The Little Theif ~ Closed ~

[Anthropologist]

He was a little confused. When last he had taken her there, it was if he was impaling her with a red hot iron, and she had passed into unconsciousness, or at least the denial of consciousness, before he had cum. He had placed his finger there to see what would happen, and had expected her to recoil, but instead, she pushed back at him, almost as if her anus was trying to devour his finger.

He wanted to go there, he so wanted to. He wasn't sure why though, as vaginal sex with her was an absolute delight, it seemed wasteful to use an erection to penetrate her in such an unnatural way. If he thought about it, he might confront his own primal urges, might come to the realisation that throughout the ages, man has fucked women in that way as a way of expressing their dominance, their ownership.

If he looked deep within himself, he would see that here, in this cell, he and her were fighting a battle, a battle of wills that would have ramifications way beyond the spilling of a little seed in infertile ground. He had been, for some time, the unquestioned and supreme ruler of all he surveyed. No man challenged him, though some may doubt him. The last few days had demonstrated to him that he was merely a player on a much bigger stage, and if she was not his equal, then she may very well be his better. If he could put these amorphous thoughts into solid form, he might admit that he needs to fuck her ass to show her who is the boss.

For her part, her motives were equally unclear to herself , but her instincts pushed her onwards. She remembered the pain, remembered the disconnection from reality, so why was she now pressing back at him like a bitch on heat. It was simple really, it suited her, or rather the ones who had sentience but no form who guided her, to let him think that he was the dominant, her the submissive, at least for now.

And so it was that he leaned forward, pulling her cheeks apart with his meaty hands, slathering her puckered anal bud with his saliva. Returning upright on his knees, he grasped the royal sword and guided it to her, pressing the bulbous head against her unwilling sphincter, pressing harder, insistently.....

.............

In the King's chambers another battle ensued. Lorec was feeling quite proud of himself, having made the whore of whores cum, and he knew her orgasm was genuine, not the rehearsed moaning and writhing he usually witnessed from whores. And what's more, he was hard, not just hard, but "a cat couldn't scratch it" hard, and it had been a very long time since he had felt it thus. His face flushed with shame when he recalled how often he had softened within a whore's cunt, failing even to spill his usual weak stream of cum.

Something was changing in him, and it seemed to be linked to this well used harlot beside him. He rose to his knees and shuffled across to her, parting her legs as he did. He did not ask her permission, nor did he waste any time on foreplay, he had a rock hard cock and he was keen to use it. He plunged inside her, fucking her hard and fast, and somehow, inexplicably, his lips parted, his tongue moved, and he uttered the words "I Love you Larissa"

 

[katalynn]

The King appeared to be lost in thought as his finger toyed with the tight little hole, forcing her to squirm right along with it. Kyllene had to admit that his finger felt incredible, almost relaxing in some ways, something she can handle. Deep down is another story; she knew he would claim it again. And then it happened. Her hands still bound by the rope made it difficult to get away from the position he put her into.

“Daddy…. Please…. Daddy….. I will be your good girl I promise Daddy… It hurts…”

Words were pouring from her trembling lips just before a scream filled the room. The thick head managed to break through the resisting hole that clamped tightly around it, the shock running its course through the very core of her being. Kyllene had no choice but to become paralyzed and to provide what he desired. She began to breathe heavily and her heart raced at an unspeakable pace as he pushed in deeper, stretching her painfully. She didn’t know if this was part of the punishment or if this was something he simply wanted to do. For her however, she has accepted it as his way of keeping her in place. An act of dominance and in her eyes, a punishment.

The silent tears from the spanking were not so silent anymore, buried her face into the pillow till it was over with, determined to not let the pain overwhelm her again.

“I promise I will be a good girl Daddy…”

The words were somewhat muffled by the pillow and meek as she surrenders to the desires of her King.

~~~~~~

Larissa was caught off guard by Lorecs slipping in between her thighs, helping himself to her hungry cunt. She didn’t deny him access, always ready for more, always in need to be satisfied whenever the opportunity presented itself. Lorec was going at it like a wild dog, to her surprise it felt incredible to have this little man use her like this.

That is until those not so simple words slipped out…..

Larissa took a moment to gain control of what was just said, caught between him fucking her hard and those words coming from his lips. Of all the people, they came from his very lips. In reality, Larissa is not as strong as he is, he could have easily taken control over her dominance earlier, but he didn’t. Reaching up with her right hand, grabbing his throat once more, the other hand gripped tightly into his hair while her legs wrapped tightly around him. Lorec is trapped in the clutches of this whore, buried as deep as his cock allows.

“What did you just say? Do you even know how to love?"

Larissa had her doubts that he truly loved her; many men have said such things to her before, those were times when the moment of passion overwhelmed them. She on the other hand, has never spoken such words to anyone, they meant more to her than anyone would ever realize, to give her love in return had a deeper meaning.


"I am a whore; you are a slut of a man…. You will always lust after other women, and as for me, I go where I am told.”


Lorec however, she didn’t even think the man was even capable of loving someone, he uses women like they were toys, when he is done, tosses them to the side. He follows that little pecker of his without emotion or thought for the woman with the hole he is thrusting into.

“Tell me Lorec… What do you desire by confessing love to me?”

 

[Anthropologist]

The Eunuch was not a happy man, well, actually, he was happy right at this moment, because he had a plump naked woman to torture, but his general demeanor over the last few hours had been decidedly unhappy. He had no idea where the thief was, he had been defied by the whore Larissa and now he had completely mislaid Lorec. The whole place was going crazy.

One of his spies had come to him several hours ago telling of a middle aged couple wandering the streets of the castle village asking after a "girl with a collar". He had dispatched guards immediately, and now he had the two of them in the dungeon.

The husband, a timid man, a farmer, had told them little, other than some mysterious half man half spirit had visited them in the night and urged them to seek her out, an unlikely tale it seemed. Now he sat slumped on the floor against the cold stone, ironically, only the thickness of the wall between him and where the girl he sought was getting firmly ass fucked. He was battered and bruised, his wrists manacled and chained above his head.

The Eunuch thought they may have better luck with the wife, either in getting her to talk, or in encouraging her husband to contribute to the conversation when he saw what they would do to her. She too had her wrists manacled and a chain pulled her arms above her head, but she was standing, or almost, if you could call her toes scrabbling on the stone floor standing. Her blouse hung in tatters from her shoulders, her ponderous breasts criss crossed with red welts where they had whipped her. Her tears rolled freely, the saltiness of them stinging the welts as the dropped from her chin to splash on the battered flesh.

Her skirts were intact, for now, but her exertions had caused them to slip so that they barely clung to her generous hips. Her body had never experienced childbirth, so her belly was smooth , the plumpness causing a little pot of flesh to hang over her waistband. The Eunuch nodded to a guard and he pushed his fingers into the waistband and wrenched. The cheap cloth rendered easily, both skirts and petticoats coming away in his hands. Like the thief, she could not afford the luxury of underwear and her thick mat of dark pubic hair was exposed.

The Eunuch waved the guard away and rose from the chair from where he had been watching. He stood in front of her and placed his fingernails at her throat. Again he asked her what she was doing in the village, and again she sobbingly told him the tale of the night visitor. He shook his head, tracing his nails down her body, over the welts and her nipples, over her plump belly and into the forest of her pubes. He looked at her husband as he pushed a finger inside her sex, expecting the man to look away, he was surprised when he locked eyes with the Eunuch and half smiled.

Unseen by the Eunuch, as he inserted his finger a small dark stain appeared just above her buttock and started to slowly grow in a pattern across her lower back. The farmer smiled. He was tired, tired of moving every couple of years lest his neighbours start to realize that they never changed, never aged, they had been this age for 200 years. She had come, things were happening.

The Eunuch's brief moment of happiness deserted him. The farmer's resistance and seeming amusement at his wife's predicament frustrated and angered him. He looked at the farmer while barking orders at the guards. "Take her down, share her amongst yourselves"

The farmer smiled again, the war had begun.

...................

Lorec was as puzzled as her as to why he had uttered those words, but he was actually quite pleased he had. When she asked why he had done so , he had to think about an answer. He soon knew why he had, because she had been an honest fuck, she had not faked orgasm like so many before her, and she had caused him great pleasure.........now if only she could cook???

But, he didn't know that that is what he should tell her, if that is what she wanted to hear. He nuzzled into her neck and throat, kissing and sucking at her flesh as he continued to fuck hard. He raised his head and whispered "because my sweet whore, you are the perfect woman, and I want to keep you for my own"

 

[katalynn]

The King kept Kyllene right where he wanted. The pain he is causing was not lost to him, he can see and feel the stress that this claim has on her, and just like before he could not stop now. If he stops, then the little thief will win and have more control than he is willing to accept. However, unlike before, he had more control over this desire, and with determination. It is slower with the intent on breaking her down even further; removing any resistance she still has, proving to her than he can take what he wants and when he wants it. Also to prove that without resistance, this can be pleasurable for her.

He kept the slow agonizing pace till she started showing signs that it created pleasure instead of stress. Kyllene has no idea how long she’s been in this position, to her it felt like hours of resisting and denying him this simple pleasure, wishing for him to get it over with soon and yet, it never ended. He pulls the rope that bound her wrists to make her lay on her chest, putting her deeper into a submissive position, forcing her mind to follow the direction he wanted. And when she stopped crying and begging for him to stop, surrendering further to his dominance, he pulls the rope to lift her hands like a puppet up towards a needy little clit and a hungry cunt. In response and without thought, her hands reacted and began to pleasure herself while he proceeded with the slow thrusting into her ass.

And after he forced her into an earth shattering orgasm, proving to her that claiming her this way is just as pleasurable for her. Forcing her to keep her hands in place demanding she keeps pleasuring that little pussy, not allowing time for her to think. He wanted to force more orgasms out of her, bringing her to full exhaustion just as his own orgasm flooded into the used walls. She collapsed onto the bed when he finally pulls from her gaping ass, barely conscious and breathing heavily.

During this whole time, Kyllene could feel a darker energy nearby and if it wasn’t for her current situation, more focus would have gone into what it was. Strangely enough for her, it felt familiar in a way she couldn’t understand in the few moments that it was felt. This energy created another reason for her resistance and why it took so long for her King to claim her every thought. He drove this mysterious energy out of her, forcing all of her attention to be on him and what he desired.

The collar reacted as well, turning colors in a constant rotation with the conflicted emotions till finally her pleasures took control and it became a steady glow of green. Within the few hours of being in solitude with her King, Kyllene has given all of herself to him, mind, body and soul. The King became her only thought now, with the need to please him and no one else.


~~~~~~~

Larissa didn’t know what to make of what Lorec was saying. It always made her feel good when men say such things, even if untrue in nature. Words are one thing and actions provide the truth behind those words. If Lorec is honest in what he is claiming now and not just words of lust, then he has a lot to prove before Larissa falls for such claim.

She let him take what he desired; still sensitive from the last pleasurable orgasm and with how he fucked her, his pelvis hair scratching at the little nub with each and every stroke, it was impossible to hold anything back. For as small as he is she had to admit he knew how use the little thing, and it did not take long before she cried out an orgasm, clawing into his flesh leaving her mark.

~~~~~~
The shadows within the walls knew what was happening, even the one that played with Larissa and Lorec had disappeared, and the only one that remained in place was the shadow Seregruthon that protected the room of which his Queen and King hid in. The darker energy is felt as it is too close to comfort, Seregruthon heard the words of the couple, saw the pattern that etched its way onto the female, it was similar to the pattern of his queen. This one was of a darker nature, unlike his Queen and he had thought that this female had long since left this world. The couple was in fact brother and sister, a set of twins that play as husband and wife for face value.

What he couldn’t understand is why they were lying and why they were searching for his Queen. The dark ones have no reason to be hunting her down, at least no reason he can think of in this moment. Within moments of the guards claiming the female, blood curdling screams could be heard throughout the castle. Meanwhile, the male just sat there with a smug little smile as he waited for his sister to come back for him.

 

[Anthropologist]

Alea knew that there was no use in keeping up the pretence. Her and her twin brother Agis had hidden behind the mask of marriage for 200 years, ever since that fateful day when all of the Lʼeyneidí Nymphs had been frozen in time, still breathing, still existing, but no longer living. In those long centuries they hadn't aged, hadn't borne children, hadn't taken ill. Some had died, at the sword of folk and the claw of beast, and their numbers had dwindled to only a few thousand. It was said that the clock would start ticking again when the three tokens, the collar, the dagger and the orb were together on the throne. The Prophesy insisted that a queen would ascend the throne, and so it was that Alea, having a faint connection to the royal line, believed, in the absence of any other, that it would be her, her twin serving as her consort.

Three days ago they were visited by a dark wraith, who informed them, as he had informed all other Lʼeyneidí , that their queen was rising, to be ready. Alea was furious - who could this pretender be - and so their quest began. They had since discovered that the usurper had the collar and was in the castle where the dagger resided, and so too were they now.

She played the tearful peasant farmer's wife well, summoning the tears at will, bearing the lash of the whip with a grimace, even though she wanted to smile. Had the Eunuch been thinking straight, he would have sensed her arousal and surely felt the wetness in her loins. She had endured worse from her sibling in the name of pleasure. She didn't mind some cock either, and the guards disrobing in front of her looked to be fine specimens. She would enjoy them for a few moments.

The guards were indeed disrobing, with some haste. No sooner had the Eunuch left the dungeon than they were tearing at their clothes. At least one of them wondered why, the woman before them was hardly a beauty, middle aged with sagging breast and belly and generous thighs and buttocks which the whip had sunk deeply into. But.........there was something, something that made them hard long before they had disrobed, something that drove them to crave her flesh to impale her.

The released her shackles and she fell to the floor. Impatient to enjoy her, they fell upon her, each, as if previously assigned, paying attention to a particular orifice. Before long, she tasted cock on her tongue, and felt firm shafts push into her ripe cunt and tight anus. Agis watched as his sister was defiled, a tumbling writhing mass of bodies on the floor as each man fine tuned his position for maximum penetration. He watched as the patterns grew and spread across her skin, as the wrinkles smoothed, as the skin tightened. he , at one moment, caught her eye, and within he saw a spark that had been long absent.

The guards fucked her wordlessly, unless grunts and groans should be words, and it seemed that there was to be a confluence of each mans arrival at the glorious moment as they grimaced and gasped and their ejaculate filled her voids. Each of them felt a wave of pleasure greater than anything else they had ever experienced, a wave that kept building, and building, without seemingly to end. It engulfed them, it surpassed their ability to control their own bodies, and still it washed over them, driving them to the edge of madness, and each of them knew that there was no way back. In a moment of pure clarity, as they screamed and their souls were wrenched from their bodies, they knew they had met evil.

....................

Like the time before, the King was overwhelmed for compassion for her once the act was done. Perhaps, he thought wryly, it was guilt. He lay with her, spooning, trying to hold as much of her to him as possible. She was still, and quiet, and he could feel each breath swell her chest, but she wasn't asleep, he knew that. In fact, he was surprised at how much he did know, and when he thought about it, it seemed to him that every time they fucked their minds seemed to intertwine a little more.

He almost dozed off himself when he heard, from a distance, the scream of a man, no, of men, though he couldn't tell how many. He wondered what the Eunuch was up to and decided that he must try and curb the man. They had some difficult times ahead, and torturing the populace would hardly help him to build an army.

.................

The truth be told, Larissa had not met many men who could make her truly orgasm. The King was one, but if he was off limits boyfriend wise before, he was now outside of her world, she could see a Royal wedding soon. Even more rare was the man that could make her cum twice within minutes, but Lorec had done so...............perhaps that is what love is, she thought.

 

[katalynn]

Kyllene was pretty speechless and every emotion imagined ran rampant within her, unable to pinpoint any particular one to focus on. She could feel the guilt come from her King, she didn’t know why he would feel guilty though, and he only did what any man of power would do. There was a moment when she wanted to comfort him, let him know that she is ok, despite being unsure of the truth. The longer they lay there, with him holding onto her as if she would disappear from his very sight; she almost felt what one would consider to be love. An emotion she never thought was possible for her to experience, and it took a King of all people to break the walls down.

“Thank you…. M’King….”

She didn’t know what compelled those words, uncertain of what exactly she is thanking for him. Perhaps breaking down 200 years’ worth of walls was something she desperately needed, to actually feel true emotion for once. The fear and conflictions she had of him vanished, she knew that he has been just as conflicted by her and these last few moments proved that. Her heart raced and bit her lip, quietly hesitating before speaking, afraid of rejection of having such feelings, but he tore that wall down making it impossible for her to hide from him now.

“M’King… I… I love you….”

Closing her eyes tightly and hid her crimson face into the pillow, knowing that he most likely doesn’t feel the same, and are words that he has heard a dozen or more times. It was spoken about the same the time as the screams broke through their walls. Neither one of them were in a hurry to move, both assuming it was Eunuch up to no good, perhaps still in search of her. Kyllene was too exhausted to comprehend the darkness she felt, it grew stronger when the screams happened. Against the pillow she could see the collars fiery red glow in response to what was happening to the guards.

“I do not think it is the Eunuch making those men scream. It feels darker and…. It is… like it is calling me towards it, taunting me to come out of hiding. It frightens me...”

Her tone hinted at the fear it was causing her, rolling over facing him, burying her face into his chest seeking comfort. She can sense that he wanted to go and solve whatever issues are out there, Kyllene however, made no indication of moving though, waiting for him to take the lead. Having learned her place is to be by his side, and yet she still considered him above her in all ways and when he is ready to leave, she will happily follow either behind as his whore or by his side if he so desired.
~~~

The Eunuch hadn’t made it far from the dungeons before the screams rang deep in his ears, taking a moment to realize they were not screams of the woman. They were of men, many men. He knew he left the woman with at least a dozen men or more. Soon making his way back to the dungeons, he stood there in shock at the sight he found. The guards lay naked and appeared lifeless on the ground surrounding this female, who had the look of pure satisfaction like she just dined on a royal feast. She looked younger and more vibrant from moments ago, patterns like his thief painted her body. In a moment of stupor and uncertain of what to do now, that gut feeling of his Kings wrath starts to sink in.

He grabs the girl by hair, pulling and dragging her, chaining her in a separate cell far from her brother to keep them both in solitude confinement. Looking back towards the guards, checking to see if any of them managed to live through….. Well, he didn’t know. Things were not in the Eunuch’s favor right now and it is only starting. If he can’t find the thief before his King returns, then to have no explanation as to what happened in here to a dozen of the kings guards. Some luck was in his favor however, the one guard that questioned the ‘why’, he was found in a corner stunned by what he saw, he somehow didn’t fall into the females trap, though he couldn’t tear his eyes off the scene before him.

~~~

Larissa knew men and it was rare that they produced a conflict of emotions within her. She always had a soft spot for her King, knowing a life with him was never meant to be. The thief …. Her Queen…. Gave her some hope of being able to stay by his side, perhaps a love triangle. Then the thief had pushed her away, which Larissa can easily understand, why, the girl was torn from one life and thrown into another and now that girl has disappeared on her.

Lorec lay quietly by her on their Queens bed, both lost in thought as to the confessions made during the heighten passion.

“Did you truly mean what you spoke of? Or was that just in the heat of lust?”

 

[Anthropologist]

It was as if the sounds and words were competing within the King's mind for attention. The screams of the men were kicking off a dozen forebodings but worming it's way through that cacophony, like a bubble rising from the deepest ocean were her words ..."I love you"

Of course, he had heard those words before, but never from someone like her, never from someone..........someone that he........actually.........loved. He hesitated before echoing her words back to her, and then the moment was passed, leaving her wondering if he had actually heard her.

Her next utterings did get his attention however. He too had felt the dark force and the screams kept repeating in his mind, each rendition sounding less human and ringing with the evil that created them. He started to untangle himself from her.........there are some things a king just cannot ignore, and one of them is the sound of his faithful guards having their souls ripped from them and dragged through the gates of hell.

He untied her and slid from the bed, tossing her dress to her as he pulled his breeches and shirt on. The dagger, as usual, was tucked into the scabbard on his boot, and he drew it now and clasped it easily in his large hand. He entered the passageway, telling her to stay, an order she disobeyed, of course, but as she followed, the shadow enveloped her like a gossamer cloak, granting her as much protection as it could.

He strode into the dungeon to find the Eunuch crouched over a clearly dying guard, and the carnage around him was evident. The Eunuch arose as he entered, seemingly unsurprised at his early return and his eyes flicked only briefly to the thief.

"It was the wife" he said, as if he expected the King to know all that had passed."she dies tonight" and he turned towards the cell. The King's eyes followed his gaze to the naked chained Alea, her smug smile at odds with the battered and cum splattered body.

Alea sat on the cold stone floor, feeling the seed of the now dead guards seeping from her ass and vagina, tasting it on her tongue. She was wondering how her powers would sway a man with no cock when the King and his little slave entered. She looked from one to the other and smiled anew. The dagger and the collar, together, here in this room. Two thirds of the trinity within arm's reach, and she knew where the third, the orb, was.

....................

Lorec had enough beast in him, and was close enough to the King, to know that evil was afoot within the castle. In case he wasn't alert enough to it, the shadows made sure, invading his mind with images of the horror that had taken place. is first instinct was to rush to the dungeons, but calm heads were needed, and the King's army would need to be assembled.

He pushed himself upright and started to dress. he always felt slightly ridiculous trying to talk seriously to a woman while naked, so he pulled on his clothes and then turned to her.

"There are troubling times ahead sweet whore, and I would rather face them with a loving and loyal woman by my side than alone, and a woman could do with some protection...........and yes, I meant it. Now, rest while you can, I have things to attend to"

 

[katalynn]

There was no rest for Larissa, and just like the thief, she had disobeyed Lorecs orders to stay. Her intentions were different though, she needed to find her Queen. It just so happens that the direction Lorec went, is the same direction she was going, so followed him towards the dungeons. She knew there was something down there they kept taking her Queen to, they took her down there for Lorec for some reason. With that, she figured it would be a good place to start snooping around.

When larissa and Lorec got to the dungeons, Larissa went straight to her Queen, excited that she is safe and with the King. It took a moment to fully take in the sight before her, noticing just how petrified Kylene looked while staring at the woman in the cell. Kylene was behind the King, refusing to leave his side and refusing to remove her eyes from the woman.

"She can't be here.... She is too dangerous to remain here...."

Kylene hadn't even realized she spoke, shaking her head not believing that it was her, right here in the castle, staring right back at her. She remembers her before she was taken by the mage, in fact it was partly Aleas fault that the mage caught her in he first place. Everyone was looking at Kylene, wondering why she was reacting like this, the collar pulsed bright red being so close to the woman.

Kylene could feel the collar and the shadow protecting her, a battle of being pulled towards the calling of the girl and being forced to remain in place. There were a few times when she took a step towards the smiling girl, unable to resist her call, these were the times when the collar grew brighter, fighting against her movements with great efforts.

"She knows things..... but she is strong right now.... These guards fed her."

Kylene didn't know she was speaking, it wasn't making sense to anyone else around her, except maybe the King. She was rambling on about the collar, dagger and some orb that he dreams about and how they all connect. It was like she was stuck in some sort of sleep walking trance, rambling about the girl before her. Each time, her steps drew her closer to the woman in the cell against the shadow and the collar.

 

[Anthropologist]

The King recognised true power when he saw it and he saw it in Alea. His first thought was simply to kill her, there in the dungeon, right now. Certainly her crimes deserved nothing less, let alone the threat she represented to his little thief. He had one hand on the dagger, ready to pull it and plunge it into her heart, when movement caught his eye. He paused, turning towards his love, as she moved hesitantly towards the killer.

He stepped towards her, reaching out as if to halt her advance, but the shadow intervened. He heard the words, spoken in no language he recognised, but understood all the same. "she must learn to battle, this fight is hers alone"

She took another step closer and then, to the surprise of all, and the delight of many watching, she reached up and pushed the straps off of her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall to the floor. Naked, she stepped from the puddle of cloth and stood before Alea, also naked.

Now the King did draw the dagger, spread his feet a little to find balance, and prepared himself to pounce should she become endangered. Hs beloved took another step, she stood at Aleas feet, and squatted. The King heard the sharp intake of breath from a watching guard as she did so, her flower opening, his own cum dripping onto the floor.

She reached out and her fingers touched Alea's cheek. The collar fairly thrummed and vibrated, glowing incandescent. "There are so few of us left my brethren. This man will kill you for what you have done, but I would wish to save your life, to have you beside me............but that cannot be if you covet what is mine" Then she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

 

[katalynn]

Kylene wasn't herself all the sudden she was not the timid little thief they all know her to be. She actually took charge of the situation, knowing that this girl before them was simply lost to the dark ways of her powers. There was a time when this female had good in her, despite being raised into the dark side of life, Kylene saw the good in her. The difference between them however, is Kylene was born of pure passion and love, bringer of peace between the worlds. Where as Alea has learned to feed off that passion and love for her it was meant to make people satisfy her, to twist their minds to make her engulf their every thought, no matter the cost.

Kylene could feel the drain already start just from the kiss alone, all her energy went to the girl alone blocking everyone else out. The girl is stronger by far, she has learned how to use her magic and over the years have perfected it before time stood still for her. Kylene on the other hand, never learned the ways of her kind, never even knew she had such powers to control the lust of men.

Alea grinned into the kiss, giving a glare towards the King as he looked on. The type of glare that told him she'll fight before submitting, if she got rid of the girl kissing her, the King would be hers. Already, Alea started to twist his mind, worming her way into the lust that is still very fresh. She can smell his sex on Kylene, taste the liquid through the kiss that had no end.

The collar glowed with an intense blue, fighting to protect the King and help give power to Kylene, almost as if it was guiding its queen, teaching her how to use these powers. The kiss was all that is needed for Kylene, her hands did roam over the girls body, though never touching the intimate areas. And soon the shift began, the markings on Kylenes body pulsed and glowed bright blue, her hands reached up and gripped tightly into Aleas hair, forcing her to keep the kiss in place.

The glare that stared down the King faded, turning into panic as she was the one being drained. Kylene began to falter though, being overwhelmed by the girls power. Within moments the Alea's markings faded from power and she slumped lifeless in the chains.

It isn't the nature of Kylene's kind to kill unless there is no other choice. Which in turn, Alea was not dead, and it showed by the shallow movement of her chest, her brother screamed out her name, spewing out words in anger. Kylene had drained her of the dark power, absorbing it into herself. Alea still had power, although she is incapable of killing people anymore, the most she'll be able to do is twist their minds to become slightly aroused, however, it won't be her they will seek.

Kylene fell to her side, landing hard against the floor as the collar and the blue markings faded to their normal color.

 

[Anthropologist]

As she fell, the King let out a cry of anguish and rushed to pick her up, forgetting the danger of getting close to Alea, but he was in little danger, she was so weakened. As he knelt down to gather Kylene in his arms, Alea made a lunge for the dagger, still clasped in his hand, but he saw her move and tossed it away and it skidded across the floor to come to rest at the Eunuch's feet.

The King looked at Alea, his hatred of her evident in his glittering eyes. He held Kylene close as he considered what to do with her. He remembered that his little thief wanted Alea kept alive, and he would acquiesce to her wishes, but that didn't mean he couldn't make her very very uncomfortable.

As he stood and carried Kylene back towards the others, Larissa suddenly shuddered, tossing her head back and gasping. "I speak for the shadows" she said in a voice barely recognizable "the one called Alea, is now powerless" she continued. The shadow who had taken hold of her, a mischievous sprite who existed on the edges of the Watchers, had been assigned the dungeons to listen and learn. He, or was it she.......the truth is that the mysterious ones were of both genders, and none, had seen what Alea had done, and was quite outraged of it, and he/she had a keen sense of justice.

Larissa, eyes glazed, turned towards Alea and she started speaking again. "her punishment should fit her crime, those weapons she used to steal the guard's souls, should now become the object of her own suffering" Then Larissa slumped, and would have fallen to the floor had not Lorec caught her in his arms.

The King looked confused, and tried to rouse Kylene to explain what he had just heard, to no avail. He turned towards the Eunuch, who had a thin smile on his face "It means, I think, that she should be fucked to death" The King laughed "well, not death, Ky.....I wish to keep her alive, but if you can summon enough guards I'm sure they will take her within an inch of death"

The eunuch's smile broadened "there are twenty men on duty M'lord"

 

[katalynn]

Kylene was lifeless in his arms as the dreams started to emerge, not allowing her to wake up right away. They were dreams of a life she once knew, childhood memories with her parents, mostly with her father teaching and showing her the gold and silver orb. In the dreams there were no voices to fit the images, at the time with her father, she was too young to even be bothered with such things. To a child, it was just a toy.

Alea was there, a few years older than Kylene and lurked in the shadows throughout the images. It was difficult if Alea cared about Kylene and was just simply watching over her from a distance, or if there were ill intentions involved. Alea now, didn't seem to recognize Kylene in the cell, as she was just a child the last time Alea saw her. The dreams told Kylene how Alea lured her to the mages ring, then running off to rat Kylene out, stealing her childhood from her. It was then Alea learned the mistake she had made when time stood still for her. For them all.

The dreams appeared to be Alea's past and all that she has been through over the last 200 years, living a simple humans life, just barely scrapping by with odds and ends that they found. The orb had vanished shortly after Kylenes disappearance. For the better part of those 200 years, Alea and her brother have been searching for it. It was highly decorated, gold orb with silver leaf vines wrapping around it with very detailed engraving of a language Kylene barely remembers. The dreams made it clear that this orb belongs to her and that it was needed to make her Queen, to bring the worlds together. And also, it would help her to control her powers of lust, to feed her while others around her feed off her energy.

Things became complicated as the dreams moved forward, bringing her to place she vaguely remembers as a child. A place that the mage stole her from. It moved past that however, rushing through a path that leads deep into the forest, a place she has never been before. The Dead Forest.

The Dead forest was guarded by those of betrayal and have been cursed to remain in this world. It was this place that her father has hidden the orb, keeping it safe until his daughter returns. Some of the lost souls here in the castle belong to the dead forest as messengers of her return. There is one demon that rules over the dead forest and it is he that guards the orb, stealing it shortly after her father hid it in a cave.

Kylene couldn't see this demon in the dreams, he hides in the shadows of his castle. She can sense he knows of her and waits for her to claim what is rightfully hers. The demon wormed his way into her dreams and trapping her in the dream world, taking advantage of her darker desires, seeking to gain her submission for his own, stealing her from the King. The markings on her body began to glow and pulse along with the collar indicating her arousal. The aphrodisiac scent and energy slowly seeped from her feeding into those around her.

Agis and Alea smiled that knowing smile as they knew what was happening, after all, Alea lead her to him with the memories Kylene stole from her.

"Our Master has found the lost princess....."

They both said as one voice..... then gave a haunting laugh that broke the silence while watching Kylene's body slowly start to writhe towards the the demons desires.

"He has been waiting a very, very long time for her....."

Alea finally spoke before laughing again...

 

[Anthropologist]

The King whirled and glared at Alea "who's been waiting for her?" But Alea clammed up and turned away from him.

Before he could press the point, the Eunuch returned with a squadron of guards at his back. The men immediately fell upon Alea, lifting her to her knees, grasping her hair and forcing themselves into her mouth. She would be in no state to talk to the King for some time, for when they have finished with her long into tomorrow, she will remain unconscious for two more days.

Throughout the ordeal, she does not utter a sound. As men impale her in every orifice, spill their seed within her and upon her. As they twist her tits and pull her hair, slap her face and whip her flesh, she endures it all silently. When the night watch has ended, fresh cocks of the day watch take their place. Her skin is rubbed raw, her openings stretched and she never utters a sound.

.............................

The King cradles her in his arms and starts out of the dungeon, but as his foot takes the first ascending step, her eyes flutter open and she lays a weak hand on his forearm. "No" she says, so quietly he must lean down to hear her "not the chambers..........the cell, there is no time to waste"

He turns to the entourage, Larissa and Lorec, inseparable now, The Eunuch, various guards and pages and hand maidens. "Larissa, Lorec, with us, the rest of you, return to the castle" As they pass, he grasps the Eunuch's shoulder "I know not what happens from here, but keep those two." and he nods towards the dungeon "under close watch" The Eunuch nods and follows the others.

He turns and enters the cell, laying her on the small bed. There isn't much room in there with the four of them. She opens her eyes and reaches for him "My King, my master, we must.............."she doesn't get to finish, he presses his finger to her lips "I know" he says " we must go to the Dead Forest.......this night"

 

[katalynn]

The demon held onto her for only a few moments, keeping the outside world hidden and out of her reach. However, just like with Alea, this was a fight for Kylene, no one else can help her. Especially if no one else knows exactly what was happening. This demon came close to bringing Kylene to her knees, similar to the Eunuch, had a way of forcing her submission to instantly show, to instantly force a desire that a simple touch provided. It felt so real to Kylene and it almost became the only thing she craved and desired. There is fear in Kylene that kept the Demon from winning so easily, and she fought against his mesmerizing voice, the touch that made her weak minded. Every trick this demon had, it reminded her of The Eunuch and how she loses herself to him. She could feel herself slipping in that same way for this demon.... this demon that kisses her now with such dark desires.

That is until the Kings voice broke through the dream realm tweaking the reality of this trap. Though her body tried to open up for the demon, Kylene felt confined somehow and the heat radiating off the King was inviting her to come back. His scent filled her senses and then movement is what brought her back to reality, not yet realizing she had spoken to him.

Once in the cell however, she felt the separation of the demons trap and cut off from the source. It took several moments for her gain any kind of balance, torn between reality and the dream that is still fresh in her thoughts. As with the Eunuch, her skin crawled at the touch of the demon, not yet registering the effect it has on her physically. Kylene is more than ready to have her King take her again right here and now, not caring who was watching or where her energy went.


In the end it came down to her being weak from what she did to Alea, already weak from what her and the King had done prior to that. All she really wanted to do was rest, deny herself of these desires that this demon provoked in her and rest. Time didn't allow for such things and she knew they had to go soon. Her body felt like it was fire though, the markings on her skin and collar ratted out her desires, along with her pheromones filling the little room quickly.

She took a drink of the mead that they had earlier and stood up to face her King, ignoring the other two that stood in the room with them and gave her King a kiss of pure passion. Meanwhile she took his hands and guided them to the collar, in her own way, forcing him to touch it.

"We must go.... My King...."

Kylene didn't mention the fact that she couldn't fall asleep, not wishing to put another stress on his shoulders, hoping she can handle that tid bit of information on her own.

 

[Anthropologist]

He paused, looking at both Lorec and Larissa. He then undressed, seemingly ignoring Larissa's presence, though she had seen him naked before. Lorec squeezed Larissa's arm and nodded to the King and he turned to Kylene, kissed her gently and then grasped the collar. Larissa gasped as the transformation began, she had heard of this, but, of course, had never witnessed it.

Once complete, the Beast turned to Lorec. "you will come with us, and act as my outrider" Lorec's response was to look at Larissa, an unspoken question on his lips "It's ok" she smiled "I know who you are" He too stripped and stepped towards Kylene, but before he could touch the collar, Larissa blurted out "you must take me with you, I don't know why, but the shadow's insist, they say you will need me"

The two men, or at least the man and beast, exchanged glances, and the King nodded. Lorec turned backed to Larissa, and like the King had done with Kylene, kissed her tenderly before turning and grasping the collar.

The two manbeasts talked, plans were made. It was determined that they would need their clothes once they reach the destination, so these were bundled into a blanket and tied across Lorec's back like saddlebags. Included in the bundle was the dagger, which would be needed to unite the three symbols, and would be best kept as far from Alea as possible.

There was some consternation that the king would be able to carry both women, but Kylene was of slight build, and larissa was short of stature, although large in the hips and breast. He scoffed at suggestions that they would overwhelm him and was actually quite looking forward to having two ripe cunts rubbing along his spine.

They moved quickly through the passages and out of the secret gate, walking as a group until they met the tree line. The King turned and looked back at the castle, wondering if it would be safe in the hands of the Eunuch, indeed, wondering if he would see it again.

The two girls mounted him, lifting their skirts and briefly giving Lorec a free show of their sweet cunts, and then they were seated, the lighter Kylene high on his shoulders, clinging to his neck, the generously endowed Larissa behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, breasts pressed into her back. As he started to lope, Larissa kissed Kylene's neck "here we go sweet queen, off on a grand adventure"

 

[katalynn]

When the words sweet queen slipped from Larissa's lips, it sent a shiver down Kylene's spine, uncertain of being called such a thing. A life of servitude and suddenly being tossed into a life of royalty was something Kylene had never in her life expected. She was like a child in this new path that has been laid before her feet, learning everything at once and as she goes. Then there is this 'adventure' that has been forced upon them, unknown of what lays ahead, let alone of they will come back alive. Kylene was sure she'll remain alive, the demon made no intention he wished for her death.

The others that follow with her however, their future of life was just as uncertain. The further into this travel they went, the more she realized she might have to leave them behind. To protect them. She just had no idea how to leave. This is something she will have to figure out when the time was right, hopefully finding an opportunity before they get to far.

Kylene could feel Larissa breathing against her neck, her hands exploring and teasing as they rode deeper into the woods. Larissa bouncing up against her back and her King between her legs made any real thought impossible. The vision of the demons' dream lingered as well, still able to feel his kiss and the way he touched her still burned within her. This was not the time for sexual thoughts and yet it was the only thing Kylene could think about, her body betraying her by the second.

She leaned forward, gripping onto her Kings fur tightly as she closed her eyes and squeezed her legs tightly around him. The memories of her first ride on his back flooded her, if it wasn't for Larissa and her roaming hands, this would be just like the first time. IT was difficult for her to fully realize how far they had traveled, but it quickly became too much for her to handle, the sensations of her King and Larissa created an earth shattering orgasm. Kylene managed to keep it silent, breathing heavily and shivering as she felt her own fluid soak into the Kings fur.

It did not end there though, having no rest and both the King and Larissa being relentless, Kylene was unable to keep the orgasms back. There were times when she was caught in an endless cycle of squirting as his back rubbed and moved against her naked cunt.

Just as she felt like passing out, Larissa managed to tease her enough to keep her awake, keeping her on edge of wanting and needing more. If Kylene was able to focus properly, it would seem as if Larissa knew somehow that she couldn't fall asleep. Although it felt more like Larissa was just enjoying the torture she was placing on Kylene.

"It's..... It's getting late.... Perhaps we should find shelter soon..."

Kylene barely managed to speak, forcing the words out between heavy breath into her Kings ear. He can tell that she needed more from the tone in her voice, she wasn't exhausted just yet, overwhelmed perhaps, but all that did was force a need to feel her King take her.