The Slave's Domination (closed for carnor_jax)

[TheNiteSiren]

Drums beat in the background, darkness surrounding her with the tight blindfold around her eyes. Cyra was a Lady of the house of Lyca, a rare commodity indeed. That was kept in mind when security was planned for her trip to the Southern territories for her to meet her twin brother. Little did they know that there lay a traitor in their house. Somehow Darkon was informed of the path planned to bring Cyra to her brother and the convoy attacked.

Everyone knew the laws in Darkon's realm, barbaric as they were. She would be put through the ceremony of claiming. If no one came forward, Cyra would be sold into black market slavery, a fate worse than death for any female. Either way, Darkon would make a profit.

Cyra had met the family once before, at a gala on the Neutral territories. She still remembered seeing the warlord's oldest for the first time. People talked about his scars but that wasn't what Cyra saw when she looked at him. Kingston had these piercing eyes that held such intensity. When he caught her staring, Cyra didn't look away. The air in the room seemed to leave her and for fifteen seconds, they just stared at each other.

The spell was broken when the eldest raised his hood, hiding his face from the view of the others. Cyra still remembered how her heart beat like a beating drum under her chest that night. There was something about him. They both had just come of age when that happened. Those eyes still haunted her, even now. Cyra felt the pull of the rope, pulling her to the display table that was set before Darkon. His sons stood on either side of him, as tradition stated.

Cyra's soft round curves were dressed in a combination of sheer and metallic colors. A special cream had been rubbed into her skin to make it glow in invitation. The material was the bare minimum, barely covering her body. Cyra could feel eyes on her which caused her to flush a dark red. Her long dark hair had gold and silver threads braided into it. She was dressed to be a temptation, either as a bride or a slave.

The guards laid her body onto the table, cuffing her into place so Cyra could not escape. Darkon's voice rang out and she swore she could feel her skin crawl. "It is time, my sons. As tradition states, you will examine the chosen female." Cyra swallowed hard, fighting tears back fiercely. Fear ran rampant through her body.

 

[fulmineo]

Kingston stood by his father's side as the latest captive was brought before them. When she was brought in, Kingston's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly recovered, glancing about him, checking to see if anyone had noticed his reaction.

It was the girl from his Coming of Age Gala. He'd never thought to see her again and certainly not like this.

"Today." Darkon's voice boomed. "We have a rare treat indeed. A noble Lady has decided to grace our courts with her presence. " He sneered. Those that were present snickered under their breath, not wanting to attract too much attention to themselves. They all knew of Darkon's unpredictable rage.

"Who will claim her?" Darkon demanded of his sons. Darkon turned to face them. He stared at all of them long and hard, with the exception of his eldest. He was reasonably sure that the boy wouldn't speak up. Hadn't done much speaking, since the accident. It was a shame really. As the eldest, he had so much potential.

Apparently the woman didn't please either of his other sons, for they remained silent. Kingston shifted in his spot, growing uncomfortable. He knew what the girl's date would be if no one from the royal family claimed her. The room was filled with silence as the drums suddenly ceased to beat. The weight of the silence was growing heavy on Kingston, and he could tell the captive....gods be damned, what was her name? Anyway, he could tell she was growing more and more fearful.

Kingston started to sweat. He'd seen hundreds, if not thousands of these auctions. Why was this one affecting him so? He felt an inexplicable draw to the girl. He had to do something however, and soon. He could not allow her to be given over to The Market. That was a fate worse than death. He cleared his throat.

"Ahem" Kingston coughed. " I claim her, My lord Father."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

When Cyra heard the deep timbered voice, she felt a sense recognition. Darkon nearly roared his shock. Never had his eldest spoken up for a female. The crowd watching began to erupt in spiteful whispers. A small tear ran down Cyra's cheek as she took a deep breath. The guards went about unclasping the chains that held to the display table. She was placed standing, a collar still around Cyra's neck.

A hand pushed her forward, walking her like a pet to what had to be her new master. "Please," Cyra whispered, "Don't hurt me." She had a good idea of who this was but there was no way to be sure.

Darkon smirked. "If she is what you want, Kingston, then you are welcome to her. Good luck taming her. She gave my warriors quite a fight when they found her. Little Tigress." The chain was place in her new master's hand. Cyra could smell the soap on his skin, almost feeling the warmth that radiated from it. He had called him Kingston. What would come next?

 

[fulmineo]

Kingston nodded at his father and bowed before him as he accepted the chains to his first slave. Wordlessly he pulled her towards him and placed her slightly behind him, blocking her from the view of most of those attending court that day. Kingston still had a long day of court awaiting him and he didn't want any of those vultures scaring her further. He motioned to a servant and the servant removed the blind fold.

"Don't hurt me." She had pleaded. Something in her voice caused his ire to stir. Just like his father, he was quick to anger, but his anger wasn't at her. What had she been forced to endure? He wondered to himself. As he did, his gaze landed on the guards that brought her in. He would be sure to pay them a visit later.

The day droned on as his brothers selected their women and the rest were sold off. Then came something even more tedious, Politics.

"Kingston." Darkon spoke. "What say you?"

Kingston snapped back to reality. He'd allowed his mind to wander which was unlike him. He turned to face his father, seeing his own reflection in Darkon's dark eyes. His dark hooded cloak concealed his scar covered face, but he could still see glimpses of what used to be smooth ebony skin.

"Forgive me father. I seemed to have missed what was said. " Kingston replied.

"His mind is clearly on other things." His brother, Loramos joked. The courtiers all snickered again.

Kingston whirled around to face his brother, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Excuse me?" Kingston asked menacingly. He knew he was his brother's better in swordsmanship and that it would almost be child's play to beat him, but he also knew his lord father would never allow his heir to be beaten so publicly.

"Calm yourself, Kingston." Darkon's ordered. "Remember your place." Loramos sneered at Kingston at his father's words.

"Our lord Father is sending you south for the winter. There's rumors of rebellion brewing and you're to go down there and crush them." Aiklen the youngest son interjected.

Kingston turned and faced his father. "Is this true?"

"Yes, boy. You're being given your first command. Serve me well." Darkon's confirmed.

"Of course Father." Kingston replied.

"And take the whore with you. You might have need of her comfort on the front." Loramos noted.

Kingston's grip on his sword tightened further but he said nothing. He merely tugged on his Slave's chain and headed for the nearest exit.

"You might want to take her to The Butler. " Aiklen suggested. "So she can get properly situated."

Kingston never stopped moving to acknowledge his brother. He opened the door to the exit and stepped out. He handed the chains over to the nearest servant and spoke.

"Take her to The Butler. Tell him to give her a new fitting wardrobe, for the battlefield as well as regular clothes. And let him know we're going down south tomorrow morning. Then have her sent to my quarters."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Cyra had to bite her tongue when some lowlife called her a whore. For years, she had waited for the other half of her soul. She couldn't help but wonder if she left it in those lonely eyes Cyra had come across that one night. By the gods, his image haunted her. She followed her master closely as not to miss a step. When she was handed over to another servant, Cyra felt a little disappointed.

"Come with me, lady." They walked down a hallway. She heard no one else in the small space. A draft blew threw, causing goosebumps to erupt over her skin. Cyra shivered visibly. "The Butler will dress you at least somewhat warmer. I know our climate is cooler than you are used to." Cyra was a little confused. This servant was friendlier than the others that had dressed and pulled her into that room.

"I am Merlin, lady. I have no fear, at least of Kingston. He is not his father so ease yourself." They finally got to the chambers of the butler. "Take that blindfold off that child. I must see what color they are to know what shade to dress her in." Cyra heard Merlin mumble something under his breath about his 'bossy hide' and smiled to herself. A middle aged man came forward. "Oh! She is lovely! Come now, little one!"

Measurements were taken for warmer clothing for the trip down south. Cyra had only be through the Southern territories once. It was a frozen wonderland to her but the fierce cold could bite into your flesh. "That gown simple will not do. Here." Butler gave her an amazing arrangement of gold and white that was beautiful. "Designed to tempt any man. If only it was so simple for me."

She liked the man right away. "Thank you, Butler." He nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Now I must redo the blindfold. Only your new master is supposed to be seen by you until a joining." Cyra was dressed in the golden silks, nodding that it was alright. "To your master's chamber, little one." The room had a large stone door that creaked loudly as it was opened. "Sir?" Merlin presented Cyra to him, bowed and left.

When the door clanged closed, her heart began to race. What would he do with her now?

 

[fulmineo]

"Cyra" Kingston spoke softly. He'd finally managed to pull her name out of his head. The first time he had laid eyes on her was something he could never forget. It was the first time he had broken his gaze with someone other than his father.

Kingston had gone through a major wardrobe change. Before he was dressed in full military style, complete with the Crimson Armor that proved he was a royal son and his personal sword along with his black cloak, which signified his mourning for his position as the heir to the throne. Now he was decked out in more casual attire. A red silk shirt and dark pants with no shoes on. He looked comfortable, unlike when he was in the throne room.

"That is your name isn't it?" Kingston asked. Kingston walked over to a table that had been set with food and wine. "Join me." He commanded.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Cyra felt a shiver run up her spine when he said her name. She dared his wrath by releasing the blindfold herself and found herself looking into those eyes again. Little had changed, there were more lines that the years had added a roughness in his looks. "Yes. I didn't think you remembered me." It had been clear Cyra hadn't forgotten him either. When she saw the food, her stomach growled.

A small blush stained her cheeks, doing as he commanded eagerly. Cyra's eyes almost glowed in the torch lights, the gold iris's almost mystical. The room around them showed him for the warrior her was. Cyra could see the heads of beasts he must have hunted along the walls, all sorts of weapon and even a pelt from a cyber tooth snow tiger.

Cyra sat closely to her new master. She had no idea what he expected from her. There were no slaves in the house of Lyca, it was illegal. His scars didn't scare her. In truth, it pained her to know he was hurt that way. Cyra was aware at how much appearances meant to the nobility in this territory.

In a low whisper to herself, "I never forgot you."

 

[fulmineo]

"Nor, I you." " Kingston replied. He watched Cyra eat the food she so clearly desired. He was happy to see her so at ease with him, but he was filled with dread as he prepared himself for what he must do. She definitely would not like the next part of their evening.

"Cyra. I want you to know that I had nothing to do with your abduction. I hope you won't hold it against me." Kingston spoke. He sat there and watched her some more and sipped on his wine, enjoying the sweetness.

"The day of the Gala, I wanted to approach you, but I don't think your brother approved. Neither did your father." Kingston revealed. "I've thought about you a lot ever since. To think that this is how we would meet again...."

Kingston stared off into the distance. Then he slowly rose from his seated position. "How much do you know about the Tradition of Claiming Cyra? Do you know what must happen tonight?

 

[TheNiteSiren]

The food was a welcome necessity. Her captor hadn't bothered to feed her since that day 4 days ago. Cyra looked him in the eye. "I believe you." She sipped her own wine, enjoying the flavor. There was something in the quiet strength he emanated. Cyra trusted her instincts and they said he was being truthful. "I was tempted to go after you but my father was very protective back then." As for her brother, he had learned Cyra was capable of protecting herself...to a degree anyway.

When he stood, Cyra could feel the apprehension in the air. "I have an idea...yes..." Heat flushed in her skin, giving it a warm glow. A slave belonged to her master, body and soul. "I've never lain with a man before." Her virginity was something Cyra promised herself would go to someone special. She could feel something with him....a yearning to be touched by him.

Cyra stood close to him. "I know I may not please you since I am a virgin...." She pressed closer, her eyes rising to meet his. "...but I want to try.." He may not believe her but her words were true. Cyra reached for the clip that held the cloak in place, letting it drop. She was clothed only in the gold silk Butler had given her. "Please touch me."

 

[fulmineo]

Kingston flinched from her touch at first, but he relaxed when he sensed no malice or hidden agenda accompanied by her touch. Unlike some of the other noble ladies that had made him the subject of one of their cruel japes in the past.

Kingston reached out to Cyra and caressed her face. Then he grabbed her by the hand and led her to his large bed and gestured for her to lie on the bed. He stood before her and started to undress himself slowly in front of her.

When he had fully disrobed, the results of his years of training to become an expert combatant was shown off. He stood at. 6'7 and he was comprised completely of dark brown skin and muscles it seemed like. The darkness of his skin, of his bloodline's skin contrasted with the fact that most of their lands were subject to extreme cold. But still, when fully revealed, it was hard not to be impressed with the beauty of it.

"Are you sure you're ready Cyra?"

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Cyra whimpered in distress when Kingston flinched away from her. Nothing would hurt worse if he rejected her. The warmth of his touch on her face almost made her moan. In a haze, Cyra slid onto the bed, watching him....so eager for him. Between her legs, a wet warm throb tormented her. As he disrobed, her hands itched to touch him. "Gods, you're beautiful."

"Yes, I'm ready." She came up on her knees, seeing the scars from battle. Cyra came close and kissed the one by his abdomen, running her tongue up his flesh. His body jerked. "Please....let me?" Cyra kissed each scar, tasting each bit of Kingston where she could. Her breasts rubbed gently into his body. Once she got to one on his neck, Cyra kissed up his jaw.

She took his hand, placing on her sex, letting him feel the dampness that was seeping into the material. "I am very ready for you, master." Her body was crying for him.

 

[fulmineo]

Kingston let out an animalistic growl then, the things he was feeling were too primal for words. His hands rubbed against her sex slowly at first, and faster when he grew emboldened. He shivered every time she kissed one of his hard won scars. When she reached his mouth, he kissed her passionately, as if he'd been starving for the taste of her lips.

After a while, Kingston could hold back no more he pushed her gently into her back and removed all of her clothing. He leaned over her and kissed his way down her body, his tongue passing to flick her hardened nipples. He kissed a wet trail down her stomach, all the way to her clit. Then he paused and looked up at her. He smiled at her and blew a kiss onto her clit.

Then he climbed her body again, this time positioning his manhood at the threshold of her pink garden. Slowly he entered into her, never breaking eye contact with her.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Cyra's body trembled violently, heat licking up her spine. Little hungry moans urged him on. His mouth swallowed her cry, clinging to him. She submitted her lips to him, her tongue reaching out to him. His growl damn near made her cum. She kissed him back, suckling his tongue, her hands feeling up that hardened body. Never had she felt this way...so hungry....so wet...

Cyra could hold back the panting cries when his mouth latched onto her breast. "Kingston!..." Her back arched, letting out a low guttural moan. She palmed her breasts, the nipples tingling from his mouth. Her thighs parted to welcome him inside her. Cyra was warm and wet, tight...and felt every inch of him slipping inside of her.

"OH GODS...." Her nail scraped up his spine. There was a tearing pain inside her but it lasted but a moment. "You're so big.." Cyra wrapped her legs about his waist. "....feels so good...I need you..." Her fingers left no inch of him untouched then around his thick mane of hair. Her virginity gone, an offering to her master and Cyra wanted it that way.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" Cyra squeezed her tight little cunt around his manhood.

 

[fulmineo]

"Yes." Kingston growled simply. He slid inside of her again and again, less careful and gentle this time. He was her new master and he was slowly coming to terms with that. He intended to make her undeniably his. He pumped his manhood in and out of her at a back breaking clip.

As he took his new woman, his mouth explored her body. He tasted her skin with his tongue. His teeth grazed against her nipples slightly as he rocked his body into her, over and over again.

"Can you feel what you do to me?" Kingston growled into her ears as he slammed his manhood into the back of her cunt.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

The need became an undeniable hunger.....like starving for someone. Cyra screamed his name as he drove into her. The bed started to bang into the stone wall behind them but neither noticed. She met him thrust for thrust, raw lust driving her towards something bigger. Cyra could feel the wave starting inside of her.

Servants in the hallway, passing by, could hear the noises quite clearly. The rumor had already begun about Kingston and his new slave.

"Gods! I've never felt like this." Cyra felt the wave coming...closer and closer...."I want to be yours." He slammed into her, hitting a sensitive spot inside me and it flipped a switch. The orgasm almost overwhelmed her. Cyra tightened around him, her hot arousal spilling over his cock.

"KINGSTON!....."

 

[fulmineo]

As Cyra came all I've Kingston's cock, her screams brought him over the edge. As they came together, Kingston dug his cock deeper into his slave.

For a few seconds, Kingston remained frozen in his posturing as he rode the orgasmic wave. Then he gathered his breath and spoke.

"Are you okay?" He asked, even as he flipped her onto her side and laid beside her. Truth was he was eager to get another taste of her. Now that he's had her once, he couldn't ever imagine stopping. What was it about her?