Feature writer: Midori Konton
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Feature title: The Youth of the Dark Lord
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The Youth of the Dark Lord
Chapter One: Possession
Of the childhood of the Dark Lord we know little. We know he was born in Yr, the son of a hedge wizard and, according to legend, a milkmaid. His birth-name, long guarded, is now known to be Tyrmo. Before he reached full manhood, he traveled to Mercia to apprentice to Vilnus, a healer of some repute. It was there that his terrible gifts first began to flower, and the name by which he became known, Karnath, first blackens the pages of history.
Tyrmo studied her surreptitiously over the top of his book. When he’d first come here five years ago, she’d been a scrawny kid. But over the years, she’d ripened beautifully – still short and slim, she had dusky skin, big dark eyes, and a full mouth. Her long, slender legs ran up to a spectacular ass, her breasts were small, but round and full, and the whole all topped off by a gorgeous head of shining, dark wavy hair that fell loosely across her shoulders. That hair was falling over her face now as she bent over her book.
Tyrmo grinned unpleasantly as he imagined ramming himself into her ass, shoving her face down onto her book as she cried. That’d show the bitch.
Tyrmo jumped as a shadow fell over him, and looked up to see Vilnus himself, glowering at the boy from under alarmingly bushy eyebrows. Not for the first time, Tyrmo worried his master knew what he was thinking. All the old man said, however, was, “I have been summoned by the Duke of Upper Tyrn. It seems his son is ill.”
Maida looked up from her book, brushing her hair back. “Do you need us to come with you?”
Vilnus shook his head. “No, it is a simple enough ailment to cure, and you are old enough to stay a few days by yourselves.” He handed Maida a small brass key. “Here is the key to the library,” he said. “I want you finished with the next volume of Kiril before I return. Tyrmo, finish the herbs; Maida will test you. If you finish before I return, review the nervous curses and their cures. Maida, you know the books to give him.”
Tyrmo sputtered. “Why are you leaving her in charge? I’m the oldest!”
“Because I can trust her to take only the books I say from the library. You, on the other hand, remember the cat?”
Tyrmo blushed and looked down. The one time he’d been in the library alone, he’d snagged a book on Calcobrena’s curse, and given the cat a seizure that nearly killed it. Still, it wasn’t fair – he was the older one, the actual apprentice, while Maida was just a fosterling. He was the one who was supposed to be a prodigy.
“I must go to the village and procure a cart for the journey,” Vilnus said. “I’ll stay there tonight and set out first thing in the morning. Tyrmo, don’t forget your chores.”
The old man swept out of the room.
“Sorry,” Maida said awkwardly.
Tyrmo glared at her. “Sure you are,” he said.
* * *
Later, Tyrmo staggered into the bath-chamber, dragging a bucketful of water and a brush. Waving his hand over the water, he muttered a few words, and it immediately began to steam and bubble. Nobody knows that trick back home, he said to himself with a smile. He looked at himself in the mirror – something else nobody in Yr had ever seen – and frowned. His pale skin, freckles, and most of all his bright red hair, all marked him as an Yri, a barbarian. Here, magic was complex, subtle, and all-powerful. Back home it was crude and simple, just the two basic rules of similarity and coincidence, not even formally stated, and a handful of applications worked out by trial and error. Tyrmo’s uncle Karlis had been renowned as one of the greatest mages in the kingdom, and Tyrmo had learned everything he had to teach by the age of twelve.
Then Vilnus had come to the village, on some obscure journey, and bought Tyrmo’s apprenticeship from his uncle. Five years later, and Tyrmo had barely scratched the surface of Mercian magic. And a damn little girl kept showing him up. No matter how hard he worked, she still managed to stay ahead of him.
But, Tyrmo thought, picking up Maida’s brush and plucking a few dark hairs from it, I might just be able to show her a thing or two about barbarian magic. This was it, he suddenly realized. This was the night to put his plan into operation. He would never have a better opportunity, with Vilnus leaving town. He hurried back to his room, still holding the hair.
Once there, he shut his door tightly and shuttered the windows against the sun’s last rays, plunging the room into darkness. This was going to take a lot of concentration, at least at first, so he wanted no distractions.
Vilnus didn’t know that, ever since the incident with the cat, Tyrmo had been practicing everything he remembered from the book on Calcobrena’s curse, a spell that allowed one to control the movement of others. He’d used captured frogs and rats, making them dance or hop at his command, determined to make up for his mistake.
According to the book, certain conditions had to be met to lay the curse on a thing. It could only be done while touching the victim, for starters, and the victim’s mind could overrule it, so they had to be unguarded. This latter was easy for most animals, but made laying the curse on a human very difficult.
But Tyrmo was raised with the principle of coincidence, that once together meant always together, that the part was the whole. The mages of Mercia learned that principle as children, then forgot it as they learned many other, more advanced principles, but Tyrmo had been taught to use it for everything. Thus he had discovered what, so far as he knew, no mage in the world could do.
Concentrating on the hair, Tyrmo followed the magical threads that trailed from it. One led back to the bathroom. It was probably connected to the brush, and therefore useless. But another led to Maida’s room and, following it, he was able to see her. With a simple spell from his childhood, Tyrmo was able to sense her fully, and entirely without her knowledge: see her, smell her, feel her. Her surroundings weren’t quite so clear, but Tyrmo had always been good at this. He could tell she was at the table in her room, with a book in front of her, and occasionally she wrote something on a piece of parchment. He couldn’t quite make out what she was writing, but it didn’t matter. The important thing was that she was studying.
Tyrmo knew how intense Maida’s concentration was when she read. A touch would rouse her, but the thin tendrils of magic he was now inserting into her body were far too subtle. Concentrating intently, he laid the curse down piece by piece, taking control of her muscles as the book had described. It was very difficult, much more so than a rat because of the need to remain unnoticed, but he finally managed to get everything in place without alerting her to his presence.
Tyrmo relaxed and smiled. Almost too easy, he thought. Well… time to start.
Maida’s first indication that something was wrong was when her hand began writing on its own. She stared at it, eyes wide, struggling to bring it under control as it jerkily scribbled, “Hello, Maida.”
“Who’s there?” she demanded, struggling to rise out of her chair, but finding to her dismay that she could not move.
“Stupid child,” her hand wrote. “You cannot get away from me now.”
“What’s going on?” she shouted, an edge of panic in her voice. “Who are you? Why can’t I see you?”
“I am Karnath,” her hand wrote. “I have come to claim you as my own.”
“Oh, gods,” she whispered. “Are you… a demon?”
“Yes,” her hand wrote, and Maida felt tears begin to run down her cheeks. “Already your body is mine. Soon, I will have your soul as well.”
“No!” Maida cried, but she could not even struggle. In his room, Tyrmo grinned, glad to see that, as in his practice attempts, his control increased with time. “I won’t let you possess me,” she said defiantly.
“The time will come when you beg me to do just that. Before that, however, perhaps a taste of the pleasures of obedience is in order?”
Maida stood, crying helplessly, and walked slowly to the bed. She tried desperately to make herself stop, but her legs refused to obey. She stopped and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her skirt, pushing it down to the floor, leaving herself squatting in just her tunic. As she stood, she trailed her fingertips slowly up along her thighs, over her hips, and then slid them around and back to cup her own ass, squeezing slightly. She whimpered as her hands moved up from her ass, sliding along the hem of her tunic, then slipping under it, lifting it as her fingertips caressed the sensitive skin around her navel.
“No,” she whispered again as her hands rose to the laces at her collar, untying them. “Please stop!” she cried, and one of her hands pinched her nipple through her tunic. She cried out in pain as her hands pinched and twisted. “Stop!” she cried again, sobbing, so Tyrmo forced her to slap herself.
Maida fell silent, except for the occasional teary moan, so Tyrmo switched to forcing her to cup and knead her breasts through her tunic. The friction of the rough cloth against her aching nipples made warmth flood suddenly through Maida’s chest, and she gasped. Her hands descended again to her hips, stroking over them, tickling and teasing her thighs, and she began to feel something new. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but one she’d managed to produce now and then by leaning against a table just right.
This is what he meant by “the pleasures of obedience,” she thought frantically. I have to resist this! She bit her lower lip, trying to distract herself, but her fingers danced up her thighs and through the sparse triangle of hair between them, up to her belly. She moaned, her hands grasping her tunic and pulling it up over her head.
Now naked, she lay down in the bed, hands stroking and teasing her belly and thighs. She arched her back, the warm wetness between her thighs growing hotter and tenser. “Please,” she whimpered, “stop,” but her right hand continued to tease the delicate skin of her abdomen, and her left slid sensuously up her body, over her breasts, and began to caress her neck and face. Fear, desire, guilt, and helplessness mixed in her, intensifying every sensation, and her whimpers degenerated into a wordless sigh.
Both her hands moved now to her breasts, caressing her hard nipples, causing lust to fill her young body. Gods forgive me, she thought. I’m enjoying this. The demon, using Maida’s own hands, pinched and twisted her nipples, and Maida cried out in mingled pleasure and pain. Her shame and fear at feeling pleasure from something meant to hurt her, combined with her helplessness, served only to intensify her desire.
In his room, Tyrmo grinned. This was going even better than planned: Maida was apparently an undiscovered bondage slut, and practically creaming already. Tyrmo was rock hard as he forced her to spread her thighs, so he locked her into a loop – sucking on the first finger of her right hand while her left thumb traced a circle around her nipple – for long enough to get his pants off.
Grabbing his cock with the hand holding Maida’s hairs, he began to pump it. Meanwhile, Maida was pleading with her demon. “Please,” she moaned, now completely lost in lust. “I need more!” Tyrmo moved her wet finger from her mouth to her clit, pressing lightly on the hood, and Maida screamed, throwing her head back. Tyrmo spread her legs wide open, and sent her finger up into her dripping pussy. Another finger followed, and Maida panted and gasped as she played with herself, her other hand teasing her nipples. Her back arched again at the pleasure running through her, her head seemingly trying to burrow its way into the bed. She screamed as she came. Tyrmo could take it no longer, and came himself, letting the link dissolve, but leaving the spell in place.
Author’s Note: I wasn’t planning on sharing any of this story until I had more done, and more importantly had finished Lemma’s story. But since I didn’t get much work done on Lemma this week, I decided to post this. I wrote it a couple of years ago, and edited it very lightly at the last minute before submitting it. More will come, as you can no doubt tell from the story codes, but Lemma is still my first priority, so I can’t guarantee when.
In case anyone’s curious, yes, these are the same Tin Islands Lemma is traveling through. However, the above is all happening the year before Lemma was born.
Chapter Two: Violation
Perhaps the most mysterious of the early figures in the life of the Dark Lord is that of Maida, the granddaughter of Vilnus and fellow student to the young Tyrmo. Her origin is unknown; it is suspected, based on surviving descriptions of her appearance, that she had a good deal of Sea People blood. As Vilnus never left the Tin Islands, it is most likely that she was the daughter of a whore or rape victim, and her father was likely a Sea People trader or pirate. We know that she was adopted by Vilnus by the end of her third year, and raised to be his apprentice and heir. Of her relationship to the Dark Lord prior to his ascension, we know nothing at all, though speculation is rampant. And, finally, of her final fate we know nothing…
Maida woke painfully. Her muscles ached from competing signals between her own mind and the demon that had taken control of her. She slid out of bed and slowly dressed, wincing. She knew the demon would be back, but there had to be some way to prepare for him. She headed for the library. On the way, she passed Tyrmo, who gave her an odd look.
Maida brushed past him, blushing fiercely, struggling not to cry. He knows! she thought. The enormity of what had happened to her suddenly struck her full force: a demon had possessed her. She hadn’t offered a sacrifice in months; that must be how she became vulnerable: everybody knew a good person could not be taken by the demons. She had to find out how to cleanse herself, and then she would give sacrifices every week.
Tyrmo, as soon as Maida passed, headed for his room, barely able to contain his laughter. Maida clearly blamed herself for the previous night, leaving Tyrmo in the clear. Plus, her inability to face him finally gave him some power over her. But he couldn’t let her do too much research, or she might figure out a way to escape, or, worse still, catch him. So, he opened the drawer in which he’d carefully hidden her hairs and sat down, re-establishing the link. He was happy to see that, as expected, his curse remained totally intact, just its link to the outside broken. It took only a moment to reconnect, but Tyrmo waited a little while before re-assuming control.
Maida grabbed an index off a shelf and sat at the reading table, pulling out her notebook. She flipped through it, looking for books that might help her. As soon as she found one, she dipped her pen and started to write. Unfortunately, what appeared on the page was not what she intended.
“Good morning, Maida,” it said.
“Karnath,” she hissed. “Go away!”
Her left hand, out of her control, slipped under the waistband of her skirt. She shivered as it slipped between her legs. She was already wet.
“Are you certain you wish me to leave, human? You seemed to enjoy yourself last night,” her right hand wrote.
“No,” she said, not very convincingly. The fingers of her left hand were teasing the skin around her pussy, never quite touching it. “I want control of my body back!”
“You like being controlled.” Maida’s skirt was pressing into her wrist, cutting off her circulation, and her fingers were starting to tingle. “So, human, I will leave as soon as you admit you want me to control you.”
“No! I don’t want this.” Maida bit her lower lip, struggling not to moan as her fingers finally brushed over her pussy. “Go away!”
In his bedroom, Tyrmo frowned. This wasn’t working right. She was supposed to cave in, so that he could start her real humiliation. Maybe he should try something else – but what?
He grinned evilly as an idea came to him. He released his control of Maida, but continued to watch as she pulled her hand out of her skirt, shook it and grimaced.
Maida straightened her clothing and stood. For the first time since last night, hope flashed through her. She drove the demon away! Maybe there was still time to fight this. Somebody at the temple would be able to help.
Tyrmo grinned and watched through the link as she left Vilnus’ house. Let the bitch think she was free. She was about to learn real humiliation, like he had suffered for years at her hands.
Maida ran to the temple as fast as she could, stopping just outside the entrance to catch her breath and straighten her clothes. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the temple.
A young acolyte was cleaning the entryway. Through a door at the far end, Maida could see the altar where sacrifices were made. The symbols of the gods were carved into its base, and the sight of them gave Maida hope.
“Can I help you, miss?” the acolyte asked.
Maida burst into tears and flung herself at his feet. “Please,” she sobbed. “I’m so afraid. A demon…”
“Don’t worry,” the acolyte said. “The temple is powerfully warded. The only evil which can enter here is that in the hearts of those who worship, which we cleanse.”
Maida nodded and sniffled. “Please,” she said, looking up at him. She raised her hand to his crotch and felt him through his robes. The acolyte stared at her in shock, then stumbled backwards.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
Maida stood and smiled, pulling off her tunic to reveal her pert young breasts. She cupped them in her hands, and smiled again at the acolyte. What am I doing? she thought. Is this Karnath? It can’t be, I’m in the temple. Is it… me?
The acolyte stared at her wide-eyed, backing into the wall. Maida took a step toward him, then grasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it down to the ground swiftly, stepping out of it. She stood before the acolyte naked, one hip cocked, and beckoned. “You’re not possessed!” the acolyte cried. “You’re mad!” He shoved her backwards toward the temple’s main door. “Get out of here, before you sully this holy place!”
Maida nearly fell, then caught herself, and ran out the door. Back at Vilnus’ house, Tyrmo cursed. He’d been laughing so hard at Maida he’d let his control slip! He was lucky she was so embarrassed she forgot to take her clothes, let alone check for magical influences – she might have caught him then and there. Now he needed to concentrate and find her again.
There she was, sneaking through the alley between the inn and the town walls. There was a hole in the wall that led into the baron’s fields, through which she might be able to slip unseen into Vilnus’ large house, which was between the baron’s field and the common field. Tyrmo reestablished the link, but didn’t take control just yet. He wanted to see what she would do.
Maida paused to catch her breath, putting one hand against the wall for support. The acolyte was bound to tell someone about her behavior, and her grandfather would find out as soon as he returned. She would have to tell him she was possessed, and hope he believed her. She couldn’t imagine the shame she would face if he, like the acolyte, thought she was mad.
Maida bit her lower lip. What if the acolyte was right? Karnath couldn’t have been controlling her in the temple; it was sacred ground. She didn’t think she wanted to seduce the acolyte, but maybe she was just that crazy. She shivered – it was a little cold here in the alley. She had to keep moving – the shame awaiting her on Vilnus’ return was nothing compared to what she’d face if someone found her naked in an alley.
Tyrmo decided he was tired of waiting, and had Maida lean back against the wall. “No,” she cried, “not here, please!” as he sent her fingers in a teasing dance down her thighs. Maida groaned, determined not to respond. If someone saw her naked in an alley like this, she would never be able to show her face again. She imagined someone catching her, looking at her in horror, and felt a flush spreading across her cheeks and breast. Her breath quickened excitedly. Gods, I am mad! she thought despairingly, but there was no denying it: the thought of being caught excited her unbearably. She ran two fingers up into herself, not knowing or caring whether she or Karnath guided her hand, and gasped in pleasure.
She pumped herself desperately, her weak knees barely able to prop her against the wall. Her eyes shut tightly, and she gasped in rhythm with the thrusts of her fingers, while her other hand rubbed and pinched her nipples. Tyrmo watched in delight: he’d just had to get her started, and here she was, doing it herself.
“Well,” said a voice in the alley, “this is interesting.”
Maida froze and opened her eyes. Two scruffy young men stood at the entrance to the alley, smiling lazily. She recognized them as brothers, Banik and Shif, who worked in the fields on occasion, but mostly just drank and stole. Both wore simple pants and tunics of undyed wool, and leers. Banick, the taller and darker of the two, was trying very hard to cover his surprise and look bored-but-amused, while Shif was practically drooling.
“Think she wants company, Ban?” Shif asked.
Maida wanted to scream, except for the part that wanted to keep rubbing herself, but the force controlling her wasn’t about to allow either. She felt herself smile coyly while her hand, acting seemingly of its own volition, left her pussy to beckon.
Back home, Tyrmo frowned. He doubted he had sufficient control to make her talk; animals lacked the necessary equipment, so he’d never been able to practice. Hopefully he’d be able to get the message across anyway.
Banik stepped forward quickly, grabbed Maida’s hand, and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his other hand around her waist. She felt like she wanted to be sick from the beery stench of his breath and the hardness pressing into her belly, but her body was not hers to control. She shifted her body sensuously against his, and he grinned, jamming his lips against hers and shoving his tongue down her throat. Maida whimpered against his mouth, but could do nothing to stop him.
He broke the kiss and released her hand, and Maida felt herself smile at him again, then kneel, sliding her hands down the front of his tunic as she went. She pulled his pants down to the ground, then looked up to see his erection right in front of her face. Please, she said silently, not knowing if she was talking to Karnath or herself, don’t make me do this! But even as she thought that, her stomach was churning with excitement.
Placing her hands on his thighs, she leaned forward to kiss his tip. Until that moment, Maida had never realized something could smell male, but that was the only word for the odor filling her nostrils and her mind. Banick’s shaft was hot and hard as she licked it, and he wasted no time forcing himself between her lips. Grabbing the back of her head, he shoved himself down her throat, and she gagged. Unable to struggle, she had to learn quickly how to coat him in a layer of saliva so that he slid more easily back into her throat. Maida moaned in helpless despair.
Banik grinned. “Sounds like she likes it, Shif!”
Shif grunted in answer and knelt behind Maida. She felt hands stroking up her ribcage to squeeze and stroke her youthful breasts, and trembled. He didn’t know how to touch her as well as Karnath had with her own hands, but the simple fact that they were someone else’s hands, bigger and rougher, sent little rivulets of pleasure sparkling along her nerves, radiating out from her nipples and cascading down between her thighs. She moaned again, and this time there really was an undercurrent of pleasure mixed in with the horror.
How can I like any of this? she asked herself. What does that make me?
Watching, Tyrmo grinned. He didn’t know what Maida was thinking, and he didn’t care. He was just enjoying the show. He made her pull back on Banik’s shaft and reposition herself on her knees, with her beautiful ass in the air and her back parallel to the ground. He had her place one hand to support herself on the ground, while the other reached between her legs to play with herself. Once she was in position, he returned her mouth to Banik.
Maida wanted to screw her eyes up tight, but she couldn’t. Helpless to control her own body, she took Banik’s bulb in her mouth, sucking on it as she ran her tongue around it. Her fingers found her clit, and she trembled and gasped with pleasure while Shif’s calloused hands ran over her hips and the smooth caramel skin of her ass.
“Well, I figger it’s my turn,” said Shif, his simple pants rustling as they fell to the ground. “How’s about a take a peak at your back door, girlie? You like that?”
Maida felt something hot and hard poke at the skin of her ass, and trembled with fear. She knew a little of what was about to happen from her studies as a healer, and she was afraid. But her fingers moved with a sudden burst of speed on her clit, and Shif reached a hand between her legs to feel her wet opening, and she could only moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Shif as he rubbed her juices on his member. “Here it comes, little slut!”
Maida moaned in anticipation, not sure whether it was the pleasure or the pain she anticipated. Her eyes widened in shock as Shif began slowly pushing his way into her ass. That wasn’t where the books said he was supposed to go! It was so tight, so big, it was going to rip her apart! She wanted to scream, and she couldn’t. Good thing she couldn’t, or the whole town would see her, to all appearances happily servicing a pair of peasant lads. Or was it a good thing? Did she want the town to see her?
She was so full, so full, and her fingers were dancing on her clit as Shif began to pump, and Banik was grunting and clutching her hair as he thrust into her face, and gods save her it felt good. That same force she had first discovered the previous night was building in her, twisting her tightly, and she wanted release. She was out of control, her body carried on a tide of rising tension that at any moment would crest and crash down in pleasure, and she loved it. She wanted more! She didn’t care if it was a demon manipulating her or the onset of madness. She didn’t care anymore who saw or heard or what they thought. In that moment, she just wanted to be fucked.
Watching, Tyrmo loosened his magical grip on Maida just a little. She kept bobbing her head on Banik’s cock and ramming herself back onto Shif’s. Tyrmo laughed and let go control, continuing to watch while he quickly undid his own pants.
Part of Maida was aware she was controlling her actions now, but she didn’t care. She wanted the whole town to see her, use her, do whatever they wanted with her as long as she could just reach the release that was hanging, tantalizing, out of reach. Gods, what am I? she thought. What kind of person lets herself be used this easily? But her body answered her own question for her as a pre-orgasmic spasm of pleasure ran through her, and she moaned in pleasure.
With a groan, Banik pulled himself out of her mouth, spurting white gooey ropes across her face and hair. The shock of being marked, of carrying a stain of what she’d done, pushed Maida over the edge. She screamed with release, her whole body tensing and releasing, spasming in pure bliss. Her writhing triggered a sharp cry from Shif, and then he too came, warm stickiness flowing up into her ass.
Shif slowly pulled out, and then Maida collapsed to the ground, curling tightly into a ball. She moaned as the enormity of what had just happened sunk in. Karnath had definitely not been controlling her at the end, and couldn’t possibly have been controlling her in the temple, which meant all of it, the nakedness, the invitation to the peasants, the violation, and worst of all the pleasure — all of it had been her choice.
Banik knelt next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Well, little slut, that was fun, but now I think it’s time you gave us a chance at that last hole of yours.” His hand stroked down her side, toward her hip, as a sob shook her.
“No!” she screamed, rolling away and getting shakily to her feet. “I’m sorry,” she told them, not knowing who she was apologizing to, struggling to ignore the tingling between her thighs that wanted to know what being filled felt like. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry!” Turning, she fled down the alley and into the fields, where the tall wheat would hide her nakedness and her filth until she could reach her grandfather’s house.
Hide from the eyes of other people, anyway. She could feel the eyes of the gods beating down on her, and the eyes of Karnath watching her, even if she could barely see through her tears. Only one thought pounded through her head with the rhythm of her running feet: What have I become?
THE END