The Little Theif ~ Closed ~

[katalynn]

The soft glow of the patterns, collar and the fresh nectar started to fade as Scynthrina came down from the high, feeling the loss of stimulation when he stood up. She strained against the binds, trying to pull herself up onto the bed, using her legs to find some kind of leverage. There was a tingling sensation in her hands from the death grip that held onto the rope, also from twisting her wrists attempting to find comfort.

Scynthrina did manage to get back on the bed, relieving her arms from the stretch; it wasn’t enough to not lose the tension too much. Her feet propped up on the edge of the bed, keeping her legs spread for him. She had her eyes closed, using the brief moment to relax and get feeling back into her limbs. It wasn’t until she felt Larissa climb on the bed that she opened them, gasping towards the tender kisses.

Larissa could tell The Eunuch wanted something more, at first she was hesitant on offering him a secret she knew about. The hesitation did not last long, she needed something more and he could not provide it, for any of them.

“Under the bed…. There is a chest…. I’m sure you will find use for what is inside of it.”

She grinned at the Eunuch, for he will find an assortment of toys inside. All of which were different sizes and shapes, some made of the finest wood, others of gold and silver. A few of the plugs were jeweled as well, there were obviously other items to play with, gags, clamps, dainty chains for decorations. They were things that Larissa had given to the King over the years, items that he used on her from time to time.

Larissa may not like him or this situation all that much; unsure of how to comprehend what was happening. Although, seeing her Queen helpless like this, how could she not take advantage of the situation? It wasn’t like it was stressful, or even a fight to escape and it finally dawned on her that this little thief, her Queen, enjoys being restrained. She smiled while making the mental note; perhaps she’ll keep it her secret to advantage of in the future, or let her King know this tidbit of information, and naturally leaving The Eunuch out of it. There were no reasons to get anyone in trouble if it is obviously made in some twisted consent.

“Kiss me…”

It was a whispered command, one that broke the silence and Larissa leaned in to comply, kissing Scynthrina deeply and just as passionately as she did in her room. During the kiss, fingers trailed down the writhing body, teasing and taunting till they reached quivering legs. Guiding them till they were dangling off the bed once more, forcing her Queen back into the stretch. None to soon, those fingers found soaking wet nether lips, taunting a needy little nub. Scynthrina squirmed, whimpering and melting into the attention.

 

[Anthropologist]

The Eunuch was a little startled. Sure, he knew about the chest, but he was surprised the Little Thief did, unless she had been exercising her curiosity even more. He thought she would have learned her lesson by now.

He knew of it intimately in fact, as it was he who had collected and assembled most of it's contents. The sex life of a King can become, shall we say, a little boring, and, contrarily, a little stressful. Night after night he has the choice of the prettiest, and sometimes not so pretty but sluttiest, girls of the kingdom, and he always chose several, whether he was in the mood or not, after all, he had a reputation to uphold. Sometimes then, it was a little difficult to perform and he had to rely upon "additional" stimulants for the girls, to ensure that they went away satisfied and would boast of his prowess.

It was Lorec, returning from tax collection foray, who bought the first piece back. Allegedly a mummified giant Lion's member, it was a barbed phallus that, on closer inspection, was carved from onyx, but beautifully so. It appears some collector outside the wall had proffered it in lieu of the taxes he was owing. The King expressed some delight in the erotic carving and put it to use that very evening, apparently with spectacular results. Over the ensuing years, whenever rumours of an interesting carving or device came to his attention, he would dispatch the Eunuch to seek it out, and the results of that little treasure hunt lay within the chest.

He bent to one knee and reached under the bed, dragging the chest out and flipping the heavy wooden lid open. He rubbed his chin as he surveyed the contents, then grinned as he saw the perfect piece. It was a two headed eel, about three feet long and made by braiding very thin strips of very soft goat leather together until the overall thickness was about an inch and a half. At each end, the eel had a head, more bulbous than the body and with a raised "horn" above the painted eyes.

He took the eel and returned to his feet, and the sight of the two women entwined, the almost bare cunt of the Thief rubbing against the thick dark pubes of the whore. He grasped the eel with both hands, one behind each head, and advanced. He pushed a head into the cunt of each girl, and started to press them inside.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina drifted towards the attention Larissa was giving her, melting to the tender kiss and whimpering as a soft hand massaged between her legs. The heat rushed to her face when realizing for the first time that she truly enjoyed this, that it was something that not only did she want, but needed. To be overpowered. This did not mean that she would give herself freely to just anyone, this trust only went so far and it was taking everything she had to give such trust. Even if she truly did not comprehend it fully, it was a start none the less; perhaps even more will come from this in time.

Scynthrina gasped as the pleasure between her legs rushed through her, mounting quickly towards a fresh wave. In these few moments, she had forgotten that the Eunuch was even there, it was just Larissa teasing her flesh, biting and sucking at her taunt little nipples. It did not take Larissa long to bring out her Queen’s orgasm, kissing on the sweaty flesh beneath her just before climbing on top of Scynthrina.

Larissa took her cum covered fingers and slipped between her lips just as she leaned in for a kiss, providing them both a taste of Scynthrina’s exquisite juice. With the distraction of their kiss, Larissa pried open the legs beneath her, with her own legs, forcing them to spread wide, locking them in place. To Scynthrina all of this felt like an eternity, in reality, it was mere minutes, a never ending set of minutes.

All this attention made her crave for more, unable to get enough and the energy was just flowing from her, the powerful scent feeding the air around her. It was when she felt something foreign enter between her legs, pushing in deeply filling her with more pleasure. For a split second it scared her, unsure how to take what was happening, unexpected objects in place of her Kings manhood brought some concern.

It did not last, it seemed as if it was moving in time with Larissa’s movements, hearing the moans from her just made everything else fade. Scynthrina closed her eyes, just allowing herself to feel the women on top of her, their silky flesh rubbing against one another, breasts and nipples smashing together as they both moved almost as if they were one.

Scynthrina wanted to wrap her legs around Larissa, fighting against the hold Larissa had on her, forcing her to whimper slightly with frustration and yet with even greater pleasure. She could feel her own juices staining the bed sheets underneath, the cool, soaking wetness against heated skin, this just caused more liquid to flow, clenching tightly at the object being pushed into her.

 

[Anthropologist]

Although the Eunuch found himself something of a practitioner tending to the writhing females, he started to feel an energy surging through him, coupled with a strange sensation, as if his whole body was an itch he couldn't scratch. And there was more, there was........something so alien to him he struggled to recognise it......there was an emotional connection to the two women before him. He CARED that they should be satisfied, he wanted them to be grateful to him.

For Larissa, the mounting crescendo of sensations was also new. Sure, she had orgasmed many times and she knew what to expect, could feel the waves building, bigger and bigger, but they just kept building. She remembered earlier today, as she watched the Eunuch make the girl cum, she had experienced such a powerful orgasm herself that it had caused her to lose control of her muscles and drop to the floor. But now, now with her lips and teeth on the girl's nipples, with the Eunuch invading her cunt with the two headed eel, she had gone beyond even that point. It seemed now, that it could build no further, if it did, she may simply die of the pleasure of it, her body would simply vibrate itself to destruction.

The scene became a tangled mess of writhing bodies, and the noise, the girls moaning, the squelch of wet flesh against wet flesh, and the Eunuch's demands that they come, became a cacophony of erotic sounds. If anyone was listening, they may have been concerned for the health of those within the chambers, but nobody was. Certainly, the guards were within earshot, but they had concerns of their own, as the savagely tore the bodices of the maid's dresses and pushed their naked forms against the wall. The baker's lass no longer satisfied with the old baker, was sandwiched between two bemused stable boys........i fact, throughout the castle walls and the village beyond, men returned from their labours to find wives more interested in the contents of their breeches than getting a meal on the table, and widows scoured the streets for unattached men. In 9 months time, the Kingdom would welcome a bumper crop of new citizens.

The Eunuch knew the pinnacle approached, though he didn't know why. His hands moved mechanically as his whole mind concentrated on remembering what he was feeling. The collar glowed white, the women screamed, and something akin to lightning rose through him. A hundred miles away, the king shuddered, paused in his journey and looked back at his kingdom, then moved on, feeling strangely comfortable.

Somehow, in the moments that followed, the Eunuch found breath, and thought, and wherewithal to put them together. "Lorec........he'll be back in 15 minutes, we must go to him"

 

[katalynn]

In the depths of her mind, she was no longer here with them. It was her King that stood in her thoughts, the image of him smiling down on her, making love like he had done the other night. It was not Larissa, nor The Eunuch that she felt or heard; it became the King. For the first time in her life, she felt free in those few wonderful moments. The collar was practically pounding and heated against her skin, feeding into the movements of their bodies, pounding its way into her very core till she submitted to the pleasure, slipping deeper into the flow of an orgasm.

There was explosion inside the body and mind, more intense than she has experienced since being here. It made her whole body tense and strain for release from the binds, seeking to escape from underneath the body that trapped her. A piercing scream escaped as pure pleasure rushed through her; every nerve went racing faster and faster through tingling flesh. The strain in her arms caused her hands to turn color, twisting her wrist so much that circulation was cut off.

Scynthrina was expelling far more energy than normal and she knew it had something to do with the collar, felt its power ripping the energy from her and spreading throughout the kingdom. It was making her weak as others around her benefits from its source. She has never felt this kind of weakness before, never felt so many humans feeding from her at once, never felt herself being stretched so thin.

Unknown to them, she was feeding the entire kingdom when normally it is just a few people in confined room. She has never been allowed to fall so deep in pleasure and it has always been controlled until now. Humans feed off her and the more people that feed, the more physically and mentally stressful it becomes, and if not controlled, it could easily drain the life from her. Just as it did with the rest of her kind, something the humans did not understand. In this case however, the collar intensified those energies, forcing her to tap into unused energy and that increased the flow that drains her.

Shortly after this last orgasm ran its course, it quickly showed physically just how taxing this was, the glowing patterns faded to black instantly as did her mind. Scynthrina was barely breathing and her body lay limp from over exertion, she was so weak that she did not feel Larissa moving on top of her, nor heard the words slip from The Eunuch.

To the naked eye it almost appeared as if she was dead, and if it wasn’t for the weak heart beat and shallow breath, one would think just that.

 

[Anthropologist]

The Eunuch slapped Larissa on her plentiful and shapely bum. "Come whore, we must get this girl to the cell, for Lorec's sake. He can't roam the castle all night as a........" and then he remembered that she was not privy to his secret. "Just get her up and some clothes on her, I need her now and I need her walking"

Larissa slid off the bed, the smell of their recent frolicking still in her nostrils and fetched a jug from the washstand. She dipped her fingers into the cool water, alternatively flicking it on the girl's face and stroking her cheeks and lips. It took minutes, but Scrynthina finally stirred, and it took minutes more to get her to stand. Dressing her was an ordeal, but finally the thin rope dress hung on her shoulders, in a fashion.

"Wait here" commanded the Eunuch " do not follow us under pain of death. I will return your precious little thief in half an hour, and then you can tend to her and ready her for sleep" He places his arm around Scrynthina's shoulders and leads her from the chambers. Larissa moves as if to follow, despite the Eunuch's warning, but as she gets to the door the shadow is in her path and she hears his voice, but doesn't hear anything, there are no sounds, but his words are in her mind"Leave them, no harm will come to her and she will hear something of importance"

It's a struggle, but they reach the cell, shambling and scuffing along, Scrynthina utters not a sound, it's all she can do to breathe and keep pace with him. When they get there, Lorec is there already, pacing the cell and snarling. As the Eunuch sits her on the bed, he leaps onto her and grasps the collar, transforming quickly with groans and hissing of breath. As the fur shrinks inside him and the man's skin is revealed, so too are bruises and welts over his ribs and belly. Scrynthina, seemingly taking notice for the first time, gasps at the sight of him.

He laughs "The price of being a stray in a hungry town" he says, a sneer in his voice as if she had never known hardship. He starts to dress and also starts to tell the Eunuch of his time in the town. The Eunuch would prefer to wait until they were alone, but he is excited and wants to share immediately, regardless of the company.

"I spent several hours yesterday roaming the castle, inside the walls. Nothing much has changed, although the Kings popularity wanes, but nothing we can't handle. Then I went to the village outside the walls. The inns there are full, many travellers, and most of them outworlders. There's Worfs, Elves and those idiot Andrers and some I could not place. I sat under tables trying to listen to conversations, but all I got was that they are waiting, that the time is near. I travelled further. the roads are busy, with folk and outworlders all heading this way"

He pauses and gulps water from a jug, wipes his mouth and continues "there, in the garden at the inn, were several very suspicious characters. I swear they were shifters, they had that beast look in their eyes. One says that she has been born, the other tells him not to be stupid, she was born 200 years ago. Well then, he replies, she's been awakened and the other laughs she's not been asleep, she's just been........not her" Lorec pauses again, takes a step towards the Eunuch and then turns towards Scrynthina.

"Who the fuck are they waiting for"

"Say no more" says the Eunuch, until the King returns" Now that Lorec is dressed, they help her to her feet, and between them, start walking her down the passage. "And another thing " says Lorec "when I came back through the village tonight, every able bodied am and woman were copulating. On lawns, in inns, on tables and chairs and in window boxes. i have never seen such a sight, they were like animals, what is it with these peasants"

 

[katalynn]

Even the shadow that has been following them around could do nothing to help without risking exposure, reluctantly leaving Larissa knowing just how she felt, not wishing to leave her side, but he wanted to keep close to Scynthrina.

He heard the words spoken in the cell, they had no idea it was her they were talking about. It was difficult to believe that these two morons haven’t connected the pieces yet, it is still early in the game though, he was sure the one they call Eunuch would figure it out soon enough….. If he doesn’t kill her first with his own greed to understand her physically. He did try to give some respect to the Eunuch, considering his Queen put some trust in the man, that respect faded blaming the fool for the current state she is in. And is only making it worse by dragging her around and humiliating her in public. This is not how the people should see their future Queen. He knew the reason for it, doesn't mean he had to like it. Lorec, well, he simply didn’t like the mutt to begin with, very little trust was felt towards the mutt, his Queen didn't trust him and that gave reason in itself.

Scynthrina barely felt herself being handled and she followed him down through the passage ways it seemed as if it was all a dream. There was a brief moment of reality, a moment when the faces in the dream changed and causing some alarm when the face was Lorec, naked on top of her. She wanted to fight, to scream, having no comprehension of no harm intended, just the simple knowledge that he is there in all his glory. There was no response from her own body or mouth, simply too weak and confused to even react to whatever Lorec was doing.

There was a laugh and something about being a stray, indicating she must of made some noise. Whatever it was, it really meant nothing to her right now. She closed her eyes, retreating back to the darkness, unable to stay awake, unable to really feel her own body. All she wanted to do was accept this darkness. Then words suddenly filled the room and she barely registered any of them, a few here and there did stick. Uncertain if the words were real or just a dream playing tricks.

Scynthrina was not looking so well, the vibrant color of her skin and eyes has drained; the markings remained black showing no sign of life. Soon she felt her body being handled once more, doing her best to walk with them, however the walk here killed what energy was spared and her feet were dragging rather than walking. There were some attempts to form words, wanting them to slow down, to let her sleep, anything but move, to make the world stop spinning. Yet, nothing ever came from her lips, just the shallow breathing which started to hurt now.

Each step was agonizing, each muscle that was forced to move became sheer pain, and there was little she could do about it, feeling like a puppet on strings. Nothing more than a whisper and even then, she doesn’t even know if it was actually spoken or not.

“Please…..”

Struggling, seeking to form other words, begging for this torture to stop, nothing more came free. They were not even out of the passage when she suddenly became dead weight in their arms, submitting to the darkness. The trip was far too much to handle, being forced to expel energy that isn't there. Though she did the best she could to stay with them, it simply became impossible. It wasn’t till the shadow watched her collapse in their arms that his concern of exposure disappeared.

Seregruthon became angry at this helpless feeling; this is his queen. In his eyes they were practically killing her by not letting her rest. They got what they needed from her; she was of not further use to them and also, he wanted to spare her from more humiliation of being dragged around like a rag doll.

With that, he took the risk to become physical, a solid shadowed figure, and rushed to her. There was a dark energy that pushed Lorec and The Eunuch to the side catching her just before she fell to the ground. The shadow surrounded her and lifted her up easily then disappeared with her. Letting Larissa know where he takes her. It did take a massive amount of effort to do what he did, it was a risk and energy well spent.

Seregruthon could have easily taken her far from this place, take her to the safety of those who are loyal to her, who has been waiting for nearly 200 years for her. Instead, he simply took her back to her chambers, laying her gently on the bed. It was not his intention to take her from the King. The King needed her as much as she needed him. If only these two fools would stop getting in the way.

It was then he knew what he needed to do, or at least he hoped it works. And he took off at the sight of Larissa entering the room, left in search of the King, leaving before the fools figured what just happened. When he found the King, using the same energy that was used on Larissa, he filled the King with all her memories. These were flashes of her life as a child, life with the mage, proving to him that she needed his guidance and direction.

This was something he did not want to intervene with; however after what he just witnessed, he was desperate to make the King understand just how vulnerable she truly is right now. He knew the King had to of learned a great deal about her people, but he needed to see for himself the truth about her personally, and how little she truly knew. Uncertain if this will accomplish anything, but maybe it'll give the King some perspective into her life.

 

[Anthropologist]

He was nearing home, nearing the pack and he felt his spirits lift with each step. It had been so long. Here in the mountains, the air was chillier, dryer, the ground firmer and the grass sparser. There were rabbits to hunt and crystal clear streams to drink from, and all around him the scent of beast. true, the scent of other packs, but his own grew closer every hour. He knew the others watched, they would let him pass, as long as he kept moving, but if he stopped, tried to scent their territory they would be on him like a .........well, like a pack of wolves.

It had been a long time, 40 years since the old king took him to the castle, him sitting on the old kings lap, apparently a boy of six years of age, but in reality already older than the old king himself. Those transformations had been painful indeed. It was difficult enough to turn a beast into a man, let alone a boy. Nobody in the castle seemed to question that he had the body of a man 6 short years after he arrived, they just assumed it was his royal lineage, the genetic material that he had inherited from his supposed father, the old king. They were easily convinced that he was his bastard son, rescued from some peasant village to take his place in the castle, by a king who would sire no other heir.

It wasn't rue, his real father was Kagan, the biggest and mightiest in the pack, in any pack, who still roamed these mountains, still hunted smaller beasts and still sired pups. It was Kagan who's counsel he now sought. The old King knew what was coming, the final battle was not, in his mind, final at all, and there would come a day when the evil forces would surface again. Folk and beast could not, he said, be distracted by warring with each other while there were greater forces to battle. He convinced Kagan that the only way was to unite the folk and beast worlds with a common king, even though that union must be kept secret until the time was right. He worried that the time might be approaching.

A movement caught his eye and he turned, spying a rabbit, fat and juicy from the spring grasses, sniffing around a blackberry bush. He pounced and snapped it's neck with one savage bite, then settled on a flat sun warmed rock to devour his prey. He was just finishing, licking the blood from his paws, when he felt a sudden chill, and then a sensation as if someone had wrapped a cloak around him, a cold cloak that encased his entire being.

Without his bidding, thoughts of her entered his mind, images of her as a slave, f her taking the collar, of her in a brothel, restrained, watching. then more, her in a different land, a land of lush pastures and huge forests, of bubbling brooks and laughing children. Se was one of them, surrounded by happy people, other children. He saw her father, and knew him to be one of the old gods, the long dead gods. He knew, in an instant, that she was a noble, and he was her protector.

The image shifted, a jumble of faces and swirling mists and ......things......there was her, Kagan, the old king, and around them swirled the collar, the Dirmente dagger and something else, something he had not seen before but he had a feeling that he knew it...a small, gold, gem encrusted orb.........he should be confused, should have been worried that he was falling ill or had been poisoned, but he wasn't. He was, in fact, in a moment of pure clarity, a moment when the way ahead was so obvious. The one thing all of these had in common, apart from the orb, and he knew that would come to him, was him........i was up to him to bring the worlds of beasts, folk and gods together.

The cloak seemed to be lifted, the air became warmer and the images left him. He stood, slowly, facing North towards the pack. He sighed, it had been so long, so very long since he had been with the pack. He shook his head, turned and started loping back towards the castle.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina slept in a coma like state for hours, by the time she did wake, it was nearing sundown. It was odd to find herself alone in her chambers, still finding it strange to wake up in the comfort of a bed and silk bedding. Something woke her though; it was extremely loud in the room, voices in the walls it seemed. Some of those voices belonged to Lorec, The Eunuch and Larissa and it appeared they were in the Kings chamber talking or arguing about something she couldn’t quite make out, just too many voices all once.

There were more voices, inhuman voices that literally came from the walls and it felt like they were eyes watching her. It became so overwhelming that she felt like screaming for them to go away, however, doing that would only alert the guards and the other three, for now that would just add to the stress she was going through. No, she wanted to be alone right now and there was only one place that would allow that. Or at least she hoped these voices wouldn’t follow her.

Lying on a chair was a different type of slave dress, although this one was more elegant than the typical one she has been wearing, it was a tighter fit and made of fine silk. This is what she put on after refreshing herself a little, and then slipped out the door, freezing a little when noticing the guards. She put her finger to her lips indicating for them to be quiet; however, she allowed one to follow her to at least the entrance of the passage. Once there, she told him to go back and say he saw nothing.

Just as she hoped, it was quiet in the passage way and even more quiet as she worked her way to the cell. For the first time since being here, she actually found this cell to be…. Peaceful. She found the Kings shirt that was folded and ready for his return, taking in its scent while curling up on the bed and hugging the shirt close, falling into sleep once more. Even though she was looking vibrant again, her energy still wasn’t the best.

Her dreams were no help either, once again they were jumbled and so confusing that she tossed and turned for quite some time. The words she heard from Lorec earlier crept in as well, seeing everyone waiting for her, protecting her as she is the last one. Visualizing the whole kingdom wrapped in pure, uncontrolled lust, draining her with each passing second and some were in the room laughing at her misery; fighting to feed from her like the Eunuch did the night before. These dreams woke her time and time again till she fully succumbs into deep sleep, finding some kind of peaceful dreams to focus on.

 

[Anthropologist]

He had a problem. He had told the Eunuch and Scrynthina that he would be gone three days and now he was returning barely 48 hours later. They wouldn't be there to greet him and he needed her to transition back to his human form. He would just have to go to the cell and try somehow to get word to her, or risk sneaking through the passages to find her and hope a spear happy guard didn't come across him.

He arrived back at the castle in the late afternoon, and had little choice but to remain behind the tree line and wait for evening. He curled up behind a fallen tre and tried to sleep, but it was pointless, his mind tormented from both within and without. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and relived that moment when he found her not far from this very spot, wearing the collar. He recalled his very mixed emotions at that time and was horrified that he came so close to killing her. He was also tormented by something else, a feeling that pervaded him that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the castle. He sensed trouble brewing, he sensed conspiracy and hate, but he also sensed loyalty and heroism, and curiously, he sensed a lasciviousness he would not have expected from his conservative subjects. Something had happened in his absence, and he was keen to be back on his throne in view of his people.

Finally, darkness came like a falling curtain as the sun dipped beneath the mountains and he made the last leg of his journey to the hidden door. He rushed through the well known passage but as he approached the cell he sensed a presence and slowed, sliding noiselessly up to the half open door and peeking inside. HI heart leapt as he saw it was her, sleeping on the bed, clutching his shirt, and not only because it meant he could transform, but also, that she was alive and well.

He walked to the bed and nuzzled her cheek "I see you have graduated from the floor to the bed Little Thief" he said quietly, and she stirred and looked into her eyes and smiled.

"I've missed you" he said as he pushed his forepaws up onto the bed and reached for the collar. She reacted quickly, blocking his paws with her hands "please" she said imploringly, her eyes bright with threatening tears "Please master, I need to........I need to lie with the beast"

He didn't question her, but pulled his hind legs onto the bed and lay alongside her. As she pulled the dress aside, he could see that her markings had faded, and it struck him that she seemed weak, as if ill. His heart swelled as he realized his actions had damaged her and he pressed his body against her as much as he could. She reached for him and he grew from his sheath at her touch. She guided him to her and as he entered, he shuddered with the erotic pleasure of it. He begun to gently hump her, sliding deeper into her with each push, and a remarkable thing started to happen.

With each thrust, she moved a little more urgently, made a little more noise. With each thrust, her markings grew bolder, her skin regained a little colour. With each thrust, the collar glowed brighter.

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina fell into the dreams of her King almost like she was looking back down memory lane. It felt like it has been months instead of only days since they have met, since he has brought her here. Looking back at everything, she has never truly been afraid of him, even in the moment when he wanted to take her life, she somehow knew then that she belonged to him and was not truly fearful. Nothing about him or what he has done caused her to seriously fear him.

Then the thoughts of Eunuch crawled in like they always do, however, these provided different emotions. It brought out that gut wrenching betrayal to her King, she allowed him to have her and no matter what the others say about it, she knew deep down in that wrenching gut, it would be impossible for her to lie about it. Especially now that it almost took her life, at no ones fault but her own for allowing such things to happen in the first place. Yet, how was she to know that it would go so far?

A fresh, but familiar scent filled the room, shifting the dreams around once more catching a glimpses just before waking up, of how to use his beast for healing. Using the regenerative energy and absorbing the seed from the beast to restore what she had lost. They were only fleeting images, adding to the increasing amount of confusion. It was then she opened her eyes, greeting her King and giving him a weak smile. Soon that betrayal fell heavy on her shoulders now that she faces him again.

It wasn’t until he entered into her depths that the tears broke; it was as if each thrust cut into the betrayal. Each thrust took a stab at the emotions like it was seeking for truth of a hidden lie. She gripped tightly at the fur of his chest, burying her face into the thick fur. She didn’t know how much longer she could last, denying herself from having an orgasm, in a way of punishing herself.

“I….. I don’t deserve to cum… Master…. Please…. I…. I betrayed you….. I… I…can’t lie to you Master.”

She was already close but fought against it, it felt so wonderful to have him filling and stretching her and the movement, his thick fur rubbing against her clit, forcing her to reach that limit almost instantly, gripping tightly onto the thickness that penetrated her core as she struggled to hold it back.

“I… I gave him…. what he wanted….. I can’t fight him…. So I …. Submitted… I allowed him…. And… I…something happened….. that almost…. took my life.... I betrayed your trust Master…..”

There was a mixture of emotions between the guilty whimpers and moans of pleasure, she didn’t know what direction to go in. It wasn’t really her place to punish herself or deny herself of such pleasure, that choice belonged her Master only. Sadly, the guilt of what she thought of as betrayal lead her to believe she needed punishment. The turmoil of it all was also mixed with refreshing energy and strength, urging her to keep moving and to provide him with pleasure, to make him cum deep within no matter how long it takes him.

She can also tell for the first time that this cell somehow traps her energy, keeping it in the confines to this small area; it doesn’t feel like the outside world is feeding off her like it did last night. This allowed her to regain more of the lost energy.

“I…. I will never betray you again Master…. My King…”

Her words were strained while kept herself from releasing, although she did stop crying and let the pleasure take hold, moaning deeply and breathing just as deeply to keep control of a losing battle with her body’s natural need for release.

 

[Anthropologist]

The explosion, when it came, was as much a epiphany as every other time he had been with her and he wondered if he would ever tire of it's tumultuous waves of impossible pleasure and frightening loss of control. She writhed against him, her legs and arms trapping him to her as much as his knot trapped her to him. He could feel her deliberately rubbing her pert breasts against his chest, the coarse hair stimulating her to the point where he could feel the little nubbins firm and press into him. There was something else different about her this time, something that made life a little easier for him and also bought a smile to his lips, she was extremely wet, gushingly so, and he wondered whether she might not dehydrate.

After the storm there came the calm. Her breathing slowed. her eyes closed. He could not tell whether she slept or simply wanted to shut out visual sensation but the effect was the same. He felt the sweat cooling on her body as his member began to shrink inside her. He steeled himself and gripped the collar, biting down on the pain of transformation lest he disturb her. It seemed to take longer than usual, and caused him more pain, but he assumed it was because he had spent several days in wolf's clothing, so to speak, rather than the usual few hours.

He eased her back on the bed and pushed the cell door closed. There was no way of locking it from the inside so he pushed the stool against the latch. He picked up the blanket and, as he slid onto the bed beside her, he pulled it over both of them. She wrapped her arms around him and smiled, and he fell asleep with little wisps of her warm breath ruffling his hair. They weren't expecting him until tomorrow, so he would use the time to be with her.

Out in the passageway, the shadow filled the space between the cold stone and exuded a feeling of foreboding that no man could ignore.

..........

The Eunuch was angry, and Larissa was scared. She had waited for the girl to return and eventually had fallen asleep, naked, in her bed. Only a few moments ago he had shaken her awake, shouting and demanding to know where she was. Larissa looked around wildly, and then, remembering her penchant for sleeping on the floor, leaned over the side of the bed to check underneath. At that moment, a guard entered, halting in his tracks to observe her generous ass and inviting cunt lips.

"She's not in the cell" stammered the guard, his hesitant speech due partly from the sight of Larissa's jewels and partly from guilt. He ha, in fact, not checked the cell, having broke into a cold sweat some 30 feet from the door and unable to go closer. The Eunuch turned to him and waved his hand in dismissal, then slapped the whore hard on her still presented ass. She yelled an ouch and scrambled back on the bed. As she did so, the Eunuch, showing surprising strength for a man his age, wrapped his left hand around her throat and pinned her to the mattress. He raised his right hand and pushed a sharpened nail into her left breast, just below the nipple, until a drop of blood appeared.

"You know where the fucking thief is, I can tell, and if you don't tell me, I will slice this nipple from you, and the other one, and what use is a whore with no nipples"

 

[katalynn]

Scynthrina couldn’t hold back any longer, especially having him release into her and feeling the extra pleasures his knot brought, it was too much to deny herself of such a release. The roughness of his fur reminded her their first night, when she rode on his back adding to the heat she felt back then. It quickly became a sensation she enjoyed very much, almost as much as the claws.

It hasn’t even occurred to her yet that the King wasn’t meant to be here yet, not even wondering why he had returned so soon. The only thought present was the simple fact that he is here now and she is safe in his arms once again. Naturally she wanted more, keep him inside of her, never leaving his side again, but it wasn’t for her to decide such things. And the way he held onto her as he fell asleep, told her that he didn’t blame her for any action that happened in his absence.

She woke up first with a little shock as reality hit her hard in that moment. At first it all seemed like a dream, she knew it wasn’t but it felt like it was dream when it happened. Even now, it didn’t seem possible that he was here, expecting to wake up and find him still gone. Then another reality hit just as hard, making her heart sink to her gut, having no idea how long they had been sleeping, it felt like hours, yet knowing that no one knows where she is. She had snuck off and all the sudden fear of The Eunuch’s wrath kicked in, he wouldn’t be able to punish her in front the King, but she knew deep down that he will find a way.

Slowly reaching up with her free hand, gently swiping strands of hair from his face, not wishing to wake him but knew it was necessary, leaning in to kiss his cheeks, then softly on his lips, stroking through his hair. She greeted him with a smile when his eyes finally opened.

“Master….. I need to return…. They do not know I am here. He is more than likely very upset with me right now…. He might take it out on Larissa if he doesn’t take it out me first… I have been down here for a while now. Might already be too late, she doesn’t deserve to be punished.”

It was then she looked him in the eyes as other thoughts probed at her, questions that needed answering.

“Master…. I…. I need some direction from you. I try to be the slave that everyone sees and yet…. Sometimes…. It feels like you scold me for such actions. I’ve been confused lately…. I do not know how wish for me to act. Do you wish for me to be a slave, or ….. or someone who sits beside you? Or maybe both? I do not know what you wish from me.”

~~~~~~

The shadow that follows Scynthrina stayed with her, protecting her and the King from any possible invasions. However, he was still in touch with what was happening in the chambers, those other voices are from the shadows just as he is, and well, shadows tend to talk a lot. They were concerned for this girl that The Eunuch was now taking his anger out on; they knew she knows nothing of where their Queen had went.

Soon bickering among the shadows grew loud, course no one in the room can hear them except for Larissa, although right now she was scared and her attentions were fully on The Eunuch. Seregruthon took control and told the others to protect the girl, he wished to remain here in the tunnels till The King and Scynthrina were ready to leave. It was a risk that the shadows were willing to take, eventually they would be known anyway and in their eyes this girl technically belongs to Scynthrina. That was good enough for them.

The same energy that pushed Lorec and The Eunuch earlier ripped him from Larissa. It was with more force than earlier, more shadows were involved and they surrounded Larissa in a protective mist. They were not allowing him to get near her.

"The Thief is safe....."

One of the shadows spoke in a growling voice, it did not wish to call her a thief, but it knew better with it's time here watching and listening.

 

[Anthropologist]

He shushed her and held her a little tighter to stop her from leaving him at that moment. "Little thief" he said gently, and she smiled at the way he continued to use the insult as his pet name for her "you cannot call me master and then tell me that you must leave in the one breath. I am either your master, or your lover, and either way, I forbid you to leave. They will miss you, no doubt they are turning the place upside down and questioning the guards on the gates. Let them worry for a few moment, let them stew in their own plots and conspiracies, for I know your secret, and you are staying right here."

He left the last phrase hanging there, while he nuzzled her hair and kissed her gently. He felt her stiffen when he said he knew her secret , and he knew, and it amused him, that she was probably wondering what secret. The way in which the shadows had revealed er life to him, made him fairly certain that she didn't know exactly who she was or what she was capable of, and, indeed, what her destiny was.

She pulled her head away from his shoulder in order to make eye contact with him and he gave her a little grin. She opened her mouth to speak and he quickly sealed her lips with his, stifling whatever it was she was about to say. As he pulled his lips away from her, he slid his finger against her lips, and she knew not to speak.

"The truth, my little thief, the truth.............Scrynthina......Lady of the Nymphs, Princess of Lʼeyneidí........is that you and I are slaves to each other and together, slaves to the future of all the kingdoms. The desire to give you my seed makes me a slave to you, the fact that you are a thief in my kingdom makes you a slave to me, and the possibility that together, with the help of the gods, we will unite all the kingdoms of man and beast, well, that makes us both slaves to destiny"

He pauses again, allowing her time to digest what he has said. He rolls away from her and pours two mugs of mead, passing her one. "We both have parts to play, and like actors who play their parts, we must employ some artifice and manipulation to see the story through" He drinks, then looks at her again, brushing hair from her face "There are those amongst us, both man and beast, who would resist the inevitable, and they will cause pain and death to many if they were able. There are secrets to be kept Scrynthina, until the time is right. When that time arrives, you shall be my queen and I shall be your King, but in the meantime, like those actors, there are roles to play. You must continue to be the little thief, albeit one who shares my bed.........." he smiles and lays a hand on her shoulder "........I hereby grant you amnesty from your crimes, you are no longer the King's slave for being a thief, you are now, Scryn.........no, you cannot be Scrynthina, you must choose a name for yourself.........you are now the King's favoured whore......................

 

[katalynn]

She was speechless as she listened carefully, she had to laugh to herself when he held her tighter, keeping her here. For as much as she needed to return, the reality of it was the simple fact that there was no rush. She came in here for some peace and to get away from everyone, recuperating. Now that her King has returned, the rush became even less of a concern. The fear still in the forefront though, for only knowing The Eunuch a short time; she knew he has the control and a slight temper. A temper she rather not deal with. And then there was Larissa, left alone to face his wrath, it always came down to what her King desired, knowing he’ll deal with the actions of The Eunuch.

Those concerns however, disappeared when her King called her a princess, to be his queen, to rule and unite, no longer slave. It was quite a bit to digest, uncertain of where to even begin the process.

“I… I do not know what it takes to rule… People will not follow someone they perceive as a thief or a whore… I understand what you say. I just…It’s...”

All this new information overwhelmed any rational thought, unable to fully comprehend everything. She took a drink of the mead, though there was no real flavor to savor, every part of her went numb at the mere thought of being such things. It did in fact answer many questions, it also provoked new ones at the same time. She would be starting from scratch, it would be like teaching a child how to rule and be something they were not. The emotions were all jumbled, any particular one unable to escape from the restraint she placed on them.

“A new name? I…”

This proved to be something else she never put thought into though, after all, she’s never truly had a real name in 200 years, for as strange as it was to hear her name come from his lips, she enjoyed hearing it, knowing that at least one person out there knew it. Part of her felt that perhaps it was better to provide a new name, this was after all, a new life and anything the name Scynthrina related to no longer remained, there is no history to such a name.

“Kyllene…. I like Kyllene…”

She smiled and gave a little sigh, putting the mead off to the side along with all this new information, knowing what is expected now, saving the concerns for another day. Slowly pushed him till he was on his back and crawled on top, straddling on his thighs, leaning forward to kiss him before continuing speaking.

“ To change the subject. I have discovered something in the short time you were absent. I feel that it will please you, at least consider. I receive great pleasure while restrained, giving up all control. It is a feeling I crave for.”

She took his drink, setting it next hers and proceeded to take his wrist pretending to dominate him, pinning his hands above his head, lips were barely touching while she attempted to take control.

“I wish for you to provide that kind pleasure… No matter what I am, I still belong to you. My pleasures belong to you and no other.”

It was with that she kissed him deeply, knowing she’ll never be able to truly stop The Eunuch from stealing what he wants when time allowed it, for now, none of that mattered, this was their time to savor. It was just simply the two of them hidden from the world. Rest of the concerns seemed to disappear as she deepened the kiss, pinning his hands down.

~~~~

The shadows within the chamber, protecting Larissa waited till he calmed down, or at least appeared to have. It took much energy to keep the field around her, once they realized that their King and Queen are still…. Busy…. They took the risk of leaving her and hid within the walls once more; it would take some effort for them to intervene again if needed.

Larissa didn’t know where she was still, the shadows never said her whereabouts, just simply ‘she’s safe’, and whatever that meant. For now, she remained on the bed, still a shook up and looking over her nipple, she wanted to scream at him but knew better and held her tongue. Though, she did glare him, wondering what he plans to do now.

In reality, the shadows can only do so much to keep him at bay, especially if he was to control them. They were wild spirits, hard to maintain but like all manners of creatures, they can be subdued with the right knowledge, even if for a short time.

 

[Anthropologist]

He laughed into her kiss, so that she lifted her head and looked at him with some surprise. He smiled, but it was the smile of a mischievous boy and she realised he was in a playful mood. "so, my little thief, you shall play the whore and you like to be restrained. Hmmmm, I think we should forget about ruling the world and take you down to the village instead. With those desires, we will make a fortune"

He eyes flashed and she released his wrists in an attempt to slap him, picking up on his playfulness. He easily blocked her flailing hands and, in a flash, it was he who held her wrists, though she still sat astride him. He pulled her to him and rolled over on the small bed, the movement causing it to rock and he feared it might collapse. He now had her beneath him and he grasped both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. He leaned to the side of the bed and his free hand scrabbled on the floor for his clothes, finding his breeches, he un-threaded the woven hemp belt. Smiling, he looped it around her wrists and then around the rail of the bed head.

He noticed how her breathing quickened as she stared into her eyes, but then she dropped them for a moment, and when she looked back, they were large and fearful, lie a childs "Please sir" she said, in the voice of a little girl "please don't defile me. You're so strong and I'm so small, show mercy on a young virgin" The way she looked at him and the voice, stirred something primal in him. He pushed her knees apart and plunged hard and fast into her. She squealed, begging him to spare her, to be gentle with her, but the words he knew to be insincere just drove him harder, and he plunged deep into her with animal like thrusts.

The playfulness did not, however, detract from her power to pleasure him, and he thought it ironic that whilst she feigned submissiveness, she was actually more in control of him than ever before. His orgasm built as, he hoped, so did hers................


Larissa felt safe, the shadows shielding her and giving her some comfort as to the disposition of her queen. She had a problem though, she was as horny as fuck. She felt some frustration with the shadow, who no doubt thought that she was in danger, but, you didn't get to be a whore, and a good whore at that, for twenty years without learning to deal with the rough stuff. The Eunuch didn't scare her. Sure, he threatened to take a nipple, but she had found herself facing swords and knives before, and she had survived all of them, nipples intact and usually with a mouthful of cum.

True, the Eunch was not going to be won over with a headjob, but he had shown that he had needs, and watching her cum was one of them. She sighed, she was still fucking horny, and then she had a thought. The shadow protected her from attack, but would they protect her from invitation? She smiled "guard" she called loudly, and one of the two standing outside the door stuck his head in "Fetch lord Lorec for me, tell him I have something of importance to tell him"

 

[katalynn]

She went into little girl mode as he took control, failing at any attempt to escape the grasp he had on her wrists, twisting and straining to playfully break free. At first she truly didn’t know what to expect with this playful struggle, never being in a position that allowed for actual play, let alone pretend to be innocent. It did create an intense head space she’s never experienced. There have times where he has made her feel almost childlike, and somehow, this created the same emotions.

The play struggle ended when her wrists became restrained, instantly submitting to the vulnerability of it, yet she kept the innocent act as long as possible. Begging and pleading in hopeless attempts to keep her innocence. She did notice how much this innocent act drove him wild, noticing the raw lust in each thrust he claimed, driving deeper each time. Wrapping her legs tightly around him, meeting every thrust and slipping into the daze of no return, fighting to hold back just a little longer. Daring herself to test a reaction, something she’s heard the whores do from time to time. The mere thought of it practically made her cum right then and there, straining against the rope in need to wrap her arms around him.

“Your little thief needs to cum for…. You daddy… Please allow this little girl cum for you daddy… ”

She had no idea how he’d react to such words, asking for permission, but for her, it increased the need for release, tightening and gripping all around him, straining to hold back till given permission to cum. She wanted to give him complete control over her orgasms, having been around whores all her life, she’s picked up a few things and can only hope it’ll please her King. Begging for permission never seems to fail when it comes to men in control, and calling a select few daddy always appeared to drive them wild with lust.

~~~~

Like most women, this Larissa changed vibes within seconds. Going from being frantic straight to being aroused, the shadows didn’t know what to make of this, they do not share human emotions and yet they almost second guessed their actions on protecting the woman. It was human nature to constantly change energies around them, such confusing creatures

The other shadows lost interest from the change in attitude, knowing she’ll be fine now, and went back to their own little places within the walls, save for one. This one was a bit of a trickster, the type that likes to move things around and make the humans look for that something they ‘lost’. He could tell that there is some fun to be had with this woman though, finding rare occasions to play with humans in such ways.

Without being seen or heard, the shadow slipped under the blanket she was sitting on and began to very lightly tease between her thighs. Not enough to get her off, in fact, it wasn’t enough to be considered a real touch, more like very light breeze kissing at the wet labia. It was just barely enough to make her constantly squirm while she waited for Lorec.

 

[Anthropologist]

It took a few seconds for her words to sink in, and when they did, he actually paused his rutting for a moment while the ramifications of what she had said whirled around his mind. He was already at a point where he could not possibly be more aroused, but as the epithet sank in, he did indeed pass that point. He shoved himself harder into her and gave her what she so obviously needed.

"Cum baby, cum hard for your daddy" and as he uttered the words, he himself passed beyond the precipice and slipped down the slope of orgasm. As always with her, he didn't know how he could possibly survive the avalanche of pleasure she bought to him, but he did, swimming through the fog of loss of control.

He was conscious of her entwined around him, of her heels pressing into the small of her back, her hands still pinned above her head, her breasts heaving beneath him. He slowly came back to her, his breathing approaching something of normality, and as it did, his mind went back to what she had said.

He didn't know how daddy's felt, he wasn't a daddy after all, though he hoped to change that with her assistance, and, in any case, he didn't think she meant daddy in that respect, but rather as a symbol of her total submission to him.

He grinned, to himself, he was doing his best, he had just fucked her in the most dominant way he could think of, hands pinned, with no regard for her comfort.......could it be she wanted more. He thought about what little girls need from their daddies.......love, protection, guidance, discipline..........and in a moment of revelation, he knew what she needed from him.

..........

Larissa was not a stupid woman. She was much closer to working out who the little thief was than either the Eunuch or Lorec, and she had a fair idea of who the shadows were. She wasn't scared of the shadows, she knew they protected the girl, and they knew she was an ally, and when she thought about it, they had only provided pleasure and protection to her. So when one of them started playing with her, she relaxed and allowed the sensation to build her arousal.

A shadow was, however, no substitute for a good solid cock, and on cue, Lorec entered the room, seeing her awaiting him, naked, legs spread. She smiled, she had wanted a good solid cock, but she would make do with solid, as she watched him strip and climb on the bed. As he entered her, the shadow found a new place to play, and despite Lorec's discomfort at having his most private of places invaded, his cock did grow another half inch.

 

[katalynn]

She has never felt such energy filling her with power, normally it’s a draining that takes place and yet here, with no one to feed off her, there is no drain. When he gave permission, she came harder than she has since being here, even more so than what Larissa and Eunuch released from her. The emotions he provided in this very moment were different than before and she felt it all, feeding off the power he had over her. For the first time, she is truly happy, thriving on the passion and desire he provided.

Kyllene couldn’t enough, never wanting to let go of this energy she felt, rode through the waves of pleasure, cries filled the little room. The motion of her hips didn’t cease, straining against the rope to keep her body moving, letting her motions beg for more. It was maddening to be so vulnerable, finally to feel her King without the confusion, no longer lost. The simple command still rang deep in her ears, the tone that was used melted any fears and concerns she had.

At first the word ‘daddy’ hadn’t meant much to her, it was just something to feed into the act of being innocent. It changed hearing it come from him, hearing him call her ‘baby’ also triggered new emotions. She’s never really known her real father, let alone has anyone play the part of such a role. There were some deep rooted emotions that he provided, allowing herself to dive in that direction.

Eventually her movements slowed, never stopping completely, just slowed to a softer motion and her legs remained fixed around him, keeping him trapped in place. Though, of course she knew he could easily remove them if he chose to. Finally opening her eyes to look into his, passion filled hers mixed with conflicting emotions.

“You… you would allow me to call you daddy? It would be behind doors of course. But… you wouldn’t mind? I would like to be your baby girl. It's better than little thief.”

She smiled with that, leaned up in an attempt to kiss him, however the rope limited her reach towards him.

*****

The shadow was having fun with both Lorec and Larissa, though it partly wondered why she chose Lorec after seeing how puny the human was. Although it didn’t slow anything down, this shadow made it feel like there was a mouth on her clit and on his balls, giving them both a sucking sensation. It was also providing a probing sensation in their anus, being amused at how Lorec was reacting towards it, watching him squirm between hesitation and pleasure.

It even made it feel as if it was stretching him to accommodate for something bigger, however it was just the sensation of it, nothing is truly being done to him. With Larissa, he made Lorec feel much bigger than he obviously is, providing the solid cock she so desired to fill and stretch her like it never has before. Clearly it wanted to give Larissa far more pleasure than Lorec would be giving her, watching her move and hearing the moans made the shadow pleased, determined to provide more for her.

 

[Anthropologist]

He laughed gently. Of course my li........my baby girl, you may call me daddy, though be certain we are alone, should certain ears hear that, it may lead them to assumptions and conclusions which may be dangerous to both of us.

He took a sip of mead, then tipped the cup to her lips, knowing she would be thirsty after her recent exertions.

He laughed again, and looked into her eyes. His hand trailed across her belly, fingers skating around the curve where her breast arose from her chest. His fingers continued in a spiral until they reached her nipple, whereupon they grasped the dusky bud, squeezing gently. "of course.........baby girl.......choosing me to be your daddy, even in the privacy of chambers, is not without some risk" As he spoke, he increased the pressure on her nipple, squeezing and tugging it, slowly stretching it to a point. "some risk to you that is, for if you choose me as your daddy, then your daddy I shall be, in all manner of ways' He increased the pressure again, watching her eyes, waiting for the plea to stop which never comes. "

"sometimes" he continues "Daughters please their daddies, and sometimes they displease them..........." harder again and he feels her suck in her breath, lips jammed together to stop any sound emitting from them, her eyes bright with threatening tears, her back arched towards his tormenting fingers. "and when they displease, well, daddies have little choice........do you understand me baby girl". She nods, almost imperceptibly.

He releases her nipple and she slumps back on the bed and gasps. He waits for her to recover her composure, then smiles at her "of course, I don't expect you will give me any reason to feel displeasure, a good baby girl like you"

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

There was a time, once, when Lorec's addiction and curiosity for all things sexual had led him to a young couple, a brother and sister, twins, of age, but not yet in their twentieth year. The boy had something of the feminine about his sculptured face, and in some ways, they could easily have been mistaken for sisters. They offered themselves only as a couple, and expensive for all that. He had become aroused when they began to enjoy each other, more so because they were siblings, and it seemed so forbidden. They drew him into their activities and he enjoyed the lips and tongues of both, the boy seemed to know instinctively where to administer the kisses and light scratches to Lorec's body, and when he entered the girl, the boy's tongue surprised him. The finger that followed unsettled him, and when that was followed by a painfully thick penis, Lorec almost screamed.

It wasn't so much that he was being fucked in the ass, it was that it was such a dominant act by the boy that Lorec questioned his own place in the hierarchy of sex. He had always regarded himself as a dominant, the one holding the whip, restraining the whores and making them beg for his cum. In spite of his mixed feelings, he came inside the girl and shivered when the boy's ejaculate splashed into his rectum. He even went back three more times, until the girl realised who he was and asked for more money, then he had them killed. He missed them both.

And now, the shadow invaded him, though he was going to be hard pressed to have a shadow dispatched by a corrupt palace guard. It did take him back though, and he started to grunt with his approaching orgasm. The ever intuitive Larissa, sensed both his impending orgasm and his submissive bearing and she was nowhere near ready to finish this little dance. She placed her fingers at his throat, squeezing firmly "Don't you cum yet little man, you have a whore to satisfy"

 

[katalynn]

She bit back the scream from the tortured nipple, wanting to prove that she is a strong girl, knowing that he is proving his own point. The reaction he got was showing a mixture of pleasure and pain, he did come close to breaking a scream, any longer and he might have gotten what he was looking for. Her whole body tensed and with much restriction, followed the pulling of her nipple. There is pleasure among the pain, with him still inside her twitching depths, trapped between her legs that wrapped around him, is the pleasure that helped her get through the pain.

It was a challenge to listen to him carefully, paying attention to each word through the intense pain and when he finally finished, her nipple throbbed painfully and yet increased a desire for more. Once she got some limited composure back, she looked him straight in the eyes and gave a little innocent smile,

“I have disobeyed you though, daddy. However, you haven’t questioned it nor seem displeased by the action at all. I am to not leave the chambers, yet here I am, with no one knowing where I am, save for one guard that won’t say anything.”

As she thought about it, it finally occurred to her that he, himself has returned earlier than planned. Then her smile grew into a little pout at this new thought, with a challenge deep in her eyes.

“But of Course, if I hadn’t disobeyed, you would be stuck down here in beast form till the time I was supposed to come here. So, how would daddy address the disobedience of this little one?”

Once more attempting to appear innocent, rolling her hips around with a now fake pouty look. She could feel him growing hard inside of her, though she fought to keep the innocent pout act going for a little longer. Knowing full well that he isn’t buying any of it and began to wonder what he would do.

*********

This trickster of a shadow felt the sudden change in power between these two. It had to wonder if this simple action in the puny humans anus had triggered a hidden submissive side. This curiosity made it want to play even more, it no longer cared about how much energy it would use, it just knew that it wanted to push Lorec that much more, a need to break him. The sensation became more realistic, more solid in nature and started to push deeper into that tight little hole, thrusting harder each time.

It did the same for Larissa, only it was not as thick feeling, more of a tickling and writhing that teased all the nerves deep within, while providing the realistic feeling. This shadow wanted to let her know that it can actually provide what she seeks, in its own way, creating a need for her to desire it before any other puny human. These last few days it has grown quite attached to this female, being attracted towards the passion and desire she displayed. Watching how she handled their Queen made it want her all the more.

For now, this puny human was proving to be quite amusing and she didn’t want him to release yet, which made it push Lorec, to see just how far this little man will submit. To further the amusement, if Lorec does release soon, it wondered how Larissa will punish him. It was trying to make Lorec break without permission.

 

[Anthropologist]

He sat, apparently deep in thought. The dungeons were only a few steps from this very cell, and he wondered if she would tempt him so if she knew what he had done to men, and women, in those dank places in the name of the Kingdom. Or worse, and he shivered as he recalled, what the Eunuch had done to the poor souls who had somehow displeased him.

He was certain she was not suggesting that sort of attention, though he had met whores who craved the cut of a whip, the heat of the flame and the exquisite pain of contortion. He was certain, and he did not for a moment envisage himself delivering that to her, but he smiled at the thought that there were many stages on that journey, and it would be amusing to at least explore some of them. And why not start now.

He turned to her and mustered what he thought would be a daddy like voice if the daddy in question was both angry and in a mood to punish. Gruff and stern, hard like steel.

"Little thief" he began, and her eyes widened as he used the name she thought was in the past. He was hoping she was having a"uh oh, what have I unleashed" moment, as he was a firm believer that a goodly moment of anticipatory dread heightened any punishment session.

"Little thief, I can forgive you escaping the chambers and the horrors that those men may have visited upon you, that, we shall put down to a defensive move on your part, so your disobedience is excused" He watched as she digested that, and she almost looked disappointed.

"it is true also, that you have done me something of a favour by being here when I arrived, so I can excuse you from occupying my private ce....um room...........What I cannot excuse though, is your impudence at suggesting that I, King of the Folk, ruler of the parish, should be reliant upon a common thief and a slip of a girl such as you"

"the Gods punish man with thunder, and I, little thief, will deliver to you your own personal thunderstorm"

With that, he untied her from the bed, though keeping her wrists bound, and pulled her across his lap. Both of them were still naked. He raised his hand, paused while he admired her pale curved derriere, then bought it down hard across her cheeks. It is as well we are so near the dungeons he thought, as nobody would question the odd scream that echoed down the passages.

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

Try as he might, Lorec was unable to prevent himself from tumbling over the precipice. The manipulations of the shadow were difficult enough to block out, as was Larissa's threat, but when she grasped his throat, it was too much. His hips shimmied, his body quaked and a whimper escaped his lips as his ejaculate escaped his penis.

Still holding his throat, Larissa thrust him backwards and the shadow, anticipating the move, pulled his body with the push. The little man beast fell backwards onto the bed, his already shrinking cock testament to his premature finish. Larissa looked at him, searching her memories for similar situations, and her next move came to her almost immediately. She got to her knees, threw one leg over him and lowered her cum leaking cunt onto his mouth "If your cock won't pleasure me, then maybe your tongue will"

 

[katalynn]

Kyllene tensed up as he spoke in a tone she hasn’t heard from him, it did in fact sound as if he is displeased. If it wasn’t for the choice of words he used, one would think he is displeased with her actions. “Little Thief” made her cringe slightly as she did think they were past the name and it did provide the ‘uh oh’ feeling he is trying to provoke.

Within moments she found herself over his lap with her backside exposed to take on this ‘thunderstorm’ he lays upon it. She did squirm around, naturally attempting to get away only to be stopped in the attempt from the first strike to her tender flesh. Instantly feeling the heat rising towards the offended area, at first she told herself that she wouldn’t scream, not wishing to show the weak side so early on. However, the first impact forced a scream to pierce the room and certainly through the walls.

Instantly her hands made the attempt to cover her backside, blocking the next smack. Instead, her hands found themselves still bound and unable to reach behind her in defense. She has naturally seen plenty of whores get spanked around in her years, although she’s never experienced it before and it certainly wasn’t something she expected her King to do.

Surprising enough, the after math of it she found enjoyable. The burning of her flesh made her ache in other areas, got her heart racing with a different type of excitement. Soon, without warning another smack landed and the reactions were the same as the first. The scream was not as intense, something she wanted to fight back. Although, her hands reacted in the same fashion, attempting to break free from the rope and defend the helpless flesh. With this one, she even tried to squirm free of his lap only to be held in place by his free hand.

The third smack landed, leaving her breathless and whimpering in place of the screams. He allowed her a moment to digest what is happening, rubbing his hand over burning flesh which caused her to rise up in response. She couldn’t understand how such pain could cause such desire for more, the heat growing more intense that it felt like her flesh was on fire.

“Please….. daddy…..”

There was a pause in the whimpers as she tried to figure out what it is she wanted. If it was more that she wanted or if it was to have him stop and apologize for the offense that was created. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming around in attempts to find freedom, not realizing that squirming away only make things worse on herself.

******

If a creature of the shadows could laugh with true emotion behind it, this one would be laughing hard from the scene before it. The trickster took a moment to decide its next move, ignoring Lorec at this point, forcing the little man to put all his focus on Larissa. It decided to do what the other shadow had done the night before, overwhelm her with pleasure.

Only The Trickster had a different view on how to go about things, not wanting to just create random sensations throughout her body, it chose to provide her the feeling of another body next to hers. Wanting to show her and her alone it's true form, to provide her the illusion that there is another there kissing and sucking at her neck, warm hands toying with her breasts and nipples, hopefully create the feeling of nails caressing down her back. All the while it would leave her cunt alone, forcing the little man to work for her nectar.

 

[Anthropologist]

If he was going to spank her and put her into the childish realm of corporal punishment delivered to pale backsides, then he probably should have given some forethought to how he was dressed, or rather undressed, at that moment.

He was sure that a daddy would have been clad in breaches should he choose to punish a daughter. And he was sure said daughter should be wearing undergarments when undergoing the administration of a fatherly hand - if such a daughter possessed undergarments that is. He smiled as he thought that perhaps he should purchase some for her, if only to experience the delight of peeling them off of her.

But he wasn't i breeches, he was as naked as her, and in her position across his lap, every squirm, every twitch and finch, was felt directly by him where her cunt rubbed against his cock. Unfortunately, or fortunately as the case may be, the whole thing was taking on the nature of a lustful spiral. The more he hit her, the more she squirmed, the wetter she got, the harder he got and the more he wanted to hit her. The spiral became deeper and faster when she begged him in that little girl voice, when she called him daddy...

He looked down at her wriggling derriere, her legs had parted, perhaps to assist her in balancing, perhaps as an invitation, or even an exhortation. Whatever, it afforded him an arousing view, of her puckered anal bud and swollen glistening labia. He stared at the bud, remembering when he last ventured there and the pain and bewilderment it bought her..........but it did look nice.

He had struck her perhaps a dozen times, her skin a mottled hue of reds, and his cock was hard and uncomfortably wedged between her belly and his thigh, and he could feel his slippery precum coating her smooth skin. The next strike was softer, controlled, landing on the curve between thigh and bum, his fingers slipping between her thighs and skating along her labia. She moaned, so he did it again, and again, each time pressing her swollen petals a little firmer. Then, the last strike, his fingers linger, sliding along her wetness and across her perineum, spreading the slippery juice along her crack, over her bud, massaging it in with a fingertip, which presses more urgently now.

His finger pushes into her bum hole, and he waits for her reaction.

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

Poor Lorec, he had never eaten his own cum before, had never eaten any man's cum before - at least not knowingly, although the castle chefs did hate him so...........He found his current circumstances humiliating. The whore sat upon his face, trapping him there, forcing him to slurp and swallow his own cum and her juices. It was humiliating, shameful, and yet, he continued, and as he did, he found himself responding, his flaccid cock, filling with bloood, picking itself up from where it lay, slowly coming to life, and erection..........The only way this could be worse, he thought, would be if she peed..........please don't pee, he though............please don't.............please............

 

[katalynn]

As the spankings continued, increasing in numbers and in strength breaking through deep emotional walls, creating an overflow of silent tears. After quite some time she couldn’t handle anymore and unaware that she began to beg for him to stop, they were soft pleas of a little girl. Taking several moments to notice he had stopped and began to caress the screaming flesh. Her body had reacted to the punishment in ways she never thought possible, instead of squirming to get away it became a writhing mess, rising and reaching towards every smack of his hand.

She could feel the wetness smear all along her inner thighs and in turn caused her legs to spread slightly, showing him how much she desired to have him. Unaware at first of what his fingers were doing, they felt comforting and relaxed the stressed nerves from the spanking. Kyllene was so overwhelmed with many sensations, his hardness beneath her, burning and unforgiving stinging of flesh, broken walls that he tore down. She has never felt so vulnerable, even The Eunuch did not make her feel quite like this.

After a few more seconds of calming down and it dawned on her where the finger went. It made her tense up in shock and had conflicting feelings of what to do. She was so aroused that it made no difference in what he desired; it did feel good she had to admit. However, the experience she had slowly crept up to the surface, sending shivers up her spine at the memory of it. Kyllene didn’t know what to do, knowing that it is something that pleases him and she is meant to keep him pleased. Also she didn’t know if she could handle that again so soon.

“Daddy…..”

Was all she could whimper out, failing to form a protest, the question and fear rang deep in the one word. She knew there was no choice but to accept his desires and she surrendered herself to that fate, burying her face into the bed. Her mind struggled with uncertainty and her body betrayed her, just as it did the first time, squirming in time with the invasive finger, parting her legs a little further to provide easier access, the moves were limited by the position though and it was still clear what her body desired..

~~
Larissa was enjoying every moment of this; normally it is the other way around with this little man beneath her. She, being just a whore, normally never had this kind of power over Lorec and she wasn’t quite sure how the tables have turned. The shadow felt like a real body to her, the kisses were beyond any dream she could ever imagine. It’s touches were warm and inviting almost as if it was making true love to the woman to taunted. It wasn’t much longer before her orgasm quaked through her, Lorecs tongue wasn’t the best she’s ever had and she figured it might have been because of his own cum leaking out from her depths. After a few moments though, he increased his efforts on her clit, using only his mouth to satisfy her, his arms were pinned by her legs. Like a mad man, his tongue raced and lips sucked at the little bud, enjoying how it made her squirm ontop of him.

Luck being in his favor, the liquid that ran into his mouth was the juices of an overpowering orgasm. Larissa was shaking so hard she fell forward onto the bed, panting hard while letting Lorec free. She had a smile creep on her lips, while closing her eyes and relaxed into the after glow.