Feature Writer: redddqueen
Feature Title: The Demon of the Deadwood
Published: 10.06.2021
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Her journey to the Deadwood is nothing short of mesmerizing.
Author’s Note: Oops, that was a long hiatus. Thank you to everyone who waited. Enjoy the story!
The Demon of the Deadwood
Lyrei didn’t like traveling in the dark. Especially not in expansive and overgrown landscape of the Deadwood. Dark, demonic creatures roamed in here from the many experiments by wizards in these woods long ago. There was a patch of rot in the center, one she had not yet reached, from a particularly dangerous demonic experiment that eventually led to the forest being abandoned by wizard and ranger alike. A ward was put in place to prevent the ever-growing rot from seeping out into Astedith and it was forgotten in the public’s mind. It would have been forgotten in Lyrei’s mind too, if not for the dusty book she’d stumbled upon in her alchemist’s bookshop. The book claimed that Void Sanguinary, a rare plant appearing in places of much darkness, was plentiful in the rotting center of the Deadwood. Void Sanguinaries were incredibly potent both in their flower and berry form. But more importantly, they were incredibly expensive. As it was Lyrei could barely pay for her apprenticeship under her alchemist due to her peasant background. She worked an extra job as a barmaid in the evenings to make ends meet. If the Void Sanguinary was in such an abundance as the book promised, it was worth the risk of a few lesser demons. After all she was a skilled wizard, she knew how to defend herself.
Nonetheless the darkness made Lyrei uneasy. Demons were much easier to spot in sunlight than in the darkness. Now every rustle of the bushes made her jump, every birdsong in the distance made her squeal. She’d hoped to have reached the forest’s growing rot by now, but the Deadwood was much deeper than she’d thought. Lyrei wished she’d stumbled upon an abandoned wizard’s tower, like the many she’d seen earlier in the day, but now they were nowhere to be seen.
With steely resolve Lyrei lit a fire in her palm very briefly to check the direction of her compass, North. Good. She was bound to reach the center sooner or later. And she could last the night, her elven footfalls were soft and quiet with speed unmatched. Her clothing was dark blue, she blended in with the night.
But to Lyrei’s surprise and great fortune, as she turned the corner the air suddenly smelled sickeningly sweet, high hedges flowered around her with dripping purple flowers pulsing blue. Void Sanguinary.
Lyrei gasped in delight. She opened a bottle held in a belt around her waist and began collecting the flowers and berries. She was careful not to ingest any of the lingering nectar because of the Void Sanguinary’s mind numbing qualities. She greedily filled her bottles and bags full. She would be rich. She almost smiled in glee. The plant was so beautiful she didn’t notice the rot around her. The scent was too heady and sweet. Nor did she immediately the steep decline.
She let out a small scream before immediately clasping her hands to her mouth as she fell down the cliff. She tried to make herself as quiet as possible, but that seemed near impossible as her body continued rolling down the decline for what felt like minutes. Strange and alien plants grew above her with menacing shadows, scratching her as she tumbled past them. Finally she was deposited onto the soft dirt ground. But not before a sharp stone cut into her cheek. Lyrei cried out in pain as her body was roughly thrown to the ground. She groaned, willing herself to stand up slowly. Her entire body was aching. She lifted a small hand to her cheek and it came back bright red with blood.
Shit. Blood. Her lilac eyes grew wide in panic. She must be deep in the rot now. And now that she was bleeding she was sure to attract the attention of beasts and far worse. Lyrei surveyed her surroundings to asses her next move, but then let out a little gasp of wonder as she took in the beauty of it. She could never have imagined the rot to be so beautiful. The blackened trees has been conquered by creeping Void Sanguinary and other strange plants. She breathed in the smell. Despite the rot the forest smelled fresh, like wood after a rainstorm. And combined with the rot was the sweet scent of Sanguinary, stronger now than it had been before. But not so far in the distance was her saving grace. A wizard’s tower just beyond the alien garden. And even from the distance she could tell this one was far grander than the one she had stumbled upon before. She could see the intricate engravings and stained glass from her vantage.
A wave of relief washed over her. She would be safe now. Once she was safe in the tower she had healing ointments in her satchel she could use on herself. She moved towards the tower as fast as possible but was slowed down by an increasing dizziness. She dismissed the concern even as her senses seemed to dull and all she could smell was the plant’s cloying sweetness and the heaviness in her head. She had just taken a fall. Of course her head felt heavy. So heavy she was swaying slightly trying to remain balanced. This was normal. She must have a concussion. That’s why her head felt muddy and it felt like the smell invaded her mind.
Lyrei finally made her way up the stone steps at a much slower pace then it should have taken her. She tried to push the large wood door with peeling purple paint open, but it would not budge.
Shit. She had to brainstorm but brainstorming seemed so hard right now when her mind seemed to be a couple of paces behind her body.
Without thinking she began to bite on her nails like she did when she was deep in thought, she only remembered the Void nectar still on her hands when she tasted something akin to richly spiced honey on her tongue. Before she could panic the nectar melted into her tongue and left a pleasant pulse of warmth. She swayed lightly as . She would have been more careful about consumption of the dangerous nectar. She would have been more careful about what her textbooks had warned her, consumption of the plant’s nectar and fruits were addictive. But as it stood now all Lyrei could think about was the warmth of the nectar as it dissolved on her tongue and spread throughout her body and into her mind. She stood swaying on the doorstep of the tower breathing in the intoxicating and thick aroma of the flowers around her. She suddenly felt too overwhelmed to do much of anything else, opting to wait on the steps of the front door until the spinning subsided. But then, the door to the tower opened.
“My, my, what have we here?”
Lyrei groggily turned her head but any movement seemed difficult, the scent was still thick in the air. The man before her seemed to be colored in purple mist.
It took a moment for the three versions of him to merge into one. He had long dark hair and dark clothes. She couldn’t make up the rest of his face because it was cast in shadow.
She realized he seemed to be getting closer before she felt arms picking her up,” What’s such a beautiful little elf doing in the Deadwood at night?” The strange man chuckled. His voice had a low and warm timbre. It reverberated through her and caused her to shiver. Lyrei felt her mind clearing. “I… was looking for Void Sanguinary, so I could pay to continue being mentored by my warlock.”
The man tittered, “An apprentice? How fun. What’s your name, elf?” He turned her around soaking in her dainty elven features. He could see her pale gray hair tied in a braided bun under her dark cloak. Her icy eyes were focusing and unfocusing. It looked like she had been particularly susceptible to the aroma of the Sanguinary growing around his tower.
“Lyrei,” she said, finally able to see the man in the moonlight. His face was handsome and angular. His skin was snow white and contrasted with the long braid of black hair that fell over his shoulder. But his eyes, his eyes were so dark , so black. The black was all consuming, he had no white in his eyes. They were breathtaking.
She felt the man shift his position. One hand pulled her hood off her head and the other gripped her chin so she couldn’t turn her head away from his eyes. Usually she would have run, this was dangerous. What was this man doing in the middle of the forest at night? But his eyes were hypnotizing. All the dizziness had returned. Her senses felt enveloped by a strange warmth. The smell of the magical plants, his eyes, the soft murmuring of his smooth voice above her. “My name is Orfeo.”
“O-orfeo…” The elf-girl mumbled placidly. Orfeo grinned and he tightened his grip on her chin as her body relaxed in his arms. Her eyes had glazed over again just like they had when he had first found her on his doorstep.
It was not often he had visitors. And even when he did nine times out of ten they were stupid peasant boys from neighboring villages who had come into the Deadwood on a dare and gotten lost in it’s overgrowth. He couldn’t even remember the last woman who’d stumbled upon his doorstep, and certainly no one as beautiful as the dainty little elf who was gazing into his eyes right now. She had a cute expression on her dazed face, her rosebud lips slightly parted with drool catching at the edges.
“Open your mouth, little elf.” Orfeo commanded and Lyrei obeyed, parting her lips wider. He placed a berry on her waiting tongue and closed her jaw, “Swallow.” She gulped down the berry and immediately she let out a gasp as her knees buckled. But Orfeo caught her in his arms, careful that his eyes never left hers.
Lyrei giggled as her mind spun and was filled with an intense warmth that seemed to pulsate with the flowers around her. It felt like a layer of wool had settled over her thoughts. All she could focus on was the handsome man before her.
“Good girl,” Orfeo cooed from above her. He stroked her cheek and she grinned lazily at his praise as she leaned into his warm touch.
“Do you like being a good girl? Good girl’s get lot’s of berries.” Did she like being a good girl? It was hard to think but her whole body seemed to melt at his praise. And she loved berries. She would do anything for another taste. Lyrei slowly nodded.
He petted her hair,” Well that’s good, because you are such a good girl.” She erupted into a fit of giggles as she bobbed her head upwards to catch his hand, desperate for more touch. She was such a good girl, when he called her that it made her feel so giddy and light. Like she could walk on air.
“Open your mouth,” He commanded again and this time her jaw dropped in compliance instantaneously. He grinned and placed another berry at the tip of her tongue. She greedily swallowed and Orfeo watched in pleasure as her smile widened and her head lolled backwards. Her body became even more limp as the berry took affect and Orfeo had to hold her tightly to steady her. She leaned into him and giggled. Her eyes focusing and unfocusing and drool running down her chin. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink. She was definitely doped up enough to remain suggestible once he had broken eye contact. He had to be careful not to give her too many berries too fast. They were so potent they could completely crush a mortal’s will if ingesting too many at once.
“Follow me, my sweet little elf,” Orfeo watched in delight as she shuddered at the praise. He took her delicate hand, it was so small his engulfed it, and led her into the tower. She stumbled forward, almost falling into his back several times as she did so.
Despite, or perhaps due to, Lyrei’s current state she was overwhelmed by the majesty of her surroundings. The tower was even grander inside than out. And unlike it’s exterior, which was in ruin, the indoors was pristine. The stone floors and walls were polished. There was a lush red patterned carpet before them and a collection of red velveteen chairs and chaises seated before a crackling fire. The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries. She was immediately filled with a greater sense of peace. She was safe here. Orfeo led her to a chaise in front of the fire and sat before her. He made eye contact with her and once again her breath seemed to leave her and her mind seemed to slow as she focused into their abyss until her surroundings faded from view and all she could see was his endless night.
“Do you have anything for your injuries,” She was dimly aware of Orfeo’s voice speaking above her. It only barely penetrating the fog in her mind. She nodded and tried to say yes but her mouth was hanging open and it felt like a great effort to close it so all she could muster was a noise of agreement.
She clumsily reached for her belt. It felt like a great feat because her movements were so languid. She felt as if she was encased in honey. But she didn’t have to struggle for long as her savior gingerly plucked her belt out of her hands and began rifling through it.
Orfeo could barely contain his excitement. He reached down to adjust his pants as he felt his erection grow in achy need. But he needed to be patient. So when she surrendered to him it would be a complete surrender. He took out a white ointment that smelled of Priestsleaf. A healing ointment. He placed it on the scratched dotting her face and they began to heal at an accelerated rate. “It’s quite warm by the fire, how are you feeling, Lyrei?” Her cheeks had gotten progressively darker as he worked until they were a deep scarlet and she was letting out short pants.
Lyrei was burning up. Heat had spread through her body and now it was pulsating with such intensity she was squirming under his gaze. “I-I…” She panted. But it was hard to speak her mouth felt like jelly. “I…” She tried again, mumbling out a word that seemed halfway between a prayer and a plea. “Hot!” She finally yelped out, her eyes widening in need as her head fell forward. Orfeo caught her head again and raised her chin to meet his eyes. “Ple..easee…” She whined, as the heat pooled around her breasts and nether regions. Her eyes welled up with tears she couldn’t take this.
“Use your words.” He barked and she shivered at his commanding tone.
But it was hard,”Please, please take off my clothes,” she cried, falling forward yet again.
Orfeo grinned like he had just one the lottery,” Address me properly, you will call me Master.” He watched her hazy eyes widen for a moment in understanding.
“But, I…” She protested in a moment of clarity. He could hear the confusion in her voice and seized the opportunity to disarm her.
“Do you want berries?”
“W-what?” But even as she said that he could see her eyes cloud over with desire.
“Berries. Only good girls get berries but good girls need Masters. And aren’t you a good girl? Don’t you want berries?” He pressed on, deepening his gaze while at the same time grabbing a small crystalline bowl of Void Sanguinary on a stand and holding it in front of her. He watched her lean forward and lick her lips. “Answer me, slave,” He commanded and she shuddered. “Without Masters good girls get so horny and can’t do anything for themselves. Do you want that.”
She was a good girl. And he was right. She couldn’t even think right now she was quivering with such fierce heat. Her pussy was on fire. She needed her Master to help her. “I-I’m a good girl,” She whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
He gripped her chin tighter and his abyssal eyes narrowed. “Say it louder and say it properly,” He commanded and his voice sounded so dangerous she shivered. She couldn’t tell if it was from fear or need or both. “I’m a good girl, Master,”she whimpered. She was shaking, she was on fire. He held up a berry and she automatically opened her mouth and swallowed. Her head fell back and she let out a long whine of need as its sweet, spicy, nectar invaded her mouth and clouded her senses.
Her Master pet her head and she shivered, “Now what did you need, slave?” He murmured and another wave of warmth passed through her. She gazed up at him adoringly. Her Master was so good. He would take care of her when she was so horny she couldn’t think. She gazed up at him adoringly.
“Please… Please take off my clothes, Master.”
“Of course,” Orfeo crooned as he retracted his hand from her chin and she let out a little whine of protest. Her eyes were completely unfocused and her eyebrows were knit in desire. She looked disheveled. Her bun had fallen into disarray from her movement and her clothes were wet from her drool. He reached for her hair first, ignoring the burning heat in his groin as he did so, and undid her plaited bun. Her light gray hair came tumbling down, ending in luscious waves around her waist. Next, he unfastened her midnight blue cloak. Fumbling with the little gold buttons in excited anticipation, and through that to the ground.
She trembled before him now in only a white blouse and linen pants. He ripped the blouse and she arched her back and moaned as his hands brushed against her lace white bra.
“Take off the rest,” He ordered, his voice was husky with need. Her hands shot to her bra and she unfastened it and threw it to the floor. Her panties quickly followed suit. No sooner had the clothing left her body when Orfeo practically lunged at her, enveloping her mouth in a hungry kiss with his hands cupping her cheeks.
Lyrei let out a low moan as heat pooled in her belly. Her entire body was on fire. She felt like she was going to explode. He detached from her lips but she threw her arms around his head, pulling their mouths together once more. He could hear her chuckle against her lips and the sound reverberated through her. It sent a chill down her spine and made her shiver. Her hands clenched his hair as he bit her lip and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She mewled into him, attempting to buck her hips but failing as he straddled her. His hands wandered down her body as he kissed her. He grazed the valley of her breasts and she mewled into his lips.
Orfeo parted their lips. A line of saliva linked them momentarily before it broke. She whined again, trying to raise her head and kiss him again but she was weighed down. He ran a hand against her cheek and watched her eyes cloud over as she leaned into his touch.
He studied her desperate figure. Watched the way her lily-white breasts heaved as she let out soft pants like a gentle litany. Her hair was askew around her face, framing her like a halo. And the silvery strands caught in the firelight, casting her in an ethereal glow. She looked like an angel fallen. He grinned, all the more fitting she had fallen into his clutches, then.
He squeezed both her breasts and her head fell backwards, bumping against the dark wood of the chaise, as she moaned. He lowered himself back onto her, this time onto her right breast as his hand went to cup and knead her left. Lyrei was practically convulsing under him. Her hands tiny hands gripping and pulling on his hair as his teeth grazed her nipple and his fingers pinched her other one.
“Please, please,” He heard her whisper above him. She sounded dazed, completely faraway. He grinned into her tits, his free hand slowly tracing the path down her navel to her inner thigh. Her pants were getting heavier, her moans getting loader and more desperate, as he got closer to her pussy. He pinched a spot on her inner thigh only a few centimeters from her entrance and she squealed, thrashing her thighs as far as she could with the weight of his body on her.
“Stop it,” He commanded and he watched her eyes widen for a moment and her movements slow. Her sighs were soaking wet, and the folds of her pussy glittered as her juices caught the light. He ran a hand over her folds and she convulsed under him, her head thrown back as a long moan tumbled out of her mouth. Her hips bucked under him wildly.
Lyrei could feel the well of heating building in her. She couldn’t think at all anymore. Her mind was hot, her brain was hot, her whole body. Everything was pure, red heat. She could feel herself thrashing against him. She was loosely aware of her limbs moving in wild directions and sounds flowing from her mouth like honey. His dangerous fingers had moved from running over her folds to circling her clit. Round and round they went and as he continued she could feel the heat rise in her until she felt like she was about to burst. She readied herself for a release but it never came. His hands had left her pus
Her eyes snapped open and for a moment she was overwhelmed with dizziness as her mind was overwhelmed with sight. It took her a moment to focus and for her eyes to zero in on Orfeo, who was smirking at her with mischief. She couldn’t bring herself to speak and instead whined, bucking her hips as if to invite him forward.
He let out a low laugh,” Do you have something to say?” He said, grinning.
She kept eye contact for a moment, focusing on steadying her breathing, before finally mustering,” Why did you stop?” At the look of agitation that flashed over his face she hastily added,” Master.”
His look softened and he ran a hand through her hair. She sighed happily as a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. “I want to take this upstairs, follow me.’
Orfeo abruptly got up and waited a moment for Lyrei to scramble to her feet before leading her upwards. The staircase was long and spiraling. And Orfeo past several floors before reaching the highest floor where the master bedroom was located.
They entered the bedroom, which was half the size of the floor and was a large half-circle. The bed was on a raised platform. It was a large four-poster with intricately embroidered deep burgundy bedding and translucent maroon drapery. It face a circular wall made entirely of windows through which almost the entirety of the Deadwood could be seen. It too was dotted with several chairs and richly patterned rugs.
But Lyrei didn’t have any time to admire the scenery or the decor as she was thrown onto the bed, which she fell on with a squeal. And once again Orfeo was upon her.
But this time his mouth was on her clit. His large hands pushing her legs wide apart as his tongue invaded her folds. Immediately, Lyrei felt all of the warmth that had begun to escape her return with full, mind-numbing force. Only this time it felt even stronger.
She let out a high pitched whine as she pulled on Orfeo’s abundant dark hair. Her body seemed to be moving up and down on its own accord, its desperate bid to entice Orfeo, to get him to take his tongue deeper. to increase the pleasure she already couldn’t bare.
And somehow, he did. Orfeo’s tongue slithered its way to her clit and began circling it with hungry precision. She screamed as her head fell back upon his abundant pillows. His teeth grazed her teeth and she felt like she would once again burst. The heat inside her was unbearable. She felt that if someone were to cut her open she would explode in light. Time ceased to exist as the pleasure grew within her. She felt the pleasure like water behind a dam. And as Orfeo continued his assault it only grew.
He pulled away again and she let out a desperate whine. Now far past the point where she could use her words, where she could even process who she was or what she was besides a being of molten heat. But this time, before she could begin to gather herself she felt him thrust into her.
Orfeo watched her eyes open in surprise as her mouth parted into a pretty “O” before she once again drowned in her bodies need. He could barely contain himself. He had meant to edge her on for longer but his dick was so hard he thought it would burst. As he thrust in and out of her he let out a growl of need as the warm walls of her pussy clenched around his dick. She felt so good. He thrusted deeper and deeper until her was on the cusp of a release. And he could sense she was too, judging by the way her body quivered under him.
With one final thrust he went as deep into her pussy as he could and with a shriek she came. Her head bent back with such force for a moment he was worried she had hurt herself but then her continued moans as she screamed into the pillow alerting him that that was not the case. It only took him a few moments for him to follow. His cum swelling up inside of him and then bursting. He moaned as he felt his cum squirt out of him and fill her pussy full of him, marking her as his. She was panting, and so was her, as he slid his now satisfied dick out of her pussy.
Orfeo sat beside her. He moved the hair that had clung to her forehead in sweat back into place. She was covered in a mixture of her sweat and his juices. Her cheeks were bright pink and she looked at him with desire.
“Do you take aniseed tea?”
Aniseed was a leaf that, when taken in a tea, could prevent pregnancy.
She sighed,” No, Master,” She said softly and moved to rest her head on his lap. He gently ran his fingers through her long, silvery hair and she let out a soft sound of pleasure as she closed her eyes and her breathing steadied.
He gazed out into the Deadwood as he felt her fall asleep under him. He had some aniseed in his potions cabinet. He would give her some when she had awoken. There was no rush. And plus, he thought as he yawned and stretched his arms above him, he could use some rest too.
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It took Lyrei a moment to gather herself as she awoke. She felt like she was on a cloud. It took her a moment to realize she was tucked safely under a blanket. The sheets were so soft and the pillow felt like it was made of air.
What had happened? She had a dull headache, but otherwise she felt fine. She rubbed her eyes from sleep and rose to find herself in a lushly decorated bedroom. From the windows across from her she could see the Deadwood sprawling forward. It was night, judging by the inky color of the sky and the ferocity of the stars as they twinkled she guessed it was around midnight, or perhaps very early morning.
Where was she? The last thing she remembered was stumbling upon a mage’s tower and thinking it would be a good place for shelter. She did another survey of her surroundings as understanding dawned on her and a small smile played on her lips. Well, I guess that’s where she was. She let out a sigh as a weight she didn’t know she was carrying was lifted off her shoulders. So she was safe. No foul play. Odd she couldn’t remember anything else but she could chalk that up to her being exhausted easily enough.
Lyrei felt suitably refreshed so she decided to wander around the tower now with her alert mind. She felt a thrill of excitement at her adventure. She couldn’t believe she had done this. When the sun was up she would be safe and not only would she have her money to pay for her apprenticeship but she would have survived a night in the Deadwood.
She nimbly hopped out of the bed and made her way to a small hallway outside of the bedroom. The first door she opened was a grand walk in closet. She grazed the clothing to see elegant dress that looked like it was for a man and a woman. The style seemed to be about a century old. A thrill ran through her, that would place the wearers of these clothing right to around the time the Deadwood was evacuated! She wondered who these people were.
She went deeper into the wardrobe and stumbled upon a chest of jewelry. Lyrei gasped in wonder as she opened the ornate box to be greeted with what seemed like hundreds of shimmering gemstones. Forget Void Sanguinary, she probably could have gotten rich looting these old mage towers. It felt strange to disturb the belongings of people long since dead. But she decided to take a dainty sapphire and pearl pendant anyway, just as a souvenir, and she laced it around her neck.
Lyrei moved to the next room and that’s where she froze. It was a bathroom, and she was staring at herself in a full length mirror.
When had she gotten naked?
She rushed to the sink and stared at herself. What had… happened? Not only was she naked but her gray hair was wild and out of its neat plaited bun, which she almost never took it out of. How had this happened? With a chill, another thought entered her mind: Who was she here with?
As if her thought had summoned an answer Lyrei heard a voice at the door. “Little elf? Are you done yet?” It was a man’s voice, in a soothing low timber. She remembered him vaguely, Orfeo. Meeting him seemed more like a dream than a memory.
She didn’t know what to say, she had to get out of here. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her breathing shallow. She had to control herself. Everything would be alright. She could escape this. She could get out of here.
“A-almost,” Lyrei stuttered out. Fuck, she didn’t sound convincing. The silence on the other end was deafening.
Suddenly the door swung open and Lyrei jumped backward. The man before her was staring at her with narrowed eyes. Lyrei drunk in his appearance quickly, black eyes, black horns.
The monster of Deadwood.
Her heart dropped in her chest. This was him. This was the reason the Deadwood was evacuated. This man, this monster, was so dangerous the whole forest was under lockdown. And he was standing above her, towering over her, glaring.
Lyrei had to think fast, this was a demon of unknown properties. All people knew about him were his eyes were dangerous. There was folklore about him, lullabies mothers would sing to their children in hushed warning.
She saw an opening from the door behind her. On instinct she lunged past him, running through the hallway and down the staircase with the speed only an elf could muster.
Only an elf, and maybe also a demon, as it didn’t take long for Orfeo to catch up. Her blood was rushing to her ears, the pounding made it hard to listen to his footsteps but she could tell he was slowly getting closer.
She tried to focus herself, tried to keep her mind clear and only focus on her escape. She ran down several flights and they were soon on the main floor. Lyrei could see the door, it was just in reach.
Orfeo lunged and gripped her legs, pulling her backwards. She fell down to the marble floor with a thud. She shrieked, crawling forward towards the entrance to the tower as fast as she could. She was almost there, she had almost made it.
With supernatural speed, Orfeo appeared by the door, blocking her way out.
“No, no please,” Lyrei begged, she could feel tears springing in her eyes. She tried to get up but there was a stabbing pain in her arm from the force of the fall and she collapsed back onto the floor. The tears turned to sobs as he began to step forward. He was taking his time. He knew escape was futile and so did she. She stayed a pitiful heap on the floor. Her small body shivering in fear and her doe eyes wide.
He glowered as he continued to move towards her and she slowly crawled backwards. “Please, please, I’m begging you.” Her tears had turned into sobs and even though they obstructed her vision she could still see him approaching. “I-I just want to pay my Master, I just want to finish learning to make potions.”
This seemed to rouse him,” I am your Master.” His voice was dangerously low. Her eyes widened as her breath left her lungs. What was she meant to say to that?
Lyrei realized she was out of time as she bumped into the wall. She about to beg one final time but Orfeo pulled her upwards before roughly gripping her chin and forcing her to stare into his eyes. “Plea…” The plea died on her lips as her tears stopped flowing and her expression went blank.
Orfeo exerted all his magical energy into his eyes. Once he had her placated, he would be sure she would never escape again. He was angry. Not at her, but at himself, for not doing a finer job. He would not make that mistake again. She stumbled forward guided by his pulsing magic. It seemed to envelope her and dull he His eyes were so big and black, like endless pools.
She was vaguely aware of him speaking, and of him guiding her forward from her chin. But nothing mattered but his eyes and their endlessness.
“It was a mistake not to fully numb your mind,” Orfeo was saying,” I thought it would take too much effort to remake you,” He led her to sit at the chaise from before, her clothing was still strewn about,” But now I see,” He opened her mouth and grabbed the crystal bowl of berries and scooped up a handful. He filled her mouth full of berries until her cheeks were full. Emptying the entire bowl before pushing her jaw shut and directing her to swallow. As he watched the Void Sanguinary overdose take effect, her eyes growing dull as she sunk into the chaise with her face twisted into a large grin, he smiled. “I have all the time in the world.”
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Her Master would awake with the night. This meant she had the whole day to clean the tower, to prepare her meals, and to prepare herself for his awakening. He liked her to dress up and to make herself pretty. Thankfully, she had reign of the entire lady of the house’s wardrobe. The one thing she could never take off was her color of sapphire and pearl. Master said he had enchanted it so it linked her life and his. As long as she wore it, she would remain immortal just like her Master.
She toyed with the pendant with one hand, another plunging into her wet pussy, and sighed. Her Master was so wonderful and so thoughtful. She couldn’t remember a time before him, and she didn’t want to. As far as she was concerned, she had spent her whole life in service to him and that was how it always should be. She gazed out the window, the sun was just at the end of the horizon and she was all ready. She was dressed in some silk lingerie from her wardrobe, and it’s deep blue hue made her skin shimmer.
She had begun to pant as she edged herself, making sure to keep herself on the cusp of release so her Master could do it when he awoke, just like he liked to. But it was always so hard. She let out a soft whine, careful not to wake him, as the heat built inside of her.
The final rays of sun bled out of the horizon and she let from her place and scurried upstairs to her Master. She could barely keep herself from breaking out into a wild grin.
She opened the door to his chambers and bowed her head.
“Good evening,” She shivered as her Master’s smooth voice reverberated through her. And she rushed to his bed as she basked in the glow of his affection.
sy.
THE END