Lust and Vengeance: Malcanthet's Promise. (Closed for Kaena and I)

[Ravenloft]

Tristran Luca, first born son of King Randolph Luca, was sweating dispite the chill dungeon air as he circled and chanted over the drugged and writhing chamber maid he'd seduced into being his sacrificial lamb. His father, the king was a vial, disgusting lecherous fool, having spread his seed across the valley kingdom these firsg two decades of Tristrsn's young life, weakening the royal liniage with more than two dozen bastards scattered throughout.

The Queen mother, his mother did not deserve such disregard and Tristran vowed to make his father pay for his base nature. Through years of study, he had learned the dark arts, subtle manipulations of flesh and blood, little more than parlor tricks, he could barely knit a minor cut or restore a young womans maiden head at best... until now! Until he discovered a tomb of great evil and power, bounty in human flesh and written in blood, or so the foreign merchant from a land far across the sea had claimed.

It held detailed entry's on how to summon a demonic patron who would give it's mortal servants vast and unimaginable power. Just what Tristran needed to topple his father's foul rule! He had painstakingly decide red the ritual over the lady two and a half years, the only thing left wax to perform it, as he was currently doing!

There was heat rising from the cold stone floors, seemingly without source as Tristan chanted, pulling the sash of his black silk robes loose. His robes fell open and he was naked underneath. While still chanting over the writhing servant girl, he took his member in hand and stroked it to throbbing life.

Thrumming, dark energies were rising up from unseen cracks in reality, flowing through Tristrams body, like a conduit, his cock acting like a lightning rod to absorb it in. The power wax exhilarating and quickly made him cum. Collecting his seed in a golden offering plate, he panted out the incantations to summon a demon.

Stepping up to the stone alter on which the young, whimpering woman lay, he painted runes upon her sweat sheened skin with his own spent seed, making her the earthly vessel for his summoned demon patron.

Something was happening to her, whispy black tendrils of smoke rose up from the earth and played across her skin, licking her flesh and penetration her body, driving her into a hazy drug induced fit of ecstasy, making her arch her back and writhe about, clawing at her own na ked breast and thigh, screaming out to some nameless god to save her, but it was far too late for thsg, she was already being inhabited by a demonic spirit, altering the course of her ignominious life forever.

It was not just any demoness Tristran had just called forth, no, his petition for a patron had drawn the notice of the Queen of Lust, Mistress Malcanthet herself! Tristran felt the power of her presence and immediately, instinctively fell to his knees, bowing his head low to show her respect.

 

[Kaena]

Malcanthet moaned as the man on his knees before her feasted on her eager pussy. The leash held in her hand was attached to the collar around his neck and she used it to guide him where she wanted him to go. She lay in the middle of the red satin sheets of a large bed that filled most of the room, surrounded by several couples engaged in various sexual acts. Her energy filled the room, fueling the lust of the others, driving them to a sexual frenzy as her own arousal rose. It was a den of lust, a den of sin, but it was her domain, and she was Queen.

Some would say that hell was ruled by the dark one, Lucifer, but they were wrong. Even Lucifer himself couldn't resist the taste of her sweet nector. All she had to do was deny him to make him do whatever she wanted. So, yes, he was a figure head ruler of the underworld, but they both knew who was really in control.

As for the humans that were sent down to the underworld and were sent to her, they soon went crazy with lust and spent their days craving her attention. She was never short of eager men to service her carnal needs. Once she grew tired of them, she sent them back to Lucifer to spend the rest of eternity longing for her touch.

She was growing tired already of the man between her legs. His talent was subpar at best and once he finally managed to get her off she would be discarding him. She moaned again as she felt her orgasm start to rise, she was so close. That's when she felt it. As if some unknown power was tugging at her. No! It couldn't be. She thought she had destroyed that book centuries ago, last time the humans had dared summon her to try to use her as a vessel of their revenge. She fought against the unseen pull but found she couldn't resist it. Whoever had the book was almost finished the ritual.

Screaming in frustration she felt herself pulled through the dimensions and land unceremoniously into the body of the young woman that lay upon the sacrificial alter. Her own scream of anger mingled with the scream of fear from the girl before she completely took control of the vessel she possessed. Once she had full control she opened her eyes and looked around the room she was called to. It appeared to be some sort of castle dungeon, the walls stone and cold. She shivered, cursing the limits of the mortal body she possessed and took a good look at her vessel. She couldn't say she was displeased with what she saw. The body was trim and young, with perky breasts that heaved with each breath. She would have preferred larger breasts, but, she would make due with what she was working with. She grimaced at the runes drawn on the body in what she knew was the seed of whomever had summoned her. She always hated that part of the ritual. She would rather arrive in a clean, untouched body.

Sitting up on the altar she brought her gaze around to the man she assumed had summoned her. He knelt naked, aside from a robe, his head bowed in respect.

“Who dares summon me?” she questioned, her voice booming through the silent room.

 

[Ravenloft]

"T-Trisran L-Luca..." The prince stammered, terrified of what he had just brought forth from the nine hells. *Heir to the Whore-King's throne..." He was not proud of the title, but it was the truth, his father was the worst whore in this plane of existence! If only his mother were in charge of the throne... although he did not know just who he had drawn out of hell, he felt her power and knew he had taken on more than he could handle by bringing her here.

"I... I beseech of you... Please help me to... Set things right in this land! There is so much corruption here, my father... He rapes every comely maid he can get his hands on... Neglects his bastard children and when one of his conquests dares to speak up, she either goes... Missing in the night... Never to be seen again, or is sent far away to some nunnery or other... He is a tyrant of the most perverse kind and must be stopped!" The young prince explained in a rush or panicked words.

His hope was that these abuses of innocent women might cause the summoned Succubi to extole her wrath without demanding his soul as payment. He had no idea who he was dealing with, his darkest thoughts were betraying him. (And once Father is dealt with I can have mother's affections for my own...)

 

[Kaena]

She stood towering over him, her gaze cold as she watched him tremble on his knees. It was always the same with humans. They thought they could summon a demon to do their bidding, not thinking of the consequences of their actions. This one didn't seem to be any different than the others. She listened to his plea without interruption, scowling at the mention of his father, the so called “King”. Men like him disgusted her and were usually the ones that Lucifer sent to her for special attention after their death.

Her anger towards his father built as he explained why he called her forth. But, she also felt an anger growing towards him as well. She knew he was bent on revenge, but by the way he was weaving his tale, she knew he was trying to direct her attention from him and a darker secret she sensed within him.

“I am not a puppet to be danced around on string,” she replied, her voice deep and sultry. She slid off the altar and moved to stand in front of him. “If I do decide to help you, it will be on my terms.” Reaching out she grabbed him by the throat and lifted him to his feet so she could look deep into his eyes.

“There is also a price for my help,” she said, allowing her eyes to travel down his nude body and back up to meet his gaze. “What are you willing to give me in return.”

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristan scurried back, too late, she was so powerful, she simply ignored the circle he had placed around the alter to keep her trapped within as though it were made of flimsy gauze and nothing more!

"H-how?!" Tritran stammered, falling backward, in a feeble attempt to get away from the unbound demon! "I m-meant no offense, great one!" He gasped out as she caught him by his throat. He instinctively reached up to try to pry her fingers from around his neck, but she posessed such strength that he might as well have been attempting to bend thick steel bars! "Y-yes, anything! With father gone, the throne would go to my mother, the queen, but I am c-certain that you would have her gratitude, as you would have mine for doing us, and our subjects this service!"

"Name your p-price!" Tristan croaked out, it was difficult to breath now, in her vice like grip, did she not know her own strength? She was killing him! Through his bulging eyes, he saw the way she looked his naked body over. "Muh... My body! Though it would claim my soul... I know I am already damned by the evil in my heart!" He was beginning to feel faint from lack of air... He knew he had sacrificed an innocent young woman to bring this powerful demoness to this plane and for that, he would have to pay in the after life... maybe if he let her claim his soul now, his eternal torment would be easier to bear? "J-just please... Don't h-hurt me?" He begged, slowly going limp in her grip, his hands falling uselessly to his sides, his toes barely touching the ground.

In his fading mind, to protect himself from the prospect of imminent death, he began to daydream about going to the queens bed and slipping in to nurse upon her breast in her sleep, unaware that the images his filthy mind were playing out were being seen by the Demoness as well. Something she could trigger with but a touch upon bare skin. Seeing men's deepest darkest desires. Oft times things they could never even admit to themselves.

 

[Kaena]

She could feel him clawing desperately at her hands to release her grip on his throat. She could see the fear in his eyes as she slowly squeezed the life out of him, or so he thought. She had no intention to kill him and she knew just how much he would be able to take before it was too late. But the fear, she fed off his fear. She reveled in it. He dared disturb her and deserved the consequences that came with it.

“Anything?” her laugh was decidedly evil as she shook her head at him. “Boy, you do not know what you are playing at. I am not sure you are ready to pay my price.”

"Name your p-price!" His voice was full of panic as she watch his eyes start to glaze over from lack of oxygen. If she didn't let go soon he would beyond hope.

“You,” she replied, pulling him towards her and running her tongue along his cheek. “You are my price. I want you mind, body and soul.” She loosened her grip just enough to let him breath for a second before tightening it again.

"J-just please... Don't h-hurt me?" She smirked at his words and shook her head again. “Oh, I am going to hurt you, I guarantee it. In time, you will like it, crave it and eventually beg me to hurt you.” As soon as she felt him go limp in her grip her mind was flooded with his deepest fantasy. She cocked her head to the side as the pictures of him, a grown man, suckling at his mother's breast. She had many depraved things in her life time, so this was mild to her, but still it didn't cease to amuse her.

Grabbing the robe he wore with her other hand she pulled it from his body, leaving him naked as she let go of his throat and watched him drop to the ground. Wrapping his robe around her naked body, she looked down at him, a smirk playing on her lips.

“It appears you have ulterior motives for ridding yourself of your father,” she mocked. “Can't fuck mommy dearest while he is around now can you? You're pathetic.” She turned back to the alter and sat back down on it, crossing her legs and leaning back to rest on her hands, the robe falling open to once again reveal the firm breasts of the young woman who's body she possessed.

“I will help you on the condition that you surrender yourself to me,” she said, her eyes once again flickering over his body.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran shuddered as the Demoness licked his cheek. "M-me?" He could not control his stammering. "But I have N-no power... Yet!" He managed to croak out.

He looked into her dangerous eyes and knew she spoke the truth, she would make him crave every pain she would inflict upon him... It made his eyes roll back and drew a mornful moan of defeat from his lips. Then... He was falling, and before he could stop her, she took his robe from him!

In shame, he hid his face and tightened his fists so that his finger nails bit into his palms, but it wasn't his naked flesh that caused him this torment... No! She had invaded the deepest recesses of his mind and somehow raped him of his most guarded secrets! How? How had she read him so easily?! He knew his soul was damned by this profane lust for the woman that gave him life! All the times he had spilled his seed, dreaming of putting that live giving elixer deep into her womb...

Tristran let out a pained sob and struck the ground with his fist, groaning in soul sick frustration over his twisted lusts. "You know nothing of my heart!" He dared to shout, still laying low as she sauntered past him, back to the alter. "I do this to cure the sickness my father spreads with his file seed! To see that the queen mother gets her rightful due! He is the monster! Not me! Not... Me..."

He quickly ran out of steam and stared up at the Demoness who wore the chamber maids young body like a glove... He was attracted to her and felt his body stir for her. He crawled up one step of the alter, and hung his head in defeat. "I surrender..." He whispered, lowering his lips to kiss her feet.

 

[Kaena]

Her gaze was indifferent, some would even say bored as she watched him crumble to the ground, his shame written all over his face. She had touched a nerve at the mention of his dark fantasy. His body lusted for his mother, but his mind tortured him. It was something she could use against him if she ever needed to. She was the queen of lust after all. She could take his lust for his mother and twist it to bend him to her will if she ever needed to.

You know nothing of my heart!" His voice though defiant wavered at his own torment. She could see that he was trying to convince himself just as much as trying to convince her "I do this to cure the sickness my father spreads with his file seed! To see that the queen mother gets her rightful due! He is the monster! Not me! Not... Me..."*

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she sneered. “But you and I both know that is not entirely the truth.”

She watched as he crawled up the step of the alter and hung his head. His head hung in defeat. She was sure when he devised the plan to summon a creature of darkness to help him rid himself of his father, he never dreamed that he would be the one surrendering at her feet.. As he kissed her foot, she ran her other foot along his shoulder. The brief glances she had of his body fueled the lustful flames inside her and she longed to take him and make him completely hers.

“Stand up,” she ordered, pushing him away with her foot. “Let me see the spoils of my bounty.”

Sliding off the alter again, she walked slowly around him, taking a good look at him from all sides. His body was strong and muscular, which pleased her. He would need to be strong to withstand her.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Mock me no more... I know my sins... Are they not torment torment enough? Life would be easier without the burden of my twisted soul... burning me from within." Tristran lamented, defeated. He rose slowly as she circled him. In his nakedness, he shivered under the gaze and gave himself a comforting sort of embrace, as if trying to fight off a chill.

"Will it hurt? Being stripped of my soul by your powers? I've read such things... such horrors... blood and pain... I won't resist you if you make it painless for me... may I make one last request? If I should die... would you please tell the queen I did this all for her? Out of love?"

 

[Kaena]

She slowly ran her nails along his bare shoulder. She could see the torment his own perversion gave him written all over his face. As much as it amused her to mock him, she decided to give him a break for now. He would know torment he couldn't imagine once she fulfilled her side of the bargain and returned to hell, dragging his soul with her.

She scowled as he wrapped his arms around himself, hiding some of his body from her. How dare he attempt to hide from her. Didn't he realize that he now belonged to her and she would not be denied. Placing her hand on the back of his neck, she dug her nails in the soft skin as she leaned in and ran her tongue along his ear.

“I said I want to look at all you,” she hissed, letting go of his neck and pulling his arms away from his body. Walking back in front of him she blatantly let her eyes travel along his body, from the sensual line of his neck down to between his legs where his cock hung. She licked her lips as her eyes traveled over his cock, pleasantly surprised at his size.

"Will it hurt? Being stripped of my soul by your powers?” She laughed at his question. He had no idea. There was a reason why the soul was not normally taken from someone who was alive. When she did finally decide to rip his soul from his mortal body, he would wish he was dead.

“I won't resist you if you make it painless for me” She smirked, running her hand down his cheek. She could make it painless for him if she wanted to, but why would she? He had summoned her for nefarious reasons, he didn't deserve her mercy. Besides, it was more fun for her if he resisted.

“You simple, naive mortal,” she purred, her hand moving from his cheek and down his chest and his taught stomach. “Your fragile body is nothing without your soul. I still have use for you in this form. I will not be taking your soul until our bargain has been completed.” Leaning in close to him she kissed his neck and the bit him, resisting the urge to draw blood. “But when I do, it will be far from painless”

She let the threat of his impending torture hang in the air as she let her hand drop down to his cock. Her gaze raised to meet his as she slid her hand along his exposed cock.

“How touching,” she mocked his request. “I will make sure to pass the sentiment along if I end up accidentally killing you.” She smirked at her words. She didn't intend to kill him, but, if he was not strong enough to endure what she had in store for him, she couldn't guarantee he would survive.

“Think you can handle me,” she asked, circling her hand around his cock. She could feel her arousal starting to pulse between her legs. The vessel she possessed was still a virgin, something she intended to rectify by giving him a taste of what she had in store for him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Tristran hissed in pain from the bite of Malcanthet's nails, which had grown more than an inch in length since she had inhabited the young chamber maids flesh. The heat of her tongue was scaldingly hot, she was certainly a creature of hell, there was no denying that.

"It's c-cold down h-here..." He moaned, trying to give her an explanation for his disobedience. Or was he referring to his limp and hanging member. He was young and had not seen other men, so he had no idea how well he was blessed, he just assumed it was average.

Malcanthet's laughter chilled him to the bone, then she smirked. Tristran couldn't tell which scared him more, the laugh or the smirk.

He dared to counter her statement. "Vampires are souless bodies and yet they are quite fearsome... How do you explain them? If being without a soul leaves a body so useless? Liches as well! Any undead for that matter! How can they exist without a soul? Ouch!!" * He winced as she bit his neck.

Looking down to see Malcanthet folding her fingers one by one around his slowly awakening cock, Tristran dared to scoff. "Do you intend beating my cock off as a punishment? Or am I missing the point?" In accepting that he was very likely to die soon, and knowing his soul would be hers to devour once he did, Tristran was emboldened in the face of his inevitable doom. Perhaps he could even glad her into ending his life quickly if he enraged her. Then she would be trapped in the mortal plane until her vessel died as well.

He took a. Quick glance up at her face as she said she would relay his message to his mother, should he die in the course of his vengeance. "Thank you, that is all that I ask of you, make my father pay and give my mother the peace she deserves..." He sounded so sincere.

"In Ludmilla's body? Yes, I think I can, if you mean... Intercourse? What will happen to her after you return to hell? Will she did? Or will she come back to her body? She was an innocent, but I needed a virgin to summon you, so..." Tristran shrugged, feeling a modicum of guilt over having sacrificed the shyly sweet young maid for his nefarious purposes. What was worse was having seduced her into it with some drugged wine and the promise of a princely kiss..."she deserved better..." He admitted, looking away from her, too guilty to stare.

 

[Kaena]

Malacanthet hissed at his mention of Vampires and other undead. They were an abomination. Creatures that had managed to somehow come back to life, even after their soul was sent to the afterlife. Even though she was a creature of darkness herself, she found no attraction to them. He didn't realize once she took his soul he wouldn't suddenly become this all powerful being on earth, his mortal body would die and only his soul would return with her to the underworld.

“Even those you speak of had to die first to become separated from their souls. They are not truly living now are they,” she replied, “They are just animated husks of what they used to be.”

"Do you intend beating my cock off as a punishment? Or am I missing the point?" At these words she tightened her hand around his cock, looking up into his eyes. “You would do well to mind your tongue boy,” she snarled. “I do not have any patience for insolence. And if you think you can goad me into killing you and trapping me here on earth, you better think again. I am one of the most powerful demons in the underworld, even Lucifer himself kneels at my feet. If I kill you, I would simply return to where I came from, but, not until after I exact my revenge on all those you love. Trying to trap me, would definitely not go well for you.”

Her laughter echoed through the chamber at his ridiculous answer to her question. Of course she was limited to the vessel she was summoned to, until she found another she wanted to move to, but, the mortal body she possessed didn't restrict her from using her full power on him. She could have him trembling on his knees within seconds if she wished to. He had no idea what he was toying with.

“This mortal body doesn't restrict me in any way boy, “ she replied, tangling her fingers in his hair. “I can fuck you for hours until you beg me to stop and it wouldn't even phase me.” With a flick of her hand she used her power to push him away from her and down onto his back. Standing straddling him, she looked down at him with a grin.

“It is on your conscience what is going to happen to this girl,” she replied, slowly lowering herself in a split above his cock. “You stole her innocence the moment you brought her here to be the vessel for your revenge. Once I am done with her she wont remember anything, but, her innocence will never be recovered.” With those words she impaled herself on his cock, savoring the brief pain as the virginity was stolen from the woman she possessed. “Too late to back out now boy and it is all your fault.”

 

[Ravenloft]

"maybe lesser undead, like zombies... But Vampires, liches, death knights... They all retain their minds and become eternally powerful in the bargain. That doesn't seem so bad... You seem to dislike undeath on principal... I'm curious, why? Did some vampire lord break your heart once or something? Can demons even feel love?" Tristran laughed, then faltered and winced in pain as she tightened her grip on his cock, painfully.

Her warning shut him up, he whimpered in thin lipped discomfort from her grip on him and nodded his understanding. He believed her, he was willing to die, but her threat to go after his loved ones... That got to him!

Malcanthet's laughter sent chills down Tristran's spine and the ease with which she put him on his back frightened him, aroused him. He was confused by the duality of his reaction to being tossed about by the outwardly, meek looking Ludmilla. No one would guess the power that posessed her!

"So long as her death is not on my conscience, I think I can bear the brunt of stealing her innocence... In this kingdom, virtue is a burden, such maidens are stripped of by my father's vile seed. You are... Unh! Doing her a favor... Running her maidens head through upon my manhood!" Tristran rolled his body under Malcanthet and turned his head to the side, not daring to look into her wild eyes. "I accept my doom, for the good of this land..." He was putting on a good front, but inside, he was a trembling little boy, terrified of what he had brought forth!

 

[Kaena]

“I don't have to justify my hatred for the undead to you,”she hissed, her eyes narrowing in anger. “But, if you must know, yes I was scorned once by a master vampire who thought he was superior to me because he had cheated death. He was singing a different tune after I coerced a group of vampire hunters to track him down and kill him and his soul was left to my mercy for eternity.” She hoped her lie would shut him up on the subject. In reality she hated the undead because she had no power over them. As long as their body was alive, their soul was unattainable to her, a fact that irritated her to no avail. Though there was some truth in her words. Once a vampire, or any other undead is laid to final rest, she did enjoy to torment their soul even more than usual.

She could see his fear in his eyes, even though he tried to hide behind his false bravado and turned his head away from her. She could feel his body trembling beneath her as she straddled his waist, his cock buried deep into her borrowed body.

“Are you sure you really care about the good of this kingdom​?” she asked, grinding against him. “It seems to me you are just jealous. Jealous that your father is bedding all the available maidens and your mother, while you are stuck on the sidelines watching. If you truly cared for this girl, or any of them for that matter, you would have tried to stop me from stealing her innocence, the one thing she can never get back. You also would have found a different way to defeat your father, instead of sacrificing this young woman to summon a demon to enact your plan.”

She leaned down and ran her hot tongue along the side of his neck as she started to ride his cock. The deed had been done. Ludmilla's virginity had been taken and now she intended to enjoy her time inhabiting the young, nubile body. She moaned at the feel of his cock pulsing inside the tight pussy, her eyes burning with the lust she commanded. As she rode him the body she possessed started to transform before his eyes. The breasts became fuller and more firm, her curves became more defined and mature. She went from a sweat innocence girl to a mature, sensuous woman that would be desired by any man. She was now a weapon of vengeance, starting with Tristan's father and moving to any man who dared cross her path.

She captured his lips with her own and kissed him deeply, feeding on the lust and desire she had stirred up inside of him. Her body continued to writhe above him as she took her pleasure from his cock, her moans echoing loudly through the stone chamber.

 

[Ravenloft]

"You? Were scorned?" Tristran asked with incredulous surprise. "I hope you made him pay for snubbing you..." He added, almost affectionately, lost to lust. One taste of Succubi attention was enough to render any man ruled by lust into a loyal sycophant and it was certainly working it's magic on Tristran.

"I... Unh..." Tristran struggled beneath ludmilla's slight weight as if he were pinned where he lay. The as of yet, unnamed Succubi asked her questions and he was compelled to answer, the truth being forced from his lips. "No! Fuck this kingdom! A people too meek to rise up against a sexual tyrant? A rutting boar that rapes every daughter who first starts to bleed? Claims first night with each and every bride to be?! Seeds every chamber maid that is foolish or unlucky enough to catch the whores eye?! This pitiful lot of men stand by with hat in their hands, fearful of losing their wives and daughters, allow it to happen on the off chance that doing so will garner some financial favor from the king! They disgust me! At least I intend to do something about it! And as for the queen... She is the only woman in this castle NOT being regularly FUCKED by the king! The woman he took vows to care for and cherish lays alone at night uncomforted and full of sorrow... I have heard her weeping... If it wouldn't damn my soul, I would have gone to her long ago and given her the love she lacks!" The lustful, angry words poured out of him in a violent rush as Malcanthet fucked him.

"Ludmilla... Was a sweet girl... It was only a matter of time before the king took notice of her... You are doing her a favor, giving up her innocence to someone who has the capacity to actually care for her... She will be taken care of now that... Now that we are mated...I have claim to her, father won't want her..." He addressed Malcanthet's accusations, denying them diplomatically, shrugging off any fault while accepting responsibility for the girl. Just like a prince.

After that, lust took over completely and Malcanthet altered her new body to suit her liking. Tristran liked it as well, as evidenced by how he went to work, plying his mouth to her breasts, eagerly pleasuring them with his tongue and lips. His hands expired her newly altered frame to see what other changes she might have made, half expecting to find wings and a tail, as some of the old etchings of Succubi depicted. She was smooth skinned and very warm to the touch, her warmth made him want to cling to her, the dungeon floor was so cold.

He raised his hips up to meet her, thrust for thrust, he wasn't a passive lover, there have only been a few times he'd experienced the pleasure of a woman, and it was only a hand full. He was not given many opportunities due to his father's actions. It was next to impossible to find a woman unsoiled by his touch. Still, the few he had found were kind tutors in the art of love making, so he knew how to satisfy a woman, not just use her for his own pleasure.

Tristran tried to turn his face away when he saw Malcanthet move in to kiss him. Even though he had bedded a few women before this, he had never yet kissed a woman, it was something he told himself he would save for true love... The succbus queen could not be denied her feast though, and Tristran gave in without a fight. The kiss... Did something to him... He felt something being pulled up from deep inside of him, sucked out through his lungs, was it his soul? He wondered, whatever she was doing to him with her kiss, it felt fantastic! It sent him back into the memory of being just a boy, excited to unwrap an unexpected, hand made gift from his mother, or the joy he felt once, while giving a new born foal some milk. No mortal kiss would ever be able to match the succbus queen's kiss, and that would be her cruelest of acts.

 

[Kaena]

He was caught up in her web of lust and she knew the words that fell from his lips were the truth. No man was able to lie to her once they had a taste of what she had to offer. For a minute she almost felt sorry for him, having to grow up with a whore of a father and having to listen to the anguished sobbing of his mother. Then he reminded her of his darkest secret, his infatuation with his mother and that feeling quickly disappeared. Yes his father was a bastard who deserved to feel her vengance, but, he was not innocent either. He had no love for his father's people, only for his mother. Everything he did was for her and his sick, twisted desires for her.

“You could have courted and bedded the maiden the proper way if you truly cared about her virtue,” she replied in response to his explanation about Ludmilla. “Instead you used her as a vessel of your revenge. No matter how you try to spin the truth and now claim you will care for her, you didn't really have her best interests at heart when you chose her to be your sacrifice. Besides, once I am done with the mission you called me for, you will be returning with me to the underworld. You will not be around to take care of the girl.”

She knew as soon as he rose up to kiss and explore her breasts that her power had fully consumed him. His mind was no longer his own, driven by the lust she excuded. She moaned softly as his hands explored her body, riding his cock with renewed fervour. She was quickly reaching her own climax as she used him as a means to an end.

She couldn't help but smirk when he tried to turn away from her kiss. How amusing that he was still trying to maintain some of his own virtue after he had just summoned the most powerful succubus there ever was. His body was already hers and with that one simple kiss he was completely hers, mind, body and soul. She knew he would crave her kiss until the day he died and beyond , forever a slave to his lust for her. He would never be free, unless she decided to have mercy on his soul.


She cried out as his lust and desire for her flowed into her body, sending her into an orgasmic fit. The sound of their bodies colliding together echoed through the chamber as she came hard, taking her fill of the pleasure his cock provided. She rode him until she felt her orgasm subside and then immediately slid off his cock. She got to her feet and looked down at him, not caring if he had came or not.

“Get up,” she ordered, wrapping his robe around her body once more. “I will not be seen in this mangy robe. You will bring me clothes fitting a noblewoman and then you will take me to meet your father.”

 

[Ravenloft]

"I had to take Ludmilla when I did, any longer, to bed her in such a chivalrous manner and father would no doubt have taken notice of her and raped her of her innocence, making her us less for the summoning. Don't damn me so, it is because of her virginity that you even walk the earth now. I thought your kind enjoyed being set free from hell... if only for a brief time... and with father off the throne, even when you drag me to hell with you, I will make sure she is taken care of. I may be tainted by my lust, but I am still an honorable man! " Tristran argued, even as Malcanthet fucked him silly.

It felt like she was ripping something deep and potent from his body, but there was nothing he could do to stop her, not would he want to, if he were able. He wanted her to claim him, he wanted to lose his mind, submit it all to her and be free to just exist without worry, trouble of fear.

It was over almost as fast as it began and he lay on his back, staring, blinking, confused. Was he still whole? He couldn't tell, but he felt compelled to follow her command and got to his feet. "What did you do to me?" He asked, touching his cock, finding virgin blood there. "Ludmilla..." he frowned. "She... she will know happiness one day... won't she? Please, spare her like you soared her the pain of losing her virginity?" Now he showed compassion... he bowed his head and turned to follow her directions and find her some fitting, noblewoman's clothes for getting to dress himself, he was so completely under Malcanthet's spell.

If he left the dungeon naked, with blood coating his cock, the guards would no doubt inform his father of his madness, but he was not of sound mind, driven only by his Mistresses demands. She would have to stop the fool before he ruined the element of surprise.

 

[Kaena]

“Don't damn me so, it is because of her virginity that you even walk the earth now. I thought your kind enjoyed being set free from hell. “ She couldn't help but laugh at his words. Typical human, thinking that she could only roam the earth if called forth by one of them. She was free to come and go as she pleased. She just chose not to, preferring her own corner of hell over roaming the earth.

“Yes, it is because of her virginity that I am here now and possessing her body,” she replied, her eyes shining with her amusement. “But, I didn't need to be set free from Hell. I could have left whenever I wanted to. I have better things to do with my time than wander around up here. I have no interest in the human world, other than to devour their souls once they pass on into the underworld. Your kind are merely a plaything for me.”

She looked down into his eyes and smiled. She could tell by his glazed over glance that her power now had a full hold on him.

“Don't worry about this girl,” she said, watching as he got to his feet, swaying as he regained his balance. “I will ensure she is taken care of. She will know true pleasure while I inhabit her body and once I am done with her, she will be the most desired woman of the land. Men will be falling over themselves to be the one to capture her heart. She will be happy, I promise you that.”

She frowned as he turned towards the door, compelled to obey her to the point that he obviously wasn't thinking straight. If he started to wander the castle naked and covered in blood, he would definitely draw attention to him and raise many questions he would not be prepared to answer.

“Get back here you fool,” she said, slipping out of his robe and holding it out to him. “Put this on. The last thing we need is to have your father's guards down here snooping around.” She smirked as a thought came to her mind. “Though, I wouldn't mind the company.” She relished the thought of harem of men at her beck and call while she had to endure the time on earth. She pushed away the thought, shaking her head. She had to remain focused on the task and not let herself get distracted by her own lust. Besides, she had Tristan to keep her satisfied for the time being. He had proved himself to be a capable lover after all.

“Hurry up and get me the clothes,” she ordered, watching as he took the robe. “I am not going to sit down her naked, waiting for you all day.”

 

[Ravenloft]

If Tristran had still been of sound mind, he would have challenged her claims of being free to come and go as she pleased by asking why hell simply didn't rise up and overtake the earth if it was so free to make this place its own, why wait for the mortal body to die when they could come send them all to hell in one sweeping jesture? But he was her willing servant now, enslaved to her every whim, and deep down inside, he liked it.

As dim as he was, under her thrall, her proclaimation regarding Ludmilla's fate somehow reached him and he smiled dumbly, glad that things would turn out well for someone after this was all over. Doing a complete circle, he came back to the annoyed yet slightly amused succbus queen and collected the robe, putting them on almost mechanically. "Clothes... Must bring Mistress fine clothes... And... Company..." He added the musing thought to his list of instructions even as she tossed the thought aside.

At her command, now cloaked in the black silk robe, Tristran set off to do her will, giggling madly to himself. "Clothes... Company... Company! Clothes!" He muttered to himself in a sing song manner as he left the dungeon and climbed the stone stairs to the castle proper. At the top, he encountered a lone guard who glanced at him then snapped to attention for the king's son. "Your highness!" He yelped, but Tristran was almost oblivious to him. Almost! If it hadn't been for the Mistresses second edict, to send her company, he would have just walked on by the man... He paused, sniffing the air like a blind on the trail of fresh kill, snapping his focus upon the startled guard. "The Mistresses thirsts for sustinance! Go! Slake her thirst!" He directed the guard to go down into the dungeon, alone, thinking he was doing her will.

With company sent, he could now focus on finding her proper attire! With a hop and a kick, he went on as the guard went down, Tristran excited and eager, the guard curious and confused.

"Hello? You down there! You need a drink?" The guard called out, coming to the foot of the stairs. He plucked a torch from a near by sconce and pee into the darkness. "H-hello? Anybody down here?!" He paused and whispered "Mistress... Kids as kinky as his father..." The guard was about to turn back around when he thought he saw a pair of bare breasts gleaming in the light of his flickering torch. "Well... Hello there... Are you lost, m'lady? Do you need me to show you the way up?" He said with a less than chivalrous grin.

 

[Kaena]

She watched him as he trounced from the room, giggling to himself madly. To anyone else he would seem like a broken man, driven mad, but, she knew the effects would wear rather quickly once he wasn't in her presence. He would be still be compelled to do her bidding, but, he would be more in control of his senses. She just hoped he wouldn't run into anyone before his lust drunk wore off. She knew her hopes were not met when she heard the footfalls of someone descending the stairs into the dungeon and a strange voice calling out into the darkness.

"Well... Hello there... Are you lost, m'lady? Do you need me to show you the way up?" She could see the lecherous grin on the guard's face as he took in her naked body. A name came to mind from the memory of the girl she inhabited.

“Gregory! Please help me Gregory. I'm so scared,” she played up the innocent victim well, wanting to draw the man even closer to her.

“Ludmilla? Is that you,” the man replied, stepping closer to get a better look at her, his eyes this time on her face instead of her exposed body. “God woman, what they hell are you doing down here and where are your clothes?” His grin became even more lecherous as he stepped closer. Though his words seemed sincere Malacanthet could see his true desire. He had full intention of taking advantage of the situation. After all he was the king's guard, no one would believe her if she screamed rape. It was her word against his. Besides, it looked like the prince had already defiled her anyways, so what did it matter.

Malacanthet growled to herself as his thoughts flashed through her head. He was the type of man she despised. The fake hero, pretending they were there to save the day, with ulterior motives. She was going to relish dispatching his soul to the underword.

“Please Gregory. Im so cold. I don't know how I got here.” she whimpered, her eyes flashing in the dark as her power rose within her. She could see his eyes widen as the first tendrils of her essence brushed against his soul.

“I have ways to warm you up,” he replied, grabbing her and pressing her against the cold stone wall. His rough hand palmed her breast as his other hand fumbled with the fasteners on his pants. She could feel his erection pressing into her leg as he clumsily kissed along her neck.

“No, please, don't” she pretended to protest, pushing against his shoulder. He was playing with fire and he didn't even know it. “Please don't hurt me.”

“I'm not going to hurt you,”he replied, his voice dripping with lust. “I'm going to fuck you.” She laughed suddenly at his words, her nails digging into his shoulder.

“No, it is you who is going to be fucked,” she whispered in his ear, her true voice echoing through the chamber. She felt him tremble beneath her touch when realization hit that she wasn't the innocent prey he thought she was. He struggled to pull away from her touch which in turn caused her grip to tighten on him. She raised a leg and wrapped it around his waist as her power fully took hold of him. She felt him relax in her grip, his eyes shining with lust as he raised his head to meet her gaze.

“Please,” he implored simply, his mind beguiled by his need to be consumed by her. She reached between them and freed his cock from his half undone pants and slowly slide him into her eager pussy. Despite his loss of his mind, his instincts kicked in and he drove his cock deep inside her, moaning loudly. She pulled him tighter against her and ground against him as he mindlessly thrust into her, the lust consuming him completely. It didn't take long for him to cum and she released her grip on him, letting his now spent body to fall to the floor. She looked down at him, no compassion in her gaze what so ever, contemplating if she wanted to take his soul or keep him around. He would be helpful for spying on the king. Who would suspect the king's guard after all? Wasn't that his own thought, that the king's guards were infallible. Sighing, she used her power to wipe his memory and left him lying unconscious on the dungeon floor. When he came to he would have no memory of what had just happened, but, just as Tristan, he would be compelled to do whatever she asked of him. She stepped away to stand in the door of the dungeon and wait for Tristan's return.

 

[Ravenloft]

Soon after he was away from Malcanthet, Tristran's mind slowly cleared of its lust drunk haze, and he wondered if he had doomed the guard to death. It wasn't regret, the letch deserved whatever he got, for protecting the king and 'dealing' with many of his cast offs. He didn't know where else to find suitably noble garments for his new Mistress than to raid his mother's closets. She was a thin, wispy woman, so her cloths would be a bit tight on Malchanthet, but should be a fit, if she squeeze into them.

He packed a carpet bag full of selections he thought would appease her and then rushed back down to the dungeons. Finding her waiting for him, he let out a breath of relief. "I thought I might have been dreaming..." He dropped the bag at her feet and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath, that bag had been heavy!

He looked over at the unconscious Gregory. "You... Let him live?" He sounded surprised. "Oh! He is yours now! Just like me?" He knew he couldn't resist Malcanthet's will, nor did he want to any longer. Weather it was through her power, or his genuine desire to serve her, it was impossible to tell. "I found these, they are a bit small, but I hope they please you, Mistress!" He was comfortable with her power over him now, even eager to please her. "These are the finest I could find without having something made for you. But, I will, the finest of muslin, your form to embrace! If it please you!" The adoration in his face was unmistakable.

 

[Kaena]

She followed his gaze over to where Gregory still lay unconscious. She had almost forgotten he was there, so inconsequential he was to her.

“I figured he may come in handy later when dealing with the king,” she replied to his inquiry. “He is under my will, yes, but he is not like you. I have claimed you as mine. Him, he was just a good fuck and a pawn in the scheme of things. He is nothing to me.”

She reached down into the bag of clothes he brought and started pulling out items. The majority of clothing was more matronly than she would have liked. If she wanted to catch the kings eye, she couldn't go around dressed like a dowager widow. She had a feeling he had raided his mother's closet. But some clothes was better than nothing. It wasn't until she was almost to the bottom of the bag when she found something to her liking. It was a beautiful red dress with a leather corset that was to be worn over top of the sheath. Either the dress was from his mother's younger days or his mother was not as matronly as she thought she was. She slipped the dress over her head, sighing in delight as the soft fabric brushed against her naked skin.

If it hadn't been for the tie up corset on the dress, she would not have been able to keep her ample bosom from spilling out of it. The laces allowed her to loosen it just enough so that it fell comfortably over her curvy frame. Next she found a pair of simple underwear as well and slid into them, wincing a little at how tight they fit on her ass. She would definitely have to take up his offer for new clothes. Once she was done dressing she looked down at her feet, realizing that he had not brought her any shoes to wear.

“I guess I am to go barefoot,” she said, her displeasure echoed in her voice. “I can't go to meet your father barefoot like a common servant girl. You will need to find me some shoes.” With those words she headed towards the stairs, which she assumed lead to the rest of the castle.

“I will also require a private room,” she continued as she climbed the stairs. “If I were to stay with you, your father would grow suspicious very quickly about what was afoot. I will wait there for your to find me suitable footwear.” She looked down at her body, realizing presence of his seed could be seen in places where her skin was exposed.

“Change of plans,” she said, stopping to look at him. “You will draw me a bath and once I have made this body presentable enough to meet the king, then we shall proceed with our plan.”

 

[Ravenloft]

"Excellent plan, Mistress! By bending all the king's men to your will there will be no one to protect Father from you!" Tristran clapped his hands together once, thrilled by her power to break men's wills. Slow realization came to him after that, over what she had said about him. "So... You're saying I am more to you than just a pawn?" His heart lept up into his throat at that revelation. The tables had been turned and he was her bound and willing servant. With a hand over his heart, he bowed his head. "My life is yours." He proclaimed.

He watched with growing apprehension as his Mistress pulled out item after item of clothing, not seeking pleased with any of them. "These are the finest to be had without commissioning a tailor to serve your need, Mistress!" Tristran blurted out fearfully, dreading to upset her with his selections. He was already itching for the taste of her sweet, mind altering kiss again and would do next to anything to earn it once more! He was nearly trembling by the time she found a dress that was to her liking, which caused him to let out an exagerated sigh of relief. "You look positively divine..." He uttered by mistake before clapping a hand over his mouth with an audible gasp. "I mean... Fiendishly fine?" He offered In a small voice.

Following her gaze to her bare feet, Tristran shrunk back from her, realizing he had failed to bring any shoes! "Oh no! This will just not do!" He took his own soft boots off and offered them to her immediately, they were of brushed deer hide and quite comfortable, but not lady like in the least. It was not meant for her to not have to walk the cold stone floor until he could find a more appropriate fit for her. He was ready to tear the first pair he found tight off some unsuspecting maidens feet if he had to, just to make his Mistress happy! If he had to, he would even bite and scratch like a harlot just go procure her whatever shoes she found pleasing.

"A private room will be easy! The castle is large! But the king holds keys to every chamber herein... That is how he manages to seduce so many women! Once they are here within the castle, they are all captive, easy prey to him..." He warned, showing her the way to her own, private room. "Change?" Tristran spun around to face her as if tugged by an invisible leash. "Oh, yes! A bath! A hot bath for you, my Mistress! I will attend to it right away!" He opened a door to a room and motioned for her to enter before rushing off to the kitchens to boil her bath water and drag it up to her room by hand.

 

[Kaena]

He was so eager to please her, his eyes shining with devotion. Even though she knew most of it was due to her hold on him, there was something else, almost genuine in the way he acted, as if he did truly want to please her. It had been a long time since she had a man under her control. Once who truly seemed happy to belong to her. She wasn't sure how that made her feel. She was the Queen of Lust, she could have any man she wanted, and yet this measly human was starting endear to her for some reason.

She couldn't help but chuckle as he quickly divested himself of his boots to offer them to her. She slid her feet into the soft hide, laughing again at how big they were on Ludmilla's delicate feet. They would do for now, but they looked ridiculous peaking out of the bottom of her elegant dress. She followed him through the castle, drawing several curious stares from the servants scuttling about. One look from her made them advert their eyes and rush away as if they had been burned. She ensured that as soon as they were out of their site they would have no memory of even seeing them passing by.

She half listened to what Tristran had to say as he led her to a large chamber door. Her attention peaked at the warning tone in his voice at the mention of his father using the keys to the chambers to entrap maidens within. She smirked at the thought of the king coming along and finding her, entrapped in her web, instead of her in his.

“Your father can come to me if he wishes,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But, he find that I am not an easy prey.” With those words she stepped through the opened door and into the room beyond. The room had an elegance to it, which she was sure all the rooms in the castle did. In the center of the room stood a four posted bed, draped with satin sheets and soft fur blankets. A roaring fire burned in the hearth and a large claw foot tub stood in front of it. It was obvious the room had been decorated with seduction in mind. It fit her perfectly.

She barely acknowledged his absence as she walked slowly around the room taking in everything. Beside the bed stood an elaborate wardrobe which she pulled open to find a number of dresses and shoes. Taking a quick glance at the dresses they appeared to be more her size than the ones he had brought her. She wondered if he was even aware they existed. She took out a white dress with delicate lace and beading. It was so virginal it made her amused at the thought of wearing it. She threw it on the bed before selecting a pair of soft slippers as well. Stripping out of her clothes she climbed onto the bed and lay against the pillows, waiting for his return.

 

[Ravenloft]

It was a pains taking process, bringing bucket after steaming bucket of water to the Mistresses bath by himself, but he could not afford to let anyone know what he was up to. So he did it by himself, as it was so late that even if he did seek servants help in this endeavor, he would have had to rouse them out of bed and a well deserved sleep. He gained a new respect for the servants after his seventh trip from the well to the fire place to the tub with the large and surprisingly heavy buckets of water. How they could serve him up a steaming hot bath so promptly at a moment's request was beyond his understanding. They must work in tandem to get this amount of work done in such short order, but he never once noticed more than one or two servants at work in any given room at a time.

With one last pour into the tub, he'd managed to make his Mistress a bath, that though not steaming hot, would still be warm and relaxing to even the most demanding of nobles. "It is done, mistress!" He announced, excitedly, proud of himself for having accomplished her request. "May I bath you, my Mistress?" He asked, every fiber of his being wanting to be near her, to please her. If he was to be claimed, he saw no reason not to derive joy from the situation. She was stunningly beautiful after all and her power was undeniable.

"If it please you, may I ask how you will...deal..." When he wakes deal, he ment destroy. "With the king? Will he suffer? Please say he will suffer!" Some of Tristran's darkness came to the surface as he went to his knees by the tub, prepared to serve her as her bather, if she allowed him to.