Nightblade Realm

[Demora]

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The King Nicholas Nightblade rules with an iron hand and you can count no theif or assassian gets away with anything in his kingdom. He is firm in his belief that he is doing the right thing. Many consider the King a Dictator and in many ways he is. As you meet him for the first time you find yourself drawn into his eyes and his words are like honey soothing your nerves.

A smile graces his face as he looks at you for the first time. With nerves of steel he continues on with his morning business. Today is not a good day for him as a theif was caught raiding his own pantries. Nicholas looked back down at what had to be done. A dark smile shown on his face, as his cheeks twitched and his eyes flashed with fire dancing inside of them. "So you think you can come into my pantries and steal from me, do you?" it was a retorical question and one that didn't need an answer.

The man at his feet begged the King to be leinent, "Please my King, forgive me my family is starving and I can find no work! I have six children to feed!" Behind the man a women grasped children around her and peered at the King for forgiveness. Sobs of the children could be heard and the King demanded silence in the room. The King caught the look of the man's wife and smiled sinisterly as he calculated the odds of what to do with the man. Then he caught the sight of the man's oldest daughter. She was a beauty in these lands and would be more than able to take the edge off of today's events.

The King's wrath was legendary in the Nightblade Realm. He took the man's hair in his hand and yanked his head up. Several guards placed blades at the man's back and throat daring him to move and the King gazed down at him. "You will keep your life today if your oldest daughter is given to me never to be returned to you again. In return for that your family will be feed and taken care of as you don't seem to be able to!" The King looked back at the children and his eyes took on the look of a prederator as he looked back at the girl that would be his one way or another.

The man winced at the King's words and looked at him pleading again, "My lord do with me as you wish but don't..." The King yanked his head cruely, "Don't take care of your family and provide food, clothing, and sanctuary for them! Unlike you I don't steal from my benefactor. I provide sanctuary for all in my Kingdom and no one will go hungry if I know about it." Nicholas slammed the man's head down on the floor with a startled yelp from the man.

In the background the wife screamed, "Please My King, take me instead of my daughter. I beg of you!" Nicholas ignored her pleads as the man at his fingertips, cried out. "Yes take Christanna she will make a fine servant in your house my King." Anything to take the King's anger away from him. Bits of the man's hair had fallen to the floor when the king threw his head to the floor. He stepped on the man's hand and motioned for the Butcher to take his hand. The Butcher stepped forward and neatly sliced the unsuspecting man's hand off without even blinking. The man screamed as the blade cut through him and blood splattered on the king.

The King released the man and let him fall to the ground as he looked back to Christanna, "Take her to a bath and have her cleaned and placed in one of the guest rooms until I call apon her." Two guards pulled Christanna from her mother's frightened arms and hauled out of the room in tears. Turning back to the man at his feet, Nicholas kicked him in the face and smiled coldly at him, "Guards take him to the Infirmary!". The man was lead away, his condition remains unknown.

Meanwhile the King cleaned his hand and face off on a clean towel brougth to him as he walked over to the man's wife. "You will be given a room here in this castle. You will service my needs when I call apon you and in turn, your children will be allowed to stay here providing they work. I will not tolerate a slacker and all of you will learn what it is to be here. Hard work will get you good food, a warm bed, and clean clothes. Bailef take this brood to the west wing. She *pointing to the wife* will be in a room by herself."

The woman had tears running down her cheeks. "Yes M'Lord thankyou for your kindness." The guards took the women and children away. The King was more than satisfied for the turn of events. His haram was growing and soon he would find a new Queen. The last one was beheaded for sleeping with a guard and was stupid enough to get caught. Pity, he had liked her.

 

[Demora]

The King walked into his chambers and surveyed the surroundings. Noticing Christanna already bathed and left in the room. She had cried herself to sleep and Nicholas walked over to the bed and sat down. He reached over and stroked her hair soothing her nerves as he began undressing her.

Alarmed she woke up and started to struggle, he looked down at her with a cold smile. "Hush child, you will soon learn your place beneath me." Pulling her head up to meet his lips, he kissed her softly at first. Strong hands caressed her skin and she looked up with frightened eyes.

He was the King and she couldn't fight him and win. Doe like eyes looked up at him as her clothes fell away from her budding body. Tears welled in her eyes as Nicholas squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She squealed with pain and he released her nipple as she did. Letting out a sigh of relief she tried to pull the blanket around her body.

Nicholas smacked her hand and shook his head. "I like to look apon your beauty and very soon you will see mine as well. Now undress me and it is time you learn your new duties as my mistress." His eyes peered at the girl and knew she would obey his commands, she had no choice.

"You will do as I command Christanna or you will never see your family again. Do you understand me?" He chuckled coldly.

Christanna shook her head in defeat, "Yes M'lord, I under -stand." She began to disrobe him with shaking hands. Nothing would prepare her for what was to come.

 

[Demora]

Christanna had cried heavily almost as soon as she had been taken from her parents. Only when she had been left in the King's chambers alone had she begun to calm down, finally drifting off to sleep, the pillow under her head wet with tears. She shivered as the King undressed her, her frightened eyes looking at him, or more aptly, through him. Gone was the soft touch of her mother, as well as the soft words shared between mother and daughter when bathing, or afterwards when she would brush Christanna's hair.
She hesitated when he told her to undress him, until he threatened to never let her see her family again. Her family meant everything to her, they were her world. Hands shaking and tears welling in her eyes, she begins to undress him...

 

[Demora]

Nicholas watched as Christanna undressed him. His fingers never quit touching her. As he became naked he pulled her onto the bed, meanwhile pulling her hair so she had to kiss him again. His mouth demanding as he crushed his lips to hers. Pushing her head down to his mid section, he urged her to kiss his rod. Speaking rather seductively, "Kiss me there and you will be rewarded my sweet Christanna." his voice soft and filled with honey. His hand reaching to grasp her thigh, finally stroking her clit to make her nice and wet.

His fingers continued to stroke her soft mound with one hand, while his other hand held onto her hair waiting for her to obey his command. They all did what he wanted sooner or later. He hoped for her sake, he didn't have to marr her pretty skin.

 

[Demora]

Christanna didn't fight the King as he kissed her. When he pushed her head down to his midsection, she cringed inside. Not only was she a virgin the the workings of another, but to her own hands as well. Her body quickly betrayed her as he stroked her mound, and a soft gasp and whimper escaped her lips. With tears in her eyes, her head spinning, she lowers her mouth to the swollen, purple head and kisses it, her lips closed and puckered...

 

[Demora]

Nicholas pushed her head further down apon his rod, his eyes dancing as she gasped and moaned at his meeriest touch. When she refused to open her mouth, he gripped her hair tightly and smacked her ass playfully. "I said kiss it, which means you will put your lips around my cock and swallow it. Use your tongue girl and make your head go up and down on my cock. Be careful though not to use your teeth. I will help you until you get used to the idea of licking & sucking me." He begin moving her head up and down on his cock, watching her as she swallowed his cock in her mouth. Each time making sure she took more of his cock in her mouth, by thrusting upwards as she sucked. His fingers moved faster and faster each time as she took care of his cock.

As she became wetter and wetter, he spoke softly, "Now lay down Christanna it is time to learn what it is to be mine." He helped her lay backwards and climbed ontop of her. He took his large 8 inch cock in his hand and brought it to her opening. He began rubbing it across her mound, so she would get wetter before taking her. His other hand continued to rub her clit watching it harden and as she came from his touch, he thrust his cock inside of her. The pleasure becoming pain from his size, he groaned from her tightness which only heightened his pleasure. He broke her hymen with the second thrust. His hand let go of her clit so he could use her shoulders to keep him balanced. His movements where gentle, caring, and full of passion. His lips crashed down on hers, kissing her deeply.

HIs hand grasp her nipples and squeezed them between his strong hands. His groans became stronger and just as you thought you could take no more. He pulls out only to order you to get on your knees infront of him facing the wall. Dark mischievous eyes show no mercy as his hands help you move to where he wants you.

 

[Demora]

Christanna opened her mouth at his command, taking the swollen rod into her mouth. She let her tongue ride it's length as her head bobbed up and down. The tears flowed and she whimpered around the hard swollen flesh in her mouth. Her first orgasm washed over her from the fingers between her legs. She shuddered and gasped as her mound quickly went from moist to very wet. When he told her to lay on the bed, face up, she did so without question. She whimpers as he pinches her nipples, and another much smaller orgasm washes over her. She gasps and cries out as he plunges his thick shaft into her oh so tight hole. Turning over onto her knees, facing the wall, she continues to cry slkightly, concerned about what he will do to her next...

 

[Demora]

Nicholas spread her ankles farther apart as he positioned himself behind her. Rubbing his manhood between both areas, he used his thumb to play over her anus as he pushed himself inside of her mound. A deep groan is heard as he kisses your shoulder, "My sweet Christanna, you are very wet. You feel so good!" he pulls her head up to meet his hungry lips.

He plunges inside of her several times before pulling out and moving the wetness to her anus again. After fingering her many times and ensuring she is wet, he inserts the head of his cock there just letting it sit there. "Christanna, I want you to push back on me. Don't worry, it won't hurt for very long. I will be gentle my love." Holding her hips, he ensures she can't get away. He begins to help her move onto his rod.

With deliberate movements, Nicholas finally gets his cock inside of her. After he lets it sit there for a few moments, once again he begins thrusting inside of her. His grip becomes stronger as he nears climaxing, just as he feels himself start too- he yanks himself out of her.

After his breathing becomes more steady, he reinserts his manhood back into her mound thrusting again hard. After another twenty minutes he climaxing inside of her. Afterwards, he makes her lay down underneath his sweaty body. Stroking her long hair, Nicholas smiles and kisses her neck. "Christanna, you belong to me, No one else is ever to touch you. Do you understand me?" another kiss to her lips.

He stood up stretching and put his robe back on. "Get some sleep, I will return shortly my sweet Christanna. I have to attend to your mother now and make sure she knows your alright." Looking deeply into your eyes, a slight chuckle he turns heading for the door.

 

[Demora]

Christanna winced when the King took her virginity. Her tight, wet snatch squeezed along the length of his shaft as he slid his manhood inside of her. She was at first thankful when he pulled out of her, but quickly felt bewildered when he moved her to her knees, facing away from him. Her eyes grew wide as he starting rubbing his head between her anus and mound. She gasped and whimpered as he thrust inside her, his thumb teasing and rubbing her anus. When he positions his slick, swollen head at her backdoor, she whimpers, but complies. She whimpers and cries softly as he begins plunging into her anus. When he pulls out, she hangs her head, thankfulfor the end of the steady, slightly throbbing pain. Her sweet, young juices trickle down her leg, her body aroused, though her mind and spirit were not. She gasps again when he thrusts deep and hard into her mound. She moans softly as she orgasms again. With one final thrust, she feels him shoot his load inside her, some of the warm, sticky fluid slowly moving down her legs...
Afterwards, after he leaves, she curls up into the fetal position and sobs. She tries not to think about what he will do with her mother and looks forward to when she can next see her...

 

[Demora]

Nightblade's History

Demora Nightblade came to Nightblade City when her husband the King brought her there. She loved him with all of her heart. She was flattered as the King pursued her until she accepted his hand. Being a half-elf she knew she would outlive her husband and knew the time would come sooner or later.

Ten years after her marriage to the King, she had her son Nicholas. She adored her son and dotted him with every whim he could ever imagine. The King was in his prime and beloved by the people. Ten years after Nicholas was born, her husband was killed in a hunting accident. Demora was beseached with grief over his death.

That night she climbed into her son's bed and wept in his arms. Something snapped in Demora's mind as she held her son or him her, she was no longer sure. The vision of Nicholas became Nicholai her husband. She slept soundly that night in his arms. In the morning she found herself pleasuring her husband as she always did bringing him to orgasm almost immediantly. To Nicholas surprise his mother had her mouth on his manhood and he was startled by her touch.

He moaned and placed his hands on her head allowing her to bob up and down. Little did he know that this would become the norm. After five years his sister Sabrina was born. Demora was happier than ever. Her eyes light up with joy and nothing would put her in a somber mood. For the first time in a while she flitted around the palace in such a good mood, Nicholas could only smile at her.

Several months later, Demora became depressed and began to sleep with other men. Often times making Nicholas watch so he would learn how to pleasure her. If he did not do as she demanded of him, she tied him up and beat him with whips, chains and oil soaked leather straps until he did it perfectly.

One of her many lovers, a soilder came and slept between Demora and her son. She feel into a deep sleep after he drugged her and didn't feel the bed move as her lover used her son for the night. Holding onto Nicholas lips so he would not scream. In the morning Demora reached over and felt Nicholas curled into a ball. She had the soilder killed for touching her son.

She never touched another man again except for Nicholas that is. She used him for sex every chance she got, prefering him over any other. He looked so much like his father, she couldn't take her hands off of him. If any female even so much as looked at her son, Demora would have them placed in Slavery or killed.

Five years after Sabrina was born, she gave birth to Damien. Again Demora was happy as a lark for several years. Then one day she went out to the terrace and sat there feeling the breeze drift across of her face. As a strange man appeared before her. He smiled down at her, "Hello Demora, I have waited such a long time for you to come here." He held out his hand to her and she took it. A feeling of love showing on her face as she looked at him. Her husband had returned to her as she knew he would.