellos needed a ward, one to initiate to the coven and keep for the purposes of the ceremony, the solstice, the alignment of the sacred vessels.

"I shall find a vessel. The urgency is not lost on me." Tanellos said at last, his gruff whisper barely audible above the women screaming and wailing behind them. "I will not fail in this."

"So you shall not..." Nathaniel said resolutely, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Demo-Tomblerus-Na'andi-Tenovus-Problunt-..."

The fire rose up, lapping curls of black smoke into the purple sky and sending up a shower of sparks. The Northern warlock utilizing the power of the coven to cast a powerful spell. Soon Alexander and Thaddeus joined voice with their leader, chanting the long spell in a language that had long been forgotten.

"No! Don't you dare!" Tanellos objected, attempting to break his hands free from the circle, feeling his power bleeding into the spell against his will. "Not like this! I can handle this myself! Let go!"

The other men's fingers dug into Tanellos' hands and held him in the circle, soon even Tanellos was chanting the spell, his tongue a lost appendage to the potent magic that was being imposed upon him. The spell to find him a partner, to summon forth a likely candidate for the ceremony.

At last the spell was completed and a wave of sparks and pure energy expanded outward from the fire, all the women on the outskirts climaxing at once. There was a long, tense silence as the fire died down to red and black embers. Only ragged panting from within and without the circle broke the silence until the faint sounds of snapping twigs and desperate running drew closer and closer.

"There she is..." Nathaniel smirked confidently, summoning over his two girls with a faint motion of his hand. "Go claim your prize."

"Bastard..." Tanellos panted, casting the deep hood off his head in a flutter of ebony hair that hung to around his chin. "You'll pay for this vile trick. Mark my words."

Tanellos jogged out of the orange firelight, his green eyes glowing brighter as he willed them to cut through the darkness. She was running blind, barely clothed and in the most impractical shoes he'd ever even imagined. She was going to hurt herself. Nathaniel's weak magic had earned him a weak candidate. How could she possibly become worthy of being a vessel for a ceremony of such value and importance.

"Where are you running to, little one?" Tanellos asked, his voice coming from all directions at once. "Or perhaps I should ask, what are you running from? She that runs from herself never gets very far. Don't you know that?"

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Tanellos watched with frustration and disdain as the pathetic little vessel that his brothers had summoned up for him against his will. If he'd had the choice he would have chosen one much more seasoned, more versatile, more worldly. There was no turning back now, though. The girl was bound to the coven through this spell, bound to him through duty. She ran and screamed, aimless in her terror, directionless in her flight. As her inappropriate shoes sank into the damp underbrush she stumbled and fell.

Tan's thick leather boots barely made a sound as he dashed through the pitch black forest, moving faster than ought to have been possible, utilizing his brethren's blood still coursing through his veins. He was too late to spare her designer dress from becoming tangled in the brambles and underbrush, being torn from her body and leaving her pale flesh exposed in the moonlight. He managed to halt her fall before she landed among the thorns and branches which would have scraped and scarred her body, a sacrifice Tanellos didn't desire to suffer unless the scrapes and wounds were inflicted by he himself.

The girl struggled as she felt masculine hands upon her bare skin, but Tanellos held her down firmly, not wanting her to do herself any more harm from struggling.

"Just relax. Nobody's going to hurt you, as long as you don't hurt yourself." Tanellos whispered huskily into the girl's ear, wrapping her in his heavy cloak which spun off his shoulders in a flourish. "You have nowhere to run to, nothing to return to. Your life has become Mine, resisting that fact will only cause you pain. To accept your new role, you will be rewarded by immense pleasure."

Tanellos clutched her slender, firm young body against him tightly, letting her feel his strength through the fabric that separated them. His boots scooted her strappy shoes together as he lifted her up from the ground, wrapping her tighter in the heavy cloak. He allowed his hands to roam the outline of her body as he lifted her back to her feet, tugging on the cloak until she was immobile, a tight little package of humanity.

"What is your name?" Tanellos asked, his tone as cold and unemotional as ever, lips grazing the outer shell of her ear. "My name is Tanellos, but you may call me Master or Sir. I shall be your benefactor from today forward, you shall come to depend on me and respect me above all else. In return I shall show you wonders beyond imagining and grant you powers beyond anything you've ever encountered."

Tanellos' hands roamed slowly over the outline of her breasts, feeling and examining the body he was charged with making his in one short week. The other hand wound its way through the fold of the cloak to gently stroke against her bare, already damp and quivering sex.

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"Shhhh, hush child. The place from whence you have come is no longer your home." Tanellos insisted, the wind itself whistling through the trees and kicking up stray leaves as he shushed her, his words washing over her mind, body and soul; hypnotic in their certainty, reassuring in their finality. "You are no longer Veronica, you are no one to the people you have known before. You are now Fae, the personal slave and vessel to Tanellos. I am Tanellos, but you shall never address me by name. Henceforth, I shall be known to you as Master. You will do as you are commanded at all times or you shall bear the consequences of my displeasure. If you prove worthy of it, I shall grant you pleasure and joys beyond anything you've ever imagined from the world you knew before. Now, say 'Yes, Master' and seal this contract."

As he spoke, Tanellos worked his fingers against Veronica's moist little slit. Index and middle fingers moving up along the underside of her rapidly swelling little clit, cradling it in the narrow valley where the two digits met and stroking it farther out into the open as his thumb worked the top, gently pulling back the fleshy little hood. Veronica's body jolted slightly as soon as his fingers made contact, the still strong magic that flowed through them both was reacting to the magic, this sexual contact making her purpose rise to the forefront. Neither of them had chosen this, it simply was; resisting the tangible chemistry and alchemy that bound them together would have been a dangerous exercise in futility.

As Veronica reacted to Tanellos' ministrations to her body and to a lesser extent to his words, the warlock pulled her body as close to his upper body as he could manage, using his hand on her breast. He ran his tongue slowly along the outer edge of her ear, his breath washing inside, clouding her mind with sexual heat. Dragging out her darkest desires and deepest urges... Then all at once, he stopped.

Everything ended abruptly, in fact he was several feet away from her in the blink of an eye. His green eyes cutting through the darkness and into her soul as he stared her down from a distance. He was wearing black clothes, and looked ominous even without the heavy cloak. Wordlessly he beckoned her, soundlessly he demanded of her. The time for running away was over, she needed him, he knew that she knew this now. It was time for her to admit it to herself and run to him.

It was time for her to make the choice for herself, to willingly throw herself upon his mercy. To bind herself to his will and desires from this day to eternity.

"Come to your Master, Fae. Come join your new life. Come accept the pleasure. Come relish the pain..."

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