katalynn
Playing with demons
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Keara slept soundly and deeply for a solid few hours after the awesome, yet strenuous, fucking he had given her. It was somewhere in the middle of the night, or very early morning where it was still dark out when she woke up. There were some several seconds for her to regain some understanding of where she is, knowing the last place she remembers was being tied to the dining table and fucked till she couldn't scream anymore.
It was then she felt the paper on the pillow next to her and smiled after reading it, though having many questions was an understatement. That's all she had were questions, yet now is clearly not the time for such questions. After a bit longer Keara emerged from the bed with aching muscles screaming at every movement, her body has never been in such a position before and now it yelled at her.
Since she didn't get to do her nightly ritual of getting ready for bed, she cleaned herself up and took care of her hair with a simple braid. Once all that was done Keara took a few bites of food that was still on a tray, drinking some wine before going back to bed for a few more hours. All the while thinking about him and how good it honestly felt as he took her, still capable of feeling every inch of him against and inside of her.
Eventually Keara curled back up under a thick comforter while holding onto her marked tail, unable to stop thinking about the days events. So much had happened in such a few short hours that she honestly couldn't understand half of it. As she thought about her last punishment, more questions started to pour in. She admits that perhaps she did truly go to far, and yet, she never left the room and a deeper part of her couldn't understand why he got upset. He is much stronger than her, that much can't be denied, each one having their advantages while at the same time a disadvantage to the other. Neither one can truly win in the game of chase.
The more she drifted back to sleep the dreams started to emerge this time, dreams of her punishments and of his claiming of her. Soon those dreams started to vanish more and more, after so long, the Elder appeared to her once more. This time it was different, it felt different, the same feeling she has when Alexander is playing with her dreams. It felt to real to be a dream.
"Sythavorn..... wha... what are you doing here?"
He simply gave her a cold look without much expression, indicating just how disappointed he is in her for leaving their protection. He glanced over to the side and nodded towards the shadows, shortly after another Elder emerged, the female that came to her earlier.
Aerthalla smiled and held her arms out towards Keara urging her to come forward. At first Keara was tempted to run to her open arms, only to hold herself back. After all, they were the ones she ran from.
"Keara, dear sweet child, what have you done?"
Aerthalla put her hands down once realizing Keara was not going to come to her, refusing the one who raised her.
"You have betrayed us and yourself by laying with the cursed dragon. Do you not know what he will do? He is using you, giving you all of your hearts desires just so you can free him."
Sythavorn took a few steps forward closing the gap between him and Keara, taking notice of the changes within her and took hold of the marked tail while shaking his head.
"It will not be easy removing this mark, little one.... How disappointing that after all we have done for you, raised you as one of our own, you would give herself so easily. You would quickly turn your backs to us out of spite."
Keara couldn't believe what she was hearing as words of her own became trapped and all she could do was shake her head. The Elder gripped her tail tightly, causing her to whimper as he saw she was about to flee, his eyes growing more colder.
"If you run from us now, you can never come home.. Keara. He will leave you once the curse is broken, he does not care about you, you are his key to freedom. Why do you think he punishes you like a child? HE gets upset when you are being yourself does he not? You are a play thing in his eyes and nothing more."
He let go of her tail rather roughly and with pure disgust,
"I can't even look at you right now. Such a foolish child."
Aerthalla finally came up and lightly put her hand on his shoulder to urge him to calm his anger, then looked towards Keara, gliding her fingers softly through the tail with some admiration.
"Come home Keara. Come home before you get hurt, before you fall too deep in his trap and we will not be able to find you again. Come home where it is safe. He wants to take you away from us and will leave you when you are most vulnerable, he will weaken you Keara."
Keara couldn't think straight all the sudden feeling as if she was suffocating, trapped within the dream and unable to wake up from it.
"I.... I can't, this place won't allow me to leave."
"You know how to leave this place Keara."
He snapped at her as he clearly didn't like her excuse.
Meanwhile physically she started porting throughout the castle, subconsciously seeking a place that would block them out of her dreams, trying to run from them. Eventually the porting used up most of her energy and she ended up on a fur rug curled up on the floor in front of a fire place. Keara couldn't find a room that would block them out, nor could she wake herself up as the Elders were far stronger in magic than she is. They were scolding her, feeding her lies and trying their best to get her to come home.
It was then she felt the paper on the pillow next to her and smiled after reading it, though having many questions was an understatement. That's all she had were questions, yet now is clearly not the time for such questions. After a bit longer Keara emerged from the bed with aching muscles screaming at every movement, her body has never been in such a position before and now it yelled at her.
Since she didn't get to do her nightly ritual of getting ready for bed, she cleaned herself up and took care of her hair with a simple braid. Once all that was done Keara took a few bites of food that was still on a tray, drinking some wine before going back to bed for a few more hours. All the while thinking about him and how good it honestly felt as he took her, still capable of feeling every inch of him against and inside of her.
Eventually Keara curled back up under a thick comforter while holding onto her marked tail, unable to stop thinking about the days events. So much had happened in such a few short hours that she honestly couldn't understand half of it. As she thought about her last punishment, more questions started to pour in. She admits that perhaps she did truly go to far, and yet, she never left the room and a deeper part of her couldn't understand why he got upset. He is much stronger than her, that much can't be denied, each one having their advantages while at the same time a disadvantage to the other. Neither one can truly win in the game of chase.
The more she drifted back to sleep the dreams started to emerge this time, dreams of her punishments and of his claiming of her. Soon those dreams started to vanish more and more, after so long, the Elder appeared to her once more. This time it was different, it felt different, the same feeling she has when Alexander is playing with her dreams. It felt to real to be a dream.
"Sythavorn..... wha... what are you doing here?"
He simply gave her a cold look without much expression, indicating just how disappointed he is in her for leaving their protection. He glanced over to the side and nodded towards the shadows, shortly after another Elder emerged, the female that came to her earlier.
Aerthalla smiled and held her arms out towards Keara urging her to come forward. At first Keara was tempted to run to her open arms, only to hold herself back. After all, they were the ones she ran from.
"Keara, dear sweet child, what have you done?"
Aerthalla put her hands down once realizing Keara was not going to come to her, refusing the one who raised her.
"You have betrayed us and yourself by laying with the cursed dragon. Do you not know what he will do? He is using you, giving you all of your hearts desires just so you can free him."
Sythavorn took a few steps forward closing the gap between him and Keara, taking notice of the changes within her and took hold of the marked tail while shaking his head.
"It will not be easy removing this mark, little one.... How disappointing that after all we have done for you, raised you as one of our own, you would give herself so easily. You would quickly turn your backs to us out of spite."
Keara couldn't believe what she was hearing as words of her own became trapped and all she could do was shake her head. The Elder gripped her tail tightly, causing her to whimper as he saw she was about to flee, his eyes growing more colder.
"If you run from us now, you can never come home.. Keara. He will leave you once the curse is broken, he does not care about you, you are his key to freedom. Why do you think he punishes you like a child? HE gets upset when you are being yourself does he not? You are a play thing in his eyes and nothing more."
He let go of her tail rather roughly and with pure disgust,
"I can't even look at you right now. Such a foolish child."
Aerthalla finally came up and lightly put her hand on his shoulder to urge him to calm his anger, then looked towards Keara, gliding her fingers softly through the tail with some admiration.
"Come home Keara. Come home before you get hurt, before you fall too deep in his trap and we will not be able to find you again. Come home where it is safe. He wants to take you away from us and will leave you when you are most vulnerable, he will weaken you Keara."
Keara couldn't think straight all the sudden feeling as if she was suffocating, trapped within the dream and unable to wake up from it.
"I.... I can't, this place won't allow me to leave."
"You know how to leave this place Keara."
He snapped at her as he clearly didn't like her excuse.
Meanwhile physically she started porting throughout the castle, subconsciously seeking a place that would block them out of her dreams, trying to run from them. Eventually the porting used up most of her energy and she ended up on a fur rug curled up on the floor in front of a fire place. Keara couldn't find a room that would block them out, nor could she wake herself up as the Elders were far stronger in magic than she is. They were scolding her, feeding her lies and trying their best to get her to come home.