In the Devil's Keeping

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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.

The vision that Phedre presented as the tip of her pink little tong snaked out to lap at her own breast was delightful with each lick more of her pride was striped from her. Arawn briefly toyed with the idea of having the proud little princess tease her own nipple but was satisfied for the moment watching the forbidden shutter of pleasure as her tongue slide across the taunt bud. When Phedre had cleaned her left breast. She lowered her head in utter defeat.

Arawn saw the thoughts that flashed through her confused mind, he could here her soft angelic voice ask why, how, had she come here, then the sudden fear that flared as she realized that the mage could see in to her deepest being and that there was no place to hide from him not even in the sanctuary of her mind.

Yes sweet child there is no place you can hide from me, not even here. He saw the love she held for her parents, and for her sister Selene he smiled as each loving image took shape in her mind. He was the piercing green eyes of Selene and then he let Phedre see how she came into his power. He tormented the proud young princess with the truth, crueler than any beast he could summon to torment her supple body.

“Come Sweet Child.”

He took Phedre’s hands and drew her to her feet. He swept her into his arms her pale beauty held against his dark form. He carried her from the tower room he could feel the frustration that raged within her unfulfilled body.

When he put her down he laid Phedre on the dark burgundy silken sheets of his bed. The sweet fragrance of warm oil filled the room the flickering torches light bathe her body in golden light. Warm scented oil caressed Phedre virginal form, Arawn’s hands seductively massaged her enflaming the unfulfilled needs that raged within the tormented beauty the tenderness of his touch infinitely crueler than the caws and forked tongs of the beast he had summoned to torment and tempt Phedre body.

 

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He saw the piercing green eyes of Selene and then he let Phedre see how she came into his power. He tormented the proud young princess with the truth, crueler than any beast he could summon to torment her supple body.

"No," she whimpered not wanting to believe it. Her sister couldn't have done this to her...not Selene! She loved her little sister and had thought that Selene loved her as well. As much as she wanted to rebell against the images Arawn showed of her sister that rang true through her mind and did more to weaken her spirit than any monster he could have summoned.

She felt herself swept up into his arms and barely reacted. She could still feel the throbbing in her body but her mind was consumed with thoughts of her sister. If she'd wanted her out of the way why not just kill her? It would have been kinder then selling her to this man who could summon demons to torment her and could see into the very darkest corners of her mind. Could Selene have truly hated her so much that she'd take pleasure knowing Phedre was tormented so?

She was startled to realize he was laying her out on a large bed covered in silk sheets, the dark burgandy making her pale flesh alsmost seem to glow against it. She felt him massaging sweet scented oil into her skin and gave herself up to the tenderness of his caresses to push away the painful thoughts of her sister's betrayal.

Once more her body gave pleasure where her mind would have revolted and soon she writhed under Arawn with a need she didn't understand. She could feel it building inside of her and thought it must be some new torture that would never end as she arched and pressed up to his hands, her own fingers curling into the sheets in tight fists. In her innocence she didn't even realize this pleasure could peak and break through her in release but thought it mearly another torment to her body.

Voilet eyes finally looked up to him and though she didn't know it they had darkened to nearly black with the desire that flooded through her, a soft whimpering reaching his ears, "Please."

 

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The innocent young beauty’s body arched to his massaging hands pressing her hungering flesh to Arawn’s seductive caress. He could smell her arousal, feel her trembling need . Violet eyes finally looked up to him and though she didn't know it they had darkened to nearly black with the desire that flooded through her, a soft whimpering reaching his ears, "Please."

Arawn’s mouth slowly lowered to Phedre’s his tongue slid across her parched lips, to slip within the moist cavern of the girl’s mouth to taste her for the first time. He let the kiss linger, let it grow with the intensity of Phedre’s burning need till they both shared the same life giving breath. Slowly he broke their kiss leaving the proud young beauty hungering for more, her lips clinging to his till the last possible moment. His dark form slithered down her pale chaste body light sensual kisses intermingled with seductive tonguing and passionate nips followed the curve of her slender neck. With a maddeningly leisurely slowness he explored the contours of her heaving breasts to finally capture a puckered nipple between his teeth the tip of his tongue flicking across its tip.

Phedre’s whimpering and gasped sighs where music to his ears as her body surrendered to him. Again his kisses trailed lower across the fevered flesh of the proud beauty’s quiver abdomen. Her drew out the moment of her fulfillment till she was thrashing and bucking wildly with her need for release. His hot breathe stirred the young virgin’s downy fleece, his hands pressed open her silken thighs opening her virgin treasure to him and then his mouth claimed Phedre bring her the release she now so desperately craved.

Again the hated word slowly formed in the very dept of Phedre’s soul. that word which she had rebelled against, fought so hard to deny, Master

 

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His hot breathe stirred the young virgin’s downy fleece, his hands pressed open her silken thighs opening her virgin treasure to him and then his mouth claimed Phedre bring her the release she now so desperately craved.

Her eyes flared wide and a sharp scream flooded through the air as released crashed through her, her body feeling as if it was exploding into a thousand shards of light as pleasure exploded out from her belly. She bucked and wirthed under his mouth until she collapsed back into the sheets, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath and looks down at Arawn.

"W-wh-what, was that?" she barely managed to ask.

Again the hated word slowly formed in the very dept of Phedre’s soul. that word which she had rebelled against, fought so hard to deny, Master

Hearing that word in her head she hissed softly knowing it didn't come from herself but from him and hating that he could get into her mind like that. Still weak from the release that had shuddered through her she still managed to push it away and grumble softly, "Stay out of my head damnit."

 

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As the proud young beauty was engulfed by her orgasm his sweet voice caressed her ears I am your Master and you please me.

"W-wh-what, was that?"

Phedre gasped as she bucked and thrashed as her orgasm slowly started to ebb her violet eyes still black with the pleasure and desire that pulsed through every fiber of her being.

“Pleasure, pleasure as you have never known Phedre, and as I can give you pleasure I can also give you pain, pain that you can not possibly imagine Sweet Child.

"Stay out of my head damnit."

“Would you rather have me in your body Sweet Child?”

He paused his head lifted from the proud young beauty’s virginal innocence, his dark lips glistening with Phedre’s own sweet nectar.

“ Why do you fight so hard to admit the truth? Is it because you are the Princess Phedre heir to your father’s thorn”

His black depthless eyes holding her striking violets eyes captive in his unblinking gaze.

“Look around you Phedre do you see any maids in waiting, do you see men at arms to guard and protect you? To all outside this keep you are dead they saw you snatched by a black dragon. Your are no longer the Princess Phedre you are my slave bought and paid for and I am your Master girl have no doubts of that..”

“Now WHO AM I Sweet Child?”

 

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“ Why do you fight so hard to admit the truth? Is it because you are the Princess Phedre heir to your father’s throne”...“Now WHO AM I Sweet Child?”

Hissing softly she managed to squirm back away from him, curling her body into the corner of the bed. She knew there was nowhere to run to, no escape but she needed to put some distance between him and her trecherous body. Tossing her head regally she stared down across the bed at him and couldn't help shuddering to know that the shimmering fluid on his lips had come from her own body and was evidence of her pleasure.

"Which truth? The truth that you believe yourself my Master simply because my sister hated me enough to betray me to you? Money and betrayal don't make you my Master and my saying so has nothing to do with a royal title or birth.

Who you are is Arawn, the man whose laid a claim on my life and body by trecherous means. A man who can make my very body betray me and who can force me his will, a powerful sorceror indeed. But you are NOT my Master," she growled at him.

 

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Who you are is Arawn, the man whose laid a claim on my life and body by treacherous means. A man who can make my very body betray me and who can force me his will, a powerful sorcerer indeed. But you are NOT my Master," she growled at him.

Arawn drank in the bitterness of Phedre’s soul her firry spirit filling him with desire for her as she shrunk back from him in horror.

“ So my proud Princess you think you know who and what I am. You think because your father shirred you that you are a princess royal, and to bend to any man is beneath you.”

Arawn’s eyes held Phedre’s in there unblinking gaze his face darkly handsome.

“Until the day that you call me Master and beg me to take your virginity I hall give you to the legions of hell as a play toy.”

As the mage spoke there was a terrible rending in creation shaking it to its very foundations. As the beast of hell came for the cowering beauty, came to claim their toy.

Phedre supple young virginal body was stretched and spread-eagled in the pits of hell the searing heat dancing over her bound form. A demon loomed before her its clawed fingers entwined in her silken tresses his lipless mouth claimed hers in a kiss that seared the young beauty’s soul, slowly it withdrew, his hideous body sprouting hundreds of tentacles. They slithered across the burning floor encircling Phedre’s long graceful legs, they caressed the sensual curve of her calves, encircled her trim waist, slide between the sweetly scent valley between her breasts. One forced its self between Phedre’s full ripe lips and raped her mouth and throat. Others formed jaws and fastened on to her nipples their sharp teeth singing into the proud beauty's flesh as they suckled her.

Two tentacles tried to force their way into Phedre’s virgin ass. The horrified beauty felt sharp fangs claim her clit, as another swelled within her virgin passage pressing against t her maiden head.

The demon tormented Phedre’s body without end exciting it, tempting it but never giving her the release that Arawn had let her taste. There was no rest for Phedre and time lost its meaning.

 

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“ So my proud Princess you think you know who and what I am. You think because your father shirred you that you are a princess royal, and to bend to any man is beneath you.”

"Bending to any man is not beneath me, nor is yeilding beneath me because of my birth. Bending to trechery, betrayal and rape however is beneath me as a woman and a human being." Her eyes narrowed and she continued without thought to his power or her own safety, "You may be much more pleasant to look on than the beasts you call forth but you're just as much of a monster!"

“Until the day that you call me Master and beg me to take your virginity I hall give you to the legions of hell as a play toy.”

Tossing her head at his words she refused to respond until she felt the world lurch around her and a small cry of fear parted her lips. As the beast he'd summoned draw her down to the depths of hell she screamed in fear and thrashed against the demon. Beating at the beast with her fists and kicking it with her feet until it layed her out to torment her body.

The clawed fingers in her hair made her whimper in pain and the searing kiss of the monster over her made her shudder both in revulsion and desire as it tormented other parts of her body. It took her seconds...or was it hours?...to realize that the reason she felt hands everywhere were because the beast has tenticles that it was using to torture her with. She writhed and screamed and tried to get away even as her body flooded with pleasure. This time however the pleasure was a torture as the beast refused to bring her to release.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bucked and writhed for what seemed an eternity, she knew that somewhere Arawn was watching her torment and relishing in it and she refused to give him what he desired. She refused to cry out to him and call him Master no matter the torment of her body.

 

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Phedre’s torment continued, her body used but never grated release, as the demons of hell toyed with her drawing withering pleasure and screams from her body but never the blissful release that Arawn had granted her. Through her endless torment Phedre’s pride held out as each beast, each demon brought her more torment and pain till they mixed with the unfulfilled pleasure becoming one.

Then came a new horror one that did not touch her body, nor threaten to take Phedre’s virginity. The shadowy form shimmered before the tormented beauty, it had no defined shape but rather shifted changing forms like the mists on the mores. Its shadowy arm swept in front of the proud little Princess violet eyes. Slowly the shimmering mist took shape and she saw her father, he was older than she remember, worn and tired looking a small child played at his knee, and then there was Selene heavy with child.

“Father a new son for you my husband and king.”

The demon did not try to deceive Phedre but rather torment her with truth. It revealed to her all of Selene treachery, how she had sought out Arawn, how she had at first refused Saline’s offer to kill Phedre, and only relented when he was offered her as a slave. If it had not been for that act she would now lay dead. Yet this demon was not through tormenting the proud young beauty. He showed her selfness, how Phedre had tormented her maids, and servants treating them no better then slave to jump at her slightest whim. It made her see that what she was suffering at Arawn’s hands was the same as she had made other’s suffer her whole pampered life. Every unfeeling act, selfish act of her young life Phedre was forced to see in the cold unyielding light of truth.

 

[caela]

It made her see that what she was suffering at Arawn’s hands was the same as she had made other’s suffer her whole pampered life. Every unfeeling act, selfish act of her young life Phedre was forced to see in the cold unyielding light of truth.

Phedre watched as if entranced, she couldn't take her eyes from the scenes played out before her and it was these that in the end hammered through the wall of her pride. How could she have been so selfish? She knew in her heart that this demon showed her only a part of the tale, for while she could be selfish at times she was also generous and kind by nature and most of the acts shown her were done not unfeeling, but simply unthinking. Many she'd later apologized for to her maids and other servants. Still to see them played out in all their detail as well as to be forced to watch her own sister's trechery broke her heart.

A howling cry of pure anguish filled her throat and reached out to the corners of the hell she was trapped in. As her pride finally broke she whimpered softly, "You win Master, come claim my virginity if you still wish it."

 

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As her pride finally broke she whimpered softly, "You win Master, come claim my virginity if you still wish it."

The demons screamed, their howls tearing at Phedre’s senses, as their supple innocent toy was taken from them and yet still their hands reached to draw the broken beauty back to their clutches and the torments of her own private hell.

Phedre found herself again on Arawn’s bed her body still aching with the unfulfilled pleasure that she had endured, aching to be released. His mouth again gave the innocent beauty what her body craved but her soul could not till so recently admit.

As Phedre again arched her body in sublime release, Arawn did not pull away but wrung several more shattering orgasms from the young virgin. Her supple body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that glistened in the flickering torch light.

His voice came to her not from within her mid but from Arawn’s dark lips his breathe hot as the fires she had been tormented in washed over her slender neck.

“Who am I Sweet Child.


“What do you offer me?’


“IS this your will?”

The questions tormented Phedre demanding answer and in her heart Phedre knew that there was no place that she could hide from, no way that she could deny what she had offered to give him, and all hope seemed to feel from her soul as his fingers now again fanned forbidden passions deep within her innocent body.

 

[caela]

“Who am I Sweet Child. “What do you offer me?’ “IS this your will?”

Phedre turned her head as the question circled around in her mind. Oh he'd spoken them aloud but stil they ran in circles through her brain tormenting her as his fingers now again fanned forbidden passions deep within her innocent body. She couldn't stop the sob that broke past her lip and had welled up from her very soul.

"You're my Master and all I have to offer you is my body." The last question though was the one that haunted her the most. Her will, in this place that was a joke. Nothing had been her will since that dragon had scooped her off the ground! "But no it's not my will. In this place though my will has no meaning and it is your will."

She'd answered honestly and could only pray it wouldn't buy her more torment. Though is seemed everything bought her more torment in this private hell she'd been brought to.

 

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She couldn't stop the sob that broke past her lip and had welled up from her very soul.

"You're my Master and all I have to offer you is my body."

“But no it's not my will. In this place though my will has no meaning and it is your will."

With her sobbed submission another layer of Phedre’s innocent was striped from her. She had offered Arawn her body, her preciously guarded virginity. True it was not of her own free will, that was the only shred of dignity that he left to her and yet she would never be able to deny that she had made the bargain to halt her torment.

“Very good Sweet Child you have seen the truth your will is nothing.”

Arawn continued to hold her soft violet eyes, her fear and anticipation building as her sacrifice approached. But he merely enfolded her in his arms. Cradling her despite her pitiful struggles.

“Hush now your body is mine rest, rest now Sweet Child.”

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Phedre’s life as a pampered princess was gone forever her life as Arawn’s slave had just begun. He had striped away her innocent ignorance of physical pleasure, of the joys and torments it could bring. Gone was her false pride, her soul laid bear to her faults and the treachery of Selene. Gone where the childish visions of a lover’s first caress in the fires of hell and the demon’s that had toyed with her supple body. All to soon Phedre’s virginity would be given to her Master the price of her release from the demons that had tormented her. All that was left to her was her soul and it had been wounded deeply.

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When Phedre woke covered by silken sheets she could have been in her own room. Arawn had left her clothing draped at the foot of the bed. A skirt of shimmering golden male that was nothing more than two separate panels attached at the waist by a thin golden cord, along with a similar golden shirt that would leave one breast exposed as well as her flat tummy. He was nowhere to be seen.

There where no locks, on the doors nor bars on the windows, there was no need for nothing could enter or leave the obsidian Keep but by Arawn’s will. A simple meal of fruits was set on a small silver table for Phedre.

She was free to wander where she willed, there was no sorcerer’s laboratory for Arawn had no use for such mundane things. As the sun set and the moon rose Phedre heard the whispered call in her mind Come to Me Sweet Child.

Arawn waited for her in a small chapel, a marble alter was bathed in pale moonlight.

 

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Arawn continued to hold her soft violet eyes, her fear and anticipation building as her sacrifice approached. But he merely enfolded her in his arms. Cradling her despite her pitiful struggles.

She cried out softly when he pulled her into his arms, tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard his voice telling her to rest but it was long before she did. Finally as spent from her tears as from the torment her body had been put through she simply curled against him and slept fitfully. Her dreams once filled with sweetness and joy now filled with the monsters that had become her reality.

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When she woke she slipped on the garments left for her and sighed softly. It seemed even the small dignity of decent clothing was to be denied her. She nibbled at the fruit left for her but didn't really eat much, she found she had little appetite at the moment and so she wandered aimlessly through the Tower. What she wouldn't have given to have stumbled on a library! Or a music room! She needed something to keep herself busy besides her thoughts or Arawn was quickly going to find his new pet going mad. The thought made her laugh ruefully as she continued to wander aimlessly.

As the sun set and the moon rose Phedre heard the whispered call in her mind Come to Me Sweet Child.

Phedre followed the direction that also appeared in her mind and found him waiting for her by the alter. She had to admit it was a beautiful sight, the marble alter bathed in the soft light of the moon. She'd always found moonlight comforting in some way and she wondered why he had brought her here.

 

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Arawn saw how the young girl’s eyes shown with appreciation for the marble alter, bathed in the pale moonlight.

“Beautiful is it not Phedre.”

It was the first time he had used her given name. As she began to answer he gently corrected her Master.

“Your skin is so much like the moon’s light, pale and perfect. A beauty so perfect it is almost untouchable. Did you know that from the beginning of time Phedre the moon has been the symbol of virginity and fertility.?”

Arawn noticed how the young beauty flinched at the word virginity.

“Oh my sweet Phedre nothing is forever. Once your where a child, now you are a young girl, soon you will be a woman. “

A solitary tear slid down Phedre’s flawless cheek. Arawn caught it on the tip of his finger, it shimmered like a perfect diamond, glimmered with the young girl’s innocent beauty. Slowly he reached out the tip of his tongue to consume Phedre’s solitary tear, savoring it as if it was the choicest of wines.

“The time has come Phedre to give what you have offered me, it is time you became a woman.”

Arawn’s lips brushed Phedre, his kiss almost chaste. His dark fathomless eyes gazed into the soft pale light of the young princess violet eyes.

“Remove your clothing and recline upon the alter Phedre.”

 

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“Remove your clothing and recline upon the alter Phedre.”

Phedre simply nodded and stepped back. She'd been surprised before when he'd used her name. It was the first time he'd called her by it and she found it strange to hear here own name. Odd how one became used to being called something and than to be called anything simply sounded off.

She'd wanted to push him away when he'd reached out to catch her tear but she'd held still and watched fascinate when he lapped it from the end of his finger. Now he wanted her to strip and stretch out on an alter as if the taking of her virginity were some sort of ceremony and not rape.

Oh she knew it could be argued that she had made this choice, offered her body to him and called him Master, but in the end the simple fact was she had no choice. And in her mind no matter how much he could make her body betray her, no matter how much pleasure he could make her feel that still made it rape.

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she slipped her clothes from her body and let them pool around her feet. Tears for what should have been given as a gift of love but would now be taken from her. As she climbed onto the alter and stretched out on it she couldn't look into his eyes and so she lifted her own to look out at the full moon casting it's light down upon her flesh.

 

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As she climbed onto the alter and stretched out on it she couldn't look into his eyes and so she lifted her own to look out at the full moon casting it's light down upon her flesh.

Phedre was stunning as she lay there on the marble alter, her pale skin bathed in moonlight. There where no chains to bind the young beauty other than her word. Arawn knew all that was in her heart, he knew she could not face the betrayal of her body, nor the pleasure that it had given her. The dark forbidden passion scared her more than the thought of rape. When she could not look in to Arawn’s eyes he knew that she feared the truth that she might see a truth in them she feared more than rape.

Arawn came to her, his mouth claiming hers. Slowly he seduced Phedre’s body with gentle touches, caresses, and tenderness so bitter in its sweetness, until again her body betrayed her and she whimpered in her need for release.

 

[caela]

Arawn came to her, his mouth claiming hers. Slowly he seduced Phedre’s body with gentle touches, caresses, and tenderness so bitter in its sweetness, until again her body betrayed her and she whimpered in her need for release.

She sighed softly as he came to her. She'd suspected that he would be tender, that he would bend her body to his will and damnit if he didn't get what he wanted. He body soon was writhing and filled with need that she still didn't fully understand except that she now knew how it could culminate and how it could be used to torture her when she didn't get the release she craved.

Finally drawing her eyes from the moon abover her she looked up into the eyes of the man above her and whimpered her need, "Please, I need release Master."

 

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Finally drawing her eyes from the moon above her she looked up into the eyes of the man above her and whimpered her need, "Please, I need release Master."

Arawn eyes smiled down at Phedre his dark eyes let the young beauty see into her own soul, the passion, the need, and a dark desire that filled her. Slowly he raised his hips, guided his iron cored cock to her virginal rose pink neither lips. His hips pressed forward cleaving her outer lips to slip within the young beauty’s chaste body. Arawn stilled letting Phedre adjust to him, and still his dark eyes held hers captive. Again he pressed slipping deeper into her, then drew back till he was almost clear of her. Arawn slowly stretched Phedre’s virgin pussy till he nudged her maiden head. He could feel her body quivering in anticipation. With one last thrust the proud young princess’s virginity was just a fleeting memory, as was her past life.

Arawn made love to Phedre, granting her the release that she had begged for. Yet more than that he made love to the pale raven haired beauty with a gentle tenderness that most girl’s dream of but never experience. Again and again Phedre thrashed and bucked in ecstasy her own sweet nectar shimmering on her inner thighs in the pale moon light. Arawn Lust and dark passion for Phedre exploded in white hot liquid passion that filled the girl’s hungering womb.

 

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Slowly he raised his hips, guided his iron cored cock to her virginal rose pink neither lips. His hips pressed forward cleaving her outer lips to slip within the young beauty’s chaste body. The feel of him slipping into her body made her gasp and her eyes flared wide, reaching up her finger curled into his shoulders, clinging tightly to him. She was startled that she hadn't felt any pain but he pulled back and pushed slowly back into her she realized he hadn't yet breached her maidenhead and whimpered softly knowing it was supposed to hurt when he did.

Phedre's lips parted on a soft cry as with one last thrust the proud young princess’s virginity was just a fleeting memory, as was her past life. The pain of it startled her but it wasn't has bad as she'd expected and Arawn gave her body time to adjust to the feel of him within her. Soon she was breathing normally as she sank back into the pleasure that had been consuming her body and the gentle rocking of her hips told him the pain was gone.

She didn't know when her legs wrapped around his hips - her pale flesh a stark contrast to his darker skin, especially with the moolight making her skin glow like ivory - or when her fingers slid up his neck to drawn his head down to her so that her lips could move on his. All she was aware of was the intense pleasure he gave her body and when at least his own release claimed him she felt his seed pouring into her in bursts of liquid heat.

Only when they were both spent did she collapse back against the alter, her legs loosening but not releasing his hips.

"Is it always like that?"

 

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In the end Phedre gave herself to her Master even as they lay there on the alter her young body spent did her legs loosening but not releasing his hips. her ankles still locked holding Arawn deep with in her. One more layer Phedre’s innocence faded away in a pleasant bliss.

When the moon set its pale light fading form the young beauty’s sacrificial alter. He gathered her into his arms, carrying her to his bed. Phedre stirred late that night in the dark of the moon and Arawn again made love to her, again he filled her was a pleasure that she could not have imagined just a few short hours ago..

When she awoke the next morning Arawn was there and he fed her, her breakfast as she ate from his finger tips. The mage had seen an emptiness in Phedre’s soul a longing in her heart.

“Phedre you have pleased me greatly and I have a surprise for you a little present.”

He took the shy beauty by the hand an led her to a door that hand not been there the day before. Behind that door was a library its oaken shelves lined the walls, a small spinet sat by a window.

“This is for you?”

Slowly Arawn withdrew leaving Phedre the freedom of his gift. There where book and tomes on any subject that might peek the young woman’s interest. Some dealt with the occult many with the erotic. Some would tempt her to read them others would blur if they threatened the Master.

Phedre was allowed to enjoy her gift and to reflect on the pale moon light and the marble alter.

 

[caela]

“Phedre you have pleased me greatly and I have a surprise for you a little present.”

She smiled softly wondering what the sorcerror would consider a fitting gift for a woman he considered his slave. Grateful for his help from the alter she followed him quietly down the hall and her brows knit together when he showed her a door she was positive hadn't been there earlier when she'd been exploring. Then it dawned on her that a man who could summon demons could most likely change his surroundings at will if her chose...At least exploring would never be boring.

When he opened the door she gasped softly and her violet eyes went wide in delight at the sight of the library before her. Spinning on him she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek with childish delight before nearly running inside and losing herself in the books lining the walls. Despite the hellish landscare out the window Phedre suddenly felt as if she was in heaven as she find the history volume she'd been working her way through at home and curled up in one of the chair with it in her lap. She never noticed Arawn slipping away and was quickly so lost in the book that she no longer noticed she was reading it naked as well.

She didn't know how long it was, minutes...hours, before her stomach started growling and she looked up from the book in surprise to realize that the sun was coming up over the horizon. No wonder she was hungry! Suddenly realizing her state of undress she couldn't help the blush that colored her cheeks and krept down her throat. She was going to have to get Arawn to at least consider giving her a robe to wear if she could. The gold outfit from the day before might be one he found attractive but it was also not exactly comfortable and would probably be less so if she tried to read in such clothing.

Shaking her head as her stomach rumbled again she put the book away and made her way back toward Arawn's bedroom. He hadn't given her a room of her own so she wasn't sure where else to go to find food since she hadn't found the kitchens in her explorations the day before.

 

[cgraven]

The sweet sent of innocence, the alluring call of virginal blood reached out to the deepest recesses of hell. They came slithering and crawling drawn by its heady fragrance . All the fiendish creatures that had tormented Phedre’s body and soul who had been denied entrance to her chaste body came. They gathered around the pale marble alter where her virginity had been sacrificed, their tongues licking its cold surface in the dark of the moon, savoring the ruby wine of her spent innocence thirsting for her supple body that would no longer be barred to them, and hungering her the chaste beauty’s innocent soul.

Arawn was lost in thought the memories of Phedre’s soft gasp of pleasure, the feel of her arms warped around his neck her soft body pressed to his, the sweet childish kiss upon his cheek both disturbed and delight the mage. It was true that he relished her innocent glee in that moment but it also stirred feelings long forgotten, feelings from the time before his own torture had twisted his soul. Arawn steeled himself against those feelings, for he knew one unguarded moment could lead to disaster the slipping of a ward that protected his keep.

It was after dawn when she came to his bed chamber, Phedre’s movement graceful her naked hips swaying seductively as she padded in on bare feet, her body lush with her newly awakened womanhood. The Sweet child was no more in her place stood a young woman, a woman he desired.

“My gifted pleased you Phedre?”

As she approached he looked to the floor at his feet. Then beheld her soft violet eyes a slow smile bowed his ageless lips. He did not command her to kneel, but waited to see what the young beauty would do.

“You must be hungry Phedre.”

Arawn held out a piece of succulent fruit to her on his finger tips.

 

[caela]

As she approached he looked to the floor at his feet. Then beheld her soft violet eyes a slow smile bowed his ageless lips. He did not command her to kneel, but waited to see what the young beauty would do.

Phedre saw that glance and knew what it meant and while it riled her to think of kneeling to anyone she was well aware of the control he had over his Tower and so she sank to her knees at his feet. The move might have looked submissive to anyone else but she knew Arawn could see into her mind if he wished and didn't even bother to try and hide her annoyance at such condescention. How many times would he feel it necessary to remind her of her place?

"You're gift pleased me very much Arawn...Master, "she corrected at a sidelong glance from him. Apparently he wasn't going to let her push that little envelope too soon.

“You must be hungry Phedre.” Arawn held out a piece of succulent fruit to her on his finger tips.

Her stomach growled at the sight of the fruit and she smiled softly up to him as she nodded her head, her raven tresses caressing her soft skin. "Famished, I was up all night reading and didn't even realize it." Laughing softly at her own sillyness she tipped her head and lightly plucked the fruit from his fingertips with her lips, her tongue unconciously sweeping out across his fingers licking the sweet juice from them.

 

[cgraven]

Rather than being displeased with the flare of the young beauty’s spirit he found it refreshing. Her joy at the gifted he had presented her oddly pleased him. He noted that she quickly corrected herself with just the merest glance from him when she had called him by his name and softly whispered Master. It was undeniable that Phedre’s body pleased him and yet he spirit the quickness of her mind also aroused thee mage.

The little growl of hunger called his thoughts back to the present.

"Famished, I was up all night reading and didn't even realize it." Laughing softly at her own silliness she tipped her head and lightly plucked the fruit from his fingertips with her lips, her tongue unconsciously sweeping out across his fingers licking the sweet juice from them.

The very sensual nature of Phedre’s act was so natural that Arawn was acutely aware this young beauty’s nature was more passionate than she knew, and their was a deep innocence to it as well. Arawn fed her from his fingers till Phedre had had he fill his arousal evident. The shy blush that colored the young woman’s cheeks and slowly spread to encompass her totally from head to foot excited him even more.

Arawn knew that that he could command Phedre to please him with her body, they both where well aware of the bargain that she had struck with him, he was her master, she the slave, her body and soul his to do with as he pleased. He could break her spirit, force her to his will, and continually remind the proud beauty of her status, yet he chose to wait to see if her word again would bind her. As he waited he asked a question.

“Phedre have you ever ridden a dragon?”

The question on the surface was preposterous, true she had been carried her in the grasp of the Black Dragon, but to have ridden one and soared across the sky on its back.

“Not evening your dreams Phedre.”

Slowly Arawn held out his hand to her.