Creation of Desire

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~This is a closed thread for Trist and Artful only~

OOC:
Somewhere deep in the castle,the power ebbed and flowed, as if powerful waves from the ocean would pound the beach with a rythym that increased in tempo.As the secret words were uttered by Maretus(the sorceress)she knew as the cadence reached a fevered pitch that she would never again be able to attempt that which she was so near completing,(the creation of a man) to quench the lust that had burned within her since her sexual awakening at an early age.

Though she had since then,possessed many lovers,none were able to put out the raging fire that burnt within her.Yes,the flames had been fanned,they had been beaten back many times,only to return,and knaw at her with a constant desire.An aching so wanton,that for one year,she had abstained from having sex with men to gather her strength,study the spells,and practice the speaking that would create(Artemus)the man who could finally give her the orgasm she knew existed,the sexual coupling that would fulfill her and make her*complete*.

The chanting reached the final stage,the sounds that came forth from her were only to be understood by her, and the power that sustained her.The last word was not mumbled,it was not spoken with meekness,it was shouted with triumph.

~~~***ARTEMUS***~~~! ! !

At the spoken name,a grey mist swirled from the ancient stones of the castle,and began to form a solid shape directly in front of her.The form of a man.While watching the form take shape,and as she gazed at the completed man that stood before her,she felt the weakness invade her.It was done!
At last,she would have what she craved.The mating that she had dreamed of all her life.

IC:
As I stood before what looked like a womans form, enveloped by a cape of shimmering colors,I wondered not only who she was and how I became here,but also,who was she and what face lay hidden beneath the hooded cape.

 

[artful]

~This is a closed thread for Trist and Artful only~

OOC:
Somewhere deep in the castle,the power ebbed and flowed, as if powerful waves from the ocean would pound the beach with a rythym that increased in tempo.As the secret words were uttered by Maretus(the sorceress)she knew as the cadence reached a fevered pitch that she would never again be able to attempt that which she was so near completing,(the creation of a man) to quench the lust that had burned within her since her sexual awakening at an early age.

Though she had since then,possessed many lovers,none were able to put out the raging fire that burnt within her.Yes,the flames had been fanned,they had been beaten back many times,only to return,and knaw at her with a constant desire.An aching so wanton,that for one year,she had abstained from having sex with men to gather her strength,study the spells,and practice the speaking that would create(Artemus)the man who could finally give her the orgasm she knew existed,the sexual coupling that would fulfill her and make her*complete*.

The chanting reached the final stage,the sounds that came forth from her were only to be understood by her, and the power that sustained her.The last word was not mumbled,it was not spoken with meekness,it was shouted with triumph.

~~~***ARTEMUS***~~~! ! !

At the spoken name,a grey mist swirled from the ancient stones of the castle,and began to form a solid shape directly in front of her.The form of a man.While watching the form take shape,and as she gazed at the completed man that stood before her,she felt the weakness invade her.It was done!
At last,she would have what she craved.The mating that she had dreamed of all her life.

IC:
As I stood before what looked like a womans form, enveloped by a cape of shimmering colors,I wondered not only how I became here,but also,who was she and what face lay hidden beneath the hooded cape.

The above was posted by me Trist.

 

[Trist]

Maretus smiled wickedly, her face hidden deep within shadows of her hood. Her eyes scanned slowly over the body of her creation; she found not a single flaw in his slender, muscular limbs and fair complexion. She proceeded to tell the figure of himself, as if they were the rules to a game she had created (which, in her mind, she had).

"Your name is Artemus...and you are my creation. Your simple meaning in life is to fullfill my and mine alone needs and wants. You may refer to me as Lady Maretus."

With her introduction, Maretus's slender fingers lifted to the brim of her hood, gently pulling it back onto her shoulders to reveal her face.

Her eyes were the deepest of blues, and her hair raven black, reaching slightly past her waist. Her nose was slender and slightly pointed, giving her an Elven look. Her cheekbones were high and well-defined; she was a beautiful maiden of her early twenties.

 

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Artemus

IC:
As my mind cleared to set in a razor sharp state,
I heard her speak for the first time.
"You're name is Artemus...and you are my creation. Your simple meaning in life is to fill my needs and wants,mine alone.You may refer to me as Lady Maretus."

Upon hearing her precisely spoken words,my body began to react immediately.Standing naked before her,with my light blue eyes fixed on her lovely face,I felt my penis begin to fill with blood and rise to arc slightly a full seven inches.

Fighting off the lust coursing throughout me,I knew I must possess this woman,but when I did,it would be on my terms,and not at her command.I answered her with a tone of authority that caused her face to display a puzzled expression."Yes Lady Maretus,I understand what duty I must perform,and I will perform it willingly,but till that moment arrives,you may address me as Lord Artemus,is that understood?"

 

[Trist]

Maretus laughed at the absurdity of his reply. "You are quite the amusing one, Artemus. Make no mistake, I will not obey the commands of something I created. You are nothing but a toy to me, don't forget it."

She approached him slowly as she spoke, by the time she had referred to him as a plaything she was behind him, her soft, tender hands sliping from the small of his back to his far lower stomach.

"You will find nothing but the pleasure of serving me..."

With this, her right hand reached to teasingly stroke his strong shaft, her left hand making its way to his balls.

"Understood?"

 

[artful]

Artemus

Upon hearing her words, "You are quite the amusing one,Artemus......................."I determined to show her I was in complete control of my conscious actions.As she slid behind me and concluded her brief statement,I felt her right hand slip in front and grasp my upthrust member in a firm,yet pleasurable grip,while at the same time,her other hand gently hefted my heavy sperm laden sac,as if weighing my testicles to estimate my value.

As her right hand clenched around my swollen shaft,she proceeded to skin the silky smoothness back, and as she began the outstroke,I could feel the pre-cum being pushed to the end, where her slender but strong fingers dallied in the slickness, coating the inside of her hand completely.

Had she not laughed in such a wicked way,I might have succumbed to her will at that very moment,for I was truly in an aroused state.Quickly I spun to the right,and as I did,her slickened fist could not maintain its hold on me.

As the connection broke,I felt my strength return to me in full.My determination to be my own man came back in a sudden surge,and seeing a full set of leathers neatly folded on a nearby table,I swiftly moved to don the garments,and as I slipped on the last boot,I heard her begin to curse me behind my back.

I never looked back as I unbolted the two latches,and strode out the door,not knowing where I was headed,but only to get away from the alluring power that beckoned my body to do as she commanded.

I climbed the stairway of ancient stones two steps at a bound,and as the distance grew between us,I felt more in control,STRONGER,and that caused me to increase my ascent that much faster.

A short corridor leading to a large open room,appeared as I gained the landing at the top of the stairs.As I rushed the short distance to enter the room,my eyes slowly adjusted from the dimness of the corridor to the well lit area which had ten brightly burning torches attached firmly to the four surrounding walls.

Upon further investigations,I found many pieces of equipment,some of which denoted devices of torture,large wheels with fastenings,steel shackles of various sorts and sizes,leather masks with drawstrings,leather gloves and cuffs,cloth and leather blind folds,various laces and assorted leather thongs of every length.

There were two stretching racks,one quite large,and the other smaller,as if built for a maiden.

Upon further inquiry,I could only find the entrance of which I had so recently arrived.As I stood there in the middle of the room.I pondered as to how I might escape the castle.

Remembering I had passed a closed door halfway up the stone staircase,I turned and headed back toward the dimly lit corridor.I planned to descend to that level and see what lay beyond that door,when a noise from within the semi-darkened passageway caused me to stop abrubtly.Upon hearing no further sounds,I cautiously stepped forward to peer into the shaded darkness and to my surprise,I saw.............

 

[Trist]

Maretus stood in the shadows, watching Artemus, but not trying to halt his escape in any way.

"You will come back to me, Artemus. You can run as far as you wish, but you will find no feeling of completion without me."

With that, she turned, seemingly absorbing into the darkness itself. Softly, her voice echoed, "Good luck in your futile search..."

 

[Guest]

Artemus

"Good luck in your futile search..."

The echo of her confident words rang through my being as I glimpsed her shadow retreating back to stairway.

I shivered at the lust boiling through my loins,unable to still the pounding of my heart.

I quickly ducked around the corner,and slammed my back into the safety of the wall, out of sight from the corridor.As I stood there,wide stanced,feet planted firmly apart,arms pressed backward to feel the solid stone of the wall,I tilted my head back and shut my eyes.~TRAPPED~

I felt like a wild creature captured, fresh from the freedom of running with abandonment,and suddenly slammed into a cage with no way to turn.

The torches lighting the room so brightly,also gave out enormous measures of heat.Heat which had been collected by my body,and I felt the trickles of perspiration begin to trail downward from my open arm pits,and begin to seep slowly down my side.

I stood there it seemed for hours,but in reality,could only have been minutes.I pondered the possibility of my being insane."Why",I asked myself,"was it so important for me to not give in to her demand?"

As I opened my eyes again,I saw in one corner of the room,a large wineskin that looked to be full,and my lips being parched,my throat dry, I hurried to pick it up and tilt it to my mouth.

The stream of sweetness was more than welcome, as I greedily gulped it down.The wine trickled from my mouth in a blazing trail of wetness down the outside of my elongated neck,to swirl teasingly through the hairs on my exposed chest.

Immediately,I felt a weakneess pervade me,and at the same time,I dimly saw three maidens approach me from the corridor entranceway.Their beauty, though considerable,was less than that of Maretus.

Each one of a different color hair.The leading young maid,a deep burgundy red,the next a chestnut brown,and following her was an ash-white haired beauty.They were all nude except for a band of silver tightly clasped around their neck.Each band had a loose ring firmly attached,as if they could be fastened to a restrainment.

My knees began to buckle,and I felt their strong hands support me, and lead me a few steps before allowing me to collapse on a nearby table.

I quickly fell into a deep slumber,and when I awoke,I saw the three maidens standing above my head,their firm breasts dancing as they giggled and pointed toward my loins.

Upon trying to raise my head and look,I found I was tightly secured to,"The Rack."The constraints imposed upon me were not tight,but they were secure.I could see my penis arced upward to its full seven inches,as they had stripped me bare before placing me in restraint.

The redhead said to the other two,"Oh good!Look, he has awakened!"Laying there,I wondered what the three had in mind to do,for I was completely at their mercy.