In the Devil's Keeping

[caela]

Phedre started at his howl of fury and was totally baffled as to why her words had enraged him so. She hadn't meant them to be mocking as she'd been curious to know how it would most amuse him to make her please him. Watching him closely she gasped as the first cuts sliced her skin and she could feel the fire in her flesh.

Pain seemed to blossom under her skin from hundreds of places all at once as his talons flashed above her. Her body writhed and tugged at her bonds as slowly the pain sunk deeper into her and shifted from pain to sensation, and from sensation to pleasure. Meeting those firey eyes her own were darkening until the violet was nearly as black as her pupils and her form lifted and bucked not to escape the slicing cuts that opened on her flesh but to give herself to them.

Time lost all meaning as those talons flashed and she wondered how many cuts, how many drops of blood, burned on her flesh before her head fell back and deep throaty cry filled the air, her body quivering with the savagery of the release that flooded through her.

 

[cgraven]

Her head fell back and deep throaty cry filled the air, her body quivering with the savagery of the release that flooded through her.

Orca’s scream of triumph echoed mingled and mixed with the tormented wild beauty’s their dark passion caressing her soft body. His tongue flickered and dance over every inch of the girl’s savoring the taste of her living blood.

“So sweet so intoxicating.”

He hissed as his tongue lashed now at her passion soaked pussy savored her offering. Slowly it intimately slithered into Phedre’s Pussy, flicked across her throbbing clit, slide within her probing searching tormenting her, till at last it found the object of it search, that one rough patch in her moist silken perfection.

Orcus’ forked tongue fluttered over the quivering beauty’s sweet spot, further tempting and seducing her body, taloned hand gripped her firm heart shaped ass daring Phedre deeper to his mouth as his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass a deadly fingers probing her tight ass. That finger the talon folded back cruelly violated her as it plunged in to her dark buttery depts. His tongue felt the cruel impalement of Phedre’s ass and felt it through the thin membrane that separated it from the girl’s spasming pusses to tease torment her further.

 

[caela]

Orcus’ forked tongue fluttered over the quivering beauty’s sweet spot, further tempting and seducing her body, taloned hand gripped her firm heart shaped ass daring Phedre deeper to his mouth as his fingers spread the cheeks of her ass a deadly fingers probing her tight ass. That finger the talon folded back cruelly violated her as it plunged in to her dark buttery depts. His tongue felt the cruel impalement of Phedre’s ass and felt it through the thin membrane that separated it from the girl’s spasming pusses to tease torment her further.

Phedre's eyes flared wide as Orcus tongue slid deep into the heated tunnel of her pussy. She could feel those inner walls trying to clench down around his tongue as it found that spot inside her that made her cry out sharply in pleasure, her hips bucking up against his mouth with it. Above her head her fingers gripped tightly into fists as they ached to reach out to him.

All her writhing and cries ground to a halt however when she felt that talon working it's way into her ass. She knew just how sharp those talons were, could still see the evidence of it on her flesh were droplets of blood were drying on her skin. It caught her breath and she dared not moving knowing that talon could shred the tender membranes inside her body with just the wrong roll of her hips.

And yet his tongue was still driving her mad.

The combination of her fearful need to hold utterly still and his tongue teasing her aching flesh to utter wantoness was suddenly more than the young woman could bear and long howling scream filled the air around them. Her body pulled tight within her bonds and her cunt spasmed on his tongue coating it with the evidence of her pleasure and release.

 

[cgraven]

Orcus delighted in the way the proud little beauty’s body bucked and thrashed in desperate need as his mouth and tongue drove her to embrace her dark passions. He could feel her straining, fight, against her bounds as he savored her sweet arousal, the fear that raced through every fiber of her being as that deadly finger impaled her ass.

The way she held utterly still and his tongue teasing her aching flesh to utter wantonness was suddenly more than the young woman could bear and long howling scream filled the air around them. Her body pulled tight within her bonds and her cunt spasmed on his tongue coating it with the evidence of her pleasure and release.

“Your dark passion tastes sweet my Toy, your screams music to my ears.”

The demon hissed as his forked tongue continued to lap at Phedre's cunt, that deadly finger now twisting in her ass bring both the promise of pleasure and the threat of death. When he finally withdrew to again tower over Phedre those burning red serpentine eyes beheld her frail supple body in the throws of her passion, her knotted fist, her body tight as a strung bow arching to him pleading with him, shimmering, and bathed in sweat form the fearful intensity of her orgasm.

The demon prince gave the trapped beauty no rest, his undead minions came to her, intimately caressing her body, cold hands, boney hands, violating the young beauty as they racked her, flogged her, for his amusement. He watched and in delight at her suffering. The more depraved the acts they committed on her young body the more his demonic laughter filled her ears.

They dumped Phedre's abused body at his feet and he spread her thighs. The long armored appendage at his groin split open, the pod folding back to revel his cock. It was long and ridged, covered with hard nudges and as big around as the girl’s wrist.
Orcus did not kneel but rather grasped the young beauty’s ass dragging her pussy up to the tip of his cock, her shoulders still resting on the floor. With one mighty thrust Orcus impaled the frail young beauty’s cunt. The demon fucked her hard and fast taking, no time taken to please her body, his forked tongue lasting her breasts and nipples in a cruel scourging of her supple flesh. Orcus took all that Phedre's could give and yet demanded still more of the young novice’s body.

When his lust felt as if would rip her asunder he came, his scalding demon seed filling her womb as his cock graded across her cervix. Orcus’s lust sated he tossed Phedre a side like a rag doll to crumple on the floors of hell, her inner thighs coated with her own sweet nectar, the demon’s cum mixed with it oozing from her pussy.

 

[caela]

When his lust felt as if would rip her asunder he came, his scalding demon seed filling her womb as his cock graded across her cervix. Orcus’s lust sated he tossed Phedre a side like a rag doll to crumple on the floors of hell, her inner thighs coated with her own sweet nectar, the demon’s cum mixed with it oozing from her pussy.

She lay in a heap on the floor, small sobs wracking her body that felt bruised and battered from her torment as well as utterly spent. She had lost track of how many times she'd screamed in pleasure and now she didn't even try to curl into a ball but just lay where Orcus had dropped her. She could feel her own slickness as well that his release on her thighs and shivered slightly. What she wanted more thank anything in that moment was to sink into a hot bath and feel the gentle touch of her lover washing the pain away.

She looked down at her body and shuddered slightly. It seemed like she was covered in thousands of tiny red cuts from those talons and welts rose on her chest and thighs from where Orcus minions had flogged.

Through it all she'd found pleasure in pain and oddly felt a sense of redemption from it after her show of pride earlier. That was one mistake she wouldn't make again and she wondered if it had been enough for her first trial or if there was more to come. She thought of summoning a blanket to cover her nakednedd but knew it would be pointless if she was to remain here longer and if Arawn summoned her back he'd seen her nakedness before.

She felt the darkness of much needed sleep washing up to claim her and her last thought before it did was to hope that she would wake in Arawn's chambers.

 

[cgraven]

Orcus glared down at the young beauty as she lay there spent on the floor his forked tongue licking obscenely over each tiny cut intimately caressing and probing every violated orifice of her spent body. Phedre's forlorn whimpering thrilled him as he pressed his cold armored body to hers in a sinuous embrace. That forked tongue and lipless mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss of dark perverted passion.

Then in a blink of an eye she was in Arawn’s arms he cradled her abused body close to his. His lips kissing each cut on her body. The mage carried her like a broken child to bathe her. The hot water embraced Phedre's tormented body, a soapy cloth soothed her wounded flesh, soft warm clothe drying her. The sweetly scented oil eased the pain in her muscles.

Arawn laid her in his bed, reclined next to his love and enveloped their bodied in a silken cocoon.

“Rest my love there will be time to talk later.”

The mage held her tight as tortured night mares racked her mind letting his love sooth her troubled mine and body.

 

[caela]

The mage carried her like a broken child to bathe her. The hot water embraced Phedre's tormented body, a soapy cloth soothed her wounded flesh, soft warm clothe drying her. The sweetly scented oil eased the pain in her muscles.

She sighed softly as the cloth moved over her body cleansing her of the blood, sweat and the evidence of her own and Orcus release. Her eyes watched Arawn with a deep abiding love that thanked him as he massaged the sweet oil into her skin that eased her muscles. She was too tired to speak and yet she thought she should say something and could think of nothing to say.

When he carried her back to his chambers she curled in against him feeling utterly safe in his embrace and drifted into a tormented sleep. It was his prescence so near that kept her dreams from being worse than they were and while it kept the demons of imagination at bay his prescence couldn't keep out reality and that she saw over and over again in her sleep. Soft whimpers filled her throat through the night and she would try to curl even tighter against him.

When morning came and she finally woke she felt almost as tired as she had the night before when Arawn had brought her back. Looking up to him she tried to smile but even her facial muscles seemed to ache from her screaming yesterday. Instead she stretched up and kisses him softly.

"Did I pass the first test?"

 

[cgraven]

When morning came and she finally woke she felt almost as tired as she had the night before when Arawn had brought her back. Looking up to him she tried to smile but even her facial muscles seemed to ache from her screaming yesterday. Instead she stretched up and kisses him softly.

"Did I pass the first test?"

Even as his loved stretched to kiss him Arawn knew that she would ask that question. It was natural for her to want an answer for her body had been through so much, her mind still troubled by what she had to endure and her on passionate reaction to it. He was torn between being her lover wishing to tell her all was well that she had passed, yet he was also her Master and mentor. And held an obligating to tell his novice the unvarnished truth.

“You passed girl”

He addressed her as her Master, and it was the first time he had done so outside the training room. Yet the dark eyes held her pale violet eyes where the eyes of her lover.

“But just barely girl. You let pride creep into your spirit, made yourself more vulnerable than was necessary and you almost lost the battle.”

There was an uncompromising truth to what the mage said. He had not tried to soften the blows of his words but had told his novice the truth.

 

[caela]

“But just barely girl. You let pride creep into your spirit, made yourself more vulnerable than was necessary and you almost lost the battle.”

Phedre nodded gently knowing the truth of his words. She'd known it last night before he ever called her back from Orcus arms. Her damned pride could easily be her downfall if she didn't learn better control over it. It was her hardest fault to put aside for it had been trained into her practically from the day she was born and for most of her life her pride had been on of her few shields. It was difficult to simply put that aside even when she knew she should.

"I know I did Master, I swear I'll try not to let it happen again." Her voice was soft and she shuddered to think what the consequences of her pride might be in later tests.

 

[cgraven]

"I know I did Master, I swear I'll try not to let it happen again." Her voice was soft and she shuddered to think what the consequences of her pride might be in later tests.

“ Then we shall have to work on that. For in the in the test to come the demons will not only be able to take your body they will be able to touch your mind and see into your heart to your greatest fears and then turn them against you.”

Arawn did not give Phedre a chance to rest on the contrary he redoubled her training regiment driving her relentlessly demanding ever more from her. The training of arms became deadly serious, her magic more challenging, and her studies on the erotic and the occult never ending, till the young novice would crawl to their bed at night exhausted. Yet through it all she progressed became stronger and every time her pride would flare Arawn would severely chastise Phedre. Some times he would rack her, other times bind her mercilessly leaving her hours kneeling in a tortured position

Then came the evening when as she knelt before him nearly spent, her breathing ragged from her chastisement the mage smiled down on her.

“Phedre it is time for you to take your next step in your journey to become a Dragon Rider.”

 

[caela]

Then came the evening when as she knelt before him nearly spent, her breathing ragged from her chastisement the mage smiled down on her. “Phedre it is time for you to take your next step in your journey to become a Dragon Rider.”

Violet eyes snapped up to him startled. He'd just finished chastising her for her damnable pride that nothing seemed really able to fully beat out of her and he said she was ready for the next trial? Her gaze showed her confusion and again she felt a shiver of fear. It had taken over a week for her nightmares to stop after the last test, for how long would her sleep be tormented after this one?

Still she trusted him to know if she was ready or not and so she nodded her head tiredly. "As you wish Master."

She wondered what he next step would be. Would she be able to use the magic he taught her or was she again to simply submit to the worst the demons could think up for her and come out whole? Her eyes locked on his and her questions drifted through her mind to his own. Ever since her return from her first trial she hadn't shuddered away from the touch of his mind and had become used to reaching to him with her own. Especially when her body felt worn and tired and actually talking was beyond her.

 

[cgraven]

Still she trusted him to know if she was ready or not and so she nodded her head tiredly. "As you wish Master."

The onslaught of the young novice’s questions assaulted his mind, in a confused jumble . You just chastised me for pride… I nearly failed before, ……… How can I be ready?. He could feel her fear , and herself doubt.

“Be still Girl you mind is rambling, listen”

His mind spoke to hers in sharp rebuke.

“Calm yourself it is not time for your next trial but for your advancement from novice to acolyte.”

A patient smile bowed Arawn lips as he watched her reaction to his news. Apparently this was not what she had been expecting to hear.

“Now go and bathe prepare your body and spirit”

The mage saw the young beauty’s surprise in her violet eyes, as she knelt there so tightly bound. Arawn had placed wards on the bindings that so cruelly held Phedre.

“Use your magic to release the binding girl and meet me in the chapel at moon rise. Come naked carrying your Novice robe folded.”

Arawn left Phedre to accomplish her finally task as a novice, so he could prepare for her evlavation.

 

[caela]

“Use your magic to release the binding girl and meet me in the chapel at moon rise. Come naked carrying your Novice robe folded.”

Phedre watching him leave in stunned silence. For long moments she simply stared at the door and had forgotten entirely about her bonds. Until she tried to move. Grumbling softly for just a second she finally closed her eyes and felt the the magic in her bonds.

She searched the wards gaurding them until she found the small crack that is in all spells that so often made using multiple wards necessary. Using her own magic she took advantage of that crack and forced it wider and wider until she had pushed the warding from her bonds. Concentrating she made the bonds themselves dissolve and with nothing to cling to the warding as well dissolved into the air around her leaving the traces, that spoke to those that could feel them, of magic floating around her.

Stretching her muscles slowly she groaned at the pain in them. Arawn had figured out that while she could turn her floggings to pleasure - making them a bit useless as chastisement - she couldn't do the same with the pain and ache that filled her muscles from being bound in once position for long periods. Finally standing she went to the bathing chamber and drew a hot bath.

Sinking into the hot water she sighed softly and felt her mind begin to drift as her muscles relaxed. An acolyte...she couldn't help wondering what that change in status would mean. Probably even harder training and more work she thought with a small laugh. If Arawn pushed her any harder he'd have to take days out of the week if he wanted to seek the pleasures of the flesh on her body because she simply wouldn't be fit for it after a long day of lessons.

Smiling at the thought she looked down at her body and ran her hands down over her stomach. Where once it had held a gentle curve it was now taut and completly flat. Her arms had once been soft as well but after months of training with sword, shield, and magic there was very little fat left to her body and her soft inviting curves had given way to a sleek muscled grace. Some days she missed that old softness and others she reveled in the new lines of her body and the new skills she had learned.

When the water finally began to cool she scrubbed herself well and washed her hair. Drying with a large soft towel she slowly moved to the vanity and began to massage sweetly scented oils into her skin until it was soft, supple and shining. Her hair she pinned into a midnight mass on her head and with a start she realized it was nearly moonrise.

Grabbing her Novice robe she made her way through the tower to the alter room. As she moved through the halls her mind still and quieted and she wrapped a sense of peace around her like a cloak before entering quietly. Not seeing Arawn yet she moved foward and knelt before the alter, her mind held quiet in silent contemplation.

 

[cgraven]

And so Arawn left Phedre watching him in stunned silence to make his own preparations for the ceremony that would take her from Novice to Acolyte. He went to the black Dragon, the Lady Noir. Her golden eyes shimmered as she beheld him the great head lowered in loving submission. The Mage winced in pain as he inserted the golden rings in the piercings on his chest, the scared flesh resisting their passage, a ruby drop forming to trickle down his body. The Mage’s hands moved in the long practiced rituals of saddling and bridling the dragon. He dawned the thigh ebony leather armor, which fit like a second skin. The reigns attached to the ring he mounted the Lady Noir and soared into the sky his hands free for shield and sword.

They soared through the sky their movements graceful and intimate as lovers on in body and mind. Arawn went to the forge of creation and from its living fires forged a golden ring, setting mystic runes and warding on it. He fashioned it with all the love and passion he had for Phedre, for it was to be her ring the sign of her status as an acolyte. As the sun set low and the western horizon he returned to the keep. He cleansed and purified his body, set the chapel for the ceremony at the moon’s rising, the small table set and covered with a burgundy cloth, the symbol of blood and passion.

Phedre was kneeling before the alter as he entered the full moon’s pale shimmering light just caressing the marble alter.

“Rise Phedre.”

He took the novices white robe from her outstretched hands and led his love to the alter where she had given her virginity to him so long ago now. As on that night Arawn seduced Phedre’s body with his mouth, he worshiped her breasts and nipples, explored the firm well toned curves of her sensual body, reveling in their strength and supple grace. He sought each little hidden secret place that brought her so much pleasure. He lashed her pussy and cunt with his tongue till her young body quivered with a burning need for release, her clit throbbing, and yet he did not grant her release.

He left Phedre in her desperate need and pulled back the burgundy cover to revel a blow of water, soap, razor, and the golden ring.

“Do not succumb to your passion Phedre till I give you permission.”

Sensually he lathered her mound, he chanted over the razor and ring his fingers moving in ritual patterns that the young beauty had never seen before. The pale moonlight glinted from the razor’s edge as he took the rasp of it gliding across the young beauty’s delicate flesh the only sound in the still chapel. With each rasping pass he left smooth bare skin in the razors wake as he shorn Phedre of her dark downy fleece. The sweet scent oil bathed her bare pussy.

Arawn took the ring, its points sharp as the serpent’s tooth. His fingers gentle squeezed the fleshy hood that guarded Phedre’s throbbing clit the ring bit into Phedre’s flesh piercing the hood of her clit, forever leaving that throbbing bud exposed.

You May cum Phedre.”

 

[caela]

“Do not succumb to your passion Phedre till I give you permission.”

Phedre groaned softly at his words, her body ached deeply with the need for release. Calling on all of her control she calmed her body and slowed her racing heart to a normal beat. Her flesh still quivered with need but she had regained her control over herself and her eyes watches Arawn intently.

She had only a moment to wonder what he planned with the implements he revealed before he was lathering her mound and the razor began it's sweeping passes over her flesh. She was startled to watch her hair fall away and then her body shivered as she discovered that this flesh was even more tender and sensitive without it's gaurding of hair.

She saw the ring still lying there and didn't understand what it was for until he brought it toward her body and gripped the hood of her clit tenderly. As pain blossomed through her she heard his permission to cum and felt the most intense release she had ever experienced sweep through her body until it left her limp and breathless on the alter. She looked down and could just see the glint of the golden ring in the moonlight and her eyes turned up to his, "Why the ring Master?"

 

[cgraven]

"Why the ring Master?"

“It is your wedding ring Phedre.”

There was an uncomprehending look in her dark passion filled violet eyes. Arawn marveled at how express they here laying bear for the world the secrets of her heart and soul for all who cared to read them. Yet they had not, her father had not seen her need for freedom, nor had her sister seen the love there for her. All they could see was a princess to be pampered and kept safe, a spoiled threat to ambitions. The demons had seen the dark passion that seized with in the young beauty before she ever realized that they lurked with in her and the Mage had seen her unconditional love when she gave him her heart.

“As the virgin’s wedding parts her from her past life. So you are now parted from the past. As she takes a new name so now Phedre you will chose a new name.”

Her mentor and Master’s voice was calm soothing as he laid bare her new life yet his eyes told her that he too loved her unconditionally. There also seemed a deep sadness in Arawn’s eyes, a sorrow born of some unknown knowledge, whose time of revelation had not come yet.

The ring will keep you open to the slightest pleasure and stimulation, allowing you to embrace all pleasure, it will be a blessing and a curse as well. The choice of which will be yours.”

The mage waited for her to choose her name, for as Phedre’s virginity had passed from her on the alter, so would all that she had been, a new life lay before her for the taking. His eyes saw the golden gleam of her clit ring in the moon’s pale light. The rise of her breasts as she took each breath, the way her flat abdomen dipped in toned perfection, her long athletic legs. Arawn knew her ring would increase both hers and her lovers pleasures when they took her. How right her mother had been for the stunning beauty truly had a body made for loving.

 

[caela]

Staring up at the moon her mind spun with all that Arawn told her. A wedding ring, a new name, a new life. It was so much to take in and yet it all made sense. A name, she needed name.

Watching the moon she saw in her minds eye that which she sought to become, a ride of dragons. Her new name should encompass that somehow. Dragons...serpants of fire...fire serpants...of course! Looking up to him she smiled softly and murmured her new name softly, "Orinda, to bind me to those I seek to learn to ride."

Orinda meant fire serpant in a tongue that was slowly fading but that her great grandmother had used to tell her stories in. It was a name she had always thought was beautiful simply in itself and in it's meaning and now she used it to name herself as she looked into the fathomless depths of her Master's gaze and wondered at the sadness she saw there. She wondered what knowledge he was holding back from her but knew he would tell her in his own time and trusted him to know when it would be right.

 

[cgraven]

The moon kissed Phedre’s body with her soft light as the Mage a waited for his love to speak the name she would now be forever known as.

“ Orinda”

The name flowed from her lips like living fire, it spoke of the beauty and grace of the dragons, the living passions of her pure firry spirit. The name fitted her it bore the magic of a time long past, it spoke to her very nature, strong, beautiful, and passionate. Yes these where all part of the young beauty he loved and her choice pleased him.

“Arise Orinda.”

Arawn held out his hand to his love, no longer the spoiled pampered princess she arose for the first time as the acolyte of the dragons. She stood there naked as on the day she was born. Arawn fingers began to move in the time honored patterns of the ritual that would complete her passage he summoned forth magic to bless her new robes. The mage draped her shoulders with the crimson robe trimmed in white. The robe hung from her pale shoulders, the helm brushing the floor as it actuated her body’s natural charms.

“Hold out your hands Orinda.”

He laid a golden cincture across her uplifted palms.

“Grid yourself for the battles to come.”

Arawn’s lips brushed Orinda for the first time in a kiss that spoke to her of his love, admiration and respect that he held for her.

 

[caela]

Orinda...the name somehow sounded right to her ears when he said it and it brought a smile to her lips. Standing before him with the new robe around her shoulders her smile to him was tender and loving as well as a bit shy. When his lips touched her she wrapped one arm around his neck her fingers lightly cupping the back of his head to return the kiss.

"I love you," she said softly.

 

[cgraven]

When his lips touched her she wrapped one arm around his neck her fingers lightly cupping the back of his head to return the kiss.

"I love you," she said softly.

He took her his bed and loved her with his whole being.

The next morning Arawn laid out a pair of thigh high black boots and a leather corset that would reminder of the ring she now wore. Arawn knew the changes that must occur, but still it sadden him. He waited for her in the training room a smiled bowed his lips as she came in so gracefully and knelt at his feet.

“Orinda I started to make your armor. And it is time you hah your own room.”

 

[caela]

Orinda smiled softly at the boots and corset and noted that it left everything between them bare with a soft laugh. She still trembled when the air his her freshly shaven mound and even the simplest movements made the new ring rub against her clit and had her in a constant state of readiness. It was going to take some serious control not to let that little ring control her life and she decided she would have to go for a long walk around the Tower later if there was time until she could push the pleasure to the back of her mind and simply concentrate.

Making her way to the training room she knelt lightly at Arawn's feet as was their custom for here he was the Master.

“Orinda I started to make your armor. And it is time you hah your own room.”

"Armor? What sort of Armor Master? And why must I have my own room? I would much rather simply stay in yours." The last was said with a small smile while her violet eyes flashed heatedly to him. "I trust you to know best but may I ask why?"

 

[cgraven]

As always the young beauty had a hundred questions that came tumbling out all at once. Her mind was keen and agile but at times her patience left something to be desired. The Mage also caught the sweet fragrance of his love arousal.

“Your armor will be of leather and fit you like a second skin Orinda.”

No longer did her master refer to her as girl, for now as an acolyte she had earned the respect to be called by name.

I would much rather simply stay in yours." The last was said with a small smile while her violet eyes flashed heatedly to him. Oh how Arawn wished that that could be yet the time that she would need privacy was soon approaching, after that then if she still desired his bed he would not deny her.

“Girl……………..”

His mind distracted he realized his error and immediately corrected.

“……………Orinda you will need a place to meditate to prepare for your search for a dragon. Your spirit will call to him and his to you.”

The Mage paused deep in thoughts that he kept to himself. His face an unreadable mask.

“ This is done in dreams, a dream search if you will and he will not approach you if another spirit is present.”

He had told the young beauty the truth as far as it went, it was not a half truth but he did no explain the whole process to her.

“Your second trial will soon be at hand Orinda, and this time the demon will be able to touch your mind as well as your body.”

The back of the mage’s hand caressed the young girl’s cheek.

”This is a free day a day of celebration how do you wish to celebrate My Love”

Gone was the Master and in his place was just Arawn the man.

 

[caela]

“ This is done in dreams, a dream search if you will and he will not approach you if another spirit is present.”

Orinda listened and she could tell there was something here that Arawn wasn't telling her. He was leaving out the details and she found that that irked her but she pushed the annoyance from her. He would tell her when the time came to tell her and until then she supposed it was a test of her patience to give her pieces of the puzzle but not the whole of it.

”This is a free day a day of celebration how do you wish to celebrate My Love”

She'd shivered under his caress to her cheek and a slow smile curved her lips at his question. A playful light colored her eyes as she teased him with her answer, "Ohhh well you know Love we could just curl up and play a game of chess." How she kept her voice steady and serious she didn't know but her eyes sparkled with mirth and the corners of her lips twitched in a smile.

 

[cgraven]

"Ohhh well you know Love we could just curl up and play a game of chess." How she kept her voice steady and serious she didn't know but her eyes sparkled with mirth and the corners of her lips twitched in a smile.

He had felt the slight shutter of desire when he caressed her cheek, the soft light that played if her soft violet eyes and the darker flare off passion that lay beneath. This playful side of his love he had not seen before. Oh yes he had seen herself doubt, her passion, the tender way she had surrender to him she came to his bed, the firry spirit that flared within her soul, and the driving desire to succeed in all that she turned her mind to and the impatience when she did not immediately succeed. Yet this playfulness this freedom of spirit was something new.

Arawn suited the way she tried to keep a straight face and yet the little smile the paled at the corners of her mouth touched him so.

“Ah a game of chess, would be delightful. Move, counter move and strategy and excellent choice to while away the hours.”

There was playfulness in his answer as he teased the young beauty, for he was quite sure that chess was the last thing on her mind. He had dropped his hand and his fingers traced idle little patterns on her inner thigh as he spoke.

“The boots suit you well Orinda. Or perhaps a pleasant day of reading?”

His fingers straying to the thin strip of leather that barely covered the rose pedal lips of her pussy. He could feel the moist heat building in his love as his finger slid along the leather.


“ Your corset seems to fit well Orinda.”

The mage paused as a soft moan escaped her lips.

“That is unless you have something else in mind my naughty little girl”

 

[caela]

“The boots suit you well Orinda. Or perhaps a pleasant day of reading?”

She grinned when he teased her in return and delighted in it. Granted the only thing on her mind was spending a pleasant day tucked into his bed with him but there was something in her that wanted to tease first. It was as if having a new name set a part of her free and she was just realizing it. She was no longer Phedre the girl reared to seriousness and the worries of a throne but now she was Orinda, a young woman free to feel her passions and to revel in each facet of her own personality.

She felt his fingers playing against the leather of her boots and corset and gasped softly. She could repress the way her body rose just slightly as if opening itself to him.

“That is unless you have something else in mind my naughty little girl”

She smiled slowly and nodded her head. "Something else in mind indeed," she purred and reached out to draw him close. Her lips were soft and pliant as they moved on his but to they were filled with the hunger that was burning inside of her. "Make love to me Arawn."