0 comments/ 5248 views/ 4 favorites Darkness Blessed Seductions Ch. 01 By: FyreDancer PROLOGUE: **A room with hand laid flooring and rock walls is lit with torches in wall sconces, casting just enough light to see the beautiful handcrafted equipment and toys, laid throughout the room. In the center of the room, on plush red velvet cushions, kneels a naked girl. Her head is bowed, eyes cast down in obedience. Her long red hair is tightly braided, two tails laying over her shoulders, falling just below her breasts. Her wrists and ankles are bound in fur lined, steel shackles. Around her throat lays a stainless steel Turian collar, a single 'D' ring hanging from the front. The only other decoration on her nude form was black metal clamps, attached to her pert nipples, with a small connecting chain hanging between her breasts. The flames dancing round the room cast splintered shadows upon her pale flesh revealing the slow, gentle rising of her chest as she awaits her new Lord's arrival and his pleasures, if he wishes it. A tall, handsome, creature of the night, eyes like a winter's storm and hair flowing black and silver down the length of his form, stood at the doorway. In fitted black pants, knee high leather boots and a midnight blue silk shirt with antique sterling buttons, he seemed made for the room he was entering. He'd been there before, and had his pleasure there many a time before as well. But, the creature awaiting him was unlike any other he'd ever tried to conquer or claim. If he was to have his pleasure this night, he would have to break her to his will, his wants, his needs, and his desires.** Chapter One The Lord walked down the wide stone steps, running leather clad hands lovingly along the cold stone walls. The anticipation of this night had been driving him wild for days. Now that it had finally come. He was anxious and desperate to have his needs fulfilled. But, he knew if he pushed this one too hard, too fast, he would never truly have her for himself. As he walked to meet his prize, he forced his mind and body to stillness and a quiet focus. Though he never made a sound as he entered, she knew he was there. She could taste his presence on the air, yet she didn't dare look up to see this Lord. This creature, this man, she had been given to. She knew it was her duty to please him, but the fire in her soul would not allow her to submit willingly, no matter the consequences. He stood in the entryway to the room and took in the view. The girl was everything he had hoped for and more. The pictures he had of her in his mind (the ones that had haunted his every waking hour... even his dreams), did not do justice to the sight before him. In the center of the room, she knelt, just the way he had wanted her. In the confines of that stone room, with tools of his trade that he loved dearly. The room held a solid oak Saint Andrews cross, with attachment points every few inches along its inner and outer edges. Just beyond stood a hand crafted piece of art, a leather covered, padded spanking bench. Almost in a line of sight with the girl was full suspension rig, with spare ropes galore. At the back of the room, hidden from view behind black and red velvet curtains, lay a giant, canopied four poster bed. On the other wall hung, hook upon hook of multiple toys and instruments. From soft furs and heavy wooden paddles, to basic floggers, metal studded cat-o-nines, metal gauntlets that ended in needle sharp finger tips and gloves of the softest furs available. Anything he could want was at his fingertips here. And then, there were the true playthings; assorted blades in various designs, sizes, and sharpness, gags and blindfolds, cuffs and clamps, and the incredibly unique 'insertable' toys he'd acquired over the years. Yes, this was exactly as he had imagined for this night. Everything was going according to plan. Entering the room silently, he came up behind the girl and, without turning her to face him, gently raised her from her knees and guided her to stand before him. Taking her hands, one at a time, he raised her arms above her head and attached them to a rigging in the ceiling. Once her wrists were securely attached, he pressed a button and began to raise her up. Her long form stretched slowly, until she was barely balanced on the balls and toes of her feet. Taking first one ankle and then the other, he pulled her legs apart and locked the cuffs around her ankles into heavy bolts, set in the floor to either side of her. This immobilized her and, effectively, exposed her entire body to him. Through all of this, she silently obeyed and never made a sound, always keeping her eyes averted. He ran his leather clad hands down her arms, across her ribs, her hips to her thighs and calves, then back up the inside of her legs, almost caressing the edge of her downy core. He continued upwards, across hips, stomach and her ample breasts, gently teasing the nipples in their clamps. Finally, his hands swept over her shoulders and to her throat, where he rested his hands. He stepped close, his chest to her back, her ass pressed into his groin. He placed his face just over the pulse in her throat and breathed deeply of her unique scent. Flicking his tongue lightly over the pulse there got the first real response from her. As his tongue flicked, she shuddered involuntarily in her bonds. The wet, slick heat of his tongue felt so amazing on her flesh that, unbidden, thoughts of his tongue in other, more intimate places, made her tremble and almost squirm. Seeing her reaction to such a small thing made him smile in delight. This night, and every night after, she would be his. He knew, even if she didn't, that she wanted and craved him as much as he did her. He stepped back so the only part touching her was his hand on her throat. Trembling from the sudden lack of sensation she began to panic. Her mind began to wander to thoughts of the things that might await her. He breathed in the taste of her once again, savoring the smell of sweet flesh and the dark liquid flowing just beneath its surface. Holding her in place with his hand, he bit down over the pulse, slowly adding pressure until blood began to rush into his mouth. The sweet taste, like copper pennies on his eager tongue, overwhelmed him, and he began to drink deeply. (stay tuned for the next chapter) Darkness Blessed Seductions Ch. 02-03 Chapter Two: As he bit into her throat, she melted from her core outward. Every thought of resistance fled her mind as the smell of her own blood and the sensations assaulted her. She suddenly found, in herself, needs and cravings of attentions, things she'd never thought she would allow herself to feel. What kind of powers must this daemon possess to weaken her so easily? Pulling back from her, her blood staining his lips, he walked to the wall of equipment and took down a medium weight flogger. Stepping back to stand behind her, yet not allowing her to get a good look at him, he whispered quietly," Tell me, little one, do you like pain? Will you cry for me, moan for me, whimper and beg? How strong is your resolve? I know you are mine. Before the night is over, you will be unable to deny the truth of my words." He pulled back and swung the flogger with a heavy hand, cascading the falls into her shoulder, making her rock with the hit, a moan of pleasure and delight escaping her. Without pause, he rained hits down on her shoulders, back, ass and thighs. Constantly rotating where he hit, she was unable to adjust to the rhythm and feel of the flogger. He warmed her entire backside until it glowed in an evenly heated red. With each strike, her body rocked forward and she cried out and moaned softly. With every sound that escaped her, he was driven further into a frenzy of lust and need, unlike any he had ever known before. Happy with the even markings on her body, he stopped his swings and admired the beginning of his night's work. Reaching to the side, he grabbed a pair of soft fur gloves and traded them for his leather ones. He ran his hands across the bright red welts, feeling the heat left in the wake of his heavy swings. His touch made her shiver and sigh in delight at the sudden change of tactics. To go from heavy, solid hits to something as light as air, was beyond anything she'd expected. As the fur slid along the back of her body she began to relax, slow her breathing and simply enjoy the moment. He watched her as she calmed and relaxed at his touch, feeling her skin beginning to cool. He looked to his wall of toys, trying to decide which implement of fun he wanted next. He didn't want to let her get too complacent. He wanted to break her, to take her and make her his. He must work her carefully or lose her forever. This was a desperate fight, indeed. He walked away from her again, taking off the fur gloves as he came to the wall, and pulled down one of his favorite pieces. Wanting to see the look in her eyes when she saw this particular item, he walked around to face her. Chapter Three Even with eyes cast down and body stretched out, exposed before him, he could see the look of defiance in her face and the tension of her muscles. Smiling, he looked at her, holding the item before him at eye level, so that she would have to meet his gaze, to begin to comprehend what was to come. "Look at me, little one. I know you want to. I know you can't help yourself. Look upon your new master. I know that, right now, there's nothing else in this world you crave more than to look me in the eyes. Look me in the face and show me your defiance."   He stood just far enough away to give her a full look at him and the item in his hand. Slowly, she looked up from the floor, taking in his knee high boots, his tightly clad legs, then up to his swelling manhood, entrapped within the cloth surrounding his body. Her gaze continued up to his stomach and chest, clad in the dark blue silk with silver buttons and, finally, up to meet his eyes. As their eyes met for the first time, it felt like a shock of pure electricity arcing between them, as the stormy winter of his eyes flashed in response to the blue- green oceanic orbs before him. For a breathless moment, the only thing either could comprehend was the power of the other's eyes. After what seemed an eternity, but was only the passing of mere heartbeats, she looked to his hand and gasped in shock and excitement when she realized what was in store for her. In spite of himself, he smiled evilly as she gasped. Watching her for a moment longer, he strode around her, stood behind her and asked, quietly, "Did you like what you saw, little one? Did it, please you? Do you believe me yet? Are you willing to give yourself to me?" Just the sound of his deep, velvet voice made her body tighten. As he asked each question she trembled at the feel of the words sinking into her essence. It almost boiled her blood with a need so powerful that the force of it would have doubled her over, had she not been firmly bound in place. Instead, she felt a desperate moan escape her lips, followed by a muffled scream of frustration at her own weaknesses. In his grasp he held a very unique piece of work, a long black leather flogger, strung with lengths of barbed-wire leather strands. It would feel like nothing she had ever experienced. It was a heavier piece of work and would be extremely thuddy. At the same time the, barbed strands would sting, burn, and, with enough force, even cut. It would be a total shock to the senses and, he was certain, would bring forth a delicious chorus of uncontrolled forced noises. Standing just far enough away from her body to land the hits the way he wanted, he started his first swing with just enough force to let her know he had begun again. The first hit barely grazed across her shoulders and back, but even that light touch caused her back to burn a little. The next few hits began to pick up in speed and power, until he was hitting her with as much force as he could without actually damaging her flesh, beyond the inevitable welts and minor scratches. With each hit, her moans became whimpers, then cries, shouts and screams, at last becoming expletives that would make even the most salted sailor run blushing. He continued anyway, trying not to laugh in pleasure at the incredible depth of her curses. Keeping a continual, fluid pace and rhythm, he worked her over until the edges of bruising and actual cuts begin to show. As he landed his final blow, with twice the force of those before, a growling stream of profanity poured forth from the girl. Even though she was swearing at him and damning everyone in his ancestry, he knew she had enjoyed herself. The scent of her body, the quivering of her limbs as she fought to control herself, the rapid rise and fall of her chest and shoulders as she tried to slow and calm her breathing, only succeeded in furthering acknowledging that pleasure. Gently caressing the back of her body with the lightest of touches, making her quiver and squirm, he reveled in the responses even the simplest touch elicited from her. He applied just the slightest edge of pressure as he glided along her body, memorizing of each welt and cut and the sweet sounds of her cries and whimpers. With a streak of pure sadism he bent down and licked a hot, wet trail up her spine, then raked his nails, hard and fast, down her back, ass and thighs. Her body bent forward, trying desperately to escape his touch. She screamed out as his nails shredded through her sensitive flesh. Gods above and below! She could hardly control herself. It's all she could do not to just break down in tears as he worked her over. She couldn't control her responses. She hated herself for being so weak in front him. With every hit that landed upon her body she'd found herself more and more willing to simply submit to him, to give herself over to him. Still she fought. But, even though she might never admit it out loud, she had greatly enjoyed herself, and couldn't wait for the night to continue. Darkness Blessed Seductions Ch. 04-05 Chapter Four: Drowning in the scent and taste of her, he needed to step away, just to keep from ravishing her then and there. Needing to feed his desires to break her completely, before finally taking and making her his, he turned to examine the racks on the wall again. Within seconds, he spotted exactly what he wanted and smiled wickedly to himself. Feeling him leave, she tried to calm herself. Her body felt as if it would turn to ash where she hung. Her backside burned like a torch, while her entire body burned with need and desire. Everything that he had done had only driven her closer and closer to the edge of breaking. She had always been able to take much damage and had never allowed it to get to her in any way. Until now, she had always been able to take the punishments and abuse that was another's pleasure and simply shrug it off. But this night, everything felt different. She knew that if he pushed her much further she may indeed belong to him. The dull glint off the metal of the 'chain mail' flogger caught her eyes, as he came around to face her. Her eyes widened and pulse raced as she saw the solid metal links of chain, swinging lightly from his hand. Twitching reflexively, her mind tried to think where, in Hell's name, he planned to use that evil looking thing on her. Her already rock-hard nipples tightened further and she moaned in response. He stood, taking in the picture before him. The sparkle of perspiration along her body. The quickness of her pulse, racing just beneath her pale flesh. The color and stiffness of her nipples in their clamps. The moist glistening of her satiny folds and her painfully extended limbs showing off every inch of creamy skin. The rise and fall of her chest and shoulders, setting the chain between her breasts swaying gently. Stepping forward he reached out and flicked both nipples simultaneously, making her entire body thrum with an intense shock. She snapped back, choking screams escaping her as he did it, again and again. Each harsh touch sent shocks through her, centering in a knot between her thighs, and she cried out as he continued. Suddenly, he pulled both clamps free and smacked his palms down on her throbbing nipples. As his hands connected with her flesh, she screamed even louder. She tried to choke back the sensations of both pain and pleasure as heat poured through her body in ways she had never experienced. Striking her again, he raised welts across her breast. Again he struck her, leaving the outline of each hand on her chest. He stepped back and reached for the 'chain mail' at his side. He lightly flicked the device across the tips of her dark nipples. Her eyes widened in shock and she bit back curses on the tip of her tongue. She was sure there was more to come and was determined to hold on to her quickly diminishing control. Unlike most floggers this one took a very precise and practiced hand. One strike in the wrong area could cause severe, perhaps irreparable damage. A single strike landed too heavily would render the target naught but shreds. With a gentle, yet cruel touch, he began to work her chest and the soft skin of her stomach. Taking his time to land each hit precisely where he wanted, so the lengths of linked chain splayed fully across each breast and nipple, he started to leave an intricate pattern of stripes and bruising. Waiting for the full effect each strikes to course through her before drawing back for the next hit, allowed him the sadistic pleasure of watching her perfect facade of control slip away into nothingness. She cried out as the strikes continued. Her body sung like a tuning fork every time the chains caressed her breasts or stomach. It was harsh, almost brutal, as if the links themselves were trying to cling to her and tear her apart. As another hit connected, she felt herself begin to fracture around the edges, and silent tears began to course down her face to fall and cool upon her breasts. She cried out to him again as another crushing hit cascaded into her. "Gods! Please! Enough! Please! Anything but this!" She begged him. Smiling he stopped mid-swing and hooked the device back onto his belt. He looked at her, seeing the tears and the sheer panic in her eyes. "Please?" he whispered softly, "Please what, little one? Enough, you say? What makes you think I'll heed your pleading? Anything, you say? And have you thought what 'anything' might entail?" Hearing her desperate pleas thrown back in her face, she realized how badly she had lost control. A deep, crimson blush painted her cheeks. She dropped her gaze to the floor, as her years of experience had taught her do, to help slow her breathing and heart rate, and calm her mind. Scrambling to make amends for her obvious lack of control and protocol, she begged, "My Lord, please, I beg of you? Please, my Lord? That was completely inexcusable and I know I had no right beg of your mercy now. I know that. I, of course, understand if you wish to be done with me now. But please my Lord, please, give me another chance to prove myself. I know that I can please you!" She knew she was his. All he needed to do was claim his prize. But, a part of her still fought the obvious and raged at her acquiescence. Turning his back on her, so as not to reveal his glee at her reaction, he growled softly and walked to the wall, looking for his next instruments of torturous pleasure. He took down a plush, lined black leather blindfold and an assortment of paddles and came back to the girl. Laying the paddles to the side, just beyond her view, he stepped forward and slipped the blind fold over her eyes, turning her world into pure darkness. As the blindfold slipped over her eyes her body shuddered. Lack of sight had always been a fear for her. Not being able to see what was going on made her feel very vulnerable. Even when bound, she did not feel as inexplicably fragile as when she was unable to see her surroundings. In an unconscious gesture, she tried to pull her arms down, to remove the cover over her eyes. She heard herself whimper in sheer frustration. Smiling to himself, he watched her struggle, then took the remote control for the rigging she was attached to and began to, slowly, lower her arms and body, allowing the muscles to adjust to their new found freedom. Once she was low enough to rest on her feet, he released the latches at her ankles and carefully moved her legs so that they were straight once again. After being held in such a tight position for so long, being released caused her to cry out. The increasing blood flow into her limbs was an almost shocking sensation. As he massaged her feet and legs to help the muscles relax, she began to wonder if he had had his fun with her so quickly. Then, she began to wonder if she'd done something to displease him. She was afraid to speak again without permission, so she silently kept her racing thoughts to herself.   After making sure she could support her own weight again, he lowered her wrists, until he could release them as well. He went about massaging her arms, ensuring the circulation and blood flow into her limbs. Even with the blindfold on her he could see the silent tears rolling down her face. He noticed the slight shuddering in her limbs as he touched her and the way she gently bit her lower lip, as though she was fighting the urge to say something. Chapter Five: He walked behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders, "Kneel my pet, down on your hands and knees. Go where I lead you. Crawl slowly forward until I tell you to stop." Slowly she lowered herself to the floor, balancing on knees and palms. At his command, she began to crawl forward. To say she simply crawled would be akin to saying a great cat simply walks. She moved with a liquid grace, unlike anything he had ever seen. Each movement precise and fluid, every part of her begging to be admired, yet warning of impending danger, should one get too close. Watching her crawl towards him, the erotic sway of breasts and hips made him painfully hard. He approached the padded bench and commanded, "Now, stop there and stand with your head up and hands at your side. Yes, that's it. Wait there." He left her standing at the foot of the bench and went to retrieve the paddles. Taking her hands, he pulled her forward across the bench until her stomach was flat along its raised center and locked her wrists into attachment points at the other end of the bench. Then, he spread her legs to the pads on either side of the bench, so that her weight rested on her knees and calves, raising her ass high and exposing her glistening nether parts. He patted her on the ass and grabbed a light weight, flexible, but, thick paddle of red dyed buffalo hide. The paddle was almost 8 inches wide and 18 inches long. He swung back slightly and brought the paddle forward with a soft whoosh of air and an audible snap as it rapped across her raised cheeks. With the shock of the burning impact her head snapped up and she bit back a shout. Her entire backside felt as if someone had burned it. The lack of vision only increased her awareness of the sensations searing into her. Before she could fully appreciate the gentleness of the first blow the next one crashed down. Each continuing strike landed with increasing speed and force. As they continued, the girl began to cry out more and more frequently. It seemed to him she was fighting her natural responses and he didn't want her to hold back in anyway. With that thought he set the paddle aside and took off his gloves. His deep voice chilled her as he said, "I think that you may need something a little more personal and intimate. Perhaps you need the feel of flesh to push you over that edge of control you seem to be clinging so tightly to. I suppose I shall simply have to test my theory." Placing a hand on each buttock he slowly began to press down with his fingertips, digging his nails in a little bit at time, until she moaned softly. Pulling back, he smacked both hands down into the marks he had just left. Again, he struck her flesh as he had her breasts, until the marks of his hands began to leave well formed welts. With every strike of flesh on flesh, she fought her need to cry out. Instead, her cries came out as muffled moans of pleasure and need. Every strike made her core hotter and hotter, until she felt like she would burst. With a final strike that practically rocked the frame, she screamed out wordlessly and collapsed back onto the bench, unable to do more than try and catch her breath. Darkness Blessed Seductions Ch. 06-08 Chapter Six: As her screams echoed through the room, her body went limp. He began to release her wrists and ankles, allowing her body to relax for a moment. He reached into a small, concealed compartment and produced a soothing salve to cool her body. He rubbed the salve between his hands to warm it, and then started at her shoulders and arms, working the ointment into sore muscles and tender flesh. She could feel his hands as they worked along her body, his expert touch taking her aching body into a state of relaxation and calm. She sighed in pleasure as he worked his way down her body, releasing all the tension that had built up from the start of the evening. The calming effect of the firm, but gentle touch and the warm slave began to put her in a state of pure bliss. Even though the areas he was working were sore, his touch felt amazing. She wanted him to never stop. He worked his way down the entire length of her body, trying to take in every inch of pale perfection and commit it to memory. When he finished, he grabbed a warm, damp towel and wiped his hands clean to remove the salve completely from his skin. For what he planned next, he wanted to make sure his hands were very clean, indeed. Sliding the two middle fingers of his right hand into his mouth to moisten them, he reached forward and gently inserted his fingers deeply inside her. Feeling the burning, hot dampness there, he pushed as deep as he could go and began to flick his fingers, with lightning quickness, over the spot just above her pubic bone. His reaching digits found purchase and began their work. She writhed on the bench, pushing back onto his hand, crying out in soft moans of need. She knew that her control was gone and didn't want him to stop. But still, she struggled within herself. "Oh no, stop!" she wanted to say. But in truth, she wanted much more. If he continued this way, she was sure sheer frustration would win out over her desire to keep herself in check. That her body responded so quickly to his touch pleased him, but he didn't want to go too fast. He wanted to make this last. She was tight, hot, and very, very wet. He was afraid of damaging her if he went too fast. To do what he wanted with her, he'd need to slowly and gradually work her up to it. "I am going to ask you something and you must answer me truthfully, little one. Do you want this? Or I should I stop? I give you this choice here and now. I will leave you for the night if you don't wish me to continue. But, if you want this, then you must say so now, and deal with the consequences of your choice. What say you my pet? Do we part ways here, or do we continue on into the night?" Without thought she rose up into a half propped position and smiled coyly at where she was sure he stood. She fought the urge to take off the blindfold and look at him, if only to see the look on his face at this very moment. "My Liege, nothing would please me more than to continue this night until we are both fully sated in every way. I am yours, my Lord, to do with as you see fit. I can no longer deny the truth of your words. I am yours. Please my Lord, do not leave me like this. Do not leave me at all. I fear that if you leave, I shall wake and this shall all have been a dream. I do not want to dream this. I want to make it real. Yes, my Liege, Yes. I want this, I want you, and I want you to continue, no matter the consequences" Then she laid her head down and gave herself over to him completely. She no longer cared if she fought. She knew she wanted this, needed this, and craved this. This was simply the first time she had allowed herself to admit to these feelings. Was it so wrong to enjoy these things, especially if her pleasure meant his pleasure as well? Taking her at her word, he slid his fingers back into her. He worked until her body began to spasm around his fingers in its need for release. He pulled back out and let her body calm, smiling at her whimpers and soft moans of pleasure. When her body calmed, he slid an third finger into her, spreading her tightness open even further. Every time he felt her getting closer to a climax, he would pull away, wait for her to calm and then begin again. Each time, he worked her further and further open, making her more hot and wet with need, but never allowing her the full pleasure of true release. As he worked her body, her mind raced. No one had ever taken such time and care with her. She had simply assumed that, once he had her where he wanted her, he would do as all the rest had. But this slow and steady build up, never quite allowing release and yet still working her tight slit open at the same time. She didn't know how to take that. She couldn't help the whimpers, moans and soft cries of pleasure that escaped her. Nor could she help it if her hands unconsciously gripped the bench beneath her every time he brought her to that sweet edge of pleasure. Slipping his dripping wet fingers out of her fully relaxed body he reached for the oils beside the table and poured a small amount along the crease of her ass. He rubbed the oils onto his fingers then began massaging her tight anus. She tensed at his touch, but he whispered to her to relax and remember that she had willingly accepted the consequences of her choice. Slowly and gently, he eased a single finger into her. It was her first experience of this nature and she cried out in shock and pleasure. It felt so good, and yet everything she knew told her this was a violation of her body. She should not be enjoying this taboo thing, but how could she not, when it felt this amazing? He worked her further open, adding more oils and then another finger. Just like before, he took his time and worked her further and further until her body readily accepted his touches. As he worked, her quiet moans and whimpers became full-out cries of pleasure, even begging. Every sound she made, every writhing movement of her body, only served to make him harder with need. Chapter Seven: Stepping away, he wiped his hands on a warm damp towel and brought her to stand at the foot of the bench again. Leaving her there, he went to the curtained portion of the room and drew back the curtains. One by one, he began to light the jasmine scented candles scattered around the bedroom area, giving it a warm glow in which to enjoy the show that was about to take place. Keeping her blindfolded, he led her to edge of the room, facing the "stage" there. He reached from behind her and uncovered her eyes, delighting in the gasp that escaped her lips. Walking to the foot of the bed he beckoned her to stand in front of him. "Now my pet, you will undress me and you will do so properly or you shall taste my displeasure. Nod your head once if you understand what has been asked of you." She nodded her assent and, placing her hands behind her, leaned forward to skillfully undo the antique buttons of his shirt. She worked carefully, barely brushing against the fabric but still manipulating the fastenings to quickly expose the flat planes of his chest and stomach. Then with a streak of pure spite she licked a hot, wet streak down the center of his torso, only stopping long enough to flick her tongue in and out of his navel, then continued down, licking along the very top edge of his waistline. Her impulsive actions almost angered. But in truth, there was a part of him that was amused at her zeal and her fighting spirit. Instead of reprimanding her, he allowed her to continue and waited to see what she would do with his lax reaction. When he didn't stop her she smiled softly to herself, dropped to her knees, and began to pull apart the buttons of his tight-fitting pants. She wrapped her mouth around the cool metal fastenings and worked the closures one at a time, savoring the taste of the metal in her mouth and the smell of his flesh so very close to her. As the last fastening slipped open, his rigid flesh was barely contained by the cloth, straining to hold him captive. Finishing she sat back on her ankles, hands resting palm up on her knees with perfectly straight posture and eyes downcast. He shook his head in amusement at her positioning and almost perfect skill. Reaching down he grabbed one of her braids and pulled her to stand and face him. Then he wrapped his hand around behind her neck and kissed her, forcefully. He pressed his mouth into hers so hard that she either had to open completely to him or be cut by her own teeth. As he licked and fed at her mouth, he felt her body's response. A deep growl erupted from him As he plunged his tongue into her mouth and fully tasted her, she tried not to show him how eager she was. She had been fighting not to respond to his unyielding hunger, until he emitted a spine shattering growl that ripped through her body and mind. Her body quaked in his grip, and she fought to keep her feet beneath her, to not drop before him. He pulled away from her and her knees cascaded to the floor as the room spun around her. He quickly reached forward to catch the girl before she hurt herself. He carried her over and laid her on the silken bed to recover, then stepped to the side to finish removing his clothing. As he finished undressing, he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breast, the way the light of the candle sparkled on the dampness between her slightly parted thighs and listened to the way she whimpered in her unconsciousness. Chapter Eight: Awakening, she realized that she lay, unbound, on a soft, plush surface. She opened her eyes to take in her surroundings and saw him kneeling on the bed beside her. His long thick shaft begged to be caressed...and used. She rolled to her hands and knees and took his scepter of flesh into her eager mouth. She worked her way down the length of him, extending her jaw to take all of him in, choking long before she reached the base, yet pushing further until her lips could caress the very root of him. Then, slowly, she worked her way back up, catching her breath as she went and flicking her tongue up the length of him and across the head. As she worked her way up, he sighed in sheer pleasure. As he reached to keep her going he stopped himself, realizing she didn't need even the most basic of direction. Instead, he reached down and ran his razor sharp nails across her back and down her spine. Her responding purr vibrated through her body, up her throat, and down the flesh in her mouth. Growling responsively he made her entire body writhe and the vibrations in her throat increased accordingly . He slid his long fingers along her neck and wrapped a hand around one of her braids. He pulled it tight against her scalp and tried to control his need to force himself into her mouth, harder and faster. She gasped, which made him arch his body and force himself further into her throat. She felt so hot and wet, wrapped around him like this. He couldn't wait to feel the rest of her body. With strength of will and pure effort, he pulled back on her hair and pulled his body from her reach. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, as wide as they would go. Kneeling in front of her he lifted her ass to rest on his thighs. The head of his rod rested against her glistening wetness. He leaned forward with his upper body to brace himself above her and slipped her legs over his shoulders. Her knees framed his face and he was poised to penetrate her with his velvet hardness. Then, leaning into her, he thrust his hips forcefully forward, plunging into her tight depth, reaching for the her very core. Panicking, heart racing and breath quickening, she knew this moment would come. But, even with all the work he'd done to prepare her, she was still afraid of what might happen when he finally took her fully. Without warning, she felt a sudden, overwhelming feeling of pressure, the slightest edge of pain, and the tightest stretching of her inner most parts ever. She gasped and almost screamed in shock, but before she could truly grasp the effect of this, her first sexual consummation, he was already working his flesh in and out of her in an even rhythm. With a hard edge of force he slowly worked himself in and out of her, luxuriating in the feel of her amazing tightness. At first, it seemed she was fighting the natural motion of their intertwined bodies, but then she started to raise her hips to meet him, her upward thrusts matching his in speed and force. Her cries of passion drove him to push her body down double upon itself, driving himself deeper into her. His hands found their way to her ample breasts. Using them as both a brace point and handhold, he began to take out his darkest sexual needs on her body. His hands, fingers, and nails dug deeply into the already abused flesh of her chest as he crashed into her time and again. She screamed and cried out, her body arched up to meet each violent thrust. Her nails raked bloody paths down her ass and outer thighs, then along her ribs to meet his hands and twine with them on her body. She began to quake and spasm. The muscles of her core contracted around him and her back snapped straight as the wave of her very first orgasm smashed through her entire being. Her nails ripped through the silken sheets, her body snapped in a high arc as her screams of pleasure ricocheted throughout the darkened dungeon. As her orgasmic spasms gripped him, he fought his body's own need for release. When she began to calm from her climax, he lifted himself, grabbed her by the hips, flipped her forward on her hands and knees and plowed his rigid cock into her again. He moved his hands from her hips, wrap her braids in his hand and pulled her head back, so as to better hear her screams and control the force of her responsive writhing. She cried out at the sudden change, smiling as the new position provided new, highly stimulating sensations, and ground her hips back into him as he forced himself deeper and deeper. Screaming prayers and profanities alike as the sensations overwhelmed her, any thoughts she might have clung to were blown away on the passionate storm winds of their ecstasy. Rotating his hips clockwise, he slid out of her and then entered again in counter clockwise motion. He managed to stroke his entire length along every sweet spot of pleasure of her inner walls. He ended his strokes as he crashed into the deepest part of her. Each inward thrust almost bruised in its force, as their bodies connected time and again. She could feel that amazing pressure building again. She began to fight her body, but the heat continued to build, her muscles began to tighten. hard and fast, and she felt as though she might burst if she didn't have release soon. He could feel her body building up to another explosive release. This time he was ready to join her. He pushed himself as deep as he could, pulled back on her hair forcing her up, off her hands, almost in line with his body. He leaned forward and growled deeply into her ear as he emptied himself, deep within her. He cried out, just as she screamed her release and cried out with him. Her body shook with aftershocks of pleasure as he slid out of her, lounging back on the pillows and the remains of shredded bed clothes. She collapsed onto her side, a look of bliss and pure contentment on her face. Darkness Blessed Seductions Ch. 09-10 Chapter Nine Reaching over, he ran a single finger down the center of her chest, across her stomach and down to her Venus mound. Slipping that single finger into her wetness, he flicked it across her swollen clit, and made her moan I pleasure. He brought the glistening finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. A look of shock and amazement crossed his face, only to be replaced with a most devious and almost evil smile. "Why didn't you tell me, pet? Had I known that I was your first. I would have taken you much easier than what we just did. Not that I am complaining. But, in truth you should have told me." She blushed a shade of scarlet so fierce she felt she would burst into flame. "If it pleases you, Sir, I didn't want to tell you. I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore. I feared that you would not be satisfied with me. I feared that my inexperience would make you turn away from me. Please do not be angry with me?" Laughing in spite of himself, he shook his head, still smiling. "Little one, in truth, I am not displeased with you in any way. Had it not been for the small taste of blood I got from tasting you just now, I would not have ever known of your sweet and innocent sacrifice to me. You have pleased m . Have no doubt in that. You have pleased me greatly." She hid her face in her hands, quietly shaking in the aftermath of her first experience. She had never known that the attentions of another could bring such joy and pleasure. She had always been used for their needs, never having her own met. Unexpectedly, she felt the sudden stinging heat of tears as they traced down her face. She wanted to tell him so much, and explain her ridiculous and childish reaction, but all she could do was try to show him how wonderful all this had been. Words themselves, even rational thought, had totally escaped her capacity. As he watched these changing emotions work through her mind and body, it was hard for him to tell where one started and the other stopped. One second she seemed to be absorbing everything. The next, she almost seemed in shock. Then without warning she, sat up, smiled at him shyly and began to unbraid her locks of crimson hair. As it came loose and fell around her body, she began to feel more at peace with herself. She always felt her hair was a shield of sorts, a piece of herself that kept her safe in some way. She crawled over to him, straddled his hips with his hardening cock pinned beneath her dripping wet core, and leaned down to flick her tongue along his nipple. Shuddering in pleasure as the girl ground her body into his, flicking her kittenish tongue along his nipple, he fought his need for control, allowing her to have her way. Her hair slid forward to embrace him in a cloud of jasmine scented warmth, effectively hiding her face and body from his view and not to allow him to see her next move. She flicked her tongue across his nipple again, then the other, just to feel his body react to her. She wanted to show him how much this night had meant to her. She would willingly give every part of herself to him. She knew that, no matter what happened after this night, she would never be the same. She would always belong to him in some way. She leaned into his chest and, hair fully covering her actions from sight, and put her face against the crease of his neck, breathing in his scent. The simple taste of male flesh, sweat, heat, and sex all came together in the most mouth watering aphrodisiac she had ever experienced. She didn't even think, before her instinctual reaction took her over. She bit down over the pulse in his throat, digging her fingers and nails deeply into his biceps, unconsciously trying to hold him in place. The taste of his life force flowing into her mouth snapped her back to the reality of the moment, just as his dark growl of pleasure and pain vibrated down her spine, making her even wetter than she had been. At first he'd thought she might just lick or possibly kiss him. He never thought she would actually bite him. In part, he really enjoyed the sensation of her sinking her sharp teeth into his flesh, the feel of her nails digging into his arms, the sudden wetness between her thighs and across his body. But he'd be damned if it didn't hurt and drive him into a pure frenzy at the same time. He shoved her up and back, ripping her claw like nails through the muscles of his arms, and pulled her mouth from his opened vein. He growled in pain, need, and frustration. His eyes sparked like lightening as he looked upon the girl, still straddling him and licking his blood off her mouth. Grabbing her by the wrists and wrapping one of his much larger hands around them, he slid his other hand between their bodies, poised his cock at her opening and shoved himself deeply inside. In a daze, she had tried to taste as much of him as possible, then felt him rip her away. Before she could adjust, he was buried to his hilt within her. Instinct and years of training flowed through her. She rocked her hips down and forward and then rose up slightly, leaning back, until just the head rested against her opening, then plunged down again. She threw herself into the moment with pure abandon, pleasuring herself with his body in a way she would never have dreamed of. Letting her hands fall, he began to rock his hips up to meet her downward thrust. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh drowned out all sound, even their screams and groans of passion. He ran his hands across her chest and ripped his nails harshly down her breast and stomach, leaving a warm wet trail in their wake. She ground into him, screaming, as she ripped her nails across her own body, echoing his actions. Her body over took and she screamed as a tidal wave of heat rushed through her, then poured out in a steaming hot flood. Not wanting to anger him, she took out her need for the feel of flesh under her nails out on her own body. Watching her, shredding her own flesh in place of his, drove him into a red tinged, frenzied, lack of control. Sitting up, he grabbed her by the shoulders, flipped her under him and plunged, without warning, into her most virginal of orifices. She screamed as he impaled her body on a fleshy spear that tore her open. He spread her thighs further apart and worked his entire hand, to the wrist, into the channel he had so recently opened. Savoring the smell of her sweet feminine scent mixed with the intoxicating smell of her slowly flowing blood, he began to ease himself out of her and back in again, using his entire body. Being so completely filled, she felt as though her body and mind were breaking. If she were to take anything more than what he was doing, in this moment, she would simply fade into the night and ne'er return. Her head snapped back and her hands clawed for anything to cling to, as she tried to ride the storm coalescing within her. Watching her body writhe and her arms flail, as she tried to reach for something to cling to, he laughed with glee and sadistic pleasure. Her screams made him drive into her harder and faster. Her spine snapping, hip grinding, nail raking response only drove him to a stronger desire to push her further over the edge, into a pure space of subliminal, orgasmic pleasure.. Screaming until her throat was raw, she thrashed against him, until her arms fell limp by her sides and her legs fell to the bed beneath them. She forced herself to relax and take the damage he wished to inflict upon her body. She began to realize that what he was doing felt better than anything or anyone she could have ever foreseen. Her body tightened around every part of him within her, but she was so wet now, it all just felt amazing. With all the muscles of her core, she held him inside of her, rocking her hips to meet him. Taking as much as she could and then some more she felt his body spasm and squeezed down, with every ounce of strength left in her body. The feel of her body tightening down made him finally give in and let go of his hard-won control. His cock contracted, time and again, draining his life into her body. He caught himself long enough not to collapse on her, slid his hand and now- softening flesh from her body, and dropped to her side, only to realize that she had fainted beneath him. Chapter Ten Blinking in the half lit room, almost-spent candles bleeding jasmine scented oils onto the floor, , she tried to come to terms with all that had happened the night before. Her body ached in ways she hadn't experienced. She felt almost light headed in her afterglow. Looking down at her body, she cringed at the dried blood cuts and bruises. But, most importantly, laid out before her in all his glory was her Liege, her Lord, Her Master, her Darkness Blessed Daemon. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to reassure herself this was real and not some dream. But she didn't dare awaken him. He seemed God like in his sleep, limbs sprawled haphazardly, yet posed to display him wonderfully. Instead of waking him she carefully moved to edge of the bed and began to slide off of it to go explore the dungeon. Feeling her stir beside him, he lay still and quiet, waiting to see what she would do. Instead of waking him as he'd thought she would, he felt her leaving the bedroom area. Sitting up to watch, he smiled knowingly at the cuts, scrapes, welts and bruises. "And where, pray tell, do you think you are going, little one?" he said. At the sound of his voice, her breathe caught and she froze in mid step. "Forgive me. I did not want to wake you. I thought perhaps I could go clean up before you woke for the day." "Indeed. Did you now? And what if I had thoughts of you helping me get clean, what then, pet?" Shuddering at the idea of him joining with her again she turned to him, eyes down, in respect and servitude. "My Lord, if it pleases you, I would do anything you wished of me." "I know you would, my pain pet, and your admission of such pleases me greatly. Come join me in the bathing chambers and we shall get one other properly clean, yes?" He stood and walked to the back corner of the room, revealing a hidden door with a large bathing chamber beyond it. The floor dropped down, in a series of small steps, to a deep pool of steaming, heated water. Along the bath's edge were assortments of soaps, shampoos, body washes, clothes, and loofa- type items. Mirrored wall flanked two sides of the tub. The open wall held shelves overflowing with large plush towels. As she came into the chamber behind him, he unraveled his long braid and let his hair fall down his body, almost cloak like. Turning to face her, he took her by the hand and led her into the water. Pulling her down to kneel in front of him, he took a soft cloth, a bar of oatmeal and goats milk soap, and began to work the dried blood from her skin. Unsure how to respond, she also took up a washing cloth and a bar of the rough soap. Getting the cloth wet, she worked the soap into it and began to gently lave the skin of his neck and shoulders. Twitching slightly as he worked the incredibly sore areas of her abused body, she cringed as she saw the mess she had made of his throat and arms with tooth and nail. She sighed as he worked his way across her breast and the water around them became tinged with red as each rinsed out their cloths. He carefully scrubbed each breast, until the skin was clean and all that remained were her cuts and the other marks. He worked the blood off of her throat and her shoulders, rinsed the cloth and worked her upper body again. Then he proceeded to her stomach and ribs, to clean the wounds made there. The bath water became darker by the minute. She worked across the flat planes of his stomach and the pleasures that lay just beneath the water. Rubbing the soap into her hands she wrapped her slick fingers around him, pulling the flesh with slow, but hard and sure strokes, caressing down to his scrotum and along the seam of his body to his ass, then back up the very tip of his length again. He saw her working lower and smiled as she took him in hand. He groaned in pleasure as she began to caress the entirety of his lower parts. Deciding that she had the right idea, he rinsed out the cloth, soaped up his fingers and without warning plunged two long fingers deep within her, using his thumb to work her already hard and swollen nub. As he penetrated her, she cried out. She knew she was sore and more than likely a bit torn up, but just the feel of his fingers there was enough to make her body spasm with tiny shocks of pleasure. "Please my Liege, please!" "Please what, my fiery pain pet?" "Please, I...I...I don't want to displease you. But, please..." "Yes? Please what? Please more? Please stop? 'Please' tells me nothing. What are you asking for?" "Please, if it should please you to do so, please, I fear I cannot handle any more...any more... OH GODS!!" Before she could finish her plea, he pushed her over the edge of pleasure and she came against his fingers. She fell forward into the water and was barely caught by his strong hands on her shoulders, holding her in place as her body was wracked by another wave of painful pleasure. "Is that what you were asking for pet? You needn't have asked, as that was my intention all along. If not, when you can remember how to breathe you may try asking me again, whatever it was that you wanted to say." She slowly caught her breathe and balance. Glancing up at him shyly, then down at his chest again, she blushed as she realized she wasn't sure what she wanted to ask anymore. Part of her was afraid that her body could not take any more damage, but there was a part of her that wanted more than anything to throw caution to the wind and beg him for more. "I can see your mind fighting your body's desires, or is it the other way around? Just tell me what you are thinking. I give you my word you will not be punished, just answer me truthfully." "I wanted to ask you to stop, or at least I thought I did", she said with some hesitation," but I also very much wanted you to continue. It hurts so very much, but also feels so very wonderful. I no longer know what to ask for. Do I do as I know my body needs, and allow myself to heal from the tortures and delights of last night? Do I offer my broken, but wanting, body to you in sacrifice of pleasures and terrors alike to come? I know not what I want, and I am terrified of either outcome..." Taking her face into his hands, he moved her so that she was forced to look into his eyes. Then, with a knowing smile, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. Pulling away and still holding her so she would look at him he said to her, "My sweet, innocent and broken pet, do you truly think that after this night we will have no others together? I have broken you, and claimed you. You are mine! From this night forth, you will always be mine. You will forever be my Fiery Pain Pet. Do you understand that? Do not think that just because we do not continue our journey every night, that there will not be new paths for us to take. You are mine, unless you wish it otherwise." Tears fell from her eyes like the last shining drops of rain in a summer's storm. Shakily, she returned his gaze and saw everything she had ever hoped to find in another's soul. Shyly, she smiled at him and nodded her willing consent. "I am yours. I will always be yours, as long as you have want or need of me, I will forever be yours. Nothing and no one could ever change that. I was yours the moment our eyes first met, the moment our flesh first touched. I am yours in every way. " *** They finished their bathing, wrapped each other up in warm plush towels, and went to lie down and rest, curled in the comfort of one another's arms. This night was only the first of many to come. And they had much to discover and enjoy at the hands of the other...