In the Devil's Keeping

[caela]

This is a closed thread for CGRaven and myself.

The Princess Phedre sighed softly as she looked into her mirror. The image was always the same and it bored her. Her long midnight tresses were being perfectly coifed by one of her maids while her face was being made up by another and yet a third was busy behind them drawing out an array of gowns for her to choose from. She was never allowed to be seen in public looking anything but perfect and in her father's world "public" meant anything outside of her own chamber doors.

What she wouldn't give for something new!

"Phedre!" her younger sister Selene called just before she came barreling through the door. Phedre smiled at her sister, they were only a year apart and looked almost identical. Both were slightly taller than average with long legs that led up to perfect heart shaped asses, full hips, flat stomach and generous breasts. Selene however had more muscle because as a younger daughter she was given more freedoms and Phedre was softer with what her mother had once called " a body made to be loved." Though Phedre wasn't quite certain what that meant.

Even the girls faces were nearly identical with ripe wine colored lips, straight noses and piercing eyes. While Phedre's eyes were a mesmerizing violet however Selenes were a sharp green that saw everything around her.

"What is it Selene?" Phedre asked her sister who seemed to be nearly dancing with excitement.

"Gypsies! And father finally agreed that we could both go down to see them!" Selene quickly shooed away her sisters maids and as she ushered them out the door no one saw the calculating look in the young woman's eyes. "This will be all wrong though," she said and began plucking the pins from Phedre's hair.

Selene had plans for her life and they didn't include playing second fiddle to her sister through all of it. As it stood Phedre was their father's heir and seeing her soft sister sitting on the throne just didn't work for Selene. She knew she would make the better Queen which meant she had to get Phedre out of her way.

The Gypsies were the perfect excuse.

Selene had already made arrangements to sell her sister to a Sorceror she had met in one of the seedier parts of the city. She knew he had estates somewhere and would be capable of secreting her sister away if Selene could get her outside of the palace. She didn't know why the man wanted her sister and she didn't really care. All the Selene cared about was her path to power and he had offered it to her.

It had taken months of plotting to figure out how to get Phedre outside the palace walls however. Their father was as protective of his heir as he was lax in gaurding his younger daughter. It had taken months of pestering and pleading but finally he had agreed that both girls could go down to see the Gypsy wagons without the huge gaurd that normally surrounded Phedre.

Laying out a dress for Phedre that nearly mathed her own she grinned devilishly at her sister. The only difference in their appearance now was the color of their eyes and the fact that Phedre's hair was unbound while Selene's was tightly braided.

Violet eyes and unbound hair were to be the Sorceror's clues as to which sister he was meant to take.

Phedre laughed in delight as they left the palace with no idea what twist of fate her life was about to take.

 

[cgraven]

In the mist of time long sense past, in the days when the world lay in innocent peace and the mystical magical beast lived in contentment, when the pure essence of magic pervaded the world, there was an ancient people possessed of magic, The Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee. They where the first of the races, that would lead to men, more ancient then the elves themselves, their very existence, their very nature lost in the mist of time long before the arrival of the Sylvain race of elves.

Their life was one of innocent frolic, kin to the mystical beastuary, they could assume any shape of any creature, they could speak to them, be one with them, as they could the form of the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee. Magic that seductive beacon that would call the elves and later the dwarves called first the scourge of all living things of peace and grace the demon hordes. They came from the darkest dreams of the living the scent of magic drawing them from the gloom of night, from the living stone that was their prison bound their by the maker Dagda.

Their coming at first was almost unnoticed and in stealth, they came, sewing seeds of jealousy, envy, mistrust, and greed. They came to feast on innocents to consume the living magic of creation. WAR, BLOODY WAR erupted, friend turned against friend, and blood flowed through out the land. Those that could fled, the magical beast to the furthest corners of the land, the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, those that could fled to the shining lands to the west across the great sea, passing from the memory of creation. Others not so wise stayed and fought, driven under the Shee’s to live hidden from the sight of beast and demon alike. Under the hills and mountains they dwelt yet the very magic that was their essence called to the hungering demons. One by one the hidden enclaves feel, the magic cruelly drained from the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee in crystal prisons. Most died a horrendous death in unimaginable suffering as their magical essence was torn from them leavening hollow empty husks.

Some survived pale shadows of their former selves and they where kept to serve the demon hordes, the Banshee with their innocent bodies, the leprechauns as menial slaves, and they slowly became the race of man kept like cattle by the demons.

A child of light, fair of countenance, possessed of the highest degree of magic, would not yield, ARAWN. He led the Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee in revolt and with sword, and spear he slew the demons by the score, yet his magic was unknown to him in those days. He was the LORD of Death to the demon horde until betrayed by his love, a creature half demon, half Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee

Imprisoned in crystal the demons delighted in torturing the child of light twisting his living spirit, they tried to sup on his magic yet could not for some force even beyond their comprehension protected him. So he became a think unrecognizable as Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, elf, or man slowly he learned of magic, the ways to control it, and in his suffering called for help. The first of the elves came in answer to that call and soon through their pride feel victim to the demons and the elves cursed him.

How long he suffered he did not know, a week a year , a millennium, time was a meaningless thing in his endless suffering. When at last he was freed ARAWN could not accept the mercy of the elves his spirit was dark and wounded. No longer fair of countenance, he was dark brooding and he would shift uncontrollably from fair Tan-A-Dan-Nue-Wee, to dragon, to man and he was shunned, called the dark one, his name not even spoken, as if he did not exist. Left without solace or friend till he hated all that was innocent and pure. His spirit twisted from millenniums torture…….He turned his living anger to destruction, or perversion of all that was innocent. How long ago that was even he had forgotten.

The girl had come to him, come to him in the dark of the moon, she was chaste, but far from innocent, there was a dark core to the young beauty’s heart. ENVEY he could taste it, she reeked of it, AMBISHSION, he savored it , and HATRED. Her sharp green that saw everything around her but could not hide the truth of what she was. They struck a bargain the Girl offered innocence to him, to uses as he wished as long as he carried her far away from the kingdom.

ARAWN fingers began to move in slow and ancient patterns, to twist the living strands of magic that flow through all living things. His spirit called to the great winged beast, its black eye opened and ARAWN saw what the beast saw, he could feeling its heart beating in time with his own, his mind was one with the beast as it now soared over the countryside, the small caravan the gay color of the gypsy wagons and then the sweet smell of chaste innocence. The great yellow serpent’s eyes spied the Violet eyes and unbound hair that shown like a raven’s wing black as night and shimmering blue.
The breast beast taloned claws opened, his breathe blew fire as he picked the young maiden up in those deadly talons.

He came to his master and the young beauty’s unconscious body lay limply on the floor of his obsidian tower.

 

[caela]

It was screams and pointed fingers that drew Phedre's eyes upward to the sky just as the beast was descending on the gypsy caravan. As she watched those talons open and bear down on her she felt her own scream die in her throat and her body go utterly still, trapped to the place she stood by her own sudden rush of fear. Feeling those sharp talons closing around her she was sure death itself had gripped her and the sweet darkness of unconciousness claimed her.

the young beauty’s unconscious body lay limply on the floor of his obsidian tower.

She had no idea how long it had been before she woke slowly. She was cold and stiff and her body seemed to ache in every joint from lying on the cold stone of the floor. Pushing herself upright Phedre couldn't help but wonder where she was and when she turned and saw the beast perched nearby a scream tried to bubble in her throat but only came out as a squeak of fear.

Where was she? What had happened to her? Why was she here?

The young woman's head spun with questions and she began to shiver as fear and worry flooded through her until she was on the verge of passing out once more.

 

[cgraven]

The dark hooded figure sat and watched the unconscious form on the floor. Her long legs, full hips, the firm curve of her ass, flat stomach and generous breasts. The girl’s dace was angelic, her wine red lips full and ripe, the sweet scent of her innocence filled Arawn’s nostrils, untouched chaste virginity. The green eyed vixen had not lied.

He watched from the shadows as the girl’s lithe body began to move. Arawn smiled as she Pushing herself up and when she turned and saw the beast perched nearby a scream tried to bubble in her throat but only came out as a squeak of fear.

The black dragon turned his golden eye to the frail raven haired beauty, its ageless piercing gaze baring the raven haired beauty’s soul. Arawn was dressed in a midnight black cloak from head to toe, the cowl pulled lower over his face, revealing nothing that lay beneath its flowing folds.

“Sweet child do not look into the dragon’s eye if you value your soul.”

His voice was sweet so sweet that it made the soul ach just to hear it. The black figured towered over Phedre. Arawn drank in the fear that shimmered in those pale Violet eyes as the girl coward on the stone floor.

“What is your name child?’

 

[caela]

“Sweet child do not look into the dragon’s eye if you value your soul.”

A voice behind her made Phedre's head snap around to see a man so swathed in robes that she couldn't even see his face. The voice was sweet but the fact that he hid himself so thoroughly only served to frighten her further and she could feel her body quivering with it. Caught between the man behind her and the dragon before she couldn't even crawl back to cower against the wall but was left to trembling on the floor.

“What is your name child?"

"P-phedre Sir. Where am I? What is this place and why am I here?" she asked in a rush before her throat closed up again. Slowly her fear was dulling. It wasn't leaving her but one can only live a short time with intense fear before it becomes nearly abstract and loses much of it's meaning.

 

[cgraven]

"P-phedre Sir. Where am I? What is this place and why am I here?"

“All things in good time Phedre.”

That sweet haunting voice seemed to fill every fiber of the trembling girl’s being. Slowly his hands raised to his cowl and slowly drew it back. His face had a dark haunting beauty frightening to behold, his eyes dark as a moonless night.

“You are in my keep sweet child, I fear a very long way from your home.”

He extended his hand to Phedre raising her to her feet, his touch was as cold as ice, and then he led her to the tower window. As far as the eye could see lay a land of barren rock, and rivers of living fire. The sky was blood red. In That instant Phedre looked out on the landscape of hell.

“As to why you are here sweet child it is really quite simple to serve me with your body and soul.”

 

[caela]

He extended his hand to Phedre raising her to her feet, his touch was as cold as ice, and then he led her to the tower window. As far as the eye could see lay a land of barren rock, and rivers of living fire. The sky was blood red. In That instant Phedre looked out on the landscape of hell.

Violet eyes grew wide as Phedre looked out the window at the landscape before her. A fresh surge of violent, visceral fear plummeting through the pit of her stomach and making her knees go weak. She had to clutch at the windowsill to remain standing and suddenly she could barely breath as panic washed through her. She hadn't realized she was in a place she would have to escape from and just as she did she realized escape was impossible.

“As to why you are here sweet child it is really quite simple to serve me with your body and soul.”

Spinning around to face him she wanted to scream suddenly and break anything she could get her hands on. She wasn't the sort to give into her fears and anger was quickly taking it's place.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You can't keep me here! If you have any clue who I am you know my father will pay dearly to have me returned to him. You can't keep me against my will damnit!!!"

 

[cgraven]

"Who the hell do you think you are? You can't keep me here! If you have any clue who I am you know my father will pay dearly to have me returned to him. You can't keep me against my will damnit!!!"

Arawn listen passively to Phedre’s impassioned tirade, his dark eyes seemed to mock her as she spoke. Slowly his cloak slipped from his shoulders to reveal a powerful torso, back as midnight, and yet finely chiseled muscles that spoke of a grace and beauty as well as unspeakable power. He wore not a stitch of clothing beneath the cloak, his body marred by hideous scares.

“I am known by many names but for you sweet child Arawn will suffice.”

As he spoke his nimble fingers began to move, ribbons of power formed at their tips. He molded and shaped the living magic forming it, shaping, and it twisting it to his will. Slowly a shape began to take form, twisting, groaning, and screaming with the voice of hell as it answered the summoning.

It stood before Phedre its blazing hellish eyes drinking in her pale beauty. Its long arms ending in sharp claws, the massive body covered in scales, the gaping maul, its terrible fangs that could ripe the living flesh from the frail girl’s body, tower over her.

“Strip her.”

The beast moved penuriously forwarded its nostrils flared as it scented the raven haired beauty’s chaste innocence. A claw reached out to do its masters bidding, renting her gown and baring her heaving breasts. The beast took great joy in its task

 

[caela]

Phedre stood stock still as he allowed the cloak to fall away and revealed his body before her. She'd never seen a naked man before and she couldn't help but having to catch her breath at the sight of this one. Granted more scars than she could count marred his flesh but still he was perfectly formed and quite frankly an oddity to her simply by being male and naked.

She watched fearfully as power glimmered and took shape at his fingertips until a demon stood before him. Backing up as far as she could until she felt the wall at her back and a whimper filled her throat as the beast stalked her. Seeing those razor sharp claws flash out she screamed sharply, a sound of pure horror and fright, as she tried to back even further into the wall. With her eyes now locked on the beast before her she hardly even noticed her gown falling away to flutter in tatters around her feet.

Unable to continue staring at the monster before her her eyes looked about frantically in search of Arawn to whimper softly, "Please, please call it off!"

 

[cgraven]

The young beauty’s fear thrilled the dark mage, he watched as the demon striped her gown falling in tatters around her. The green eyed one had not lied the raven hair beauty was stunning, her breast rising proud on her chest, capped by raspberry nipples. Her flat abdomen quiver in her terror, the sensual swell of her hips, and her long sculptured legs, The firm curve of her ass, and her virgin’s treasure hidden by her dark. wisp of downy fleece.

"Please, please call it off!"

Came the whimpered plea. Arawn knew as long as Phedre remained innocent the demon could do no more that torment her. He turned his cold eyes upon her as the demon came closer its taloned finger reached out, the point dragging across the girl’s nipple. It pressed its scaled body to her silken flesh and its tongue lewdly licked the tears from her cheek with its serpentine tongue. The hellish figure touch bore the fires of hell in which it was born. That serpent’s tongue danced over Phedre’s naked body, savoring the taste of her nipples, tormenting her with its caress, till it sank to its knees and that spit tongue flutter over her virgin pussy, and still Arawn did not call it off but only watched as the girl wither in torment under the demons assault on her chaste body.

“ Serve me or serve the beast.”

 

[caela]

Phedre sobbed in fear as the beast pressed closer against her bared body. It's scales pressing against her flesh making her shudder in revulsion and try to push it away. She felt it's claw drag over her nipple and whimpered in pain as she glanced down half expecting to see blood welling on her flesh and only slightly gratified to find that it wasn't.

That serpent’s tongue danced over Phedre’s naked body, savoring the taste of her nipples, tormenting her with its caress, till it sank to its knees and that spit tongue flutter over her virgin pussy, and still Arawn did not call it off but only watched as the girl wither in torment under the demons assault on her chaste body.

She couldn't stop the flow of tears that fell from her eyes as the beasts tongue flicked and danced over her body. She was trapped against the wall and the more she tried to push the demon away from her the more intent it seemed on tasting her flesh. When it's tongue flicked out across her pussy she screamed in agony, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She lashed out, kicking and writhing, her fists pounding on the beasts shoulders until finally the man's voice cut through her torment...

“ Serve me or serve the beast.”

Neither choice was one she wanted, what she wanted was to go home and relegate all this into the land of a bad dream but at least he was human. "YOU! You please just call it off!"

 

[cgraven]

When it's tongue flicked out across her pussy she screamed in agony, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

It pleased Arawn the way the little beauty fought to defend her virginity. As she kicked and beat at the demon with her little fists, it serpents tongue flicked across her clit.

"YOU! You please just call it off!"

The heart wrenching scream that bubbled from Phedre’s full ripe lips was music to his dark soul. Oh how he longed to ripe the young raven haired beauty’s virginity form her but that could not be if his diabolic plans where to be fulfilled. She would have to give willingly to him, beg him to take her with her whole heart and soul. No Phedre was not ready yet her torment her seduction had just started. Her tearful plea was just her first step and there would be many more to come.

With a twist of his wrist the demon disappeared and only he and Phedre remained under the watchful eyes of the black dragon’s all seeing eye.

“Come here girl and kneel”

Arawn’s eyes showed no mercy. Such a sweet child so fair of skin and body, her dark tresses in sharp contrast to her pale beauty. He could feel the spirit that lay hidden from her a spirit rare and firry as his own, a spirit trapped by a life of a pampered child.

“You will serve me with your body and your soul Phedre. You have no family, no past, and your future depends on my will.”

Arawn hand brushed her dark silken tresses from her face, he titled her chin up with a single finger, forcing Phedre to gaze into the abyss of his dark timeless eyes. Eyes that she could lose her soul in.

“Do you understand sweet child?”

 

[caela]

Phedre sighed gratefully as the beast disappeard but she couldn't help the fright filled shiver that raced through her when she looked up at Arawn. It was he who had summoned the beast after all.

“Come here girl and kneel”

Slowly pushing away from the wall she tried to cover herself as much as she could as she crossed the room and sank to her knees before him. Her eyes locked on the floor before her as a deep blush colored her skin. God's how she wished she had something to cover up with! No one had ever seen her naked except the oldest of her maids who helped her bathe and even she had been half blind so it didn't really apply in Phedre's mind.

“You will serve me with your body and your soul Phedre. You have no family, no past, and your future depends on my will.”

As he tipped her chin up her violet eyes locked on his and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Did he mean what she thought he meant by that remark? She had a sinking feeling in her stomach that he did and she didn't like where that thought took her.

“Do you understand sweet child?”

It took her a moment to find her voice, it seemed locked in her throat as she stared up into those eyes. "I think I do Arawn," a small rueful look crossed her face as she thought further on his words. "Though you should be warned I am rather useless unless you need someone that knows how to be pampered for some reason."

 

[cgraven]

The way Phedre knelt before him her arm held over her breast, her thighs pressed closely together in maidenly modesty amused Arawn. Soon the proud little pampered beauty would think noting of being naked before him but that would come in time.

"I think I do Arawn," a small rueful look crossed her face as she thought further on his words. "Though you should be warned I am rather useless unless you need someone that knows how to be pampered for some reason."

His mocking laugher filled the tower room at the young beauty’s words. Faster than lighting his hand flashed out.

WACK

The force of the blow when it struck Phedre’s cheek sent her sprawling to the floor. The print of Arawn’s hand emblazed on her pale flawless cheek.

“No I do not think you understand sweet child, you are not here to be pampered but to serve.”

Arawn towered over the cowering raven haired beauty, his eyes gentle no anger showed in them, his countenance darkly beautiful to behold.

“Crawl to me and serve me with your mouth.”

Slowly the mage reached out his sense through time and space. Like tendrils of mist they crept into Phedre unseen unfelt to probed her soul, curled around her fears, hopes and desires, laying her soul bare and vulnerable to him. Slowly he let the dark knowledge of how to please him entwine with her fear. Slowly one word formed in her mind Master

 

[caela]

“Crawl to me and serve me with your mouth.”

Phedre lay still on the floor for a moment still in shock not from the pain in her cheek which she touched tenderly but more that she'd been struck. In all her young life no one had ever struck her before! As she looked up at Arawn if finally began to truly dawn on her that she was trapped here and he could whatever it pleased him to do to her.

She started to open her mouth to say that she didn't under stand his command - oh the crawling part she understood but what exactly did he mean by serving him with her mouth? - when images started to fill her mind. Images that seemed impossible to the young Princess. He couldn't mean for her to put her mouth there! Looking up into those inescapable black eyes she realized that he probably could mean for her to put her mouth there and whimpered softly.

Shifting slowly on the floor she crawled toward him as the word "Master" formed in her mind. Hearing it echo in her mind she growled softly and shoved the word away. She would do what he had ordered because she had no choice - the memory of the beast still fresh in her mind - but he hadn't ordered her to call him Master.

Kneeling up before him she looked up to him once more, her eyes uncertain and her touch shy and tentative as she reached out and began to trace the skin of his thighs with her fingertips. Knowing she was only postponing the inevitable she finally tipped her head and pressed a small, practically chaste kiss, to the head of cock.

 

[cgraven]

Master Arawn felt the proud beauty fighting, a deep wellspring deep within her soul rebelled at the thought, refused to accept it, yet her pampered existence had not prepared Phedre to tap her inner strength. The misty tendrils that ensnared the young beauty’s soul strengthen with every move of her lithe body as she crawled to Arawn’s feet, and like a wounded animal Phedre knelt at his feet bowed but not defeated.

Kneeling up before him she looked up to him once more, her eyes uncertain and her touch shy and tentative as she reached out and began to trace the skin of his thighs with her fingertips. Knowing she was only postponing the inevitable she finally tipped her head and pressed a small, practically chaste kiss, to the head of cock.

Such an innocent little thing so pure, so chaste, so unblemished and Arawn hatred for Phedre flared. His fingers cruel entwined in the young beauty’s shimmering tresses as he yanked her proud head back he twisted her lustrous raven locks till Phedre screamed and then he plunged into her mouth and throat. Arawn held Phedre there impaled on his cock as she fought to breathe. He could feel her young life beginning to slip from her , he drank in the desperation that flooded her soul. It was not till the chaste beauty tittered on the verge of death before he with drew allowing her to gasp for life giving air.

“Serve me you pampered Slut or feel my wrath.”

Again what he desired slowly took dark shape in the girl’s mind, and again the word that she feared echoed through her entire being. Master.

 

[caela]

“Serve me you pampered Slut or feel my wrath.”

Still gasping for air Phedre's eyes shot up to his in a glare that she wished could drop him dead. Violet fire shot from those enraged eyes and somehow she knew her rage would do nothing but amuse him. She knew he was master of his domain but was she going to give up so easily?

Again what he desired slowly took dark shape in the girl’s mind, and again the word that she feared echoed through her entire being. Master.

That word again! NOOOO! her mind screamed back at it, shoving it away once more. She wouldn't call him Master damnit! She'd been raised from birth to be a Queen not some man's slave! Glaring up at him for a moment longer she shuddered as her mind warred between bowing to his will or facing his wrath.

Without even realizing she'd done it she wrenched herself away and drew to her feet, standing as tall and regal as she could despite her nakedness. Her voice as cold as ice and dripping with contempt, "Than your wrath it shall be. You may be able to force me to your will but I'll be damned if I'll make it easy for you!"

 

[cgraven]

She wrenched herself away and drew to her feet, standing as tall and regal as she could despite her nakedness. Her voice as cold as ice and dripping with contempt, "Than your wrath it shall be. You may be able to force me to your will but I'll be damned if I'll make it easy for you!"

“As you wish sweet child.”

Even as Arawn spoke his fingers began to move, the reality of the tower began to shift, to blur before Phedre's firry violet eyes. Slowly a new reality took shape. The defiant beauty found her self in a banquet hall the lavish table set for many guests, torches blazed, their unholy light, it bathed Phedre's naked perfection. The living ribbons of magic slowly began to wrapped around her binding her more surely that any chains ever could, it firry caress climbed her body, its intimate touch frightening. Her hair was pulled back into a sever braid. Her body lifted from the floor floating through the highly charged air.

When the magic faded Phedre lay on the table a golden collar around her slender neck, her arms imprisoned above her head, her long sensual legs spread wide held in place by golden chains, and her body was decorated with the choices of foods. Again Arawn’s finger began to move and his guest slowly took form.

Beasts and demons from the deepest recesses of hell gather round the banquet table, their hellish eyes feasting on Phedre's beauty, eager to devour her if their Master gave them leave to. Arawn smiled into the trapped beauty’s soft violet eyes.

“The feast is prepared enjoy”

Tongues flicked delicate morsels from Phedre's bond supple body, clawed hands plucked others, slowly she was stripped of ever last morsel and then they began to feast on her naked perfection, they licked at her nipples, caressed and lewidly lcked every inch of her body. One fiend claimed her mouth and savored its sweetness, others lapped at her virginity probing her moist labia, nipping at her clit. Phedre felt the her heart shaped ass being spread, and then a tongue flicked at her dark rose.

 

[caela]

“As you wish sweet child.”

Such simple words to send such a deep chill down through her bones. Phedre watched helplessly as Arawn's fingers moved and everything around her bagan to change. Such power! How was she supposed to fight against power that could change her very surroundings? She wasn't and she knew that was the lesson she should have learned with the beast. Too late now though, she had set her course and she would walk it. Her father had always told her to make a decision and stick to it without looking back. All else was weakness.

Raising her chin stubbornly she tried not to shiver with fear as she felt Arawn's power readching out around her. The living ribbons of magic slowly began to wrapped around her binding her more surely that any chains ever could, it firry caress climbed her body, its intimate touch frightening. Her hair was pulled back into a sever braid. Her body lifted from the floor floating through the highly charged air. She wasn't sure which terrified her more, the magic pulsing around her or the simple fact of drifting so helplessly through the air. She knew if he wanted to Arawn could drop her and break her on the tables and chairs below.

When the magic faded Phedre lay on the table a golden collar around her slender neck, her arms imprisoned above her head, her long sensual legs spread wide held in place by golden chains, and her body was decorated with the choices of foods. Again Arawn’s finger began to move and his guest slowly took form

Phedre hissed softly and tried to struggle against the chains holding her. Fear lighting her violet eyes but also a deep abiding rage at being used so. How dare he! Still jerking at her chains it took her a moment to realize that power had flared once more and now she was surrounded but many beasts and demons. Some worse even than the one that had stripped her earlier. Hearing Arawn give them permission to feast a sharp wrenching scream filled the hall.

She writhed and jerked on the table as she felt claws and tongues licking and scraping at her body until all the food on it was gone. Of course that didn't satisfy the beasts who then set to toying with her tender flesh. When one captured her lips she thought she would vomit with revulsion and when it pulled away she spit up into it's hideous face.

Feeling those tongue and claws moving lower to probe at her most private regions she howled in fury, frustration, and helplessness. They had no right! Writhing harder on the table she jerked at her bonds until they cut into her wrists and could feel the warmth of her own blood welling against the golden cuffs holding her.

"LET ME GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

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Arawn watched the helpless beauty wither in torment under the sensual assault on her virginal body, the ruby droplets that formed at the golden cuffs, he reveled in the fire that flared in her violet eyes as she screamed .

"LET ME GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The mage knew more than the physical assault on Phedre’s supple body, the humiliation of being reduced to a serving platter for the demons and beats cut her to the core. The sent of her innocent blood sent the demons wild, they lapped at Phedre’s wrists and ankles savoring its taste. Slowly their assault upon her tender flesh took a frighteningly new twist. No longer was it just to torment her but to seduce her body. Their every action, touch caress, and sensual lick was to enkindle carnal pleasure.

As her innocent body began to respond a seductive call came creeping unbidden in to her soul.Submit embrace the pleasure. Arawn could feel Phedre’s firry spirit rebel, but it was a spirit born of false pride, and that was a weakness. He could feel the deeper, stronger spirit that lay within Phedre one crippled by her arrogant pride. Only a Fool Suffers Needlessly the tempting whisper came to her. Is A Queen A Fool?. The misty whispers tormented her soul as the demons pleased her body.

 

[caela]

Phedre gasped when the first lick of pleasure flared through her blood. It wasn't possible! She wouldn't allow herself to feel pleasure at the hands of these beasts! Her body was her own damnit!

Submit embrace the pleasure.Only a Fool Suffers Needlessly. Is A Queen A Fool?

Phedre growled softly at the thoughts that whispered through her mind, finally recognizing that they didn't come from within herself but from outside of her. Twisting her head to glare at Arawn she couldn't find words foul enough to scream at him and instead a low groan parted her soft lips as a fresh shudder of pleasure ran through her body.

Slowly her body betrayed her and the voice screaming in her mind was silenced by the pleasure washing through her blood at the hands and tongues of the demons and beasts around her. Tears welled in her eyes as she writhed on the table, more humiliated at the pleasure she felt than from being used as a platter for their meal. Whimpering her struggles against her chains grew weaker as she finaly gave up fighting for the moment and sank into the sensation of so many tounges and claws on her flesh.

 

[cgraven]

Whimpering her struggles against her chains grew weaker as she finally gave up fighting for the moment and sank into the sensation of so many tongues and claws on her flesh.

Arawn smiled as Phedre took the first step in to a dark world she could not imagine that would lead to the loss of her innocence, as her supple body surrendered to unwanted pleasure. His nimble fingers moved and Phedre could see as if a disembody spectator her own body withering, arching in forbidden pleasure to the demons and beasts that pleased her treacherous body. Slowly her mothers words came back to her " a body made to be loved." Her pale chaste beauty was in stark contrast to their hideously deformed bodies and yet it took pleasure from them, a fact that the proud young beauty could not deny.

Slowly her lovers demonic lovers dissolved, Phedre was left suddenly alone and kneeling at Arawn’s feet in the lavish banquet hall.

“Are you ready to serve me now Sweet Child or shall I summon new lovers for you?”

His words a stinging indictment of her body’s betrayal

 

[caela]

“Are you ready to serve me now Sweet Child or shall I summon new lovers for you?”

Phedre tried to fight down the soft sob that his words drew from her. Her bodies betrayal of her mind was a greater humiliation than anything she had ever experienced and it still had her mind reeling in disbelief. Unable to look up to him she slowly shook her head not wanting him to summon anymore of the beasts and demons. She could still feel their touch on her and her body shivered with a frustration she didn't understand.

Wiping the tears from her cheeks she still couldn't look up to him but her voice was meek and quiet as she whispered, "I'll serve."

Lifting her head slightly she looked no further than his cock jutting up right before her and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. Slowly her head tipped forward and her lips closed around the head, her tongue swirling around it slowly as she'd seen herself doing in one of the images that had flashed through her mind before.

 

[cgraven]

Wiping the tears from her cheeks she still couldn't look up to him but her voice was meek and quiet as she whispered, "I'll serve."


The soft touch of the proud little beauty’s lips upon his cock pleased Arawn, slowly her tongue swirling around it. He silently crept into Phedre’s mind, unnoticed in her body’s frustration, gently guiding the young beauty. The more she submitted to his will the more tender his touch, his hands stroked her dark raven mane encouraging the young virginal beauty to take him deeper in to her moth till the velvet tip touched the back of her throat. This time he did not ram it down but the whispering in Phedre’s mind showed how to relax her throat to allow him to enter her more fully.

He knew he could take Phedre’s body, do any think he wanted with her, but to merely strip this young innocent of her virginity was not the same as stripping her of her innocence. He would have her body and soul.

Arawn tempo increased ,became more demanding as his lust for the young virgin built. Phedre worked hard to please him as she was forced to become a willing participant in the rape of her mouth and throat. His lust for her exploded deep with in the young girl's mouth, he held her pressed to his groin as he filled her sweet mouth and throat, then he pulled from her, his seed washed over Phedre’s face and breasts.

“Sweet Child you please me.”

Arawn looked down on Phedre’s tear stained cheeks and smiled into her violet eyes.

“Clean yourself girl.”

He paused as his eyes held hers.

“With your tongue.”

Arawn’s fingers moved one against the other in a silent threatening promise.

 

[caela]

“Clean yourself girl.” “With your tongue.”

Phedre avoided the smile on his face and looked away from him. She couldn't believe what she'd just done and it wrenched at her to realize that on some level she must have enjoyed or or body wouldn't still be thrumming with frustration. At least she didn't think it would be.

More tears rolled down her cheeks and splashed onto her pale flesh as she tipped her head and lifted her right breast up toward her lips. She was forced to strain her neck to reach it and the muscled corded slightly but she just managed to swipe the tip of her tongue across her flesh, gently cleaning his seed from her skin. Once the right breast was cleaned she turned her head and repeated the process on her left until she was as clean as she could make herself.

Finished she looked back down to the floor and knelt quietly still trying to figure out how this had happened to her. How had she come to this fiends attention? How had he known how to get to her? And damnit why wouldn't he stay out of her head?! She was quickly figuring out that he could place thoughts and images in her heard and couldn't help but fearing that power more than any others he'd shown for it gave him access to her deepest thoughts and left her nowhere to hide from him, not even the privacy of her own mind.