Source of Power

[magellans_demon]

Hidden in a remote valley in the kingdom of Tarn lay a secretive temple, known about by very few in the outside world and seen by far less. The sorceress cult of Lamosia consisted only of eight virgin sorceresses, a usually steady number. Each death in the temple was followed sooner or later by a new arrival, the new blood brought forth by magic rather than by any male help, as no males or any outsiders in fact, were allowed anywhere in the vicinity of the temple. All of the Lamosian sorceresses were blessed with beauty unheard of in the rest of the kingdom and magical abilities, which they kept themselves secluded to protect. Virtually everyone else thought they were merely a myth or a story, not even worth thinking about let alone looking for, which kept themselves and their power safe from anyone else who would seek to use it.

Erys hurried into the main chamber of the temple, almost late rising but having made it just as the first ray of sun crept over the hills around her, smoothing the sheer white dress she wore down around her slim frame, her brown curls tumbling over her shoulders. Opening a nearby cupboard she pulled out various jars of herbs and ingredients that were needed to make new potions she was experimenting with, wanting to get a good start before the others awoke and disturbed her.

Pulling the lid away from one jar Erys sighed in frustration as she found it empty of a certain flower which was essential to what she'd planned to make. Now she'd have to go out and find some more. Thinking quickly she considered waking one of the other sorceresses to let them know where she was going but hoped if she could quickly find some more supplies and be back before they rose then she'd still have time to make a potion or two before being interrupted.

Rushing out of the temple Erys looked around for the blue flower she needed but found no sign of any. Heading towards the nearby forest Erys didn't notice herself walking deeper and deeper into the trees, too engrossed in her search, getting more than a mile away from the temple without taking her eyes off the ground.

 

[marauder13]

Erik moved through the forest quickly and quietly, the bulk of the patrol behind his fellow scouts. They had crossed into Tarn lands during the morning, following the trail left by the rather well armed, and very capable group of bandits that had been raiding the Halleth villages over the last few weeks. Rumours ran high that they were Tarn soldiers trying to weaken Halleth and generally cause trouble without causing open war. To some degree, open war would be safer than the sneaking around in a small group like this.

Still, he scanned the woods ahead of him, looking for any signs of human life. Better to spot the enemy before the enemy spotted him. Like his brother scouts, he was dressed in mottled greens and browns, his own brown hair and beard helping to cover his otherwise light coloured face. His large frame moved through the woods with grace and little noise; each footfall slow and missing anything that made noise.

He caught sight of movement out of the corner of his eye, bringing him to a halt. He slowly turned his head, seeing a white figure ghosting through the trees ahead. He frowned. No one in the right mind wandered the woods wearing pure white. He checked for his fellow soldiers, and couldn't see any nearby. He went off to investigate. Anyone out there could be an enemy, or could alert their foes.

Using all his skills, he closed on the figure. They were wearing a white hooded robe, and after a few minutes, he clearly saw that the figure was a woman. It was a long standing tradition with the Halleth Army that if a soldier captured a woman, or took any plunder, it was rightfully his. She was a Tarn woman. If he captured her, he would gain from this raid. He didn't have any cord on him, but her robe had enough holding the bodice together.

He secured his bow. His heart started to race as he approached her. The thought of getting her back to camp, getting her branded with his mark and using her as she was meant to be sharpened his senses to a razor edge. He closed to within a few feet of her, her face turned to the ground as if looking for something. She turned and noticed him.

He clapped his hand over her mouth, easily pushing her down onto her back. He straddled her belly, grabbing one of her voluminous sleeves at the shoulder, ripping it off her struggling arm. He shoved it into her mouth, forcing as much of the fabric in as he could, all the while trying to keep her hands away from his face.

 

[magellans_demon]

Erys was getting more frustrated at not finding the plant she needed, her eyes eagerly searching among the twigs and plants, but catching some movement from the corner of her eye quickly distracted her. She turned and saw a large armed man approaching her and barely had time to open her mouth, trying to release a scream before his hand covered her mouth, muffling the sound, pushing her quickly to the ground. She'd only ever seen one man before, an old wanderer who lived in the forest, and was too stunned to react at first.

Quickly panicking, Erys thrashed around trying to free herself but he was much stronger and faster than her and she found her mouth filled with part of her own dress, ending any chance of her calling out for help, if there'd been anyone around to hear her.

Struggling against his grip Erys found it impossible to free even one limb as he pressed down on top of her, half her strength concentrated on merely breathing. Tiring she was left weakly writhing under his grip, her eyes filled with panic and confusion as she watched him.

 

[marauder13]

Erik was pleased at how well it was going. The woman was not fighting back anywhere near as strong as he expected her to. He made short work of the black cord holding her robe together, ignoring the teasing glimpses of the flesh visible through the tears. He knew he would see more soon enough.

He tore her other sleeve off, using one hand and his mouth to quickly wind it up into a quick cord. He stood up quickly, flipping her roughly onto her belly, before pinning her again with his weight. He pulled the hood of her robe off her head. He lifted her head, positioning the the other sleeve so it would be over the gag, then put her head down and quickly tied it behind her head.

He undid the black cord, looping it and dropped it to one side. He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back and holding them crossed at the wrist. The black cord was used to bind her hands together firmly.

Once secured, Erik leaned down, putting a hand into her hair to keep her head still as he brought his mouth down close to her ear.

"Now, be very careful about how you answer this," he whispered, "But have you seen any men come past here in the last few hours? If you are truthful, and believe me I will know if you're not, then you will live to see the sun set this eve. So, have you?"

 

[magellans_demon]

Erys tried to struggle again when the man ripped her other sleeve and pulled the cord from her dress, expecting him to try to remove her clothing but felt a short pang of relief when he only used it to gag and tie her, yet the panic still rose in her now she was bound. She shivered in fear and a few tears started to seep down her cheeks as even the slight chance of escape seemed to fade away. She guessed he didn't want to simply rob her, else he would have finished by now, but what else did he want?

As he asked a question Erys tensed in fear only to then shake her head emphatically, she hadn't seen a man in the last few weeks, let alone hours, but hoped he believed her, as his threat sounded all too genuine. She waited, still tense, for what would happen next, especially if he doubted her.

 

[marauder13]

She was crying as she shook her head quickly. He was certain she was telling the truth, given how focused she was on the ground and how easily he caught her. They would have passed her and she wouldn't have known. Still, there was always a chance.

He glanced around, making sure that there was no one else nearby. He hauled her up to her knees, pulling her back down until her rump was on her feet. He looking into her eyes with his own blue eyes.

"It's not a safe place to be for a lone woman. All manner of dangers exist in the forest. So, to make sure nothing befalls you, I'll take you with me. When we get back to camp, you can thank me properly after we get you properly branded of course. Everyone will need to know who found you and is looking after you, of course.

"But first, this will have to go." He grabbed the robes, and tore them open from her neck to the shoulder on one side, then repeating the process on the other. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he stood her up, letting the tattered robe fall off her.

He looked at her nakedness for the first time, enjoying her beauty brazenly and openly. But rather than waste too much time and draw any attention, he threw his cloak over her, securing it over her chest to keep her covered so she didn't stand out too much.

"Come along. Behave, or the forest scavengers will feast on your body." He tugged her hair, pulling her back in the direction of the rest of his patrol.

 

[magellans_demon]

As the man spoke Erys first looked at him in confusion, wondering why he was speaking as if he was saving her when he'd attacked her, the talk of taking her away from the temple and the forest, and branding her alarming her. However, when he grabbed her robes she started to panic again and screamed through the gag, only a quiet muffle reaching even her own ears, as he stripped her of her dress and forced her to stand.

He looked at her exposed body and she blushed crimson, shaking her head and fruitlessly trying to shrink away from his gaze, barely having time to be relieved when he covered her before she was forced to follow him away from the direction of the temple.

She tried to protest through the gag, her scalp hurting as he pulled her, Erys wanted to beg him to leave her there, but was only able to make muffled noise once again, forced to stride after him.

 

[marauder13]

Erik managed to find places where he ground was firm, and free of litter from the trees above, making their travel reasonably quiet. He wasn't as concerned about noise, as he was going towards friends and away from foes.

It didn't take long for him to see the uniformed soldiers of Halleth moving through the woods towards him. He slowed his movement, and raised his hand to let them know he was present. He got the visual confirmation, and he approached with his captive in tow.

"Erik, what did you find out there?" One of the sergeants spoke with the quiet voice reserved for men in the field. Erik said little but undid the cloak from about his companion.

"The Gods smiled on you today, Erik. A fine catch there."

"Yes, alone in the woods, wearing white. I couldn't leave her alone amidst such a dangerous place. So, after making sure she was safe, I offered to bring her back for her own safety. She quite happily accepted the price of my brand before thanking me repeatedly for saving her from some terrible fate."

"Hmmm, you may want to keep that gag in her then, just in case. We don't want too many people to hear her thanking you."

"Yes, good point. And we can't have her wait too long before thanking me. She may think I was rude or something."

The men laughed quietly, all congratulating him on his good fortune. He led her back to the Officer in charge. He snapped to attention, but the officer only had eyes for the naked woman beside him.

"How much?" The officer was a few years older than Erik, and had the air on a nobleman to him. Even as he spoke, his eyes kept sweeping the naked beauty before him.

"Not for sale, Sir. I seek to have her branded as soon as I can, Sir."

"We'll do it when we camp. Any signs of the bandits?"

"None, Sir. Not even this one has seen them."

The officer sighed. "This is useless. Sergeant, let's turn everyone around and get out of here. They have vanished on us again. We should be able to make the forward camp if we move now."

"Yes, Sir."

"You sure you wont sell her? I can make you a very good offer."

"No, Sir. I doubt I'll ever catch another again. I'll keep this one for myself."

"Well done, ... Erik? We'll get her branded good and proper before the day's out."

Erik led her away from the main group of soldiers. "See, I told you that you'd be safe, and once you're branded, you'll be safer still. No more being alone in the woods for you anymore. Nice and safe with me."

 

[magellans_demon]

Seeing a group of other men come towards them panicked Erys all over again, reminding her she was getting even further out of her depth, that this day was taking her even further away from the life she enjoyed. Gagged however, all she could do was watch the proceedings.

Erys' wrists were starting to chafe behind her with all the effort she'd put in to try and slip out of her bonds but it had been for nothing, her hands were still as bound as before. Her eyes had been widening steadily as she listened to the conversation between her captor and one of the other men, talking about branding her, selling her and hints of things she didn't know about and wasn't sure she wanted to know about. She shook her head in alarm at both the idea that she'd be given to the new man in front of her whose eyes roved over her exposed figure, and at the idea she'd stay with the man who'd abducted her. Either way she was stuck.

However, once her captor spoke about her being safe she shook her head violently, protesting through her gag and trying to pull away from him - she'd prefer taking her chances with animals or bandits than being caught like this.

 

[marauder13]

Once Erik got to a relative quiet spot while the patrol prepared to return to Halleth soil, he turned his attention to the beauty he caught once more. She was trying to say something through her gag, shaking her head and trying to pull away from him. He tightened his grip on her hair.

"Listen to me.' He tugged her face closer to his. "You are mine now. When we get back to camp, right there," he put his finger on her left abdomen just a little lower than her navel, "will be my brand telling everyone that you belong to me. You were alone, I caught you, so you're mine. In every sense of the word. Stop complaining about whatever it was you were. That's no longer an option for you. Your mine, or your dead. Those are your options now."

"Right everyone, form up." The sergeant moved about repeating the order. "Erik, you lucky bastard, get in the middle and make everyone jealous. Oh, make sure she keeps up, even if you have to carry her."

"You will keep up, wont you? If I have to carry you, I will make sure that you get the punishment you deserve for being lazy. Understand?"

He led her over to their place in the group. There was muttering between the men, too low to make out so Erik ignored them. When the order to move out came through, they all set off at an easy pace.

Four hours and three breaks later, the patrol marched back into the palisade defended forward camp. Another round of congratulations, offers and good natured curses greeted Erik when they saw his prize. As soon as the patrol was dismissed, he took her over to the smithy.

"Well, Erik, I heard all the noise and I must say, you have done well with your prayers."

"Thanks, Boris. Brand her."

"You're not selling her?"

"No. I doubt that I would get any capture, let alone any as good as this ever again. I'm keeping her."

"I'm not arguing. OK, let's get her secured, grab your mark and set it on her."

There was a large, heavy table where they laid her down. Between the two of them, they eventually secured her lower body tightly, as well as her hands and feet. Boris went and found the head of the brand that held his mark. He placed it on the handle, and set it warming up.

"Just found her wandering the woods, huh?"

"Yes. I all but walked up to her. I do think the Gods put her there to be caught, given that she didn't see me until I was upon her, and there was little fight in her."

Boris laughed. "Maybe she needed rescuing?"

Erik joined in on the laugh. He started to ease up when Boris lifted the brand, seeing that it was ready. Without any word, he headed over to the captive and lined up the glowing metal. He pressed into her flesh. Steam rose from the site, along with a little smoke, accompanied by the faint sizzle of the flesh burning. Boris pulled the brand away, dipping his hand into a bowl with a white cream. He slapped the cream over the brand. When he didn't hear the expected screams from the brand and the cream, he looked to see that the woman was still gagged.

"Give it about ten minutes, the cream will have gotten rid of the worse of the burn. Release her and take her... 'home'."

"I look forward to it." He looked down at her. "I told you. You're now mine, and everyone here knows it too."

 

[magellans_demon]

Erik's speech to her quieted Erys, even as she felt her eyes fill with tears. What he said rang true with her and reminded her why the temple elders always forbade any contact with any 'outsiders'. It was all true, she'd been caught and now it seemed there was no chance of escape and even less of getting back to her old life so she was stuck with this, even though the thought of what 'this' might be filled her with dread. There was no point struggling to get away, she did't have a clue where to go to get home, and didn't have a death wish.

She had even less chance of returning to her temple after the long walk to their 'camp'. Erys knew she had no more idea of where she was than if she'd found herself among the stars and her legs burned with the effort of the march, only fear and adrenalin keeping her upright for most of it. When she saw the fire the smith used and realised what it was for she groaned behind her gag but had almost no energy left to speak.

With horror she felt herself lifted up on a table and instinct kicked in again, her legs tired and in pain but automatically kicking out even as they were secured, her body struggling not to escape but just put off the next moment as long as possible. Tied to the table she squeezed her eyes shut before feeling a sharp pain burn through her abdomen, rising a little from the table but quickly sinking back, having spent any last fight she had, mewling into the material between her lips and panting with the small effort.

Erys saw Erik leaning over her, repeating his claim to her but she merely closed her eyes, seeing only blackness, unsure whether she was falling into sleep from exhaustion or passing out through pain.

 

[marauder13]

Erik watched her eyes close after the branding, releasing her restraints, and removing the gag. He lifted her in his arms, and carried her back to the tent that was his home. He shared it with another scout, Ryard, who was on another patrol and wouldn't be back for another day. The tent was cramped for two, it would be tight for three.

Erik laid her on his bed, and grabbed some water for her. He slowly made her sip some of the water. Even in her not quite awaken state, she drank what he offered her. When he had given her enough water, he let her lie down again. He ran his hand over her body. He felt her breasts, tweaked her nipples ran his hand over her belly and down through the soft hair between her legs. He pulled her legs apart slightly, and worked a finger into her. He worked her enough to get her damp.

He removed his clothing, not wanting it to get in the way of his claiming the newly branded slave. Erik climbed onto the bed, moving her legs apart with his knees and lowering himself into position. He reached up, pinching her cheek until her eyes opened, looking up at his.

"Now, slave, time for you to learn about one of your most important duties." Erik plunged into her with one powerful thrust. He encountered her virginity, feeling it being torn away as he forced her open taking his cock for the first time.

"How fortunate, slave, you've never known another man yet. Good. You'll only know me." He took her hard, fucking her with his entire length, slamming his hips into hers. Her virgin canal gripped him tightly, pushing him towards his peak faster than he expected. "Get ready, slave, you'll... feel my... pleasure... now." He grunted as he made his final thrust, shooting his seed deep into her, the first of many such shots in her first taking.

His hand gripped her hair, holding her head so she faced him in their little tent. He was breathing hard, the peak he had was strong, mainly from the time since his last one and also the tightness of her virgin canal.

"Well, that was good, slave. Once I have caught my breath, you can please me again. Don't worry, you'll come to enjoy it, as well as learn all manner of other ways to please me.

"While we wait, what was your name, slave?"

 

[magellans_demon]

While only partly conscious Erys’ mind drifted, feeling cool water drip down her throat but it was mingled with nightmares of being captured, something touching her, shapes haunting her just out of reach in her dreams, groaning softly in her sleep, feeling like something was attacking her body.

She woke with a start, someone pinching her and it took a moment for Erys to remember where she was, looking at the man above her in confusion for a few seconds until the memories of recent hours flooded back to her. The first thing she noticed was her mouth and wrists were free, it felt like ages since she’d used them and the freedom felt like a relief until she noticed something else, that Erik was parting her legs and was as naked as she was.

“No, you can’t be, please don’t” she gasped in alarm. The elder sorceresses had never explained to her what the precise danger was of outsiders, especially men, but had carefully drummed into her that if any of them ever had possession of her it would have terrible consequences for her and her magic. This looked like it was just the start of it.

As she felt his hard length thrust inside her Erys screamed but only for a moment, almost shocked at the sound of her own voice after all the time she’d protested while gagged. A brief jolt of pain shot through her before it felt as though he was about to split her open, pressing further and further into her.
Listening to Erik’s instructions on the purpose she was serving only increased her fear and Erys shifted her hips, trying to back away from him but he was so strong and her body still felt exhausted. As he slammed into her Erys felt a curious mix of pain but also something almost like pleasure which she couldn’t understand.

Held watching him she bit her lip to keep from crying out again, feeling him grow even more inside her, groaning with the different sensations racking through her body. She felt Erik pulse inside her as he thrust hard and watched his face as he seemed to tense and then relax, understanding from his words some of what had happened but still in shock, especially hearing her duty was to please him further.

“My name is Erys” she replied, her voice cracking slightly but trying to stay strong. “Who are you? Why did you take me prisoner? I was safe before you came!” she added, a wisp of anger releasing itself.

 

[marauder13]

Erik lay on top of his newly branded and claimed slave, freshly caught that morning by his own hand. She was so young, healthy. Her body was shaped as if by the Gods themselves and the way she felt around his shaft buried within her could not have been any better. Indeed, he remained as completely hard as he did when he first plowed her.

She didn't do much through her first use, and from what he heard, many women taken were like that. But after that first use, they woke to what their bodies were meant for, and soon joined in and enjoyed their use. Erik was going to soon see if those tales were indeed true. But she did get some joy from her first use, as he had seen her biting her own lip to muffle her cries of joy, but low groans were enough to tell him that she would soon enough relish her master's attentions.

“My name is Erys.”

Her voice was soothing, even if it was uncertain and trying to project a strength that clearly wasn't there. When she spoke again, her voice carried the leading edge of anger.

“Who are you? Why did you take me prisoner? I was safe before you came!”

"I am your Master, Erik fauMandelhiem of Halleth. I didn't take you prisoner. I captured you to make you my slave, Erys. Safe? You were not safe, Erys, if I captured you so easily. No one to defend you, nor rescue you. You wandered the deep woods in white. No, you were far from safe. Now... now you're safe. None will do anything to you, for you carry my mark. None will steal you, for the soldiers here protect everyone's property."

He started to slowly draw himself out of Erys, until only his head remained within her most private of places.

"And for all of this, you will have a simple life. Pleasing me." He thrust himself back into her with one powerful stroke. He continued a long measured stroking as he looked down on his personal conquest. "You are a woman of Tarn, alone. You deserved to be taken. Made to serve. One strong enough. Brave enough. To claim you. I've claimed you. You're mine."

He leaned down, kissing her. His kiss was rough, demanding. As his mouth took hers, his chest closed on hers, pressing her nipples against his body. They rubbed against him with each of the every faster thrusts he gave her. His hand gripped her hair, controlling her head so she couldn't pull away from his oral domination of her. He hammered her hips with his, and he drove himself deep into her slick tunnel repeatedly.

 

[magellans_demon]

As he spoke Erik appeared so firm in his belief that Erys wasn’t safe before and now was, now was going to be so much better off, that she was tempted to believe him, tempted to be relieved that she wasn’t still in the forest, but then she thought about her power, the magic she could summon up. She’d always been taught she wasn’t safe anywhere but in the temple, that any outsiders would abuse her power and she looked up at Erik warily.

Erys was distracted as he started to remove himself from within her and hoped he was about to leave her alone until he repeated that she would please him, for life it sounded, and she felt him thrust hard inside her once more.

“But I’m not a…. I’m not yours…. I’m…. I need to go home” she protested fruitlessly, still unable to believe the reality of her situation, her words dying away as his mouth covered hers.

Erys writhed underneath him but she was barely strong enough to move under his grip and didn’t have enough energy, or air, or space, to contemplate summoning any magic against him. Instead of feeling filled with power as normal, she felt it leeching out of her with every thrust he made and groaned in confusion and panic. She could feel a strange heat building between her legs which only increased every time he rammed into her and every time she wriggled her hips in protest, the heat increasing as she felt her power draining from her.

All she could feel was Erik, inside her body and inside her mouth, exploring her, setting off new fiery sensations. Energy coiled up between her legs, Erys couldn’t understand what was happening but desperate to resist, feeling her powers desert her every second. She gasped at the feeling, her eyes squeezing shut, finally breaking from his kiss as her head tossed from side to side, carried away with the climax threatening to overpower her as he thrust against her nub.

“No!” she moaned in despair, “No…. please…. no…. no…. NO, ohhhh”

Bucking her hips hard against Erik, Erys tensed as she felt herself reaching a peak, shockwaves of strange new pleasure racking through her whole body, dazzling her for a moment as she screamed out. Soon it was over and Erys lay limply, panting and dazed as he continued to slide into her, finally feeling defeated.

 

[marauder13]

As he claimed her, he felt her try to resist him, but her struggles changed , falling more into the same pattern as his movements. She was tensing up around him, gripping him tighter. Her head broke free of his grasp, thrashing form side to side in her growing joy. He was pushing her harder, wanting her to surrender herself to him for the first time. Soon she would know the greatest reward for serving her master properly.

“No! No…. please…. no…. no…. NO, ohhhh”

"Yes, Erys. Don't fight it." He said nothing else as he felt her stiffen beneath him, her sheath flooding with her juices as she cried her release. The whole camp heard her proclaim Erik's subjugation of her, bringing forth mixed responses of congratulations, light jealousy and a few muttered curses of having to deal with a screamer.

While Erys was in her personal heaven, Erik remain buried to the hilt in her. He smiled broadly, feeling proud of making her reach such heights so soon. With her tension past, he slowly filled and emptied her while he reminded her of her place.

"You are not mine, you said? That brand on your belly says differently, Erys. Even Tarn recognizes our slave brands. The first person who finds you and sees that will have you sent back here quickly for the reward they will get. As for your home, slave, it is where ever I live. So right now, this tent is your home. So, you don't have far to go, do you?"

Erik resumed fucking her with the intent of bringing about his own pleasure from her body. He felt strangely full of energy, as if he had only just woken up from a full night's sleep. The tarn woman was going to have a river of pearl flowing down her legs when he finished with her, as well as having drunk from his fountain of life. But he wanted to have her surrender herself to him at least once more before he filled her mouth. With his renewed vigour, he pounded Erys until he felt himself close on his pleasure once more. He grabbed her hair again, much tighter that time, locking her head so she could only look at him.

"Look at me. Look... at... MEEEE." For the second time, he filled her core with his scalding hot fluid, leaving as much, if not more the second time than the first. He felt some of it dribble out of her, down past his balls and along her body. "Feel that, Erys? Proof that you have served your Master well."

He slid the sloppy pole from her depths, pulling her up from his bed by her hair as he stood in the middle of his tent. He shoved her to her knees, pulling her face close to his stiff, wet cock. He jerked her head to force her to look up at him.

"Now, Erys, use your mouth and tongue to clean this mess off me. Then you'll learn how to use that mouth to please me as well. Harm me, in any manner, and you will beg for death for days before it comes to claim you."

 

[magellans_demon]

Erik spoke about her as just any woman from Tarn, giving Erys the first suspicion that he didn’t know who or what she was, but she wasn’t about to inform him of anything he didn’t force her to. Still, his point was true, if anyone found her now they would return her to him, and she wasn’t at all sure what the other sorceresses would do if they found her, now she’d been defiled. Whether she thought of this tent as home or not, there was nowhere else for her to go. Even if he didn’t stop her escaping, she was still stuck as his slave.

Erys couldn’t move as Erik thrust inside her again, watching his victorious expression as he released himself in her once more, he knew he completely owned her, not just legally but physically and she didn’t know what she could do to resist.

Pulled to her knees Erys’ eyes widened upon hearing Erik’s demands but she believed his threat, staring in fear at the huge organ in front of her. Gingerly sticking out her tongue she licked once at the tip of his flesh, screwing her eyes shut momentarily at the mixture of tastes. Scared of punishment however she forced herself to lick along the skin of his cock again, short, shy strokes at first before she felt him sliding into her mouth just as he’d pushed inside her before. Erys didn’t know how she’d fit even half of his length into her mouth but wrapped her lips around him, trying not to gag as he slipped deeper. Like licking a piece of food her tongue instinctively swirled around him, a sound from Erik confirming she was obeying and would hopefully stay safe from harm.

She gently sucked away the rivulets of cum coating his skin, darting her tongue around his cock until it was clean before pulling her head away to look up at him in awkward confusion.

“Have I cleaned you well enough?” she asked hesistantly.

 

[marauder13]

Erik loved the look on Erys' face as she stared at his cock hanging just before her face. He grinned as her tongue came out timidly, touching the tip. She screwed up her face at the first taste of their mixed arousal. He watched her summon her courage, her tongue reaching out again to lick more from his shaft.

The touch of her pink, flexible muscle sent tingles through him, making him groan in pleasure at the feel. He pushed into her mouth going all the way to the top of her throat and her lips sealed around him. Her tongue went to work, removing the arousal from him in a most pleasant way. His eyes narrowed at her efforts. He kept watching her, enjoying seeing her mouth swallowing his shaft readily while performing yet another of her regular duties for him.

With a final pass of licking she cleaned his cock of the traces of his use of her. Erik was very pleased, and very worked up by her efforts. Erys looked up at him, uncertainty clear on her face as Erik basked in the delights of her first taking of a cock in her mouth.

“Have I cleaned you well enough?”

"Yes, slave, for the first attempt." He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back hard, stretching her throat taut as he leaned down to look at her. "When you speak to me, slave, you will address me as Master. If you fail, you will be punished. Now, to show you I am not just mean, once you are well behaved regularly, slave, your Master will actually address you by the name you had before you were branded. Wont that be nicer?

Erik pulled her back into a more upright position, again bringing her face close to his now cleaned organ. His anger was fading and the bobbing of his stiff rod slowed in time with his heartbeat.

"Now, slave, time for you to take it in your mouth again, suck it, rub it with your tongue and rub your lips along as much of the length of it as you can. You will continue until I show you you've pleased me, and you will swallow it all."

His grip on her hair pulled her head closer, bringing her mouth toward the awaiting tip of his defiling fleshy pole.

 

[magellans_demon]

Erik having explained how she’d be punished if she didn’t obey him well, Erys knew she had no choice, had to start thinking of herself as a slave, if only for the fact this wasn’t her world anymore and she was going to need help surviving here, and it looked like Erik was going to get to choose whether she survived or not.

“Yes Master” she murmured, unwilling but obedient, as he instructed her on her next task.

Erys had no choice but to open her mouth and slide Erik’s length between her lips once again, sucking gently as she’d been instructed, licking along the hard flesh as it slipped further in. she wondered what he’d meant she’d have to swallow but didn’t dare stop for fear of angering him. Instead Erys clamped her lips tightly around his cock, nervously moving him in and out of his mouth, listening for groans or words from him to let her know what to keep doing and if she was doing anything wrong.

He seemed to grow inside her mouth, getting even stiffer than before, Erys frowning slightly at the unfamiliar sensations.

 

[marauder13]

Erys took him into her mouth, sucking his cock as he lid deeper into her warmth. He knew she didn't want to do what he commanded of her, but that was not important as she was doing it. In time, she would learn to be more enthusiastic, and actually enjoy all he did with her.

For a novice, she was doing well. She was giving him many good feelings as she worked his length. Her lips were sealed around him, her tongue worked his hard, hot flesh and she sucked him almost continually.

"Take a hand, wrap it around that which is not in your mouth. Move it up and down the length outside your mouth while still moving your mouth along."

Since she didn't know exactly where to work him to speed up his arousal, it took some time before he was nearing his peak. When he was close, he grabbed her head with both hands, fucking her mouth with a few rapid thrusts until he unleashed a torrent of cum into her awaiting mouth with a roar of ecstasy.

 

[magellans_demon]

Erys tried to obey the commands she was given, despite the situation being so new, and gently wrapped her fingers around Erik’s length, guiding it in and out of her mouth. She felt far from being able to say she enjoyed serving the soldier, especially in this way, but could at least begin to relax a little, building up a rhythm and feeling safer for the moment that he wasn’t going to use the rest of her body or harm her for doing the wrong thing.

She continued to lick and suck on Erik’s flesh, finding it far less unpleasant than the first time, the taste almost sweet, exploring how each different part of his hardness felt as she drew her tongue over it. It stunned her when he took hold of her head and Erys almost pulled away in surprise but managed to control herself, not wanting to risk his wrath when he seemed as though he was starting to be pleased with her. All she could do was try to keep breathing as he thrust deep into her throat, releasing hot salty liquid which flooded her mouth, dribbling across her chin, but she was forced to swallow in order to catch the next breath, sucking his seed as he forcefully controlled her.

As he released her finally, Erys was once again filled with a surge of anger, wanting to rebel against her treatment but knew it was futile and felt too weary to react, sinking to sit on the ground, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and looking up at him for signs of what would come next.

 

[marauder13]

Erik waited for the delight of emptying himself in her mouth to pass. He had never felt anything like it before. He knew that men used women's mouths in that way, having seen some other soldiers using communal slaves like that. But the experience was better that he expected. She didn't take him in all the way, and that was something he would work out later. What she was doing was good enough so far.

She sat on the floor of the tent, the seed of his that she didn't swallow had been wiped away by her hand. Once more, her gorgeous face was turned towards his, waiting for him to command her again. He was pleased that she seemed to be accepting of her fate, but he sensed that she had not fully embraced it yet. That came as no surprise to him.

"Next time, slave, if you can't swallow it all, don't wipe it away. Use a finger to catch it, and clean it from your finger. I gave it to you to be swallowed, not wasted. Do it again, and you will be punished. Understand?"

He dressed himself, then grabbed his plate, bowl and tankard. He stopped in front of her, pausing again to openly enjoy looking at her naked form. "Stand and follow me. We will go and get our evening meal.

He led her out of the tent, through the section of the camp that was the sleeping area. Many of the soldiers were resting near their tents, all who were stopped what they were doing and stared at Erys as she walked past. Again, Erik was congratulated on his catch, as well on his use, and her enjoyment. He thanked them, commenting that he was looking forward to using her again after the dinner meal, and making her enjoy it more as she should.

While in line, the soldier behind them tapped Erik on the shoulder. "I see you already have your dessert."

"Yes, she's sweet too, and will take a while to savour." Both men laughed while the line moved along.

"Ah, here is the gifted one. The Captain warned me of you. Two mouths to feed instead of one." The cook heaped more the the usual amount of food on the plate, and filled the bowl to near overflow. Erik handed the plate to Erys, while he took the bowl and tankard himself.

"Thank you."

"Enjoy." The cook leered, making it clear what he was referring to when he spoke of enjoyment. They made their way back to his tent. Erik pointed to the floor while he sat on the bed. He took a sip from the bowl letting the warm soup ease his throat.

"For now, slave, you will only eat or drink what I give to you. If you take yourself, or take what someone else gives you, I will punish you. You are mine, sand mine alone. You will only do as I tell you. None other will command you.

"If you please me well enough, I will reward you. You may not like me now, slave. You may think I am horrible, even evil. I am not. I am harsh, but I am also fair. You behave, your life will be good, with rewards worthy of your efforts. Otherwise, if you do not behave, then your life will be hard, full of suffering. I hope you make the right choices, for I would not like to see you suffer."

He handed her the bowl, nodding to her to tell her to drink from it. As she did, he took up some of the food for his plate, eating it while he watched her. He indicated she put the bowl down on the ground, and he handed her some of the vegetables he took from his plate.

He ate in silence, taking food for himself and eating, then at random times, he would pause and hand her some food, or the bowl for her to eat. When he had eaten his fill, he handed the plate and bowl to Erys.

"Take whatever you need to fill your belly, slave. Then, when you have finished eating, tell your Master how you feel about being his slave so far. Your can speak honestly, even saying those things you know your Master wil not like to hear. I am curious to know what is in your mind."