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Bought Ch. 02

By: EDSpencer



I had to do a fair amount of setting up with this part of the story, but in the end, what you are looking for is here.

—EDS

–The City of Union–

Though species tended to stick to their own in several different cities along the western continent, one became home to all the species. The City of Union was home to all creatures. Now, this wasn't a cozy setting to say the least. Hostilities were rampant. 

Over the years, the Fey came to Union less and less, especially with the rise of a potent drug made from their blood. Their people had been disappearing more and more over the last few years. Of course, it had the beautiful creatures frightened. Now, the Fey have been pulling out of Union, much to the dismay of humans who, in a way, had their protection. This created tension between humans and the vampire/daemon factions. 

Not only had the Fendilian caused tension among the groups, it caused general chaos. People stole to get it. They killed to have another taste. Times had become dangerous. Walking down the street after dark was a thing of the past. No one was safe. Nothing was sacred. Not anymore.

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Areica huddled in the corner of Rhoe's carriage for the rest of the ride to his home. Her body was still slick and wet from the touch he'd given her . . . those spasms he'd caused her body along with pleasure barely endurable. She trembled as her body warmed and twitched from the thought of it. How could her body betray her like this?

Rhoeshard watched her with a teasing smile. Those emerald orbs of his watched from his darkened corner. Naturally, he was pleased with himself. He could smell her arousal on the air. His poor pet. That desire remained in her. That drive to feel the throws of orgasm once more. Oh, how she hated Rhoe for that. He knew, of course.

They pulled up outside a moderate sized home on the east side of town. It was a rough area to live in. Not as terrible as the section closest to the docks, but many unsavory characters dwelled near the home.

Once the carriage opened, the girl peered out into the street. Immediately recognizing the area for what it was, she hesitated. Rhoe grabbed onto Areica's arm and began pulling her down the carriage stairs. Though she'd finally stopped fighting him, she gave him the angriest glare he'd ever seen. He pinched her cheek and called her adorable for it. She, in turn, stomped on his foot, hard.

"Ooph! Naughty naughty, pet . . . naughty naughty . . . " he said as he pulled her through the lavish doors of the home

Inside the home was just as lavishly beautiful as the doors. Almost everything was black or blood red upholstery, everything else was made of solid, dark woods. It was actually beautiful and strangely romantic. The very thought made her queasy. 

A few humans walked by with almost ghostly silence. They seemed sort of sickly and one or two of them had bite marks on their necks. When they noticed her, they looked at her wearily. The need for escape was on their faces. Areica felt a tremble of fear go through her. Would she become like them if she couldn't free herself from Rhoeshard's hold? It had to be a fate worse than death.

Rhoeshard cleared his throat. The servants got back to work, scampering so that they wouldn't catch their master's attention any more than they had.

" These are some of our employees." He told Areica, "I'll introduce you to them later, if you'd like . . . but first you must meet my sire . . . "

Another wave of fear went through her. Two of them. Two evil vampires that would make her meat and force her to do whatever they wished. How had it come down to this?

"Joy . . . " she mumbled under her breath, as Rhoe dragged her along to a large sitting room.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to take her place in a plush velvet chair made of dark mahogany. On the other side of the room, a man was turned to the outside, looking out the large window. 

Even from the back, Areica could see how wealthy this man was dressed. Who did he think he was? Some sort of king? Everyone knew how monarchs treated their servants. This was looking worse and worse for poor Areica by the moment.

"Look what I bought today, Master Khelman." Rhoe said joyfully

The man turned around, slowly. When his eyes met hers, it seemed as though he were inspecting her. In a flash he moved in front of her, raising the back of his hand to her cheek. For a moment, she thought he might strike her. Instead, his hand moved down her face, tracing her features.

A weird energy passed between them. Something called to her. His eyes, maybe? Vampires were known for that. She swallowed hard as she tried to look away. It didn't work. 

"A succubus?" the new vampire questioned his servant, "No. A halfling." The creature smiled at her, almost fatherly, "Ah, yes . . . she will do nicely . . . Welcome, girl. Welcome home." He whispered while he continued to touch her

His hands were so cold against her skin like touching ice after a snow storm. Of course, that was not surprising. Not unsurprising because he was a vampire, but because he looked how one would imagine the night would look if it somehow became a person.

His hair was coal black, and his eyes were just as dark, if not more. Unlike his very blonde and pale companion, his hair was dead straight--no wavy fullness like Rhoe. And his face showed dignified maturity, whereas Rhoe had the look of perpetual youth to him.

The energy over her passed, so she tried to move her face, but he grabbed her chin, holding her steady. He coaxed her out of the seat, rising before him. That's when she realized how big he was . . . not fat, just large like a dutiful, long-term farmhand. 

"W-wha-what do you people want from me?" she whispered with a tremble

Khelman's eyes followed the line of her neck. Areica was sure he could see the pound of her blood as her heart beat with fear. Of course, he could probably hear it. Everyone knew that vamps could hear a heartbeat a hundred feet away. Damn.

Master Rhoe laughed from behind her, while Master Khelman simply smiled. It still had that almost fatherly look, which unnerved her more than being in his actual presence. 

Rhoe shook his head after that horrible, hearty laugh at her expense.

"Trust me, Areica dear, it is not as bad as I'm sure you are thinking it."

She shot him a look before Khelman turned her face back to him again.

"It's simple." Khelman answered as he handed her back to Rhoe, "First, Rhoe has been searching for a suitable companion to occupy his time. Nothing fancy or complicated, just . . . a friend." The darker vamp smiled with a hint of a leer, "I, however, need someone who can assist me. A person to take care of my business during the days, and protect us while we nap." 

"Yes . . . our servants are capable, of course, but considering what we do and how many colorful associates we have been gaining as of late . . . " Rhoe teetered his head side to side, seemingly mulling the situation over.

His hand ran down her sides, cupping her rear with a squeeze. Areica tried to push away, but the man held her firmly. His groin rubbed against her as he smiled, showing those evil pointed teeth.

Khelman sighed, then continued. "So, you see, he and I were taking care of two situations at once. That, princess, is why you are here." 

Rhoe turned Areica around in his arms. Now he was pressed into her rear with hands traveling the expanse of her stomach. His thumbs tickled at the underside of her breast. And worse, his lips kissed at her neck. She honestly wanted to cry. He was going to bleed her again. She desperately tried to not think on it. Instead, she asked questions to distract herself. 

"Protect you? I am no fighter . . . And what business do you speak of?"

Khelman chuckled as he took a seat on his desk.

"The proficiency toward war and battle are in your blood, halfling. With the right training, you could rival some of the bravest knights. I've seen it happen with your kind. That is the beauty of the Daemon." He said

Rhoe licked her neck before adding his own sentiments.

"And with one already as stunning as yourself, that could be a wonderfully dangerous combination." He rubbed himself into her like he was trying to mark her as his own. "Oh, I can see you now, breaking hearts as well as bodies. And, considering what you are, sex can be quite the weapon, can't it, pet?"

"I could never harm anyone. It is not in my nature." Her voice trembled

Rhoe laughed. "Nonsense, Areica . . . Daemon are killers as much as vampire."

"With the proper technique, you won't have to kill, princess." Khelman added, "As for our business. Well, let us just say, we endeavor to spread happiness."

Rhoe laughed, then reached into his pocket. He pulled out a little vial, showing it to Areica. It was filled with a reddish purple serum.

"My Gods! You two . . . you sell that? So many people lives have crumbled because of that . . . elixir of yours."

"Only because they are foolish!" Rhoe scoffed. "We just supply what they ask for. How they get the money for it, well, that is not our concern. Hell, I've seen people sell their children into slavery just for a decent supply." He said whimsically

Areica's eyes widened.

"No . . . " She gasped

"I am sorry that you found out this way, but your father has been a long time customer, dear. One of our smarter ones at that." Khelman said with a shrug 

"I was going to simply take the money he offered, of course, but I saw you and thought you'd be perfect for us. So I gave him half the lira back, in exchange for you. He jumped at the offer. Pity for him, splendor for me and my sire." Rhoe kissed and licked her neck again. This time, Areica whimpered with fright.

"What makes you think I'll help you? You two are disgusting for what you do!!" she said, trying to ignore the feel of this beast at her skin

"Princess, do not speak that way . . . " Khelman stood and began to walk closer, "All we offer is some peace of mind to those whose lives seem bleak."

"And let's face it, pet. We can offer you a better life than the one you've been living. No more tattered clothes. No more whippings. Simply your protection in exchange for our companionship and . . . our love . . . "

Khelman was on her now, his hands stroking her shoulders. Sandwiched between two vampires was a nightmare. Especially with both touching intimately. Khelman's hand held her face to him, tilting it toward his face. His coldness touched the edge of her body's heat, sucking it in. To make matters worse, Rhoe's hands now cupped her breasts, squeezing them both possessively.

"I cannot . . . I cannot stoop so low." She meant this in more ways than one, "I may be worthless, but I have to mean more than being a party to this. Any of it."

"Worthless? Hardly . . . " Rhoe said, aghast as though she had committed some great sin, "My, why did your father keep you if he thought such things? Or was it that bitch of a sister? How she makes my blood curdle."

"If you feel that you cannot help us . . . then we will have to let you go." Khelman said quietly

Rhoe scoffed.

"Master?!"

Khelman hissed and raised a hand. "But think of what we can give you. A roof over your head. Clean clothes. Good foods to eat. Partners who will give you lust anytime you crave, and give you all that you need. And think of how you would live otherwise."

She looked sad and frightened. Khelman placed a hand under her chin. Why did he have to look so sincere?

"I'll not see you waste with your abusive family. I'll not see you broken by the trash at a whore house. No. Give us this chance. Let us give you a life."

Tears trickled down her cheeks while her perfect mouth trembled at him. Khelman's thumbs traced the lower lip while he watched her.

"Give us the opportunity to prove who and what we are. If in three days you wish to leave, so be it. We will have no choice."

"Three days. That's all we ask, pet." Rhoe added as he rubbed her neck with his nose

Areica turned her head away as she tried to make sense of everything. These two were part of the reason why poverty was so damn rampant in Union. And apparently they were the reason why she rarely saw her father . . . why he stayed locked in his home while her sister beat her regularly. 

Now they were asking for her help?

Was it worth the food and drink? The clean clothes? The lack of beatings?

Three days was all they wanted. Maybe she could give that. Maybe it WAS the other people's fault. They just provided for the idiots that asked for it, right?

"A-alright . . . Three days. I can't promise more . . . " she whispered 

She could feel Rhoeshard's smile against her neck moments before he finally released her. Both he and Khelman let her move from between them.

"Excellent decision, pet." He grabbed her hand, kissing it softly as she passed.

He could sense her hesitation. She wanted to pull her hand away, which made him hold her even tighter. Something vicious in his eyes glimmered at the girl, something dark. As quickly as it came, it ended and his expression returned to normal.

"Let me show you your room."

"My room?" Areica asked with surprise 

"Well, it's not like we weren't prepared for you, pet. We've had this planned for some time."

He turned, placing a hand on her back, escorting her out of the room. For a moment, he turned back to his sire with a dark smile on his lips. Khelman returned it with a smaller, but equally as dark smile. 

Master Rhoe led her upstairs and down the hallway to a moderately sized bedroom. It was obviously made for a lady of class, which she wasn't. Much like the rest of the home, it was decorated in dark, rich colors . . . frilly and feminine on top of that. All in all, it was stunning. Just not something she would have picked out herself. It was so . . . expensive looking.

"Is this my room?" she asked with surprise

Rhoe stood in the center of the room, near the overlarge canopy bed. He gestured from the side of the room to the other. 

"Yes, of course, pet. All this is yours . . . It's all yours, even the attire in the closet."

She wanted to rush over to the closets, but she didn't want him to think she was eager or excited. That gave him too much of an edge. So, she walked calmly to the opened door, finding fine dresses, expensive shoes . . . and other "interesting" articles of clothing. Those interesting things were obviously picked out by a man with intimacies on the mind.

"You expect me to wear . . . this?" She pulled out a black leather outfit, which wouldn't leave much to the imagination, especially the metal bra portion of it that looked like a hand cupping a bosom.

He smiled at her as he crawled into the bed, making himself at home. Curse him for already sullying this experience for her. But then, why was she even worried? She wouldn't be staying here long.

"Well, not for everyone, but maybe someone special." He gave her a look that reeked of sex.

Areica nervously watched the vampire in her bed. That look was entirely too dangerous. Noting her fear, he moved to her, placing the outfit in the closet. His hand rested on her shoulder.

"Anything else you need or want will be provided for you, pet. Nothing's too good for our girl."

She moved her body away, quickly.

"No one said I was your girl yet . . . "

"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

He captured her again, holding her still by the shoulders. His face hovered near hers. She, of course, immediately tensed up. In time, she would learn better.

"You're such a pretty little thing, pet . . . " he whispered into her sweet face

With a look of indignation, she stood positively still, and surprisingly haughty, considering her situation.

"If you say so." Her tone was cool. That pleased her

"And I do, too . . . " He moved a little closer, just enough to brush the side of her brow with his cold lips.

A delicious tremble of fear went through her. Rhoe brushed against her more to evoke more of that wonderful reaction. 

"Please . . . " she whispered with undisguised fear

She didn't have to say why she was begging, he knew. He really didn't care what she did or didn't want, honestly, but for now he'd respect her fear. Hell, he'd even use it against her.

He continued to hold her, but now pushed her toward the bed.

"No . . . don't . . . please . . . " she whimpered. It sent a shiver through him right down to his groin.

Rhoe loved that fear in her voice. It made him hot (or relatively so, just not in a physical sense) with desire. He'd have to take advantage of that.

He pushed her down in the bed, hovering above her, as he watched tears spill from those violet eyes. He loved that response she made to him. Wonderful.

Rhoe reached above her head, grabbing something from behind. There was a slight metallic clanking sound as he shuffled around. With a triumphant smile, he found what he was looking for. His hand came into view with a chained hand cuff, which he wrapped around her wrist, then locked with a key around his neck.

"There now . . . Wouldn't want you trying to escape, pet."

There was a relief in her eyes for the moment. He was only trying to prevent her escape. Good.

"Come now, am I that repulsive to you?"

Smartly, she didn't answer. That wouldn't save her, though. He leaned down to her ear to whisper.

"I can make you want me, pet." He licked her ear, "I can make you want me more than you'll want to take air into your lungs." He bit at her cheek

He lifted his mouth from her cheek, turning it so that she could look into his eyes. She wanted to look away, but immediately, she was caught. Those emerald orbs seemed to glow, like cat's eyes from a darkened alley. She couldn't turn. The worst part was that her body was totally calm. Inside, the fear was nearly overwhelming.

And, of course, Master Rhoe could smell that fear. The girl was at his mercy now. Her body completely still. Her mind a terrified wreck. If only she knew how perfect it was, she could enjoy. He knew he would.

"Now, my pet, let's see what is under the entirety of these tattered clothes." He smiled

His hands grabbed the edge of her collar. With one very rough movement, he ripped the clothing from her body, straight down the middle. Beneath the dirty old clothes was a masterpiece. 

She was warm and supple. Breasts more than a handful. Large caramel mounds with large pink/brown nipples dying to be touched. His ice cold hands grabbed two fist fulls of her soft flesh. Her nipples became tight underneath his palm, no doubt thanks to the change in temperature. He squeezed the breasts together and moved them apart over and over, as though using the controls of a machine. He kneaded them as though making bread.

"Mm, now these are the best ones I've seen in some time." He moved his hand so that his fingers could trace the pebble nips, "Do you like that? I bet you do."

He was right. She did. The sensations it gave made her tingle. The fear only increased that fact. 

Rhoe's mouth lowered to her breasts, taking one nipple into that space. Those horrible, sharp teeth brushed against her sensitive skin, almost nicking her. One of his eyes stayed on her with an arrogant gleam while he continued to violate her body with tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, one hand cupped the free breast, pinching at the hardened tip.

Why did this cold touch warm her, particularly between her legs? It was like everything he did to her bosom snaked straight there. If he kept this up, the events in the carriage would repeat themselves. Her eyes narrowed at him as much as they could. Damnit, she didn't want to give him that sort of satisfaction again.

"You feel warm and moist between your legs, do you not, pet?" he asked when he rose his head, "Like in the carriage. Can you feel your walls tightening? Pleasure and desire growing?" he laughed a very cruel laugh, "I bet that little jewel between your folds is begging for my attention."


Bought Ch. 02



He sat up high on his knees and pulled her legs apart more. As he suspected, that slit of hers was glistening for him. 

"Would you look at that? You are such a horny little girl." He made a face, "You smell, too."

Areica almost cried at that. Her mind was desperate to close her legs, but her body was still unwilling to move. The embarrassment literally hurt her. Again, he laughed cruelly.

"Aw, honey, do not be upset. I like the smell. I suppose it tastes as good."

He dipped his fingers in, brushing a finger against her pearl. A wave of pleasure trembled along her insides, though her body showed nothing of the sort. Rhoe brought the finger to his mouth, licking up her taste.

"Mm, as I suspected. Wonderful. Here, have a little." He dipped in again, then placed the fingers on her lip

He smeared her taste along her mouth. She could smell herself, taste herself. 

She felt mortified.

His fingers moved between her soaked folds and began rubbing. His touch centered on the one spot–that place most sensitive. Electricity moved along her, tensing the muscles of her stomach. Her center tensed, as well, convulsing in on itself once with a quiet wet sound.

"Ooh, now that's what I like to hear, pet." He said as he continued his play, "Is your moment coming so soon?" 

The touch was magic. Nothing else could describe the sensations rushing through her loins while he felt her. Everything felt so hot and wet and wonderful. Gods how she hated him just then, forcing her body to respond this way.

"I won't let it happen just yet." He smiled darkly . . . hungrily, "I will hold your moment off until your body almost hurts for it."

It very nearly did right now. It couldn't possibly worsen. He continued his assault to find out. And how it felt wonderful. She hated him so much. Each stroke of his fingers intensified the sensation, sending those pleasure pulses from the center of her to every corner of her still body.

Rhoe did not let up. His movements continued until moisture leaked from her, gushing down to the sheets. Still, she had not had her moment. Instead, she hung on the edge of it to the point she was sure she would be driven mad. Her mind screamed at Rhoe to finish her, but he not. All he did was watch her with that hideous knowing smile.

"So close, aren't you? I can feel you tensing. And your wetness. Look at this." A finger ran down her parted legs to that sensitive place between her quaking hotness to the crevice of her bottom, "Look at how wet you've become." 

He lifted his hand so she could see trails of herself running from his fingertips to his wrist. He smiled at that, then at her.

"I told you I could make you want me. You want me badly, pet." His finger dipped in again, holding itself at that little betrayer hidden in her flesh. 

If she could have screamed out, she would have. Still, he did not make her. Still, she hung at the edge of that wonderful end. Rhoe just held his finger there, pressing in, allowing the need rise in her so badly it truly hurt.

His free hand moved between his legs. Until now, she had not noticed the hard lump there. Fear rose through her, along with a carnal desire. Of course, Rhoe knew. Another lewd grin touched his lips.

Fingers fiddled at the leather straps holding his pants together. Slowly, he undid them. All Areica could do was wait. Fear and hunger coursed through her as she helplessly watched. Soon, his pants were undone and the hardened length begging for freedom sprang out.

"See what you've done, pet?"

Oh, she did. He was impossibly long and round as he saluted her naked body. Pale and pink, with a wet tip. Why did she want to lick up the wetness? Hell, she didn't understand her body's reaction. She hated this man . . . But she wanted. Oh how she wanted!

"You want this?"

He brought the tip of himself to her folds, rubbing himself into her. The cold hit her first, followed by a wave of warmth from inside. It felt so good. So right. He was so close to slipping it in. She wanted it inside her . . . filling her . . . completing her. A low moan escaped her throat, catching her by surprise.

Wait, was she free? Yes! Her body began to finally move. Now she could move her hips so that her center could no longer be violated.

But she couldn't move. He was nearly inside, hanging just outside the opening. With a thrust of his hips, he would be in her, and then she could finally release. The desire to finish overwhelmed the desire to run.

"You want this?" he asked again

Despite herself, she whispered in agreement. Yes, she did want him inside. Her hips moved upward, welcoming him to join flesh to flesh. Her eyes closed as several soft groans parted from her throat.

"Aw, pet. Not today." He laughed cruelly.

Her eyes shot open. Horror rushed over her features. She needed him to make her. That edge of pleasure hurt. He had to release her.

"Please! Please, master Rhoe! It's right there! I need it . . . Finish me. Make me. Please, please, PLEASE!" she begged, hating every word.

A groan came from him this time. As she begged, his head threw back as though captured in his own pleasure. The stiff thing at his loins throbbed at her.

"Not today, wench!" he said hoarsely while his hand moved to his member, stroking, "You will listen. You will obey. And I will give you my cock when I feel the time is appropriate!"

He shifted until the underside of his member hung close to her pearl. Each movement of his hand brushed against her plush meat. The touch was barely enough, but waves of pleasure moved through her again. Each stroke had her opening her legs wider, hoping to grasp a little more of that touch.

She could see between their bodies. The tiny hole of his hardness pointed right at her. She watched in fascination as the tip became wetter and wetter while his hand pumped. It throbbed at her. Rhoe groaned and grunted each time it did so. 

It got to a point she could no longer watch. Instead, her head threw back into her pillows and her body arched. Her hands pulled at the chains locking her to the bed. Pants had her chest falling and rising rapidly. Her heart pounded. Her wet hole tightened, just at that point. Rhoe's strokes quickened as he touched his own meat, brushing her more. 

"Oh, Master Rhoe! Yes!" she screamed, "It's here!!"

Orgasm bounded through her, causing her whole body to shudder. Her hips wiggled around, bobbing up and down as the release soared inside of her. She rode it until there was nothing left and she collapsed back into the bed.

Rhoe made a grunting sound, causing her to open her eyes. His hands stopped pumping. He looked at her with eyes on the edge of madness. With a frightening smile, something shot from him, flying all over her body. Ooze dripped down her face after the first squirt. The second one had the cold stuff across her chest. The third went to her stomach.

He gasped, placing one hand on the bed as he had his own version of collapsing. He stayed that way for some time, as though collecting himself. When he finally rose his face, that look of madness was gone. No, he was back to his usual "charming" self. 

Rhoe slid off of her, then off of the bed. 

"That was a delight, pet." He said as he fixed himself into his pants, "Seems I got you all sticky. Shame on me."

She felt extremely dirty. Wetness still flowed from her body to the bed, and now that his spunk was all over her, it was beginning to feel like some sort of glue. 

"Let me go so I can wash up." She said, her voice shaking.

He scoffed.

"No. You will stay like that." He laughed, then leaned over licking her lips. 

She turned her head away quickly, which caused another laugh from him. Every ounce of her had been humiliated by this vampire beast once again. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Good night, pet."

With that, Master Rhoe exited her room, closing the door. He left her exposed to the world, sticky and dirty, and utterly humiliated. While she lay there, she plotted her escape. Three days from now, she would finally be free. No beatings. No humiliation. Just freedom.



Bought Ch. 03



–Alliances—

Generations ago, society of the world split into two factions. Human and Fey. Daemon and Vampire. The humans allied themselves with the Fey out of fear, though the Fey often turned their noses up to the unenlightened brood. But the humans were right to endure it. After all, things darker lurked in corners ready and willing to turn them to cattle. Without the Fey, Humans would surely perish.

The same could be said about the Daemon. Despite a warrior's society, they were duty bound by their honor. They did not kill without justification. Though strong, they never brought their wrath down upon the innocents if they could manage. All too often, even the gentler sorts such as the succubi and incubi were slaughtered by humans who feared them. Vampires, unlike Daemon, held no honor or moral code. It was kill . . . or be killed. In the long run, the Daemon joined the honorless blood suckers to keep their own from slaughter. So, despite the fact that the Daemon viewed Vampires poorly, they became allies.

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Three days had passed. Freedom was near. Finally.

Areica spent the last days being a good little pet. She stayed quiet. She did as she was asked by her "masters." She learned all they wished to teach her. Now, it was only a matter of time until she could decline their offer. Though there was nothing much out there for her, she could find a way on her own. Human hunters would most likely kill her once they found her out. Her body looked very human, but the length of her nails and color of her eyes gave her away if one looked too closely.

She stood in front of the full length mirror in her room. Her last duty as slave to this household was a final dinner. Odd to have dinner with two men who didn't eat food. Her hand came to her neck. Perhaps SHE was dinner? No. That didn't sound right. They wouldn't have requested that she wear this formal gown just to snack on her.

In fact, both Master Rhoe and Master Khelman had been gentlemen the last few days. Well, it was most surprising from Rhoeshard after all the abuse he'd already done to her. He didn't so much as touch her out of line. He must have been sweetening up the deal for her. The vampire was obviously mistaken to believe something like that would work. After the cruel violations, she could not bare staying. That and what they did to the people around them. Peddlers of narcotics.

Master Khelman surprised her more than Rhoe. The Vampire almost seemed human in his kindness. Though, she could sense an emptiness in his soul, something about him soothed her being whenever she happened to join him in a room. More often than not, he didn't speak. He stood by his window, looking out at the night sky. She watched him like that, just last night. Areica couldn't help noticing how darkly beautiful he was.

She shook her head, trying to banish the thought. Under no circumstance could she think things like that. These were nothing more than pretty corpses. Nothing more than living dead flesh. Nothing was pretty about them.

The dress she wore, however, was fabulous. 

It looked tailored to her form. The bosom held her chest, causing the caramel colored mounds to plump with only ties in the back to hold the dress to her. The rest of the torso hugged tight, coating her body in burgundy silk with hints of black lace. The skirt of the dress spilled to her feet with a trail following. One of the servants, though she was nothing more than the same, curled her hair in shining ringlets with jewel clips decorating her head. And the shoes were made of burgundy sandal straps that laced nearly to her knee.

Now she stood before the mirror, admiring herself. She looked upper caste. Upper class like a wealthy woman. If only this hadn't come from Vampires . . . 

Her door opened partially. She turned as she saw it open in the reflection. Benjamin, one of the older servants stood before her, giving her a bow.

"Don't do that . . . " she said to him, shaking her head.

"I must. I serve you and the masters of this home."

"You are not my servant, Ben."

"But I am. You may serve them, but I serve you." His tone was bitter as he said that

Areica's face flushed hot red as he said that. She was a slave just as he. She didn't enjoy either fact. In fact, she hated that Rhoeshard and Khelman put everyone in this position.

"Fine. If you feel that way about it, state your business then shove off." Anger seeped into her words

Ben stood straight, then looked her directly into the eye. His features turned darker as he eyed the expensive gown she wore. Areica wrapped her arms around her body, half hoping that would mysteriously hide her from his look.

"Dinner is served." he said cooly

"Thanks." She murmured back, feeling more embarrassed than angry now

The man turned on his heel then left the room. Areica took a few moments to collect herself before she walked out of the room. As she walked down the hallway to the stairs, she reminded herself over and over again that she would have her freedom in just a few hours. No lavish life was worth her soul.

When she reached the dining area, she gasped in surprise. Dinners were always set up in a formal way, but tonight it was awe inspiring. From the centerpiece of freshly cut night-blooming jasmine, to the hand-crafted silverware, it was beautiful. The table looked filled of food that would take hours of time to make. Roasted meats, vegetables, wines, platters of cheese and crackers. Were they expecting a dinner party?

"It's all for you, my pet." Rhoe said as though he heard her thoughts.

She turned her attention to him, sharply. He sat at the head of the table. His fingers touched his chin while he leaned over his plate. His green eyes glimmered in the candlelight of the table while he watched her closely. He seemed so pleased and so cocky. Inside, she squirmed, hoping that he would look away. She knew better.

"Why?" she asked, trying to keep herself in check

He blinked slowly and smiled at her. One of his hands moved to that silky blonde hair of his. A section of it twirled around between his fingers.

"Sit. Join me for dinner." He said, gesturing to the seat at the other end of the long table

She swallowed hard. Suddenly, nervousness shook her to her core. It was the way that he was watching her, perhaps.

"Where is Master Khelman?"

A look of anger crossed Rhoe's face. Whatever sparked it, quickly boiled off the surface of his face. His demeanor changed back to his casual nonchalant.

"He is away on business, for tonight." He answered with finality to keep her from asking anything else, "Now, come sit and join me for dinner. It is getting cold. Nothing worse than a cold meal." 

The way he said that last part got him an odd look from the girl. She knew there was more meaning there, but decided to get any elaboration on it. Instead, she took her place at the table. Too nervous to eat, she took a drink of wine, hopefully to quiet the tension in her now.

No Khelman meant nothing between her and Rhoe. The older master kept his companion at bay for the most part. Without him, Areica knew she was in trouble.

Rhoe watched her from over the flowers. Areica tried hard to not get caught in his look. After the last time . . . She shivered at the memories of the orgasm and the feel of his cold seed on her body. It had felt good . . . and it had quieted a hunger that had been down in her for too long. Even though it had felt wonderful, she desperately tried to forget.

"You look stunning tonight, my pet." He whispered with a bit of huskiness

She took a long sip of her wine before responding, "Thank you, Master Rhoe."

A long silence passed between them. Areica continued to sip her glass. At one point, she attempted a little cheese and crackers, but in the end, it didn't settle well on her stomach. Damn, how was she going to tell him that she rejected their offer. She'd spent the last three days as compliant as possible. No doubt they believe she was going to stay.

Fools. Damn bloodsucking fools.

Still silence. She could feel his eyes drilling into her skin. What was he waiting for? Her to explode? 

"This is a dinner of celebration." He said finally

She looked up at him with confusion, "What do you mean?"

"You are officially ours today." He said darkly

Areica dropped the glass of wine on the table, shattering it. It didn't matter. All she knew was that it was probably time to run.

"You said I can go after three days!" she yelled, standing up ready to flee or fight.

He laughed, standing as well. Slowly, he made his way closer.

"I lied." He said in the middle of the laugh

That was it. She had to run as fast as her feet could carry her. Picking up the hem of her dress from the floor, she ran toward the living room and the front door. Freedom was so close, she could almost smell it as she opened it. Moments before she stepped out of it, a hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her back in.

"Where do you think you're going, pet?" Rhoe sneered in her face, "There's nothing out there for you. At least here you have a home. Out there, the humans will feast on your flesh then kill you for it."

"You'll do the same!" she choked out

He kissed her cheek lightly as he pushed her body against the nearest wall.

"Not quite. But close." His hand squeezed her neck until she whimpered, "Now, I'm going to make it so that you never run away again, pet. You'll have to be punished."

The look in his eye made her more worried than the punishment. It was that hungry male look that he'd worn to bed her first night here. She clawed at his hand, struggling beneath his hold. Each movement made the world a little hazy. No breath reached her lungs.

Just as she thought she was going to pass out, Rhoeshard released her throat. Now that she was too weak to fight, he slung the girl over his shoulder.

"No . . . " she whispered hoarsely.

She barely recognized where he was taking her. Suddenly they went from warm light to cold darkness. Wherever he was venturing, it was cool and damp and smelled of stale air.

"I hate to have to do such a thing to you, pet, but I cannot just let your attempted escape slide. What will the other servants say?" he lowered her limp body to the floor

She swayed in front of him once she reached solid ground. Still barely aware of what was around her, she closed her eyes to attempt to focus.

"You promised . . . " she said with an ache in her voice

He laughed cruelly.

"Indeed. But why should I hold myself to such a silly thing? Promises are trite, pet." His fingers dug into her dress, "Why would I leave someone so delicious to the wolves? Humans and Fey alike would slay you. Daemon shun you for what you are. All you have are we Vampire." A horrible ripping sound echoed off the walls, followed by her dress pooling to the ground, "It's a pity that I'll have to break you to have you obey, but what must be done, must be done." Her undergarments ripped from her during his insincere words

Areica's eyes shot open when she realized that he now had her naked. She pushed away from him in an attempt to escape. However, as she turned, she tripped over something lying on the floor. Her body crashed to the ground, half on top of it. It didn't take her long to realize it was an open coffin.

"I see you've found my resting place. Good, you'll be joining me for the night."

She screamed and got up to run. His hands wrapped around her tightly, then pushed her into the opened coffin, on her back. She screamed as he pinned her inside, clamping her knees in some sort of contraption, then her arms.

When he was sure she was secured in, he stood, running fingers through his now disheveled hair. His eyes traveled down her now fully displayed body. Mortification rushed from her face to her toes.

"I've broken far too many servants this way, pet." He said while stripping off his clothes, "As you can tell, I've equipped for such things. Coffin big enough for two, after all." 

Areica screamed and screamed while he continued to undress slowly, as though savoring her fear. She didn't doubt that he did.

"No one will help you, Areica. The servants hate you because of your step-above status. Besides, they've had this once before. They do not want to experience it again. Especially poor Benjamin. He nearly lost his mind." That cruel laugh sounded again as he stripped off the last of his clothing

He climbed on top of her, resting between her opened legs. She wiggled, desperate for escape, but there was no rescue this time. All that did was press her body into his ice cold, dead flesh.

"Oh, do that again, pet. It makes me nice and ready." He said while closing the coffin on top of them with a hand, "Don't worry, there are holes in here. Enough for you to breathe . . . barely."

His lips pressed against her neck, sucking on the skin there. She whimpered in fear while he feasted on the flesh there. 

"Mmm, pet . . . I've waited three days for this. Three long days." He licked a line from her neck to her jaw

"Go to Hell!" she screamed at him

He laughed, then without warning, he buried fangs into her neck. She screamed out as the teeth burned into her. That fire spread throughout her body, searing every part of her before it settled on her loins. The sensation spread thin until it became that familiar wet warmth. Areica held the moan in, hoping that he wouldn't bring her in this humiliating manner. But it did, violently pulsing her loins. She trembled as she tumbled over the edge with a long groan.

Then more of him sank into her. Pain shot through her convulsing spot, ripping pleasure away. All of a sudden she was filled with something much too big and there was no escape from it. She screamed out in agony while it held there. 

Rhoeshard licked her neck, sealing the wound, while chuckling.

"Hot and wet. Just like I knew you would be."

He moved inside of her then. There was no gentleness, just furious thrusts in and out like a wild beast. He gave her no time to adjust while he forced himself into the glorious tightness. All Areica could do was cry and hope he would be finished soon.

"Tears, pet?" he said. Even in the dark, she could feel his sneer, "I take your maidenhead and you cry." He slammed into her hard enough to shake the coffin, "If it had been Master Khelman, would you have cried?"

He slammed into her over and over again while she whimpered.

"I bet you wished it would be him, didn't you? The one to take you. I saw how you watched him last night." Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam. "You don't watch ME like that. I bet you want him in you!"

He grunted, stopping his movements for a time. He readjusted himself in her until he reached a particular spot. Suddenly the pain was gone. It gave way to pleasure enough to make her shudder again.

"I'm going to make you like it. You hear me?!" he yelled at her, then forced his mouth on hers

Areica's eyes widened at this new violation. Despite everything else this thing had done to her that had remained sacred. He had never kissed her, which had made her happy. Now his tongue was swirling in her mouth, sucking her up. She had half a mind to bite it off, but she was no fool. 

His movements started again, this time slowly rubbing against that odd spot inside. She couldn't suppress the groan that rose in her throat as the wonderful pleasure tickled at her. Her walls tensed around his cock as he pushed in and out of her at a maddening pace.

Somehow that length stretched out her insides, giving that pleasure more to move along. That delicious sensation moved from the entrance to the very end of her. It felt too good. Too wonderful. How did this keep happening to her?

"That's right . . . " he said heatedly after parting lips, "I feel you tightening. Those little spasms not long before your end."

She was close. She could feel it. That initial orgasm had made her body sensitive to him. Now she rode that edge with ease.

"Please . . . " she groaned in a beg, though she didn't know why.

He moved slightly faster against that spot. Her body shuddered under him as he continued. Soon, her hole tightened and spasmed wildly, hugging the stiff thing in her. She screamed out, arching her body against his. Something gushed out from her body as the pulses continued.

"That's right, you little wench, cum around my cock. Squeeze it. Milk it." Rhoe whispered to her as she went over the edge again.

He held himself deep in her while waiting for her body to quiet. Areica's head slumped to the side as she panted. Finally, it ended.

No. It hadn't. Once she caught her breath, he started moving his hips. Now that she was wet and stretched, his movements didn't feel forced. In fact, he slid in her with ease now. Though she didn't want to enjoy him, she did. Again, she teetered on the edge of it. Only a few strokes later, she spasmed again while she screamed out in pleasure.

"You're such a slut, pet. You cum a little too easily. You noisy, wanton thing." He laughed, though it held no humor . . . just contempt 

She didn't care what he said. He was still moving in and out of her. Sometimes quickly. Sometimes slowly as though pacing himself to prevent his end. He brought her over and over and over again for hours, until her body shook with exhaustion more than pleasure. Areica noted that, he too, was getting tired. His movements weren't forceful anymore. He barely pulled back enough to create motion. Now he was simply rocking into her without energy.

Finally, he stopped all together as she came one last time. He couldn't hold himself any longer. He spilled into her while he held himself deep in her. She felt that cool rush of his juices flowing into her.

He kissed her sweaty brow as he chuckled. He didn't move his stiffness out of her. He just held it as far as he could.

"Good morning, pet." He said.

Her eyes went wide as most of his body became limp on her. Only his stiffness remained solid as he died for the day. She struggled beneath him, whimpering, disgusted by the dead flesh on her . . . in her. He left her trapped until he woke for the night. She couldn't breathe thanks to the dead weight. Tears trickled down her face. How could the other servants endure this breed of punishment? No wonder they stayed . . . They would be caught, and . . . and . . . 

Sickness welled in her stomach. If she ran, she would face this punishment again if caught. No! No! Never again! Anything was better than this! She gagged on the bile rising in her throat. Until she had a better plan, she was stuck as Rhoe's servant. But someday, she would break free. And on that day, he would die for the final time.



Bought Ch. 04



–Lawless–

Though the world is run by various monarchies, Union has no official leader. Each group has an official of sorts that answer to the nearest law of their kind. In the long run, though, Union is lawless. Anything goes as long as one is not caught. That was why Union was home to so much scum, though they stayed in particular areas, for the most part. However, many upper class people were as much of criminals as the lower class.

That was simply the nature of Union.

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The moment she was freed from the coffin, she rushed to the wash room of her quarters. For hours, something dead lie upon her. For hours, his ever stiff member anchored her to the floor of the coffin. Of course, even if he hadn't been inside her, she couldn't have made an escape. After all, she had been chained inside with the corpse.

Now Areica felt sore and dirty. She spent a great deal of time buried up to her chin in the bathtub. She would have been content to stay there for the rest of the day, if a knock hadn't come to the door.

"Mistress," Ben called from the other side.

"Don't call me that." She said, barely loud enough to be heard.

"Mistress," Ben continued, ignoring her, "Master Khelman has returned. He requests your presence in his study, immediately."

Her defeated eyes perked up ever so slightly. Master Khelman was the person between her and Rhoeshard. Without him, things like last night would happen. She knew for sure now than she had before.

"I'll be out in a minute." Her voice was as defeated as the look on her face

She took her time toweling off. What if Rhoe caught her along the way to see Khelman? What would he do to her? She couldn't deal with another punishment right now. So, she found the most unattractive pieces of garments to wear, just in case.

Head bowed the entire path, Areica made her way to Khelman's study. She knocked on the door a few times and waited for an answer.

"Come in, princess." He said from the other side of the door.

Letting out a deep sigh, Areica opened Khelman's door. Once inside, she didn't bother to look up.

"You called for me . . . Master?"

"Yes." He said, sternly, "Look at me as I talk to you, dear."

Hesitantly, she made eye contact with Master Khelman. He stared back at her with a look of anger, and maybe pity. His dark eyes bore into her as though trying to see through her or deep inside of her. She wanted to turn away, but something about his stance commanded her to keep her attention focused on him.

"Come here, Areica." He said as he took a seat in his chair.

Slowly, Areica moved closer. She went to sit in the chair opposite of his, when he held up a hand.

"Come HERE, Areica." He gestured to his side of the desk

Confused, she walked around the dark oak desk and stood in front of Khelman. He stared up at her for a long moment before he reached for her hand.

"Sit." He offered his lap

Her eyes widened as she began backing away. His hand gripped her, pulling her closer. She stood deathly still after she got close enough to brush him.

"Sit . . . " he said soothingly, "Just sit. Nothing else, princess." 

Part of her wanted to run. Hell, most of her. She trusted this one more than the other, but that wasn't saying much. Either way, they were both cold blooded killers. In the end though, his sincere face had her lowering her bottom to his lap. As soon as she settled, he cradled her in strong arms.

It felt . . . safe. That surprised her. The moment he began holding her, she felt something better than contempt . . . something warm and happy. Safe. Safe for the first time in days.

His fingers stroked her cheek while he watched her warm to his hold. Her eyes were so wide, like those of a frightened child. Khelman wanted to drive some of that fear away.

"I know he hurt you, Areica. It is Rhoe's way. Some Vampire are more . . . human . . . than others. Rhoe hadn't much humanity when living. It was almost all lost when he changed." Khelman whispered to her, keeping her face close, "I cannot promise that he will not hurt you again. All I know is that attempting to run away is dangerous. Stay here. Let me protect you as much as I am able." His fingers trailed down her neck to the bruised teeth marks, "I promise that for every bit of bad, I will attempt to make it up with good."

He turned her face a little more to give the right angle. She stared down at him, her eyes full of tears that made his blood boil. This girl was a vibrant creature at heart. Why did Rhoe insist on breaking her like this? What would happen to her spirit?

His eyes closed slightly as he moved her closer. Ever so softly, he kissed her full, sweet lips. Just enough to test the waters. They felt exactly as he imagined. Warm. Soft. Wonderful. They trembled as they touched his. He could still feel the trembling as their mouths hung nearby, but not together.

"Master Khelman . . . " she said, full of fear and confusion

"Shh, princess," he consoled her, "No more tears, today. Let me take care of you."

He brought her mouth back to his. He sucked on her lips as though feasting on her. His tongue ran over the plump little thing while she moaned into his mouth. Her body pressed against his. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Khelman used his fingertips to trace her arms lightly until he heard a small giggle in her throat.

His mouth released hers again as a smile grabbed a hold on him. He watched her, eyes still closed and savoring the gentle union. He brought his fingers to her round cheeks, leisurely moving along the contours of it. Her face pressed into his fingers, desperate for the gentle touch.

Khelman slid the girl off his lap, though she greatly objected. He chuckled under his breath as she whimpered sadly. Poor child. When he still breathed, he had a loving home. He couldn't imagine a life without any gentle care. At least, he could grant her that now.

He grabbed onto her hips as he stared up at her. Slowly, he bunched up her dress. Until it reached mid-thigh, Areica had allowed it. When it hit that point, her hands reached down to stop him.

"N-no . . . please . . . " 

He frowned up at her. Areica couldn't even breathe thanks to the fear of his touch, that made him feel awful for her.

"Trust in me. Please. If only a little now. Try to trust me." He asked

His sincerity confused her. The look on his face couldn't be a lie. It just couldn't. But how could she trust him with her body after it had been so rudely violated. After it had betrayed her so many times.

She hesitantly moved her hand away. The skirt continued to bunch up her body until Master Khelman found her undergarments. Keeping her eyes focused on his prevented her from running away screaming, even when he pulled the flimsy piece of material down her legs.

"Sit on the desk, little one."

She nodded, then did as he asked. His cool, but soothing hands parted her legs wider and wider. A few times she nearly shut them and got up, but he did it so slowly, that the threat she would have felt diminished.

He knelt down before her now opened legs. The entire movement, he kept his attention focused on her weary face. His hands stroked her inner thighs while waiting for her to release some of that tension and fear. He had to smile at the clean scent wafting to meet his nose. A woman after a bath was always wonderful, he mused. Many days from his youth came to haunt him as he breathed her in.

Khelman put her legs over his wide shoulders, close to the tops of her thighs. This gave him good leverage and kept her opened for him. He looked down at her with a smile. She gasped as his mouth made its way closer to that sweet smelling femininity.

Areica groaned as his tongue swept through the partially opened slit. He gave two long ones, causing her to tighten.

"M-master!" she yelped. That was so . . . wicked!

He smiled at her, still kindly . . . almost fatherly. That playfulness in his look caused her heart to leap into her throat. Ignoring her surprise, he got back to work, this time focusing on her little nub that hardened the moment he licked.

His tongue was persistent as it circled her quickly, then darted back and forth. The pattern stayed unpredictable. Each moment served as a surprise to her body. Warmth surged through her as he kept it up until she nearly felt faint.

His tongue moved down her, pushing into the still hurting center of her. Areica whimpered and cried out in pain. Rhoe looked up at her sadly.

"I am sorry, princess. That was careless." He said, then gave her outer folds soft kisses.

She shook her head, "It is fine."

He nodded, then got back to work. Swirling, swirling, his tongue went. Her hips bounced off the table as pleasure continued to rock her over and over again. She didn't moan loudly, but she panted. Each jolt of pleasure caught her breath until it passed. Khelman moaned at the light pants while his tongue pressed harder and harder, sending her closer and closer. Her eyes rolled back in her head while her hips continued to jump despite his efforts to keep her still. Her fingers dug into the edge of his desk, nearly splintering a part of it.

"Oh, Master . . . Ohhhhhhh . . . " she murmured as Khelman's licking pushed her off that edge

She convulsed over and over again while Master Khelman licked up her juices. When she finally quieted, her master returned to his chair, pulling her into his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder, while he stroked the length of her back. The pair stayed this way for a long time. Areica savored every moment of the safeness she felt. She nearly drifted off to sleep before he spoke.

"Some people use the advantage of this town to meet certain means. I know that I am a criminal in my own right, but I do what I must to survive. But, some things are simply cruel. Nothing can be done since everything is behind closed doors, so to speak. Sometimes it is safer just to play dumb. Do you understand what I'm telling you, princess?"

She nodded in the crook of his neck.

"Good. All I need from you is some amount of loyalty. I'll try to keep your tasks from going too far against your grain. That's all I need . . . anything else . . . we can discuss later. Right now, you should return to your room and get some rest. I will see you when night falls again." He kissed her forehead then helped her sit up, "Good rest, princess."

She nodded. Still shaky from their encounter, Areica made her way out of the room. At the wall opposite the door, Rhoe stood there with a scowl on his face. Giving him a slight bow, as any good slave would, she headed for the stairs that led to her room. On the way, she heard a door slam. It sounded angry. For some reason, that made her smile. 



Bought Ch. 05



The Clan of the Incubi

The Incubi, and their sisters the Succubi, are possibly the least and the most frightening of the Daemon species. A full-blooded of the kind could bend the will of their victims with the use of lust and sex in any form. With powers ranging from instant orgasm to sensory explosions leading to excruciating pain, other species found them either delightful or deadly. 

The worst of their power, however, is the ability to drink in the life-force of those who succumb to them. The soul's energy can be a drinking fountain for the Incubi, or a meal worthy of a king that will fill them more than any food could.

Luckily, over time, their kind had become diluted with other Daemon species. Sex was replaced by power. The ability to drink energy lost or capped with a constant leak of the energy ingested. Very rarely, an Incubi can hold onto the power fed to them for extended amounts of time, especially a child of an Incubi/Human union–though that was rare in itself.

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Shadows and light played on her face as she stared up at Rhoe, sweating heavily and breathing just as hard. He smiled down at her. The vampire looked imposing with his chest heaving at her on false breaths. Even his face appeared flushed like he still had a heart to beat. Areica knew otherwise. The smell of old blood filled the air too much to think the man in front of her lived. It made her feel sick though she did not show it.

With a raised brow and teasing smile, Rhoe kicked the sword from her hand. The shining metal glinted as the weapon skidded across the glossy wooden floor of the sparring room. Her now empty hand closed, scraping against the flooring with over-sharp nails before becoming a fist.

His own sword fell to her neck, the point taunting her to move along the visible bite marks healing on her skin. Areica's violet eyes flashed at him with more than a hint of anger–something that made him rather amused.

"You know, pet, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you were fighting to kill." He said, bending down with the sword still in place, "But we were just playing, were we not?"

He'd been teaching her to protect herself and defend herself for the last few weeks. Thanks to the violent breaking of her, she remained on the protective side. During this session, he threatened such an attack again. It forced her on the offensive.

His hand wrapped his hand in her hair, pulling her near. The point bit at her, but she refused to satisfy him with a scream.

"Weren't we?" he asked again, hands tightening in her curling black locks

"Yes." She spat more than said

He pulled his sword back then tossed it to the side. She whimpered, despite her will not to, as he jerked her closer to his face. Fear shot through her, just as he'd trained her to feel whenever he crossed her personal boundaries like this. Master Rhoe smiled, obviously smelling that scent of terror that he seemed to love so damn much.

"Good. I thought as much." He pulled her roughly again, but up this time, not toward, "You'd never hurt your Master Rhoe, would you?"

She swallowed her reply like a bitter pill. Yes . . . if she had the strength, he'd never see the sun set again. But she didn't say it. She was not as foolish as that. However, when no reply came, he pulled her as close as he could, closing the distance between their bodies. The move knocked her off balance. To regain some of it, her hand fell to his chest. He was cool and wet thanks to the blood she spilled with her sword. Her open palm fell in the center of the slit of blood, marring the perfect pale, white expanse of his chest.

Rhoe sucked in a breath of pain as the palm pressed into him. His hand came to her neck with claws pressing into the length of her neck. Fear grabbed her again. He had the capability to rip her throat out, and he would if it suited him.

His head threw back slightly, while his eyes fluttered. A look of ecstacy crossed his features as he dug in. Her fear was an aphrodisiac to him. His member ripened between them. Immediately, she felt ill . . . she felt numb . . . 

With a graceful movement, he sat higher up on his knees until her face touched his hardness through his leather pants. His crotch grounded into her flesh as he gyrated on her. It obviously gave him a thrill. Rhoe's breath hitched then growled as the air spilled from his lungs.

Areica feared what came next. Normally, by now, Master Rhoe would have pushed her to the ground and made his way between her legs. This time, however, he just continued to rub himself on her, possessively. She couldn't hold back the whimper that crept to her throat. Rhoe rewarded her fear with a deep throated chuckle.

His free hand slipped between the meeting of their bodies. His pants fell open after a jerky movement on a leather strap hanging before them. The hard pink shaft of him sprang out of the new opening. Rhoe's hips continued to move, brushing that thing on her. It left a cool, wet line along its path. 

He maneuvered himself, and her, so that her face lined up with his manhood. She looked at it, then looked to him with confusion.

"Open your mouth." He said, his voice thick with need.

She refused, shaking her head. Her jaw tightened as though she was clenching her teeth. Rhoe yanked her hair hard enough that she knew some of it ripped from her scalp. She whimpered pathetically. Tears stung her eyes.

"Open. Your. Mouth!" his voice was forceful this time, more anger than need.

Unwilling to go through such pain again, Areica did as told. Her trembling lips parted, forming an "O." Roughly, Rhoe pulled her face closer to the stiffly standing cock. He shoved her onto it, pushing that smooth, sleek thing into her mouth as far back as it could go. 

She gagged which made him groan. 

She choked; he laughed. 

Tears streamed down her cheeks; he smiled.

He moved her head back and forth like the friction of sex and all she could do was allow it to happen submissively. She hated the sensation of the meat throbbing between her lips. Her teeth began bearing down on it.

Rhoe stopped suddenly with an angry hiss that caught her attention.

"You know what I can do to you if you injure me, pet." He wrapped her hair around his fist, "I'll rip your pretty little head off."

It almost sounded better than this. But then she thought of Master Khelman. As promised, over the last weeks, he'd given her a taste of the good when Rhoe dished out the bad. He'd make this up to her, if only she could make it through this.

Closing her eyes, Areica allowed her mouth to go slack. Rhoe's grip on her hair loosened, but remained in place, forcing her head back and forth on him. He forced her so far that she could feel the coarse blonde hairs of him tickling her nose. 

The movements became erratic as Master Rhoe's "breath" quickened. The throbbing became frequent jolts as her mouth sucked on him. After endless moments, he stopped. Something chilled and wet shot down her throat, causing her to gag again. Rhoe did not move to allow her to spit it out. No, he just threw his head back and groaned with pleasure. She had no choice but to swallow that salty stuff.

And something shot through her. As she sucked out the cum from him, she felt an energy overwhelm her. Suddenly she felt warm and whole, satisfied as though she'd had a tremendous meal. It was like she'd never HAD a full meal before . . . Was this what it was like to feed on her own and not just soak up the sex?

She drank the spunk down, milking him for everything he had. Rhoe grunted above her, somewhere between pleasure and pain. She didn't care. She wanted to taste more of that feeling . . . It felt like drinking delight and rapture. Her head swam with it. It made her drunk with it.

A sharp pain brought her to herself. Eyes fluttering, she looked up at Master Rhoe, who stared down at her in anger. He brought his fist to her again, though she was not aware of the first time. 

"I said, stop, wench!!" he screamed as flesh contacted flesh. 

Areica let go of the softening member and came down to the ground in a heap of pain. She whimpered, bringing her hands to her head. She heard Rhoe stand, then the rustle of him fixing himself. It apparently took him a moment to gather himself, because it seemed long before he moved again.

"When I say stop, I mean it." He screamed causing her head to throb, "Am I going to have to punish you yet again?!"

He grabbed at her hair, lifting her from the floor. She clawed at it as though trying to find a way to hold herself down. There was nothing to help her. Fear grabbed her. Punishment. Always punishment.

"Put her down, Rhoeshard." A deep voice called from the other side of the room.

It was painful, but Areica managed to open her eyes. She couldn't help smiling when she saw Master Khelman standing in the doorway of the training room like a black angel of mercy. He still wore his ankle length coat that held his body perfectly. She could almost make out the lines of his muscles through the coat. His long dark hair flowed over the black coat, framing his pale face in darkness. 

If she wasn't in pain, she would have wanted him. That caused a dull ache in her stomach.

"Master," Rhoe started, "She disobeyed me. We cannot tolerate insolence from–"

Khelman raised a hand, stopping his subordinate with the mere gesture. Disgusted, Rhoe let go of Areica's hair. She fell back to the ground, covering her face. Hands touched her shoulders, lifting her up. A feeling of relief washed through her, knowing that it was Khelman.

"Etonae is in the waiting room, Rhoe." Master Khelman said as he pulled the girl closer, "He has a delivery. Go take care of him, then have dinner prepared."

Dark eyes glowed at light with anger. Rhoe swallowed hard. Anger coated the blonde's face, though fear lit his eyes.

"Yes, master." He said, bowed, then left the room.

Once the blonde vampire left the room, she felt Master Khelman's anger dissipated into something much calmer, gentler. Areica pressed her face into the comfort of him, taking in the scent of his coat. It was downy soft against her skin scented with the freshness of a night breeze. She drew in a long breath of it, finding some comfort in the smell.

He pulled her back and looked down into her face. She knew what roamed through his mind. Apologies and reasons why Rhoe had to remain in their lives. How many times had Khelman told her that to be without Rhoe was more dangerous to be with him? It seemed foolish, but she knew it was true. The vampire had too much information on his master to allow him to go freely.

So all Master Khelman could do was make it better.

He didn't speak. He just watched his fingers running through her dark hair. Areica gasped for him, which made him smile, albeit uneasily. The movement shifted so his fingers could move to the underside of her jaw.

"Welcome home, Master." She whispered, shaking

"Thank you." He returned

His lips brushed hers, a movement that grazed her soul more than anything. She could feel every movement of him as he spoke into her mouth.

"What escape can I offer you, princess?"

She whimpered quietly as his tongue traced her bottom lip. Areica turned her head slightly to get away from him. Embarrassment rode her.

"He made me do awful things . . . " she whispered

His hand gently stroked the growing swelling on the side of her face. She winced. Khelman pulled his hand away and placed it on her shoulder.

"You can make him stop." The plead was heavy in her voice.

His brow furrowed at her, "I've explained this to you. My offers of protection can only be limited. I am all I have to offer."

Tears trickled down her face. She could see how that made him ache. She could see the muted anger, too. If he'd been Rhoe's true sire and not an honor-bound master, things would have been so different. If Rhoe hadn't grown in power . . . If there had been another Khelman could find . . . Always "if."

He pressed her down to the shining floor with his body.  His arms propped him above her. Long dark locks cascaded around her face, hiding both of them in a drape of black, soft as breath. Wavering candlelight peeked through the hair, giving both of them a warm glow . . . especially his eyes. They burned at her as deep chocolate pools that glittered with gold. She couldn't look at them . . . they were too beautiful, and were sucking her into him.

She moved her face as his lips lowered toward hers. They met her cheek in the softest of touches that slithered across her skin like a trickle of water. It was cool and refreshing, but something about it put fear through her. The fear seized her throat, making it impossible to breathe properly.

Khelman's lips continued their path down Areica's neck. Sharp teeth teased at her until she trembled thanks to something between fear of being bitten and desire of the body. His gloved hands trailed her bare arms. His hips ground into her groin.

"This isn't how I imagined this moment with you . . . " he whispered into her ear as he slid back up her body, "But I cannot deny how I've longed for it. Since our first kiss, I've desired you."

Her eyes fluttered closed, then tensed together tightly. Pretty words, but she wasn't sure how to feel about them. No matter what, Areica was merely his slave. He may desire her body, but it was his to take. Wasn't it? That thought rolled bitterly down her throat as she swallowed.

He tossed his hair back over his shoulder as his entire body moved down hers. A hand tugged at her corset until her breast spilled, firm and plump. As he tenderly kissed the mound, his fingers continued to her bare midriff with a barely-there touch. The muscles of her stomach tensed as he played with her.

With a smile, Khelman sat up from her. He seemed to admire her heaving chest as he slipped the long, dark coat from his body. Her stomach fell away as the coat hit the floor, for more reasons than one. The black leather vest he wore fit him perfectly, giving his torso a broad, flipped triangle shape. The puffed sleeves of a dressy white shirt hid the muscles she knew were there whenever he held her. Her stomach clenched more after seeing him than it did when he gingerly touched her.

He lifted her leg, placing it on his chest as the rest of her lie still. His fingers danced along the laces of her thigh high boots, pulling the ties until half of the boot split open wide enough to pull free. With a tug, the thing pulled from her feet. Master Khelman smiled as it fell to the ground.

The left boot followed. With a thud, it fell to the floor. His hands stroked her tightly clad legs. A hungry growl escaped his lips, just loud enough for her to hear. She felt a tremble go through her. He felt it too, and took pride in the quivering of her body.

His hands grabbed at the waist of her pants. With a violent tug, he pulled them downward until soft dark curls exposed themselves. He reached around until his hands cupped her rear. It took little effort to lift her closer to him. His body bent to meet her hips that were now oh-so-close. Khelman licked the hair and the soft mound that housed them. Excitement seized her, particularly when his tongue slipped deeper into her pants, passed the mound to her heat. He lapped up that place until she let out an undignified squeak. His chuckle in response was deep throated and very manly.

Before she even realized it, the pants were gone and she lay sprawled on the ground for her master. Fingers stroked the soft, pink flesh until it trembled.

"Master . . . " she whispered with an ache

"Shh, princess." He returned, running his hands down her inner thighs, "It will all be better soon. I promise."

His hands moved from her until they reached the front of his pants. She groaned at the skin tight material, especially at the lump begging for release from its confines. A few hand gestures later and it sprung forth, stiff, pale, wet, and beautiful. It wasn't as large as Rhoe's, but something about it made her quake. She wanted to taste it . . . to wipe the flavor of Rhoe's cock out of her mouth. She began sitting up, but Master Khelman "tutted" her.

"Another day, perhaps, but I would not last you if you touched me so intimately." He pulled away from her, then stretched out beside her, "Come, Areica, too long have you been taken. Take what you wish this once. I beg you."

Confusion spread on her face only to be replaced by some darker knowledge. He was offering himself to her. She looked at the long white rod that waited between black leather. Her heart pounded in her ears. Did he understand what this meant to her?

There was knowledge on his face as she turned her attention back to him. He knew what he offered her. Hesitantly, she moved from the floor to straddle his body. Nervously, she looked down at him, while he grabbed her hips.

"I don't know what to do."

He smiled then guided her body accordingly. She felt him pressing against her opening, that willing and ready place that needed a good filling.

"Trust me. You'll know in just a moment." His hold on her loosened, but his hands remained where they were, "Move for me, princess. Move for Master Khelman."

She didn't need to adjust herself much. In a slow movement, she sank on him, devouring his member with trembling walls of heat. It sucked at him, dragging him further inside as her hips insecurely bobbed up and down. He groaned, long and deep as she continued to move, just as he asked. That groan gave her confidence. Those unsure movements became bolder, hungrier, more demanding. His fingers tensed along her hips, holding her firmly as she met his hips with thrust after thrust.

Her back bowed as jolts of pleasure rushed from their meeting bodies up her spine. It was intense, wonderful, everything the act should be . . . at least that's what her heart told her. There was no underlying fear, just pleasure. She'd never known this with Rhoe, and never would. Her body tingled and throbbed with the rippling pleasure washing through her.

She leaned over Khelman, riding him like she would a speeding horse. Her one exposed breast taunted at him from above. Its center tight, pointing to him. His eyes watched the delicious flesh bounce up and down as she moved for him.  That hungry look in his eyes made her move faster, harder, taking more than giving. Riding hard and fast like he was hers to command, and not the other way around. Just this once, she had control.  For the first time in her life, she had exactly what she wanted. Areica reveled in it.

Her legs shook as a wild energy spread through her body. It felt like she was sucking him into herself and whatever made the vampire a living entity became a part of her. What he was and what she was mingled. She dug herself into that energy, drowning in it then drinking it up into her being. The sensation spasmed her muscles that started around the stiffness she rode, then up her body.

Areica screamed out, calling her master's name over and over again like a chant as that final release washed over her. The man beneath her tensed and growled while pushing her hips on him more securely. Her hips wiggled more than bounced under his demanding grip. Head thrown back and back arching, he pushed into her, stretching the quaking wetness around him to its limit. A smile twitched his lips as he grunted one last time. Finally, he spilled his seed into her. 

He held his hands out to her, opening himself. With a quiet moan, she flopped onto him. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. He placed an almost fatherly kiss on her sweaty brow.

"Good work, princess." He said with a content chuckle.

Areica could not speak. She was exhausted, but in a wonderful way. And she felt full . . . so full--in many ways, at that. He was still hard inside of her, but growing softer. Not wanting to lose that sensation quite yet, she shifted to pull more of him inside. The movement of her hips caused another grunt from her master. His hips moved upward, thrusting into her deeply.




Bought Ch. 05



"Now, now, my sweet girl. Give me time to recover." His hands roamed her back until it came to her bare rear, which he grabbed tightly enough that she knew it would leave marks. But it felt so damn good . . . 

"Sorry, sir." She moaned out as he relaxed his hips, pulling his cock out of her slowly, but not completely out.

His finger reached below her chin, forcing her face toward him. For a brief moment, he gave her an odd, confused look. Before she could question it, his features turned to something far more content and just a bit lazy.

"A member of our family has come home. I must attend to him." He said gently, as though talking to a child, "I assure you, we will have other nights with more time to enjoy." He gestured for her to move

Hesitantly, she sat up then climbed off of him. Her lower half clung to him briefly, giving a sticky sucking sound as he pulled out of her. The entire depth of her felt drenched thanks to her juices mixed with his.

"Go get dressed for dinner, princess, so that you can meet Etonae." He gave her leg a gentle pat as he sat up, "We have other business to attend to first, so we will meet you in the dining room."

He gave her a warm smile as he stood up. She watched in fascination as his member hung semi-loosely between his legs. Khelman shifted a few times before shoving himself into his pants. 

"Yes, Master."

Master Khelman patted her head as he bent to retrieve his coat. One final smile and he was gone.

Areica sat on the floor a little longer. She reveled in the fact that she could feel remnants of their time together seeping from her. It made it more real. Normally, the feeling of seed dripping from her womanhood disgusted her.

With a content smile, she fixed what little clothing she wore. The name Etonae rang a bell. She'd heard the name mentioned in passing by the staff, but never by her two masters. She wondered who the person was. Though, right now, it didn't matter. All she wanted was the promise of continuing this night some other time with Master Khelman.

She walked to the door, but not before passing one of the large mirrors of the sparring room. She only gave it a brief glance at first. Something glittering was near her eyes. It caught her off guard, causing her a double take. Areica looked closely until she found the spots again. 

It wasn't something in her eyes. It WAS her eyes. They glowed a soft shade of violet. Her mouth gapped as she brought a hand to her cheek, pulling the skin down further to expose the glowing orbs that were alive with power for the first time. 



Bought Ch. 06



In a world of so many mysterious species, the humans have very little defense against "dark" creatures. For the most part, the Fey have been kind enough to offer support, though at a price. Whatever that price is, it is not mentioned by many.

However, there are some humans who have their own inner strength. Powers similar to the other species occasionally manifest in the more adaptable one. For the most part, these extraordinary humans were the soul protectors of the weaker species.

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She was surprised that a human graced the dinner table at complete ease. Etonae swirled his glass of red wine with one hand as he told her Masters of his journeys. His demeanor was so casual. He even dared to become flippant at Master Rhoe, who was obviously biting his tongue and had been for two hours.

Areica eyed Etonae with trepidation as he spoke with his deeply, accented voice. He sounded educated, but the things he said struck her more of an adventurer than a scholar. And, much like Master Rhoeshard, he had this air of joviality that would pique anyone's interests. However, that was troublesome. If Etonae was anything like Rhoe, underneath that nice exterior lie something cruel. Too cruel.

To keep from staring, she focused on her plate. Rare roast, so decked with seasonings it formed a light crust on the top of the meat. Along with potatoes and leafy greens, it was quite a savory meal. However, her hunger felt satisfied without consumption. Instead, she picked at the tender meat.

Memories of Master Khelman came to her suddenly with a hot, throbbing pulse. The taste of his mouth . . . deceptively soft lips with the slightest hint of someone's blood. She remembered the scent of him as she pressed herself against him. Her body reveled in the feel of him buried to the hilt inside of her. A smile touched her lips as the after effects of memory flowed over her.

"Areica."

The voice snapped her back to the dinner table. She tried desperately to stop the growl that crept in her throat, but a little of it spilled out of her mouth. Her eyes met the new male at the dinner table as her hand covered her mouth in surprise.

He smiled at her, almost lewdly. His eyes, one grey blue, the other an electric shade of green, looked straight through her. Like he could see every part of her down to the soul. Her breath caught and his smile widened, auburn mustache twitching slightly as muscles worked.

In truth, this was the first time she'd looked at him. The moment she walked in after returning to her room to dress, she bowed her head slightly and took her place at the table. Now, he was unavoidable. 

Long tinted fingers trailed down his jaw–a sharp slope ending in a point at the chin. Straggly red-brown hairs littered his chin, meeting with the thin mustache above his full brown lips. He moved his body until hunched over the table slightly. Propping an elbow, he rested his head in his hand, giving Areica a look as though waiting. She watched as his long, thick braids nearly dipped into his half-eaten meal. He must have known the danger, since he flung it over his shoulder, exposing his ear. It almost glowed in the light with all its gold posts starting from lobe to tip. Etonae's eyes batted as that nearly boyish smile grew. 

"Areica!" Rhoeshard called from the left, fist slamming on the table in time.

Areica and the entire jolted. She turned in his direction. A shiver ran down her spine like an ice-coated finger. Though his face stayed deceptively calm, Master Rhoe's eyes held a heat. She knew that look too well. The vampire was angry and wanted quench that anger. Her stomach clenched as her hand began to shake. Wincing from the savageness and darkness of Rhoe's eyes, Areica turned to Master Khelman.

There was a weariness in her other Master's eyes. Suddenly, she understood a little of the tension. It made her tense that much more. How much of that anger Rhoe had would be paid with her body?

"Sorry, sirs." She said quietly, "Was something asked of me?"

Khelman shook his head. In front of her, Etonae cleared his throat. She turned to him expectantly.

"No, lady, I was simply trying to get you to stop staring at me." Etonae said as he waved a hand dismissively. "It's such a rude thing to do over dinner."

There was a hissing sound off to the left. Areica dared not turn to see the look on the blonde master's face. 

"Not that I mind," continued Etonae, "Some say I'm nice to look at. But, you, lady, you're a sight far better than I am."

A flush spread over her cheeks. Whether from embarrassment or anger, she wasn't sure. There wasn't much time to ponder. An icy chill and static filled the air. A blur moved over the table, quickly as a flash of lightning in a storm, knocking over place settings and candelabras alike.

Before it could register in her mind, she saw Master Rhoe lording over Etonae. His claws dug into the other man's neck. There was nothing human in Rhoe then. Just an angry monster out for blood. Each choking sound Etonae made, it raised hairs on the back of Areica's neck. She felt something rush through her . . . some need to stop this. Her hand reached for the sharp knife on the table. Once in her hand, she clutched it tightly in her left hand, ready to strike.

Hiking up her long violet gown, she climbed onto the table. Distantly, she heard her plate clamber to the floor. As she raised her hand to strike, she noted a blazing feeling at her side. Wide-eyed, she turned only to see a blaze along the fine satin table cloth. Hissing, she tried to get away, but a clawed hand grabbed her wrist. Nails dug in so thoroughly, they broke her skin. Yelping, she dropped the knife. 

The blaze was getting closer. Etonae's fist pounded on Rhoe's arm, but Rhoe could not be moved. In fact, his ice green gaze turned to Areica. Possession and anger were in that stare. She whimpered, knowing what her attempt to help Etonae would cost. 

Another blast of different, but similar energy and Master Khelman appeared in front of Rhoe, fast as the wind. The darker man stared at his protege without expression. He just loomed, intimidatingly and still as the dead of night. Rhoe paid him little attention, until Khelman's hand turned his face.

Master Khelman's eyelids lowered sleepily as he stared at his vampire companion. Behind those lids, his eyes grew incredibly large until the whites no longer showed. There was something hollow about the darkness, encompassing too. It made Areica feel as though she might fall in if she watched too intently.

Rhoe tensed, then shook. His green eyes momentarily rolled in the back of his head. Areica tried to move, but whatever was happening didn't diminish Rhoe's strength. He simply held on as the fire began sizzling off the fine hairs of her exposed arm. Panic rose in her until the point she nearly lost thought and let instinct take over.

But he let go. Etonae first, then her. Blood dripped down her arm as she slid off the table which was now half covered in fire. Etonae gasped a few times, looking hazily at Khelman. Khelman was too focused on Rhoe, who now muttered incoherently. 

Once he got himself steady, Etonae raised a hand over the fire. His hand was scarred and bandaged, but a massive blue jewel glimmered at his ring finger distractively.

"Afiran." He said calmly.

The jewel blazed to life as the fire died down from blaze to smolder. Suddenly, Areica felt as though she could breathe again. Of course, this also made her aware of other things like her pain. She clutched her still bleeding arm and held it close to her chest.

"Etonae. Take Areica to her room and fix her wound." Khelman said calmly, but darkly still focused on the confused looking Rhoe.

"Yes, Master." The man responded, then moved around the table

Once there, Etonae placed a hand on Areica's shoulder, turning her away from the sight of Khelman and Rhoe. Gently, he led her from the room. As they moved further down the hall, there was a blast of energies, swirling angrily. Areica shivered. The man beside her squeezed her shoulder tightly, then relaxed. Together, they moved up the stairs.

He opened the door to her room. She wasn't sure she liked the idea that he felt so casually about her space, but she swallowed that for now. There had been enough fighting for one night. Instead, she focused on the thing that just came to her.

"You're a Mage?" she asked, trying for casual and failing.

"Yes." He said, leading her to the bed, "Sit. I'll fix you."

Obediently, she sat on the edge of the bed. Blood dripped onto her carpet and onto the silky dress she wore. Though, at the moment, it didn't matter. She was still too shaken up to care about that.

"Let me see." He said, taking her arm, "Deep. Don't worry." He touched a finger to one of the wounds, "Congeal and seal this blood forced from the wound." 

There was a tingling sensation along her arm. The blood stopped from the crescent moon cut, then the skin started to mend together. He repeated the spell for the last of her wounds. Once finished, he admired his handiwork.

"It's sealed, but it needs time to heal completely." He picked up a piece of blank parchment from her nightstand. With an awkward gesture the paper shredded and reformed into, which she found out as he wrapped the wrist, was soft and cloth like.

She watched in amazement. She'd never seen anything like the things he was doing. Her jaw dropped slightly as he wrapped her up.

"Why don't Mages rule?" she asked, barely audible

Though the words were more for her than a question to be asked, Etonae answered.

"Simple, really. It takes too long to do the spells. A vamp could have ripped my throat out by now if he attacked." He smirked and pointed to the marks on his neck, "Oh, and the aftermath of a big spell is murder on the aura."

He moved a hand over her face without touching. A tingling feeling moved along her skin, raising the fine hairs of her cheek. It gave her an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach, right above her navel. She raised a brow and pulled back from him. When eyes met, she saw the smirking humor in his eyes. Areica, however, couldn't manage to figure what was funny.

"Thank you." She said, "I'll be fine now."

Etonae just nodded, then began looking around Areica's room. Humming a tune that sound Feyish, he picked at her trinkets.

"Excuse me!" she huffed

"You're excused." He sighed as he took the locket Master Khelman had given her after his last travel, "Definitely Khelman's style. He loves giving nice things. Not long ago, he gave me this fantastic time orb."

Huffing, Areica stood up. Despite what this life meant for her, she enjoyed her private place. Now this stranger was bent on violating it. But the moment she moved, she winced. Her body was stiff from the day's earlier sparring session. Each move of an arm or leg was protested by tense muscles. A small yelp escaped her mouth, catching Etonae's attention.

"Hmm . . . sounds like you're not fine after all." He took a step closer, but she raised a hand.

"I'll be fine. Honestly." She strained with effort to lower her arm

"Hmph." He laughed, then closed the distance between them, "Rhoe challenges hard, doesn't he?" he said, shaking his head, "Welp, allow me to help you relax."

She raised a brow, then he raised his own. A laugh rose in his throat. 

"Not in that capacity, dear." He moved around her, "But I know ways that are almost as interesting and fun."

Hands moved to her tense shoulders. Large, strong hands that, once placed properly, began kneading her skin. The persistence of the touch began relaxing her. The knots in her muscles untangled. Areica's eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Behind her, she heard Etonae shuffling, but she ignored it in favor of sensation.

"That's more like it." He whispered, but in front of her

Areica opened her eyes with confusion. His hands were still massaging her from behind, yet he stood in front of her with two hands on her arms, pressing into her. His knowing smile made her uneasy. 

"Magic can be used for many things." He nodded, "At any rate, let's get you undressed."

Her brows knit together, "Pardon?"

He rolled his eyes. His hands slid up her until they reached the shoulder lacings holding her dress closed. 

"I thought you said–" she said jerking back

Phantom hands held her in place. Her cheeks stained pink as a look of coyness spread on Etonae's face.

"You're still thinking in a completely wrong direction." He smirked, "Just trying to give you a massage. Hard to do with layers of petticoats in the way." He pointed to her skirt.

He undid the ties of her dress with ease. One shoulder fell, then the next. Only her laced bodice kept her body from being exposed. He continued to pull at her clothing, stopping once to make eye contact. Taking her confusion for approval, he undid her bodice, allowing the last of her dress to cascade to the floor.

Now bare from waist up, Areica felt a twinge of shame. How far down the path she'd fallen. Even after all that she'd been through, at the moment, she felt even more whorish. She closed her eyes tightly while his fingers swiftly untied the belt of her petticoat. Her lips tensed to a slit as the material fell to the ground with a thump.

More phantom hands touched her skin, kneading it distractively. She swallowed hard as what she assumed were real hands steered her to the bed.

"You're awfully tense for a succubus." Etonae said as he helped her in the bed.

"Half-breed." She murmured, sounding slightly nervous.

He laughed once, a barking sound that made her jump. Hands pushed her back, begging her to relax. If it wasn't so comforting, she would have been upset.

"Half or whole, you're very fragile about your body." 

She turned her head slightly and opened an eye. Etonae was beside her, kneeling next to the bed watching her. That playful charm only poked through his serious look.

"Why is that, by the way?" he asked. His charm was more in his voice than his face.

"Why do you think?" she whispered.

"It's like that, is it?" he propped an elbow on the bed, then rested his head, "Let me guess. Rhoeshard. Luckily, I was never allowed to be touched by him. I belong to Master Khelman only."

That was a painful thing for her to hear. Why was she so cursed to belong to Master Rhoe? Though, Rhoe had to share.

"What do you do for him?" Her voice sounded surprisingly relaxed to her ears

"Mmm," he pushed aside a lock of hair threatening to go into her eye, "Well, I take care of the dirty work. I take the . . . product . . . and distribute it. The buyers give me their funds. I, in turn, once my supply is depleted, return here and give Master Khelman his due rewards. Then I am sent out for whatever he wishes."

The hands on her skin continued to stroke away the tension in her body. Areica's body felt heavier and more relaxed after each touch. She barely noticed how the touches became bolder, moving along her stomach and thighs as though exploring.

"You're very pretty." He murmured as he played with another lock of hair.

"Hmph, you should see my older sister."

"I have. Intimately." He laughed at the surprised sound she made, "I do many things for my master's love, just as I am sure you will, too."

"I refuse."

"I think you shouldn't. Areica, you're a succubus. Your body is more of a weapon than any blade. I felt your energy surge. In time, you'll learn to use it." His statement didn't seem final.

"But . . . "

"But . . . " he sighed, "You'd be a threat I am not sure Master Rhoe would tolerate." He sighed again, "Let's not think on it right now. Right now, focus on what I am doing for you."

And she did. Each touch made her more sensitive. Her breathing sped up as the hands seem to move closer to more intimate places.

"Why ARE you doing this?" 

"Mmm," a real hand slid down her back from her shoulder blade to the small of her back forcing a shudder, "We're going to be partners. A partner should be able to do these things. Now hush. It's about to get interesting."

The hands continued, being bolder by the moment. Nearly against her will, she moved her legs further apart, almost asking for more. There were so many hands: down her back, shoulders, neck, scalp, buttocks, thighs, and legs. All touched her with precision, giving her the right amount of stimulation to have her moan softly.

"I know you don't feel it, but your power is rising. It's pouring over me." Etonae whispered hoarsely, "Ahhh, it's hot. Feels good."

She couldn't answer. Areica was too involved in the hands to speak.

"I want to know more." He said, "Do you?"

She nodded; he groaned.

Real hands moved to her waist, digging into her flesh. Her back arched, and she moaned. The heat of his hands was so intense on her. What was innocent was close to obscene. He turned her over on her back.

"Partners should know the extent of each other's powers." He said, trying for casual, but failing.

His touch moved along her rib cage. Thumbs brushed the underside of her bare breasts. Areica whimpered quietly. Hands replaced thumbs, taking the full mounds into them. Her nipples hardened as the hands massaged. A tingling moved down her spine till it reached the place between her legs, which now started to heat.

Etonae's breath quickened as he took his place beside her again. She turned to look at him. There was a blankness in his eyes, but they were becoming hungry. Something about it was unnatural, though. There was a sensation of pulling between them, energies dancing around each other, tugging together and slipping apart.

"Powerful." He whispered, watching the fake copies of his hands massage her inner thighs. "The things you can do with this strength."

"B-but . . . " she said gasping as fingers teased at her lips, slightly exposing her heat to the coolness of the air, "I don't know how to control it." 

She'd never experienced anything like this. How cruel was it that he turned her powers on like a switch. Her body arched as countless fingers ran gently down her stomach. Her breath hitched as he pinched her hard, pink-brown nipples.

"You'll learn." He groaned, moving away, but keeping his eyes focused like a vulture, "By the Gods, I hope you learn."

Before she could speak, hands spread her lips completely, stretching the moist folds open wide. More hands supported her legs, holding them up and apart at the knee. Now completely vulnerable, she whimpered, wiggling her hips to guide the hands to the right spots. Her unspoken request was answered by fingertips dancing along slick skin. 

Breaths came in short pants as she was explored by the cool, phantom touch. But, the pace was a slow, sweet agony. Quick circles were broken with larger ones or with a long slide from her aching center to the apex of her womanhood. She thought she might be driven out of her skin as shocks of pleasure crashed together over and over. 

She didn't notice that the room was thick with her energy. As wave after wave moved through her writhing body, Etonae felt it . . . swam in it along with the sweet scent of her sex. Areica was not the only one being driven wild.

Areica heard movement. With the haze of need clouding her eyes, she turned to see what was happening. He'd freed himself from his soft brown slacks, stiff and glistening from his own need. Etonae's hand wrapped around his erection. Soon, he pumped himself with an aching force.

Unable to tear her attention away, she watched him. She wanted to taste him the way she tasted Master Rhoe. Not as sex, but as food. Would he be cool and salty, or would the warm blood in his veins make the seed just as warm? She licked her lips, wanting to call out to him. 

But she did not. Her legs spread wider as several fingers seemed to push into her. They split her open, but it felt wonderful. Her hot, wet walls clutched the fingers as they wiggled in and out of her tight space. Fingers played with her hard nub . . . fingers skated around her tightly clenched opening of her rear. The sensations were enough to make her burst.




Bought Ch. 06



And she did. Energy thrusted from a spot above her navel and snaked through the room. The world burst in lights while her eyes clenched tightly. The fingers buried inside of her made it nearly impossible to feel the wonderful contractions of orgasm. Her walls sucked on them hard either whether felt or no. 

Areica's back arched as she screamed out, clawing at her bed. She heard her sheets rip, while her bottom bounced up and down on the bed. Beside her, Etonae called out just as loudly, causing her to shake. She felt him go over the edge with her, though he was far from her.

All at once, the hands stop. Areica's legs fell the bed heavily while her body twitched with after shocks. Her lungs didn't want to let in air. Each breath was short and quaking. Her heart drummed hard, rocking her left breast for a moment, before it calmed down slightly.

She didn't feel when Etonae moved to her bed. He wrapped her in her thick blanket. She was thankful for it, now that her body was drenched in perspiration. She jumped slightly as he climbed in the bed with her. Their bodies did not touch. He had wrapped her completely, leaving no blanket for himself.

"My Gods . . . Do you even know what you did?" he said shaking.

All she could do was shake her head. A slight gasp came as he wrapped a shaking arm around her and pulled her to him, tucking his legs underneath hers.

"You brought me over. Your energy brought me over. Even if I hadn't been touching myself, I would have spilled." He whispered.

His hot breath teased at her ear. Areica sucked in a long breath. Now that he was so close, she could smell the musk of him . . . an earthy scent charged with a hint of lightning. She found it surprisingly soothing. Still, she couldn't help but think of the consequence of him being caught in her room. She was too tired to care that he WAS there, though.

"You shouldn't." She said weakly

"Hmmm . . . I shouldn't stay? You're right, I shouldn't . . . but I can't make it to my room." He rested his head on hers slightly, "Plus you're warm." He murmured, sounding sleepy. "You'll need your rest."

"Why?"

"We're partners. Might be able to take you with me. Heard . . . " he yawned. It caught her, forcing one from her lungs, "Heard a Fey girl went missing. If we find her, we should be fine."

Her brows furrowed. Another slave for their masters seemed pointless.

"Why do we need her . . .?" she asked, nearing sleep.

Etonae went silent. He stayed that way so long, she thought he had fallen asleep. When he finally spoke, she jumped. He squeezed his arms around her, holding her so tight she heard his heart.

"M'dear, don't you know what the Elixir is made from?"



Bought Ch. 07



-A Heartless Place-

Darkness dwelled in one place deep in Union. It was a city to itself--of whores and thieves and killers. Only those looking for the cruelest of deeds found their way to Macara Villa.

Macara Villa's residents knew all the ugliness in the city.  No, they were the ugliness. It was the only place where everything could be bought with a price, even dignity…even life. 

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It had been little over a week since Masters Khelman and Rhoeshard released their servants on their hunt. Most likely, it would take weeks more. Fey were hard to come by in Union and the surrounding area. Then, usually, they came heavily protected. 

But, to have a lone, fey girl lost in the overpopulated city was a blessing and a curse. To find her meant you had to bribe far too many people. However, to find her meant a great deal of riches thanks to Khelman and Rhoe's business.

It was a dirty business that Areica hated associating herself with. One formed in death and blood. But, as a slave, she knew she didn't have a choice. If she ran, Etonae would kill her.

So, like the good little servant, she hunted using her best weapon: her body.

She rode the man beneath her hard and fast, hoping to have him off finish quickly. Unfortunately, he apparently wanted to show off some prowess. Most likely it had to do with the fact that Etonae sat in the darkened corner of the room.  

Areica glanced over at Etonae as she moved roughly. He smirked at her as he took a long pull on his herbed cigarette. She was happy for the spicy scents that filled the room. It didn't completely mask the odors coming from the other man's folds of flesh, but it distracted her enough not to gag.

Hands on her hips turned her attention back to her task. Thick, sausage fingers grounded her body onto the equally as pudgy cock between her legs. He pounded into her, causing Areica to yelp, but not exactly in pleasure.

"Pay attention to me, wench!" he growled out as he forced her body to move on his, "You're MY payment!"

And she was. Joven gave them a few promising leads into finding the Fey girl in exchange for a bit of flesh. 

Etonae could have easily extracted the information with his skills. However, he decided that they'd take the opportunity for Areica to hone her skills as a succubus. Of course, Etonae couldn't leave her to the challenge alone. Under the rouse of some sort of sexual fetish, he told the fat man that he wanted to watch. In reality, Etonae came only for protection of his partner and was just as disgusted as Areica.

She closed her eyes while she silently prayed that Joven would finish soon. Her thighs felt itchy from rubbing his dirty, sweaty skin. She dreaded to think about what would become of her most feminine parts after this horrific encounter.

Then she felt it. That trickle of energy shooting between joined bodies. It swelled and grew inside of her, traveling along her nerves. Her body ate at the rushing tingling moving through each part of her.

A feral growl passed her lips as she began taking more control of the movements being made. She looked down at him with a hungry smile, licking her soft lips as though she might take a bite out of his hide.

"Oh, that's it," Joven groaned, "you like it, don't you? Oooh, yessss."

Her eyes narrowed at him with anger. Before he could make another sound, spoiling her this for her, she covered his mouth roughly. He made a protesting sound at first, but once he looked into her eyes, he cowered back into his pillows. No doubt he saw glowing eyes glaring down at him as though he were prey.

A soft cricking sound caught her attention. Areica's blazing violet eyes turned toward the noise as she rode the man below her as though he were nothing. Etonae had leaned toward them, eyes focused on Areica's sweat-coated body with a clinical interest. He took another pull of his cigarette then blew out slowly, making rings of smoke with his lips.

He gave her the slightest of nods. She knew it meant to finish the job. Over the week, Etonae had one rule: finish what you start. Always follow through, he said. And she would.

Focusing her attention on her meal, she sneered down at the now whimpering meat. Areica smiled, but it wasn't a very kind one. Joven whimpered pathetically beneath her though pleasure still soared through his body. He was close. So deliciously close. His seed would burst inside of her and she'd drink it hungrily. Areica tightened her walls on his cock, trapping him deep within her. 

Growling, she moved her hips in circles. Tight and fast while her body suckled on the man within her. She could feel his pulse throbbing in the veins of his ridged manhood. Areica reveled in the speed of it, knowing that fear fueled the heart's beat. 


Closer he came; the more she fed on him. Energy spread through her more and more. Eager to feel more, she sped her movements. His whimpers continued to sound in his throat as she moved. Soon, his eyes rolled in the back of his head while it tilted back into the sack-like pillows. Two coughing grunts later, a wave of Joven filled Areica, both with seed and sexual energy.

She called out, feeling fullness and pleasure as he spilled. Joven spread from her center to every corner of her body, making her extra sensitive. But, no matter how wonderful it was, she was left hungry for more.

Joven could not provide. He passed out moments after finishing inside of her. The predator inside of her regretted not stealing all of his energy. He was, after all, useless. But that was only the predator.

"Areica?" 

The stern-but-questioning voice caught her attention. She turned her head, hissing slightly. Etonae stared back.

His face was emotionless, but his eyes blazed with unspoken questions and curiosities. And was that fear that skirted beneath the confusion?

"Come here." He said in a commanding voice.

She moved off the unmoving body and moved closer to Etonae.  He stared up at her with a hardness in his eyes. Areica, even in her sex-hazed mind, realized he was trying to control her. The predator in her was too confident to be intimidated. That feral smile graced her lips as she watched him.

He placed an open palm against her leg. Slowly, he moved it upward with a gentle, sensual touch. Areica's smile faded slightly, only to be replaced by confusion. It only increased as his hands moved to her center, brushing the tiny nub between her legs.

Areica sucked in a breath as his finger grazed her womanhood. Her eyes widened, watching him with new interest. His eyes stayed the same, focused and determined. His fingers moved deeper into her until he reached her now slick and sticky opening. 

When the first digit slipped into her heat she stopped breathing. As the second joined it, she shivered as her legs lost a little of their balance. Slowly the fingers slid in and out of her while Etonae's thumb brushed her pearl a little more than gently. 

Her hips moved on their own, guiding fingers and thumbs to the right place.  Soft panting moans sounded from her slightly parted lips. Soon the pants became low growls in her throat. 

Pleasure, well-deserved and more than earned, took her over quickly. Those sure fingers found every spot to cause her body to sing. All the while, Etonae watched her with a blank face. This was work and not play for him. Even then, he vaguely enjoyed the sounds his partner made as he touched her.

Areica reached down, grabbing Etonae's arm with both of her hands. She held him tightly while the rest of her body tensed. His fingers continued to tease and stroke her as she kept him where she needed him—where she demanded him to be. Her body tensed as two panting gasps echoed through the room. Moist walled clenched tightly around the probing fingers as that final moment swept through her. Areica threw her head back as her body savored the feel of release. Her fingers bit into Etonae's arms as she gasped and moaned.

Etonae let out a long breath as she came.

"Feeling better?" He asked calmly as his fingers went still inside her, waiting for her to quiet.

When she looked at him, her eyes had lost their ferociousness. She was no longer a predator. The monster within relinquished its hold, at least for now.

Unable to find her voice, she nodded down to Etonae. He watched her a moment longer, then removed his now sleek fingers. Areica stood before him, wavering slightly. Noticing this, he guided her to his lap. 

"You could have killed him." Etonae said, breaking a long silence.

"Yes. I felt his life dancing within me…but I don't have the heart to pull it out of him."

Etonae raised his brows. "You should have. He was worthless."

Areica frowned at him. Unable to hide her disgust, she turned her face from him. In this state she had a natural aversion to killing…However, when the creature of sex woke in her, she did not know if she would always be able to control the urge.

That spark of life felt so good within her. Energy danced with hers, spreading, swirling…but she couldn't take it all for herself. That was greedy and it was cruel. No one really deserved to die, did they?

Well, perhaps Master Rhoe. Areica banished the thought as quickly as possible. Killing him would have Master Khelman on her back. No matter what, Master Khelman would have to avenge his fallen disciple. 

Etonae's voice pulled her from her thoughts. "Now that you are feeling better, you should get cleaned up."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. Playfully, he tossed it in Areica's face with a smile.  Despite herself, she had to smile back. Quickly she picked the cloth from her face as Etonae stood them up.

As she cleaned herself off, Etonae gathered her things. He grimaced when he discovered that Joven had ripped some of her clothing. His power swelled in the room, causing Areica to gasp. 

"What was one is now two. Come together once more." Etonae mumbled; the torn clothing mended. He turned to her with a cocky grin "Seems that I've been making you have those sounds all night."

Areica looked back at him, rolling her eyes. 

"Oh, yes, definitely, Etonae." She responded sarcastically with a scowl.

His chuckle filled the room, warming her. Unable to keep up her scowling, Areica grinned. She walked over to Etonae and gathered her things.

"Thank you." 

She raised a brow at him. "You can be a gentleman when you want to."

He looked thoughtful for a moment. After considering the statement, he began to laugh.

"Only when I want to. And that's not often. Debauchery is much more interesting."

Areica let out a single, barking laugh, then began dressing.  Etonae watched almost too carefully as she did.

"Do you think Joven's information will pan out?"

"No, not at all, actually. It wasn't about the information as much as having you learn more about your power." 

Areica sighed at that. "Well, now that the lesson is over, what are we to do?"

He smiled at her deviously. "The lesson is not over. You're going to focus and release the energy in the bar downstairs."

She gasped. Was he mad? She had no idea of what would happen to the innocent patrons.

As though reading her mind, Etonae continued. "These people are rather—how you say?—lower class scum. If my calculations are correct, it will only give them a little thrill. Even if not, they deserve it."

She remained silent as she continued to dress. Etonae could be so warm sometimes and that made it hard for her to remember that he had to be a ruthless bastard.  She had to learn that as well, or perish. In the world she lived in now, there was no room for kindness. Not anymore.

"Ready to learn what you can do, lady?" Etonae asked

The truthful answer was, of course, no. Areica was far from ready to know the damage she could cause.

She cast a nervous glance at Joven's unconscious body. Fear welled in her chest causing her to force out every breath. It took everything in her to tear her eyes away and focus on Etonae. Not trusting her voice, she simply nodded in agreement with her partner, though she did not feel it…

Etonae gave her an approving look as he crossed his arms. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully for a few moments before he spoke.

"I think this will be simple," he said then smirked, "if you let it. Close your eyes." 

Hesitantly, she nodded. Slowly she closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths as she did.

"Good. Now imagine everything in you pouring into a light," he tapped her stomach, "right here. Feel all of you well there."

It sounded so simple, but Areica's powers hung in every corner of her body instead of finding a single place. She felt pulled in every direction. 

"I cannot." She whispered with a shuddering breath.

"That's because you are not focusing enough." Etonae snapped at her. "Try again."

She struggled. Her efforts doubled, she strained. But, slowly, in her mind's eye, she forced the light into being. The orb hung at the center of her being, growing as she poured more and more in.

"Yes, Areica, that's it. I can feel your light…your magic…" He sounded proud. "Now, hold onto that a little longer. Carry it with you as you move down the stairs. Then let it burst over the crowd."

"Wh-what do I do after?" she questioned nervously

"You'll know what to do, Areica. Follow your instincts."

Worried that looking at her partner would cause her to lose what little nerve she had, Areica left the room without a glance at Etonae. Each step down the hallway was heavier than the last. She focused on the path before her even though men leered at her and women gave her haughty stares. And, as much as she hated to admit it, this was a lesson she had to learn.

Dense smoke filled the stairway to the bar. Brash laughter…the heady scents…All of it hit her like a slap. The orb of light in her mind trembled with the realization she'd have to do this. She had to. She had to know.

As she reached the end of the stairs, a rough hand grabbed her by the arm. Shocked, Areica looked up into the face of a burly man. His beard was wet with ale. His breath smelled of old and new drink. He smiled at her with black and yellow teeth, caked with meat and bread.

"Hello, little one, all done with Joven and his tiny cock? Wanna a real man to give you a real thrill?" he licked his lips as he pulled her close

Areica could feel the swell of his manhood behind his dirty pants. Her energy blazed in her mind. Food. Precious energy. All she had to do was take it.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, forcing her too close to his filthy rags. Quickly, he swooped down, pressing his mouth too firmly against hers. To make it worse, his tongue slipped between her lips deep enough to gag her.

And her energy burst.

It tensed her back, blasting the man first until he knocked back. His energy responded in kind. He tensed far worse than her as her power flowed through every inch of him, giving him pleasure too close to pain. 

As he froze in his spot, the energy jumped to the nearest person, filling her with the same agonizing delight. Then it moved to the next. And the next. And the next. Soon, the entire bar was frozen, yelling, moaning, bursting.

Areica felt herself stretched too far. Her spirit moved through so many bodies. She could feel all their delight. She could taste their growing agony. When she could no longer handle the feel of the strangers, the energy snapped back to her body. All of her senses were overwhelmed. Their life forces poured into her at once. 

Pleasure. Pleasure as though she'd never known it. Her entire body pulsed with it. . It danced around her, forcing her to shake violently. It closed her throat so she couldn't breathe.  The pleasure held onto her tightly, bringing her over and over and over until she teetered on the very edge of sanity. 

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when the pleasure let her go. Areica came back to herself on the ground, writhing on the floor. Her throat felt raw, but that couldn't stop the low groans in her throat. Unabashedly, her hand moved between her legs. She was so sensitive there that pain surged through her, causing her to call out. For some reason, she found it funny. Giggles bubbled in her chest until they reached her dry lips. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop them.

"Ahem…" Etonae's voice caught her attention

She looked over to him, still unable to contain herself. Tears had begun trickling from her eyes, causing her eyes to blur. However, she could make out his smug, arrogant face as he leaned against the nearest wall.

He didn't say anything. He just gestured to the room.

Areica swallowed her laughter enough to look around the room properly.  The sight killed her joviality completely.

Every person in the room had collapsed, frozen with a look mixed of pleasure and pain. Her breath caught. Soon, her stomach twirled with sickness.

"I…I…." Her lip trembled as she attempted to speak. "What have I done?"

She didn't have to look at Etonae to see his grin. She heard it in his voice as he answered her.

"You filled them with pleasure, Areica. You filled them with pleasure until their pathetic bodies couldn't handle any more, but not so much that you killed them. I have to say, that's an impressive skill you have there."

She shot him a heated look. How could he be amused at this? What she had done was horribly cruel. No one deserved what she had done. No one. Accept…

Etonae smiled at Areica's recognition.

"Keep this secret, lady. Someday, you'll have to use this magic of yours on those who deserve nothing less."

If she could do this to a room of people, what could she do to a single man? The thought ran through her mind like wildfire. This could free her from Rhoeshard easily. A slow smile spread on her lips. Oh, yes. She would be free.