Virgin Sacrifice (closed for Rahyne)

Aldoran Xolurth pulled his robes closer around himself and walked briskly along the street. How could he have been so naive? How could this error have happened to him? You didn't grew 532 years old by making mistakes.

People moved out of his way very fast, he was known in Gorand, the capital city of Harandia. He had lived in a tower outside the walls for nearly 2 centuries now and saw five sieges and 3 changes of rulership. And with exception of that one army nobody had bothered him with their childish war business. Perhaps the fact that this first army that had tried to raze his tower was now guarding it in form of skeleton-warriors where discouraging enough.

For nearly 5 decades the new peace was holding which was making things simpler for him. People slowly grew accustomed to have a powerful warlock living so close by and visiting the city from time to time and so he could obtain all the things he needed without having to resort to violence.

Perhaps all those amenities and the luxury of being able to live in peace for so long had made him careless and now he was in a strange situation that brought feelings back he last experienced over 500 years ago. But all that would again be a thing of the past if he got the ritual right. He had all the ingredients he needed for the ritual, everything except the virgin. Luckily the current rulers of Harandia had reinstated slavery for various purposes and so even acquiring a virgin shouldn't be a real problem.

Aldoran finally reached the slave market and now his progress was slowed down by the simple fact that many people simple didn't see him approaching. He considered using magic to part the masses, but his problem wasn't that urgent and so he slowed down and used more mundane ways to reach the slavers. After few inquiries he was let to a simple cage with a girl in it. He approaches the cage and threw back his hood to reveal a handsome face, with medium length black hair, a well tended beard and piercing blue-grey eyes, that looked like he was in his mid twenties. If everything went right this would stay this was for a long time to come.

Payment was due on the land, Sybil Malone’s family was stressing. With the pending drought and only the one horse and cow, they didn’t know what to do. When the collector came by, they found themselves empty handed.
“Where are the shillings you owe?” he demanded.

With Sybil in the background, she could see her mother and father plea. “We do not have it sire. We will be able to pay you next month.”

“Unacceptable! You will be thrown in the dungeon for this treachery.”; the booming voice echoed.

“Please sire, no. We cannot due to our daughter.”

“Then she will be your fee. She will be sold in the market as a slave and will pay for your way.”; the brute exclaimed with a side smirk eyeing Sybil in the background.

All three gasped in horror. “No she’s our daughter. We won’t let her go!” ;mother pleading on her knees.

Sybil stepped forward when she saw her mother. There was nothing that they could do and she needed to save her parents.

“Momma, let me do this for the family. I’m 18 and pure. The price for me will be enough to take care of the family for months. I will find you when I am released.” ; said in a small voice.

Wise for her years, her father and mother knew she was right. In tears they gave a final kiss to their young daughter. “Smart girl you have here Malone’s.” the guard states before taking her by the arm and throwing her up on the horse like a rag doll. “You best have the money in 3 months time; otherwise your wife will be sold next Malone.”

The last Sybil found of her parents was her mother buried in her father’s chest crying. For the next few weeks the beefy guard had used her as his own slave. From up keeping the house and cooking, to servicing his personal needs with her mouth. For he knew the price of a virgin was high on a slave market. Let alone one like Sybil.

She stood 5’6” with a slender but firm body. Her chest holding perky D’s while her long brown thick hair was pulled back in a braded bun. Her emerald green eyes were accented by the high cheek bones that were always in a rose color. The long slender fingers were a perfect length for the nails that she adorned.

It didn’t take long for her hair to become matted and her eyes dull. Especially when down time was spent in a small iron cage in the barn. The guard could see that if he waited any longer, that she would not of value at the market. So he ordered her to undress and get into the cage. There she sat as he threw into the back of his wagon and took her to the market.

The hollering of other patrons around her, the wagon stopped. Soon the guard took her and a few other slaves to his spot. He quickly offloaded her to the ground in the cage and the other stood behind her in chains. Hating the fact that she was the spectacle of the market, she curled up into a tiny ball attempting to hide the nakedness.

“I have a special for you! A Virgin for sale! Virgin for sale!” the guard yelled. It was then the tall man stood near her cage. She couldn’t see who it was but could feel his eyes bore into her. When she glanced up, it was then she could see his long black hair and blue-grey eyes. He created this aurora around him that seemed to push everyone away. Was this the man that was going to purchase her as his slave? What did he have planned with that devilish smirk?

Aldoran didn't quite care for her looks, he needed a virgin and that was all. This specimen looked alright, a bit dirty and with matted hair but all this didn't matter. He didn't want to waste any more time on this filthy market then he had to. Besides that, money really wasn't an issue for him.

He talked to the slaver, asking permission to examine the girl. When he was satisfied that she really was a virgin he asked for the price and then paid him 2/3 of that. He was not in the mood for haggling but he was not stupid either.

From beneath his robes he produced a simple slave collar with a leather leash and handed it to the slaver. The man put the collar around her neck and handed the leash to Aldoran.

The warlock looked around the market for a clothing stall. He would not walk around town with a nude girl, this would draw to much attention even for him. He found a merchant selling simple looking cloaks and walked there, pulling the girl after him. There he bought a crude brown cloak, handed it to the girl and told her to cover herself.

Finally he started to walk back out of town in the direction of his tower, still deciding if he really should walk all the way or summon some kind of transportation as soon as they left the walls behind them.

Sybil hated being drug around the town like a dog. Yet she knew better than to pull it off. “At least” she breathed; “I’m out of the cage for a bit.” It felt good to walk and stretch her muscles, even if it was behind the new owner. She was assessing him from behind. He was tall, dark, and mysterious with a hint of frustration or was it something different. She couldn’t decide yet. Stretching, Sybil tried to make out his voice. It was recognition of sorts for her. There wasn’t much that she could hear for all the town folk were louder than his speech.

A soft “Thank You Master” was given when Aldoran handed her the cloak. She slipped it over her shoulders and stood two paces behind as he led her through the rest of the city. She was happy to be away from the guard that took her from her mom and dad. Yet, she was deathly afraid of the man that did purchase her.

There was something about this man, she couldn’t pin point it. He moved like he was on a mission, passing the town folk. Inquisitively she kept close behind her new Master. Once they passed the gates of the town, he stood there as he was making a life or death decision.

Aldoran contemplated for a moment if the ritual required of the virgin to be sane, but couldn't quite remember anything about that being written. She should be untouched by any other man and 'cleansed' which probably was a good idea anyway. Her mind didn't factor into the ritual and so he decided that walking back was just to much bother.

He turned towards her and offered at least a little warning before he cast his spell:

"I will summon transportation for us.".

With that he moves his hands in an intricate pattern for nearly a minute. Then he stood still and waited for the gate to open.

A whining sound started somewhere in front of them, growing to a howling that was a mix of a storm trying to fit through a narrow gap and the wailing of beasts in pain. The sound was accompanied by a dark spot that twisted and twirled, interwoven with red and blue lightning slowly growing into a maelstrom so great and menacing that you had to avert your eyes.

Then the sound and wind died down and left a misshapen mass there. It was black and leathery, had wings and 4 legs, a head with tentacles and 2 tails. It's form seemed to move and twist in ways entirely unnatural.

The beast turned its head and looked at the girl. It had more eyes then two but how many seemed to change with the form as well. Then it saw Aldoran and bowed it's head, recognizing the man who had summoned it and bowed it's head.

Aldoran didn't wait for the girl to react in any way. He grabbed her with the cloak and deposited her on the beast, right behind the wings. Then he got up himself, sat behind the girl and held her tight. He couldn't help but realize that she was apparently still well fed and her body seemed to have the curves in all the right places.

The beast flapped his wings and they jumped into the air, turning away from the city and picking up speed.

Confused she looked to her master when he stated he was summoning transportation. There was more to him than she realized. Inquisitively wondering if she would ever be able to see what it is about him. No one knew Sybil and how inquisitive and loving she could be. Instead she was always ordered around and demanded never to say anything to anyone. She was a slave. She was taught not to speak very quickly with the guard.

Sybil shielded her face and tried to protect her ears from the loud screeching noise that appeared. She glanced from her cloak when it silenced, trying to figure out what it was. Before she could tell what it was; she was ripped from the ground and put on the animal that stood in front of us. It was a mixture of hard and soft underneath her body. Adjusting her seating so the animals hide and feathers would not poke her in places unmentioned, she could feel her master behind her.

Aldoran’s strong arm wrapped around her and claimed her body hard against his. Sybil didn’t dare move except for when the beast started to take flight; she attached herself to his arm. Petrified of heights, she looked down and watched her past disappear in twilight sky. She had no trust in the man holding her. If he wanted to, he could drop her in a moment’s notice. The thought of her plummeting to her death made her stomach turn. Piercing her eyes shut, all she could do is repeat; ‘I am not afraid. I am not afraid. I am a strong woman and I am not afraid.’

Sybil decided she would try to feel what her master was like. He has proven that he’s magical and strong. But what was he really like? Her shoulders nestled into his chest. Well he is muscular, demanding, and dark. His chin rested right near her ear and could hear him breathing in unison with the beasts wings. Nestled between her ass cheeks was his engorged strained member. Her eyes widen thinking how will she be able to please him. The guard wasn’t that large and she could barely get him in.

Finally descending from the air, her eyes fixated on the spot he was taken them. The dark grey limestone glistened in the night dew and moonlit night. The refection of the almost full moon beamed in the water below. There were no roads, no fire, and no way to tell where they were or who lived there. With an easy landing the beast folded in his wings and leaned down. When Aldoran released his grasp, she slid down the beast and stood there. Glancing to the head of the beast that just carried her, she smiled as an unspoken thank you.

She was pressed close to him during that flight and he could feel something stir. Was it possible that his meddling in magic he couldn't control had not only taken away his immortality but also given him back something he hadn't missed?

In theory he knew that he should feel passion or love or at least lust but he hadn't done so in the last 500 years or so. He hadn't missed it either but now it seemed to be back and it was strange. On one hand it was disturbing, it seemed to brush away his rational thought and replace it with something more basic, something he disdained. But it also felt good and right somehow.

He tried to get his mind back in more normal patterns but recognized that this new feeling was apparently also affecting his body. His cock had grown steel hard and it was pressing against his trousers. Since the girl was sitting very close to him her movement on the nether-beasts back made her ass rub against him in ways that nearly made him moan.

Luckily his tower by the bay came into view and he finally could get his mind back to more rational thoughts. He guided the beast to land beside the entrance, jumped from the back and then grabbed the girl to help her down. Was he really being more careful this time? Was he helping her to climb down instead of simply dragging her from the back? He shrugged his shoulders and with a simple wave of his hand the nether-beast jumped into the air and with some quick flaps was over the open water where it vanished with a wooshing sound.

His servants came lumbering closer. The remnants of the army that had tried to raze his tower were zombies or skeletons all but mostly they keep to the simple wooden barracks that leaned against the base of the stone tower. Now they somehow sensed that there was an intruder, someone who was not known and they came to investigate. Aldoran waved them away as well, they lumbered back into the staring night, the moonlight being kind to the rotten flesh of the zombies but highlighting the bare bones of the skeletons.

Aldoran led his newly acquired slave to the main gate and even if it was not necessary he felt the need for conversation.

"I am Aldoran," he said, "and this is my home."

The doors swung open on their own without a sound and he led her in. Fires sprang to life in chandeliers around the entrance hall which was without any decoration an still felt cold and foreboding.

He went to the stairway leading up and pulled her after him. Was he waiting for her? Was he really pulling her or just guiding her?

"First you will clean yourself," he explained as they entered a room that was much more inviting. It had furs on the walls and on the floor and in the center was a pool filled with steaming and scented water.

Sybil looked at her surroundings. When she saw the servants coming closer she nearly jumped out of her skin. All she could see is the rotting fleshed people walk up towards her. With a small wave of her new master’s hand they left her sight and melted into the scenery that they just came from. When he finally spoke again, his voice had changed from the market. It was more sincere, but still very stern.

Uncertain he would want to know her real name as he could do what he wanted, she softly responded with; “Hello Master Aldoran. You have a lovely establishment. My name is Sybil.”

Jumping as each lantern and chandelier came to life in a loud *poof*, she continued to follow behind him. Her eyes floated around each room with the wood tables, lights, paintings, and hanging tapestry. A light tug at the collar around her neck, she felt her slack off amazed at such a delightful home.

Master Aldoran led her up the spiral staircase. It wasn’t forceful, yet it wasn’t nonchalant either. Passing the small cut outs with Walking up behind him, she flourished at the sight that beholds her. The room was warm with the fur and fire going. The aroma of the scented water in the tub in the middle room with drapes around it filled the room. Almost too excitedly she agreed to bath. It had felt like centuries since Sybil had a bath.

Dropping the cloak from her shoulders, she stepped forward. With a pointed toe, she dipped it into the warm soothing water. Soon to submerge her under it, the dirt and grime started to flow off of her milky skin. Washing her long thick brown hair out, the water became murky. Taking a bucket that was sitting on the side of the tub; she stood in front of her master and poured it over her. The water cascaded over the luscious curves, revealing the milky white skin, her brown semi curls twisted behind her, and dark brown eyes. Leaving the tub, she stood there dripping on the fur rug beneath her.

He watched her while she bathed, watched her every movement, watched as the grime and dirt was washed off to reveal fine skin that complemented her curves. He followed a drop form the bucket over her hair and down her body, sliding around curves and finally reaching the rug on the floor. He was mesmerized without the use of magic.

Now it was obvious. His magical meddling had not only interfered with the function of his body but also somehow changed how he felt. Up until the incident he could look at thing much more rational, without the interference of emotions, but now all this had changed. Not only was his member rock hard, he also started to feel an attraction towards this slave. Sybil was her name. He tried it just to see how it felt to speak it.

"Sybil," then he got back to contemplate what to do with her. The ritual demanded that she was clean, what was clearly the case not, and that she was a virgin, which he had checked on the market. It also required that she would have been to be sacrificed in a rather horrendous way, which probably wouldn't have been a problem a few hours ago for him but now?

He tried to buy time for his decision.

"Sybil, dance for me!" he demanded, continuing to watch her.

Sybil stood there not sure what he really wanted from her. Sweeping up her wet hair with both hands, she began to dance. Swaying her hips from one side to the other, she knew how to lure her master. Being taught by the guard, she roamed her hands over her body while her body sashays from side to side. Slowly she turns revealing her succulent curves, bending over and falling to her knees. With a turn, Sybil faced her master and rose to her knees. With a hand holding up half her hair, the other hand sinks down from her neck to her mound.

She opened her eyes to look at him. Running over his body, Sybil knew that she affecting him in ways that she did the guard. Though this man bought her body to do what he wished. There was nothing that would or could stop him from doing anything to her. His arms crossed over his chest and lifted a hand to under his chin. Continuing to dance for him, she ran her hands through her hair. When their eyes met again, it was like she could feel his thoughts.

He was confused on something. What was it? She wanted to ask, but speaking without permission was causable for punishment. Instead of talking, Sybil crawled over to him. Now directly in front of him, she rose back up to her knees and touched his calf. Her large soft eyes gazing up to his hard face, thin lined mouth, and creased brow. Parting her lips to ask, she hesitated and instead just leaned back offering herself.

The long now almost dried hair, draped behind her with two strands covering her perky breasts. The fire dancing over her creamy skin, a new spark rose in his eyes. Her lips moistened by her tongue, there was something stirring in the room. A darkened presence filled the room as she laid back. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared or accept what it was.

He was being watched, he knew this now, but for now he didn't care. Even in his currently weakened state he was protected and so he concentrated purely on the sight before him. Sybil was a sight to behold. He body was curved in all the right places and her movements awakened more of the lust and desire in him. He needed more, more then just watching her, more then seeing her naked for moving infront of him.

"You dance really nice," he conceded, wondering where she learned such things while still being a virgin. "what else have you learned from your old master?" he asked.

The watcher was drawing closer, and it was as if he could her a faint whisper in his ear...

you need her
you want her
take her
ravish her

Sitting back up, Sybil answered the direct question.

“I have learned how to do several things Master. I know how to take care of your needs.”; running the hand back up his leg and inner thigh. “I also know how to take care of other’s needs if necessary. Plus when commanded to, I can take care of myself with you watching. My old master loved to watch me please myself then have me take care of him and his wife. The household chores were mine to do as well. Afterwards, I would return to my cage until needed again.”

Speaking lowly, Sybil blushed into a crimson red. She had never spoken of the things she did with the Guard and was in a way embarrassed about it. He never treated her to a bath like she just took. Normally it was a cold bucket of soapy water that was left over from the day’s dishes. The bath that she just had was scented hot water that made her feel like a princess.

Her hand rested on the bulge in his pants. Sliding it up and down, she wasn’t sure if she should pull the loose string that was bunching the pants together. There wasn’t much that she didn’t know how to do with her mouth, but anything else it was a completely different story. Figuring this is what he would ask of her next; she twirled her finger around the leather string and tugged it slightly. The loop came loose but there was still more to go.

She spoke of things he had forgotten, things he craved now, things he needed, but there was also some kind of urge to please her as well, he wondered where that came from.

The watcher in the invisible darkness drew nearer.

He watched her hand, marveled at her feather light touch over the fabric of his trousers, wondered what her hand would feel like on his skin, what her mouth would feel, what his mouth could taste...

There was a chuckling in the darkness?

He tried to get his mind to work in ordered though patterns again but his eyes where still fixed on Sybil, on her hand that now was untying his trousers. It was clear that this had to stop now, that he had to put her into her place, get the ritual ready and sacrifice her. So he did the only thing left to him, he ... raised his hips so she could take of his trousers?

The invisible darkness drew around him, switching from a murky black into a lustrous red.

"Show me Sybil," he whispered, half begging, half commanding her.

"Yes sir." Sybil felt the shift in his weight. It was enough that the rest of the strings were pulled loose from his pants. She repositioned herself on the floor in order to tug his pants down. Her bright eyes flickered in the flames around them as they continued to remain with his. There was one thing she knew, someone or something else was there. She could feel it in her body along with the sudden raise of goosebumps on her arms. When the pants were removed, her eyes wavered to the springing rod in front of her and then returned to his eyes.

The thin lengthy fingers wrapped around his shaft one by one. When they went completely around, she started to slide it up and down over his length. Running a finger over the tip, she raised and flicked her tongue over the slit once. He jolted back at the sudden touch, but with her hand tightening he didn’t move very far. Breaking their stare, Sybil focused on him now. Gradually sinking her mouth over the head and shaft and coming back. She knew from the guard what pleasure it gave men to move slowly at first.

Pulling back to the tip, she dipped down further than the previous stroke. The tongue gliding along each vein and swirling around the head, a low moan came from somewhere. Uncertain if it was from him or something else, she continued on picking up the pace in the process. With her hand twisting from side to side and pumping his cock as she bobbed over his stiff length with passion. The luscious brown locks took a red hue as they brushed up against his thighs when she went down on him. When she would come closer to his thighs, the gentle touch hardened her nibbles into hard points.

He starred her in the eyes as she took his cock into her slender hands. The touch alone was more then he could take right now, it took a great afford to keep staring at her without moving. He wanted to know what else she could do, what kind of pleasure she had to offer and she was obliging him.

When she moved down on him, licked him and finally took him into her mouth a deep moan escaped him, a moan that was echoed somewhere from the watcher in the red darkness.

He leaned back in his chair, grabbing the armrests and continued to watch her head slowly move up and down. Her tongue and lips caressed him in ways he never thought possible. Why had he wasted so much time collecting knowledge and power if pleasure like this was just one woman away?

The watcher in the red darkness moved somehow closer and finally he could hear a faint whisper in his ear. The voice was female and the words where short but very clear. "There is so much more."

Another moan escaped his lips as he felt an orgasm approaching slowly. Somehow he knew exactly what it was and he knew that he could control it. An idea began to form in his mind, and he didn't know if it was his or if it came from somewhere else.

He didn't care.

"Stop," he commanded, knowing that Sybil would obey his commands, she had been trained well.

When Sybil heard him in his deep commandeering voice say “STOP”, she removed her hand and mouth from his member. Sitting back down on her legs, she laid her hands in her lap and sat there. The one thing she never heard was “STOP” normally it was “DON’T STOP” with a grab of her hair. Now she was there in front of her new master and he didn’t want her to please him anymore.

“What did I do wrong? Was I not good enough? Is he going to kill me now?”; Sybil kept running through her mind.

The long strands of hair sweeping over her chest as she lowered her head. Awaiting his next command, she fiddled with her thumb nail. There was silence around them except for what she thought was the passing wind. Or was it? Right now, she knew he had magic in him, which meant there is magic in the house. Yet Sybil didn’t know what kind of magic. Men of his statue were only folktales. Now she knows they exist.

The slender body with pointed toes sat there still as a rock afraid to look up at him. She didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes from her first failure. "What punishment will I receive for this?"

He could see the disappointment and more even, the fear on her face. She was thinking that she had done something wrong but this was not the case, was it?

No, the velvet red voice whispered in his ear, she had done everything right, but you need even more.

"That was very good," he said to placate her, "but we should take this elsewhere.".

He got up and pulled his trousers back up as well, tying them around his waist, his engorged cock still visible through the fabric. With a simple gesture of his hand her collar clicked open and fell to the floor. He didn't need it her, she couldn't escape and there where so much more ways to restrain her.

He pointed to the stairs that led further up the tower, to his bedroom.

"Go ahead," he told her, waiting her her to walk up the stairs so he could watch her backside, watch her hips move, watch her slender frame move gracefully.

The bedroom was spacious, it had a great fireplace to one side that was lit and emanating warmth and a low crackling sound. The whole room was decorated with tapestries and rugs. But the main feature was a big bed in the center. It looked soft and inviting with sheets and rugs.

He pulled a chair to him and pointed to the bed. "Take care of you then," he told her, watching her intently, aware that the presence had followed them, waiting just beside him to watch and whisper.

The sound of click echoed in the bath room. She didn’t know what it was until the collar fell to her lap. When he sequestered her to his room, she first followed until he required her to lead. Sybil’s hand bent upwards while each finger was extended delicately as she peered around each corner. There was nothing that spoke more elegance with her than when she walked. Sashaying her hips from side to side, the toes pointed before they touched the ground again. It was just the way she was raised by her momma.

Walking into the soft floor of the bedroom, Sybil looked around. The plush rugs under her feet covered the mixture of stone floor. A bed that looked like it fit a king sat dead center of the room. The tall four corner poster bed adorns a high headboard with pillows and soft sheets. She had never felt such softness beneath her.

When Master demanded her to take care of her on the bed, she crawled on it. Wanting to just crawl into a corner and hide, she just thought to herself:

“No need to be nervous now.”

As Sybil sat there spread eagle with her knees bent, she focused on him. How those hands would possibly touch her. Gripping her hair or her neck and hold her with his strong arms. Wander her body to feel every curvature of her body. His thin lined lips caressing her neck while his warm breath hit her ear with words of dominance and love. In the meantime a hand sunk down between the valleys of her breasts and to the mound. The fingers stretched over her mound and found the now aroused button she was taught to touch in a circular motion.

In mid trance and almost climaxing, a sparkle on Master Aldoran caught Sybil’s eye. She didn’t stop teasing herself, but also didn’t lose focus on him or the sparkle. As she learned from the guard, she began to whimper out. Her orgasm was near the peak and she needed the permission to cum.

"Master May I cum in your name?"

He watched her touch herself, her fingers wandering delicately over her soft body, her mouth slightly open and her breath coming more and more in short, heavy gulps.

He felt the arousal strengthen in him, his desire to replace her hands with his, to tough her, kiss her, take her.

The voice out of the red darkness grew more distinct, more demanding. Again it was female and again the whisper in his ear was sweet as honey but also send a shiver down his spine. Let her cum.

"Come for me Sybil," he said, half commanding and half begging. He felt his hard cock twitch as he watched her, he felt a craving a need grow stronger.

"Watch!" the honey filled voice whispered. Was that a hot breath he felt on his neck?

The intensity grew in his eyes as they kept locked on her. His words came out in a hoarse, but brusque.
“Come for me Sybil.”
She continued to caress her nub; the impending orgasm was sitting on the very edge. Sybil’s mouth fell agape and her head fell back. Instinctively her hips started to roll against her fingers as it coursed through her body like a flood. A loud moan escaping her desirable lips as her sex glistened in the light.

“Master”; she sighed out almost beckoning him to the bed with her.

Leaning back with her hand still over her mound and her knees spreading further for his examination, she waited for his next instruction. While she waited, Sybil thought of the new master’s hands and body leaning against her. How his significant manhood would fill her and tear Sybil apart, however she didn’t care.

A gust of wind blew by what sounded like someone speaking aloud.

“Please him, Desire him, Love him, Honor him and him alone.”

Sitting back up in confusion, she looked deep into his eyes. Sybil knew she wasn’t supposed to show any emotion, but her lips failed and curved upward in the corners. Removing her hand from her mound, she slipped off the bed and kneeled before him.

He watched her cum and writhe on the bed, he saw the pleasure in her eyes, he heard the moan escape her lips and watched the wetness around her sex. He was transfixed.

What had he missed all those long centuries, had it been worth that?

No

What should he do now?

Take her!

Should he really forget the ritual since he was sure that she wouldn't stay a virgin long after he gave in to his desires.

Forget the ritual!

The voice was getting clearer and more demanding, but still staying sweet as honey and soft was velvet.

Aldoran looked around in the room, searching the shadows, but still seeing no one. He shrugged his shoulders, the lust and desire that was welling in him burning away all caution.

When she knelt before him he looked down at her, got up and let his robe fall on the chair. Now he was wearing only his loose fitting trousers. He made a complicated movement with his hands and soft black tendrils appeared out of the posts of the bed, they moved towards Sybil, grabbing her wrists and ankles and hips, caressing her tenderly, wrapping around her and slowly pulling her back to the bed.

He watched her, took another step towards the bed and towards the nude girl, a smile on his face.

Yes!

Struggling against the binds, Sybil quickly learned that they wouldn't hurt her if she didn't. Letting it take her back to the bed, she watched her new master walk with a strain pressing against his pants. It was one that she had seen when he pulled his pants back up.

She finally reached the bed and it had forced her to lay down. With her spread eagle, nothing was hidden from him. The tight curls covering her mound, the moistness of her labia, the heaving of her chest as her breathing hitched.

"Serve him, Love him, Honor him. You must lock it with lustful desire."

Sybil looked around for the voice, but only saw him stand before her. Biting her lip, she was squirming with anticipation of what he was going to do to her. Before now, he didn't show much interest as what he was going to do. However, now there was a darker more clearer side to him.

Take her

The voice, his lust, but even more the sight of the nude Sybil squirming in her binds was sweeping away all reservations he had. The glistering wetness shining from the hairs between her legs was beckoning, her spread legs where calling but what really made him act was the look of anticipation on her face, the biting of her lip and the mirroring of his lust in her eyes.

He pulled on the strings that held his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then he quickly untied his shoes as well and took a step towards the bed that held the source of his desire. He was nude now, nude as her and his member stood before him from the attention she had given him and the visual stimulation.

He smiled at her, hoping it would take away the last flicker of fear he thought to see and then he knelt between her spread legs, the wispy bonds spreading her gently wider to make room for him.

He looked down at the undiscovered country, the only partly hidden treasure that was waiting just for him. His right hand reached out - as if on her own accord - and touched her gently, feeling the moisture from the pleasure she had given herself.

Sybil watched him intently. She could see each of his muscles flex as he glided across the floor and slipped into bed. There was something majestic about the way he moved and spoke. It was almost intoxicating. There was no doubt that he was turned on by the sight of his full erection pointing straight at her as if it was leading to what it desired.* The bonds pulled tighter on her wrists and ankles preparing her for Master.

His fleeting smile took off some of the edge off her nervousness, yet it seemed like he was trying to convince himself as well. She had hoped that he would be as gentle as he seemed, but could tell there was a fit of rage in him if someone crossed him. A hand brushes over her curly haired mound and grazes over her moist lips. Closing her eyes, she arches her back in search for more of his touch. He separated her lips and glided his finger up and down her slit occasionally hitting her button.

Pulling in her lips, she tried to not make a sound as her previous master had taught her. However, his touch was so electrified that it was impossible. A soft moan was released as she shifted on the bed.

The gentle whisper started to speak again. “That’s it. Make it impossible for him to resist you. Make him desire you more. Please him. He*no longer will*want*his sacred virgin.”

Opening her eyes, she looked around trying to figure out what she was hearing. However she never found the soft velvet voice that was saying these things. To her surprise, he inserted one of his fingers deep into her wet walls. Jumping, her eyes flew open to him and then relaxed for a moment. Clenching her walls together, she felt him slide his finger in and out as he pressed his thumb on her clit.

When a slight moan escaped her lips as he touched her glistering sex his smile grew wider. The desire in him to take her, to plunge into her and to seek release was still very strong but somehow accompanied by an equal desire to please her as well, to show her that she hadn't to be afraid, to ...

Take her!

There it was again, a command, a promise, a whisper and a shout, all those things at once and yet none of these. Despite all his experience, all those centuries of magical study, all the protective wards he had learned something was able to influence him, something, or someone that had taken advantage of his desire addled mind. A picture formed in his mind, a picture of a curvy, red body, leathery wings, an otherworldly face with horns and a tail a name tried to free itself from his clouded mind ...

Take her now!

The command didn't allow for any disobedience, or was that his lust and desire? The site of the beautiful Sybil in front of him?

His fingers moved deeper, exploring her, regaling in her response to his touch. His fingers moved faster now, feeling inside her and touching the spot where her clit was starting to protrude.

"Do you like that Sybil?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting to her it from her mouth as well.