1 comments/ 34574 views/ 9 favorites Witch Ch. 01 By: Goldeniangel This story contains elements of non-consent, erotic horror, and oral, vaginal and anal sex. Enjoy! ****************** Lyana finished drawing the symbols on the floor of what used to be her home, the smell of charred wood and flesh still filling her nostrils, even though it was two days since the raiders had come and gone. Tears dripped down her cheeks, not from the pain in her arm where she'd cut herself for blood to draw the symbols, but the emotional havoc that still tugged at her soul. Only nineteen years old, she was the last one alive from a village of almost a hundred people, the only one to escape the carnage of the raiders. They'd hit in the afternoon, hard and fast there weren't many of them but they were unexpected and well-armed... Lyana had been far away when they first came, gathering her favorite kind of mushrooms deep in the forest. It wasn't until she glanced up and saw smoke rising above the trees that she even knew anything was wrong... hurrying back towards her home, as she got closer she could hear screams. There had been nothing she could do, she'd hidden in the forest, watching in horror... the men were strewn about, their bodies hacked and bleeding. Some of the older woman and children were already dead... the women of the village who were still alive were being used in a brutal fashion. Lyana sobbed quietly into her dress, unable to take her eyes away from the men who were taking turns between her older sister's legs, beating Bryanne as they raped her. There had been nothing she could do... that's what she told herself, even now, but part of her still felt guilty. She'd waited in the woods, untouched, unscathed, until the last of them had gone... and then she'd rushed down to the limp body of her sister, but it was too late. Bryanne didn't even recognize her, her mind was lost to the horrors that she'd lived but that Lyana had only witness. Crying, Lyana had held her older sister as she died. At first Lyana thought she would go mad, alone in that village of rape, torture and death... she'd wandered the streets... then, in some house, she couldn't even remember which one, it was almost as though she'd been led to this book. This strange book with the gold markings on its front cover. She didn't know what had prompted her to look inside, she definitely hadn't had much interest in anything... but she did look inside, and found herself looking at instructions for summoning various demons. Suddenly, there was life in her again. Perhaps the book wouldn't work, perhaps it was just a trick or just someone's overactive imagination... but what could it harm her to try? She'd looked through it, choosing her demon carefully, because the book emphasized that once you summoned a demon that was your one chance... and demons were easily angered if their time was wasted. Lyana considered Sonneillon, the Demon of Hatred... and Alastor, the Executioner... but she wasn't sure they would be able to provide her with what she wanted. Perhaps Alastor could kill the men who'd raided the village, but she wanted to do it herself. She found herself staring at the page for Leonard, the Master of Black Magic and Sorcery... Lyana didn't hold any illusions. As a woman there was no way for her to fight the men she wanted revenge on, she was weaker and they would just use her and kill her the way they had Bryanne. But, with magic, if this worked... she would have her own weapon, much more potent than anything they could dream up, and she could wreak her vengeance upon them. The Summoning wasn't complicated... it required her blood to draw the symbols, the death of a small animal -- and it was easy enough to catch one of the stray chickens, almost pathetic in its relief at finding someone alive, and a desperate need for this particular demon. Lyana needed him. She had nothing else left. Crouching naked in front of the symbols, she carefully pulled the chicken out of the cage it was clucking in. "I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling a little guilty that yet another innocent life had to be taken, whether it was a dumb chicken's or not. But revenging her family was more important... stopping the slaughter from happening to others was more important. She snapped the chicken's neck, and gently placed it in the space provided by the symbols. Bringing herself to her knees, and drawing herself upright, Lyana spread her legs apart slightly and glanced at the book, even though she already knew that she'd memorized the words. "Leonard, Master of Black Magic and Sorcery, I call you. With my blood I call you. With this death I call you. With my need, I, Lyana, call you forth." It hurt. She hadn't been expecting that... it felt like something was inside of her, burning her insides until she screamed... it felt like her blood was on fire. Writhing in front of the symbols, crying with pain, her skin felt swollen to bursting, and she was sure she was going to die. Slowly the bubbling sensations of pain started to subside, and her pain-wracked movements were able to stop... sobbing she lay on the floor, her skin covered with a sheen of sweat. Turning carefully to her side, she pushed herself up on one arm, forcing her eyes open to blink at what her words had wrought. Standing in the center of the symbols, where the chicken had lain, was a tall, muscled, humanoid thing... Lyana's breath caught in her throat with fear. It was naked, its body proportioned like a man's, between its legs hung a cock much larger than any of the raiders, but it didn't have any testicles. Dark shiny skin that wasn't quite black, but at the same time seemed to drink in light, almost as though the demon was a hole which no color could come out of it... it was pure darkness. Looking over her young, luscious, naked body, the demon's tongue slicked out of its mouth and over its lips... long and forked... it stepped forward and she could see a long tail swinging behind it. Everything about Leonard screamed intimidation and darkness, and for a moment Lyana almost forgot why she had even summoned him, she was so paralyzed by her fear. Leaning forward, Leonard smiled, sharp teeth not doing anything to reassure her, "You have summoned me Lyana, what do you need?" Taking a deep breath, Lyana spilled out her story, too frightened to even cry. At the end of her tale the demon just looked at her. "So what do you need, Lyana?" the way it hissed her name made her shudder, it trickled across her skin like a strange caress. "I need magic," she whispered, staring up at him, her anger at the invaders starting to return and mute her fear, "I need magic and sorcery to take my revenge... I need to hurt them like they hurt me, I need them to feel the fear and pain before they die at my hand... I need what only you can give me." Leonard's smile broadened, "And what do you offer in return?" She took a deep breath, but there was no choice... the book had warned her what the price would be and it hadn't taken her long to decide it was worth it to her. "I offer you myself, my body in this life and my soul in the next." "You are a virgin?" Lyana nodded, suppressing the sob that suddenly threatened. "Agreed." Leonard leaned down and kissed her, suddenly seeming very male, very frightening... Lyana stiffened as his tongue invaded her mouth, long and wiggling to the back of her throat... his hands gripped her arms and brought her to her knees, as he pulled his lips away. His cock, long and thick, was in front of her. "There are rites, Lyana," he hissed, "And at the end of this, you will have your magic... and I will have you, whenever I wish, till the end of time." His hands covered her breasts, gripping them tightly, "Open your mouth." Obedient, Lyana's lips parted to admit entry, her jaw stretching painfully to fit around the wide head of his cock, and he squeezed her breasts hard enough to bruise... tears welled in her eyes at the pain in her breasts and the tight fit of his cock in her mouth... her tongue pressed against the intruder, almost as if she could push it out. Leonard started down at her, hands roughly kneading her breasts, his claws digging in just enough to draw a little bit of blood, making her wince. Slowly his entire cock pushed into her mouth, down her throat... she felt like gagging but it was almost as though she couldn't... all she could do was accept the huge cock as it filled her mouth. Long, hard... it was wet with her saliva as he pulled it most of the way out and then pushed back in, using her breasts to tug her back and forth... they burned with the abuse. Lyana felt strange... despite the pain, despite the discomfort, there was a fire burning between her legs... Leonard stared down into her eyes and she felt like he was looking into her soul. Somehow she knew that her arousal was his doing, that he enjoyed making her both hurt and feel pleasure at the same time. She cried out as he pinched her nipples tightly, hurting the tender buds, at the same time his cock pushed deep and the inside of her pussy spasmed with need. Trembling, she found herself eagerly swallowing his cock, the first one that she'd ever touched... It seemed to grow larger in her mouth, and suddenly the demon thrust all the way in, holding her head tightly, her lips pressed against his groin. Lyana struggled a little, sure that she was choking... but she wasn't. Something poured down her throat, burning a little, into her stomach, and she wondered what it was. She was old enough to know about sex, and understand sex... and while she knew that taking a cock in her mouth was deviant, it was something that she'd heard of. But she also knew that the demon had no balls, and so she had no idea what was entering her body... only that it felt hot, and she started to feel a little light headed. Leonard pulled from her mouth, leaving her gasping and panting... her throat and stomach still feeling tingling and burning. Turning her around, he lay he down so that her back was on the symbols she'd drawn with her blood... they still felt a little sticky and wet on the floor and she was slightly disgusted. Laying down between her thighs, Leonard's long tongue swiped up her pussy, and Lyana's hips lifted in surprised pleasure. His textured tongue rubbed against her wet pussy lips, she could feel that pleasant burning again, even though his hands were as rough on her thighs as they had been on her breasts. Looking down the length of her body, she could see the bruises and cuts on her tender breast flesh, down to where the dark, smooth head of the demon was between her thighs, feasting on her pussy. Lyana shuddered and moaned, hands pressed against the floor as she discovered the meaning of gratification... her pussy grew wetter and wetter, and she gasped as the demon's tongue actually entered her body, only stopping when it reached her maiden's head. Pulling its tongue out of her pussy, the Master of Black Magic and Sorcery pulled her legs up, pressing its monstrous cock into her virgin hole. Lyana gasped and moaned as it pushed into her, spreading her wide, stretching her in a painfully pleasurable way. The burning in her throat and stomach increased, feeling as though it was pulling down through her body, trying to reach where the cock was thrusting into her. When he reached her maidenhead Leonard paused, for just a moment, as Lyana writhed on the floor in front of him, her own blood started to coat her back and blur the symbols drawn there. Then, he burst through with a single thrust, and Lyana shrieked with the pain of it as he buried himself inside her, blood coating his cock as he passed through the entrance to her body. It felt as though his cock went on forever, actually reaching up through her body to meet the burning darkness that seemed to have filled her throat and belly. Gasping, Lyana tried to pull herself away, but Leonard had a firm grip on her hips and he pulled her back to him, her body flopping almost like a rag doll as he began to thrust in and out of her deflowered hole. Lyana cried out, pain flowing with pleasure as his thumbs rubbed her hips in a circular motion, and she was sure that he was using means that were not physical to induce her lust and pleasure. Her body felt overstimulated in every way possible, his hips thrusting, cock pushing in and out of her... her pussy burned with abuse and need at the same time. Leaning forward, Leonard's long tongue flicked out and slapped hard against her nipple, awakening the sensitive nerves that had already been abused by his rough fingers. Lyana groaned and whimpered, even though her pussy was starting to become used to the assault it seemed as though Leonard preferred not to make things easy for her. Coming forward even more, Leonard smiled wickedly at Lyana as his mouth came down on her breast... for a moment he was gentle, tongue caressing her sore nipple... and then he bit down on her tender flesh with his sharp teeth. She screamed, writhing beneath him as the rush of pain slammed through her, feeling blood well... and part of her knew that he hadn't even bitten her very hard, that if he'd wanted to he could have literally taken a bit out of her. Instead, he released her breast and then turned to the other, sinking in his teeth, all the while continuing to drive her body into the ground as he fucked her hard. The darkness in her throat and belly seemed to fill her breasts, and blood trickled out of the wounds, which he lapped at with his tongue... both breasts had a perfect imprint of his teeth on their pale surface. Lyana moaned and tried to cover them with her hands, to stop him from licking at her blood which was both perverse and erotic. Leonard took her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, his other squeezing her abused breast, almost as though to squeeze more blood from the bite... laughing, he thrust hard into her, making her shriek as he licked at her bloody chest. It seemed to go on for ages, him thrusting into her, filling her pussy, lapping at her blood, and all the while her passion seemed to rise, even through the pain. Hips moved up to meet his punishing thrusts, her ass slammed back down to the floor as he filled her... darkness seemed to coil inside her belly... burning in her throat... waiting.... Lyana writhed and thrashed beneath him as she started to cum, her orgasmic juices mixing with the blood from her maidenhead on his cock, her euphoria taking her past the point of pain and into a delirious bliss. Never had she known such pleasures were possible, and she shook with the rapture that filled her core. Leonard thrust hard into her, and she screamed with ecstasy as she felt something emptying from his body into hers... the burning sensation in her throat and stomach was now echoed in her pussy, seeming to fill her completely. She could almost feel darkness coiling at the center of her being. Withdrawing from the exhausted girl, Leonard turned her over. Lyana moaned as his tongue licked the blood off of her back, she felt overwhelmed with sensations, not only the pleasure that had filled her pussy, but the strange sensation of something foreign inhabiting her body. Something dark. Then she cried out in protest as she felt Leonard's huge cock pressing at the entrance of her ass. "These are the rites," he hissed in her ear, "You have started them, you must complete them, or I take you to Hell with me now and we'll complete them there, without your revenge." She sobbed, and screamed into the wooden floor as he pulled her hips up, pressing his monster cock into her ass... it felt like he was shoving a log up there. For all she'd heard about sex, this was the most perverse, deviant, unimaginable act... she hadn't even known it was possible. Not really. It hurt unbearably, her ass snapping closed around the head of his cock, but still straining to stretch over the girth of his shaft, lubricated only with the blood and her cream from her pussy. The demon didn't make it easy for her either, he treated her tender, shocked ass in the exact same way he had her pussy. A long, slow, hard stroke in, filling her ass completely, and then starting his hard thrusts in and out. Lyana shrieked and bucked, her ass trying desperately to close, but it only increased her discomfort and torment as it tried to tighten over the girthy rod. All the while she could feel his tongue on her back, licking at the blood from the symbols on the floor. Just as she thought it could get any worse, she felt something nudging at her entrance to her pussy... it was his tail, blunt and easily as thick as his cock, pushing into her... Lyana felt impossible full, and she opened her mouth to scream... black smoke poured out from between her lips, and she could feel the darkness inside of her coiling again. It was in her throat, her belly, her breasts, her pussy... the pumping action going on behind her stirred it, making it move inside her body. It seemed to move to meet the thrusting rod in her ass, she squirmed, feeling as though it could easily turn her inside out, her ass grinding against the groin of the demon behind her... his thrusts into her pussy and ass were brutal, and she convulsed in torment, her insides twisting and shuddering. Her tears fell on the floor in front of her as he filled her ass, over and over... the last hole that he could've possibly taken, her dignity was gone... perhaps even further gone than Bryanne's had been, for she was being taken willingly, on her elbows and knees, having completely debased herself. Lyana's body surrendered, her soul finally gave in, and Leonard took possession of her completely... He bellowed his triumph as he poured darkness into her ass, and she cried out as it undulated and united with the darkness from her mouth and her pussy, an unholy triad that seemed to expand until it filled her skin. The monster cock in her ass seemed to soften and shrink as the darkness completely engulfed her soul and tingled just under her skin. Lyana moaned, shuddering as Leonard pulled it from her. Turning her back over, Leonard kissed her full open lips. "You're mine now," he said, smiling. It had been a long time since he'd had a new human. "What do I..." Lydia panted, trying to catch her breath and gather her thoughts, "What can I do? How do I use this?" She could feel the dark magic in the center of her being, tendrils reaching out to caress her insides. He smiled, "Any way you want. It is your will that will make it so, feel free to use any hand motions or incantations that you want, although they aren't needed." Leonard's eyes glowed, his clawed hand reaching down to caress and stir her abused pussy, making Lyana wince, "Do as you wish now, whatever you wish, but don't forget who your Master is." Quite suddenly, Leonard was gone... with no sound, no smoke... just gone. Lyana let out a sigh of relief, moaning a little as she picked herself up off the floor. Wincing, she looked down at her bruised and abused body, the wounds in her breasts from his claws and teeth, the blood that was coating her thighs... "I need to be clean." She muttered. Frowning, she thought about what Leonard had said... the magic could be used for anything as long as she willed it. For some reason it bothered her not to have to use her hands or do anything special, so she waved her hand at the empty space where the symbols had been. A large bathtub appeared, full of hot water. Lyana smiled. Holding out her hand she closed her fingers and then opened them, a bar of soap appearing. Looking down at her bruises and wounds, Lyana frowned... Running her finger over a particularly painful bruise, she was gratified to see the color fade and the ache subside... however, not all of her wounds were so easily healed. Although she managed to lessen the ache in her pussy and ass, neither completely went away, and while the claw marks faded they left nasty scars, and his teeth marks didn't go away at all. Shrugging, Lyana decided that a little bit of healing was better than nothing... and if she could heal some of the demon's abuse, surely she would be able to heal anything done by a human. Witch Ch. 01 If a human intent on harming her could even get anywhere near her. Lyana smiled as she stepped into the hot tub, darkness quivered inside her in jubilant response. Lyana walked down the road, already a day's journey from the home she'd grown up in although she'd only been walking a mere hour. It had pleased her, before leaving the village, to use the magic acquired from the demon Leonard, to bury the bodies of her family and neighbors, and leave a fitting stone memorial in the center of town. Now she tracked the men who had left her its only survivor. Only 19 years old... very young to have already sold her soul to a demon, but she considered it a fitting bargain for the magic that now resided inside her, a constant darkness that filled her. It had been lucky for her that she had been out in the woods when the raiders had come, she was young and quite beautiful, and would probably have suffered the same fate as her sister Bryanne who was gang-raped to death. Instead Lyana had suffered a completely different sexual torture at the hands of Leonard, going through the rites that were needed for him to embed her with magic. Now she walked along the road, following the tracks of the raiders, who were far ahead of her, and spread out. Although Lyana wasn't totally sure how she knew that, she did know it... it was the magic, working through her will. Lyana wanted to know where the raiders were, and so she did. Leonard had implied that her magic could do just about anything she wanted, as long as she willed it so, but her attempts to just disappear and appear with the raiders had failed. So had her attempts at shortening the distance a horse had to ride... she wasn't sure what she was doing with the road, somehow folding it perhaps, making it so that the distance she was traveling was much more than the distance she was walking. For some reason that hadn't worked with the horse and she'd had to choose between walking and making the distance shorter, or riding a horse and not being able to fold the road. In the end she decided that walking would be faster, and she was right. As she passed a farm, Lyana heard feminine screams, immediately she stopped and turned, walking onto the farmland to see what was going on. The screams drew her, much as the screams from her village had drawn her... only then she hadn't been able to do anything. Now, she could. A fairly homely young woman was struggling between two men, unattractive brutes themselves, one of them was behind her, holding her arms, while the other ripped open the front of her blouse, her breasts spilling out of the clothe. Although her face wasn't particularly attractive, she was in possession of a very nice body. For a moment Lyana could only stand and stare as the man in front of the young woman laughed and squeezed her breasts, it was almost like watching her village again. Then the darkness stirred inside of her, jolting her out of the dreamlike state she'd entered. Filled with rage, Lyana started forward, her hand thrusting and pulling. The man in front flew away from the young woman, she and the man holding her arms looked up in surprise at the attractive brunette whose face was twisted with anger, stalking towards them in a flowing black dress. With a flick of her hand Lyana made the second man release the young woman... holding her palm upwards she made him float into the air, screaming in panicked fear... and then she dropped him to the earth with a solid thunk. "Witch..." the hoarse voice of the man behind her, the first one that she'd sent flying away from the young woman. Lyana turned, in case he was trying to sneak up on her, but he was staring with abject terror before he repeated, "WITCH!" And he ran. Laughing with triumph Lyana turned back to the young woman she'd just saved, the homely girl was staring at Lyana with utmost horror. As soon as she realized that Lyana's attention was on her, the young woman shrieked. "WITCH!" she cried, and she ran from Lyana, disappearing into the woods, leaving Lyana standing alone except for the unconscious body of the second man. For a moment Lyana's heart hurt... and then she realized why Leonard had given her a gift of magic that needed no words or movements... anything like that, anything that showed she was using magic, and people would condemn her for being a witch. Apparently whether she helped them or not. Well that was just fine, she told herself, she could understand that. Obviously, she just needed to stop using her hands, whether or not she felt like it was more mystical if she did. Feeling slightly downtrodden at the young woman's rejection, however, Lyana turned back to the road and started traveling again towards her objective. The farther she traveled, the more obvious it became that the raiders had split up... there was a large clump of them still somewhat together, but others that had veered off from the main group. Eventually she came to a turn off in the road... the main clump was straight ahead, but there was one man off to the right of the fork. Lyana paused, trying to decide whether to continue on to the main contingent, or to pick off this straggler... She decided to go after the loner. After a full day of possessing the dark sorcery inside of her, she wanted to get some experience using her new powers before trying to take out a whole bunch of them. One man, who was closer than the main group was anyway, would be good for practice. It was dark when she reached the town... and it was a town, much bigger than her small village, with stone streets instead of dirt, and plenty of ale and whorehouses. In fact, that was where she sensed him... she snorted, of course he was in the dirtiest, most disrespectful part of town. Her dark skirts swept along the streets as she hunted her prey... her excitement growing as she came closer and closer, an almost sexual thrill as the dark magic pulsed inside of her. When she found him, however, she hesitated. He was grappling with a whore in a dark alley... from what she could see in the moonlight the whore was young, attractive, and not exactly willing. She fought back admirably, but he finally wrestled her to the ground, pulling at both her skirts and his breeches. The young woman screeched, trying to kick him between the legs, but he just laughed and lunged on top of her, holding her down with the weight of his body. "You're a whore, so take it like one!" he chortled, drunkenly appreciative of his own joke. "I don't have to be a whore for you!" she tried to punch him in the face. He caught her fist easily and back handed, making her head whip around. Lyana couldn't stand it... at first she'd thought to maybe wait, after the incident earlier in the day, but she couldn't just stand by and watch another woman be raped. Besides, the whole point of this was to get some practice... maybe practicing killing them while keeping it from looking like she was using magic was exactly what she should be doing. That or she'd have to kill both him and the whore, or allow him to rape her before killing him. Neither of those options were acceptable to her. By her own need, the magic tingled and she found that she had a belt with an extremely sharp knife in a sheath at her waist. Grabbing the knife, she ran down the alley to where the man was just getting his breeches undone, her view of the whore blocked by his wide back. "Kill..." she whispered to the knife as she thrust it downwards... it almost seemed to guide itself straight to his heart, killing him almost instantly. A muffled shriek below him from the whore, and Lyana pulled at his heavy, sodden body as the whore pushed. Both panting, the two young women looked at each other. "Thank you," said the whore, breathless, looking slightly confused. "You're welcome," replied Lyana. The whole conversation seemed extremely absurd considering that she was standing over a man's corpse. It made her uncomfortable, even though she well knew that he deserved it. She held out her hand to help the young woman up. The whore stared at her hand, "Why?" "Why what?" Lyana frowned. "Why... this?" the whore gestured to the dead man, "Why help me?" Lyana paused, her hand still outstretched, and then she said, "He raped my sister." It was true enough. "Oh." The whore seemed to consider this, and then she reached out and took Lyana's hand, allowing her to help her up, "My name is Kirra." "Lyana." Kirra looked at her with grateful eyes, "Really, thank you... I might be a whore but I had no wish to do what he wanted me to, and he would have forced me to it if you hadn't come along." Lyana smiled, a small smile, nodded her head and turned to go. She was almost out of the alley when Kirra caught up with her. "Wait!" Lyana turned as Kirra stepped beside her, "Don't you want anything?" "Anything?" asked Lyana. "For helping me," explained Kirra, "I could... take care of you." "Take care of me?" Lyana was slightly confused, but interested because of that. Kirra read the interest in her voice and her eyes brightened. "Yeah, come on, I'll take care of you," she smiled, brilliantly, and Lyana had the thought that the other woman must be very good at her work, she was so attractive and compelling. Compelling enough that Lyana followed her around the corner and into the inn. Why not, after all, she thought, apparently Kirra wanted to put her up for the night, and Lyana certainly didn't have any complaints with that. Looking around to make sure no one was looking she put her hand over a space on her new belt and created a pouch full of silver -- not gold -- for her use. Although Kirra apparently seemed intent on taking care of her, leading her up the stairs to the bedrooms, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have money. She didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before... Perhaps before this afternoon she'd been overconfident in the ability to use magic, but she hadn't liked the way that other girl had looked at her, with fear of the witch. She much preferred the gratitude in Kirra's eyes. Lyana entered Kirra's bedroom, which wasn't much but had what looked like a very comfortable bed. Sighing, tired, Lyana went over to sit on it. "Here, let me help you," Kirra eagerly came over, helping Lyana take off her boots and undo the buttons on the back of her dress. She even brought over a bowl with water for Lyana to wash her face with. Sighing with contentment, as Kirra put the bowl back on the table, Lyana scooted back on the bed... feeling very much like falling asleep. Kirra smiled at her and walked over, sitting beside her but facing her, her gaze was very intent. "Are you hungry?" Lyana smiled awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable at the strange look in Kirra's dark eyes, "Thank you, no." "That's ok, I am," Kirra said, and she leaned forward and kissed Lyana full on the mouth. At first Lyana was too shocked to do anything, then Kirra's lips parted and she found that she was kissing the other woman back. It was just so tender... so gentle... so different from her experience just the night before with the demon Leonard. Then Kirra's hands began roaming, pulling off more of Lyana's clothes. "What are you doing?" Lyana gasped. "Taking care of you," Kirra smiled, and lowered her gaze to Lyana's full breasts. Then she gasped as she saw the slowly healing wounds from Leonard's teeth, and the scars that Lyana hadn't been able to fully heal from his claws, "Who did this to you?!" "No one," Lyana said quickly, and then realizing that didn't make sense, "I mean, it doesn't matter." Kirra looked up sympathetically, apparently drawing her own conclusions about Lyana's unknown past, and then she leaned forward to gently cup and kiss Lyana's breasts. Lyana moaned, unable to stop the sound from escaping her lips... her pussy tingled of its own accord, and she was able to recognize the difference between the magic that Leonard had used to arouse her last night, and her own body's true arousal. Kissing around the scars and the wounds, Kirra gently licked at Lyana's nipples, causing the woman to moan again, shuddering a little. Her hands came to Kirra's head, resting gently and stroking the whore's hair. Being very gentle, Kirra stroked and caressed Lyana's breasts, nuzzling and kissing them in such a way to start a slow burning fire deep in Lyana's loins. Then she began to move down Lyana's ribcage and stomach, sending little tingles of sensation throughout her entire being. Lyana gasped, her legs spreading of their own accord as Kirra began kissing around her womanhood... she was wet, moist, and could smell her own arousal like a heady perfume. A small tongue, much less rough than Leonard's, parted her pussy lips, and Lyana gasped... It felt incredible, she felt like she was floating on a wave of aching pleasure, her body feeling only good things, without the mix of pain. Kirra's hands on her thighs gently spread her even more, and Lyana gasped and quivered as the other woman started to lick and suck on her pussy lips. A small, gentle finger stroked her folds, and then began to press into her wet hole... it felt so small, but so nice too. Questing inside her body, it found a small spot that made Lyana's entire body jump with rapture... the finger caressed the spot as Kirra's tongue teased the outside of Lyana's pussy. Moaning, Lyana began humping her hips up and down, one hand on the back of Kirra's head and the other clutching at the pillow behind her. "Oh god Kirra..." she moaned, "Oh... that feels... oh god that feels amazing..." The efforts between her legs redoubled and Lyana could feel a tingling sensation starting, building, a titillating sense of pleasure that was coming at her in a wave. Moving her hips up and down, Lyana gasped as Kirra's finger began stroking that spot with little circular motions, her clever tongue finding another spot at the very top of Lyana's pussy, and the simultaneous stimulation brought Lyana over the edge. Crying out with delight, Lyana rode Kirra's finger and tongue to sheer ecstasy, writhing in abandonment and gratification. "OH.... Oh..." she moaned as the feeling swelled and then began to recede, the movement of her hips slowing. Smiling, Kirra rose up between her legs. She kissed Lyana's stomach and then her lips again, allowing Lyana to taste her own orgasmic juices. "I have to go to work," Kirra said, "But this is my private bedroom. Stay here, sleep. I'll be in late, but you certainly don't have to wait up for me." Lyana asked, worried, "Are you going to be ok?" "Oh yes," Kirra laughed, "If Chad hadn't been on break that bastard would've never caught me, even outside in the alley. I should've known better than to go outside when Chad was eating, but I've gotten cocky lately... trust me, no one's going to mistreat me here. I'm too valuable to the ownership." She smiled again, secure in her safety. "I have to leave early tomorrow," Lyana said, anxious not to hurt the other woman's feelings... she wasn't sure what the protocol was for after doing something like what they had just done. Kirra looked a little disappointed, but nodded, "Don't worry about waking me up, I sleep like a log. Have a safe journey. And thank you, again." Lyana just nodded and watched as Kirra picked up some things from around the room, gave a smile of goodbye, and left. Lying all the way down, Lyana had to smile... that had been an entirely different experience from the night before... She fell asleep smiling... and the darkness spilled out of her, coiling around her sleeping naked body... Kirra's room melted away, the sounds and smells of the inn dissipated, as Lyana slumbered... she would not be waking up in Kirra's bed Lyana awoke to find herself surrounded by red satin and velvet... the sheets, the blankets, the drapery on the bed... and she was completely naked. At the foot of the bed stood Leonard, his darkness seeming to drink in even the vivid red of their surroundings... Kirra's room was no where to be seen. "What did you do to her?" Lyana demanded, "Did you hurt her?" Leonard laughed, "Even if I had there's nothing you could do about it. The whore is fine, plying her trade... but you, my dear, are here with me." His eyes seemed to glow with an eager inner light and Lyana swallowed hard, resisting the urge to pull the sheets up over her breasts... she was acutely aware of the silk material resting against her bare legs and hips. But modesty was redundant, Leonard already knew her body much more intimately than even she herself had known it. Still, that didn't stop her from reddening as his eyes lingered over the swell of her breasts. Somehow Leonard made it seem erotic, humiliatingly intimate, and threatening all at the same time... perhaps it was way the marks in her flesh throbbed as his eye passed over them. "So you killed a man today, Lyana," he said, moving forward onto the bed and looming over her, "Very bad..." "But," she stared up at him, eyes wide and automatically clutching the sheets up to cover herself as he came closer, "You knew what I was going to do." Leonard smiled wickedly, putting his hand under her chin and holding her face in place to look straight into his eyes, "It doesn't matter. You are mortal and you have done evil... since you have forfeited your soul to me, it is up to me to punish you, however I deem fit." Swallowing hard, Lyana asked, "So every time I take my revenge, for every man I kill, you're going to punish me." "Exactly," Leonard smiled, and his hand on Lyana's chin gripped hard... she would've shrieked as he started to lift her up by her chin except that his large fingers digging into her jaw kept her from making any noise whatsoever. Legs kicked in the air as he tore the sheet from her grasp, leaving her naked and flailing in front of him, hands uselessly pulling at his wrist, trying to stop the pain. He dropped her and she landed with a gasp on the bed, legs buckling underneath him. Manacles appeared on her wrists and ankles, red silk threading through them and pulling her arms above her head, attaching them to the headboard while her legs were pulled wide apart and attached to the headboard as well. She felt like she was almost folded in half, her pussy painfully spread open and completely vulnerable. Sobbing, Lyana couldn't help but struggle against the bonds, her entire body shaking as she attempted to pull herself out of the painful and open position. Leonard stood on the bed above her, a multi-stranded whip held in his hand. "Don't worry darling," he smiled, "Since this was only your first man I won't hurt you too badly." Lyana shrieked as the whip whistled through the air and came down hard on her right thigh, the pain burning through her leg... red marks were clear on her pale skin where the whip had hit. "Please no!" she cried as the whip descended again, and then shrieked, body arching as much as possible in her bound position, as the whip marked the inside of her left thigh. The air filled with her cries and pleas as Leonard raised the whip over and over, turning her thighs and ass red with the marks. Lyana struggled against her binds and position, even though it didn't help and she knew she'd never be able to get out, she had to move... in some ways the movement even seemed to help with the pain. She was absolutely horrified when Leonard leaned down and slid his finger down the center of her pussy... her womanhood tingled at his touch... everything up until that point had just been painful. Now Leonard wanted to humiliate her by arousing her, despite the heated ache in her thighs and buttocks. His finger stroked her, creating the most unsettling sensations between her tortured thighs, she could smell her arousal as he teased her folds, using his magic to make her even more aroused. Witch Ch. 01 "Do you think you've been punished enough or should I whip you here as well?" He asked, rubbing his finger along her clit and making her hips jump. Lyana gasped in horror, "Please! I've been punished enough, please don't whip my pussy!" The demon seemed to consider her request, his fingers still busily stroking her pussy... Lyana strained and squirmed as he played with her. She desperately feared being whipped like that, it had hurt enough on her thighs and ass. "Just one," declared Leonard, "Since it's your first time." He stood and raised his arm high above his head, swinging the whip down squarely on her pussy with brutal force. Lyana screamed, agony exploding in the center of her being, making her thrash as she was wracked with pain, unable to shield herself or stop the pain. Leonard was obviously aroused by her torture. The manacles on her ankles disappeared and her legs flopped forward. Immediately Lyana pressed her thighs together, her sore flesh pressing against itself as she tried to stop the pain in her core. Leonard gave her no such chance, his hands roughly spread her legs, and she shrieked as he lined up his monster cock and started to push it into her body. He was rough and brutal, his hard body rubbing against her thighs... she wanted to spread them to spare the tender whipped flesh of her inner thighs, but spreading meant opening her pussy to his brutal thrusts, and her tender folds were just as shocked and agonized as her thighs. It was a terrible dilemma as he thrust in and out of her, with enough force to drive the breath from her lungs, his cock seeming to reach inside her very womb. Crying and writhing, Lyana hated the magic that spread from his cock, making her aroused even as she convulsed with the agony of her torture. Her body moved against his, pussy grasping and spasming, she couldn't tell when her cries migrated from pained to pleasured, a strange mixture that made her body shake. Leonard's arms wrapped around her and he kissed her deeply, frightening her with the feel of his sharp teeth against her lips and tongue, his tongue actually sliding down her throat as though it was another cock. She was afraid that he would rape her ass again, but that area remained untouched as he thrust hard into her and began to shake. Breathless in the moment, as he held himself inside of her, large cock pulsing, Lyana realized that he was actually achieving his own, demonic, culmination. He seemed to be even bigger and harder inside of her, and as the dark magic spewed out of his demon's cock and into her body she found herself spiraling into a whirlpool of ecstasy, arms stretched out above her head her body arched and bucked beneath him. The demon collapsed on top of her, but without the severe weight that she would've expected. In fact... he seemed almost insubstantial. Everything seemed as though it was becoming insubstantial... Lyana tried to move her arms and her wrists moved through the manacles as though they were illusion... the bedroom faded to her vision, being replaced by the slightly more familiar furniture of Kirra's room. To her left, the attractive whore was asleep as if nothing had happened... out the window Lyana could see the first rays of dawn's light. The only proof that anything out of the ordinary had happened was the throbbing ache in her pussy, thighs and ass, although a quick peek beneath the covers confirmed that the actual welts from the whip were gone. Although she yearned to go back to sleep, maybe wake up in a few hours and find some comfort with Kirra's very human and very soft touch, Lyana forced herself up and out of the bed. So she would have to pay for her sins... so would everyone else in the end. She wouldn't let that stop her from her mission. Firmly fixing the vision of her sister being raped by brutal men in her mind, Lyana picked up her clothes from the chair and began to get dressed. Witch Ch. 02 Sorry everyone, here is the actual second chapter of this story, it contains elements of erotic horror, bdsm, graphic violence, non-consent, and group sex. Enjoy! ************************ It didn't take long for Lyana to return to the crossroads from the day before. She could tell that the raiders had moved in the night... some more of them had broken off from the main group, but they were still all in the same general direction. Determinedly, she started folding the road again with her dark magic, secure in the knowledge that she would be able to catch up with more of them today. Part of her quailed at the thought of catching up to them... her punishment the night before at the hands of her Demon Master Leonard still made her shiver in fear. And she didn't even know if he would punish her with a whipping every time, he'd said he could punish her in whatever way he wanted. Somehow, part of her sensed that in a way he HAD been lenient the night before, a kind of fairness because she hadn't known the rules. Now she was knowingly murdering, and whether or not she was killing men who had done evil, doing evil herself was going to cause her own kind of retribution. She supposed that might make some people stop, consider their actions, and perhaps change their minds about their course. But those people probably hadn't had an adored older sister die in their arms, too crazed by her experiences to even recognize her only living family member. They hadn't seen the blood of their father spilt in his own home, the mutilation of her mother's corpse for daring to kill one of them before he could rape her. The devastation and wreckage of the entire village that she'd grown up in. As Lyana walked she became more and more angry at her memories, feeling more and more justified... more vindicated. She would rid the world of these men, and if she had to pay for it... so be it. At least that way some people would be safer. Besides which, her body and soul were already forfeit to Leonard... no demon would take a bargain back. No matter what she did, she was his for eternity. It gave her a kind of fatality that was also freedom... she might now possess black magic, evil magic, and she may do evil deeds, but she vowed to herself never to harm the innocent. Only those who did evil would need fear being touched by hers. ********************************************************* Blood was everywhere. She'd disguised herself as a whore, tempting 3 of the men who'd been to her village... leaning over to show off the pale flesh of her bosom. It had been the only way to get them alone, even though it had churned her stomach to have them pawing at her as they'd led her to their room at the inn, hands sliding over her body. The situation seemed strange, she'd thought they'd try to take her off to an alley to rape her, but instead they seemed completely content to pay her. Perhaps it was because they were in one of their own territories... she'd seen other men in the same uniforms as them, but she knew that these were the ones that had been to her village. Part of her ached to kill all of them, all that could hurt other people... but how did she know that all these soldiers were evil like that? Some of them looked very friendly, talking and laughing in the streets with friends and shop owners... flirting with the girls selling flowers. It had made her a little uneasy to see them as real people, perhaps the same kind of people that she'd grown up with. In some ways it made more sense to her that she was being punished for taking their lives now. She was quite sure that even the friendliest looking soldiers in the village had done their share of raping, torturing and pillaging, whether or not she knew about it. But it made more sense to her, why she would be punished for killing evil men. Just because they did evil deeds didn't mean they were necessarily all evil... Still, she could never see these men... well, what used to be men, as anything but brutes, nothing but the evil deeds that she'd witnessed. It made it easier for her to do her task. They'd gotten her to their room, intent on sampling her wares... but once inside Lyana had let the dark magic uncoil throughout her body. She sealed off the room so that they couldn't escape and sealed off any sound, so that no one would hear anything. The three men had found themselves slammed against the walls of the room, clothes shredding away from their bodies, leaving them naked a vulnerable. They had struggled and yelled, and she'd allowed them to, wanting them to know what it was like to be helpless, to struggle and feel like maybe they had a chance of getting away but being unable to. Frightened, they stopped struggling, one by one, and just stared at the beautiful woman standing in the center of the room. "Witch." One of them hurled the epithet at her, fear and anger in his eyes. Looking at them Lyana froze their vocal cords, so that they could hear her... and she talked very quietly, "Three days ago you invaded my village. You tortured my friends and neighbors and family, raped them, killed them. I am here to see justice done." And with that, she used her magic ripping skin from their bodies and breaking their arms and legs, but not their ribs so that their lungs weren't punctured... she didn't want them to die too quickly. Their screams echoed through the air, screaming "WITCH!" and obscenities as the pain tore through them. Lyana forced herself to be deaf to their cries, to the pain she heard in their voices, hearing again the pain in the screams from her village. She pulled their balls and penises from them until they were ripped off, and dropped to the ground in front of them. They screamed, and writhed, blood dripping from their groins to fall on their separated parts. She had thought she'd feel righteous, happy, vindicated... but instead she just felt sick. The day before, killing that man who'd been about to rape Kirra, that had been almost easy. This... the torture, the pain, the blood... it made her sick. She'd mean to draw it out more, to make them suffer even more... Instead she suddenly just stopped their hearts, her own heart feeling tight and constricted. Their bodies fell to the ground, blood pooling and spreading from their ruined groins. Stumbling over to the chamberpot, Lyana vomited, her stomach heaving over and over again. The coppery smell of blood kept her shaking and dry vomiting long after she'd emptied the contents of her stomach. She fled from the room, still feeling sick. The door locked behind her, pushed by a slender tendril of magic... no one would find them till the next morning, when the maid would come to tend to the room. In a daze, Lyana moved through the main room and out the door and down the street... Maybe she wasn't as cut out for this as she thought she was. Squeezing her eyes shut, she stumbled onward. But she would keep doing it. Perhaps though... perhaps it would be better just to kill them quickly. She couldn't justify torturing more of them... she felt dirty. Sick. Somehow she doubted that they felt that way after raping and torturing, but on the other hand did she want to be anything like them? No. No of course she didn't. Her entire being felt soiled. Reaching out with the magic, she could feel a spring not far down the road, and she rushed towards it, folding the road beneath her feet as quickly as she could. Almost as soon as she reached it she shed her clothes, rushing straight into the clear water.... It felt good to be in something clean. Cool water flicked against her skin, seeming to rub against her flesh in a comforting way. Lyana sighed, luxuriating in the freshness, feeling a little better. A small splash off to her left alerted her and Lyana quickly stood in the water, sinking away as she looked wild eyed. There was a man, naked and only ankle deep in the water, smiling calmly as he looked at her... there was something strange about him although Lyana couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Who are you?" she demanded, sinking lower into the water so that it was up to her shoulders, hugging her arms around herself in reaction. Even though she knew she had magic at her command, it was still unsettling to be caught completely naked by a strange man, she felt incredibly vulnerable. The man's smiled broadened and he stepped forward, deeper in the water. Lyana's breath caught as he moved, the way his muscles rippled underneath his skin, the grace in his movement as he brushed dark hair out of his face, "Lyana, really, after everything we've done together it seems very silly to try and hide that gorgeous body." It was Leonard's voice, coming from this extremely attractive man's mouth. Lyana stared. The demon laughed, "What, you think I can't appear in any form that I choose?" "Was that your real form I saw before?" Lyana asked, keeping still as the demon moved forward, towards her. The attractiveness of the man in front of her was unsettling... his strongly muscled body, the wavy dark hair that kept falling into his eyes... but his eyes were also unsettling. Darker black than any normal human could possibly posses, with gleams of red. It was his eyes that made her decide that this was really Leonard in front of her. She forced herself to stand still in the water as he came closer and closer to her, until he was standing directly in front of her and she was forced to look up at him. The man in front of her was tall, imposing, and yet the expression on his face said that he found her just as attractive... but looking into his eyes still unsettled her. Lyana looked away from his direct gaze, to his muscular shoulder... Strangely, she could feel her nether regions tingling, and for the first time with Leonard she didn't think it had anything to do with magic. After all the death, all the blood that she'd witnessed... feeling clean again, she longed for an affirmation of life. Of good things, of pleasure... and this attractive man in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar and the situation was doing the strangest things to her body. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the demon was grinning, and she hugged herself tighter, frightened more by the uncertainty of this experience than she would have been had he appeared in his demonic form with whip in hand. Fingers pressed under her chin, firm but gentle, and lifted her gaze back up to his... Lyana's lips parted as her breasts heaved, taking a deep breath. Leonard smiled, and leaned forward to kiss her. It wasn't the rough kiss that he'd bestowed up on her when he'd been a demon, although his teeth still felt almost unnaturally sharp, and it wasn't as gentle as Kirra's had been... there was something distinctly masculine about it. The kiss went on and on and on... Lyana found herself leaning into it. Then his bare body was pressing against hers, arms sliding around her waist in the water, and her hands were on his chest. The muscles were firm under her fingers, and she found it incredibly easy to believe that she was kissing a normal human male, his hardness pressing against her belly under the water. Leonard's hands ran down her back and under her buttocks, lifting her up easily... water ran off her body as she wrapped her legs around his waist... Although she found her arousal unsettling, there was no denying that she was sexually excited by the attractive man in front of her, and she found her insides aching for him. Despite the fact that Leonard had used magic to arouse her before, she'd found her own pleasure in Kirra, and now she recognized her own body's responses here. It disturbed her, but as his mouth ran over her collarbone, licking down her breasts and nipples, she did nothing but arch against him with passion, pressing her nipple between his lips. Leonard rolled it and bit down gently, his sharp teeth making her nipples throb with ecstatic torment. Lifting her further up onto his body, he let her slide back down until the head of his cock was nestled against her pussy... she moaned, feeling that he was as well endowed in this form as he had been as a demon. She sank her own teeth into his shoulder as he began to push into her, biting back the throaty moans of passion... he felt good, filling her up, going deeper into her body. He was warm against her in the cool water, filling her insides with his thick meatiness, and Lyana began to forget that he was a demon. The feel of him against her and inside of her was almost blissful, and she cried out with joy as he filled her completely. Lyana moved against him as he began to thrust back and forth, ramming into her pussy and making her bounce as she ground against him, eyes half closed in pleasure. Arms wrapped around his shoulders, she used it as leverage to push back against him, enjoying the slick feeling of him burying himself inside her. They moved together, her using her leg muscles to push herself and then relaxing to fall back on his cock... it was large and going deeper inside of her with every thrust. Lyana moaned, surprised to find that sex with a man could be every bit as passionate and good as it had been with Kirra. Leonard kissed and nipped at her throat and shoulders, biting down on her breasts, but without his sharp fangs it didn't hurt as much... and the slight pain actually excited her more than everything. She was shocked at her own responses to him, but she ached to feel him moving inside of her. The water at her back was moving with them, almost as if it was caressing her bottom... and then she realized that it felt very much as though the water was actually caressing her bottom, and moving up her back and shoulders, despite the fact that she and Leonard were still standing upright. "What-?" she started to ask, and Leonard grinned. "Lyana, meet Nicor, the Water Demon," Lyana gasped as cool water seemed to wrap around her waist, caressing her breasts as though it hand hands. It felt strange, but erotic, "Nicor's going to be joining us as payment for you bathing in his pool." Lyana gasped as water began to push its way into her ass, it felt so strange... her ass tightened down, but the water flowing into it was too firm, as though it had substance under the flow of it... the water pushed in, stretching her, and she cried out. The flexibility of the water cock in her ass meant that it didn't hurt as much as it might have, but the cock would flow and bulge, pressing against her insides... with Leonard's huge cock in her pussy she felt impossibly full. A firm body, made from the water and splashing over both her and Leonard, pressed into her from behind, cupping her breasts and presenting them to Leonard's lips as the two demons began to move inside her. The cock in her ass flowed and moved, feeling strangely cool, erotically tight, and even though it hurt and cramped, she could also feel a pleasant ache building there. Anyone walking by would've been shocked to see a gorgeous naked woman, moaning in the embrace of her attractive male lover, while simultaneously being embraced from behind by what looked like a humanoid form made completely out of water. The three moved together, Lyana leaning back against Nicor, water-hands cupping and kneading her breasts as Leonard leaned forward to nip at her nipples, his strong hands massaging her buttocks as he held her up, fingers pulling her cheeks apart to allow Nicor better access. Lyana had one hand pulling at Leonard's shoulder, and the other up behind her head, holding where Nicor's neck would be, water running over her hand. Leaning her head back, she enjoyed the feel of cool water running between her breasts and over the connection between her and Leonard, caressing her clit on its way back to the spring. Her rapturous cries echoed throughout the clearing as she began to cum, her entire body shaking with the ecstasy of it... and Lyana knew that this was all her doing, her own body's response to the sexual assault by the two demons, their magic hadn't been used at all. They began to thrust harder, in alternating rhythm, as she convulsed between them, wracked in the throes of intense orgasm. First Leonard began to bellow and holding himself inside her, her pussy tightened over him and she could actually feel his cock as it pulsed inside her, emptying darkness into her slick hole. Then a geyser went off in her ass, filling and spurting inside of her, and Lyana shrieked as another wave of orgasm rocked through her body, sending her into euphoric rapture as she writhed between them. Their movements slowly lessened, rocking back and forth with the afterglow of pleasure, finishing out their culmination. Lyana shuddered and sighed as water seemed to sluice off her shoulders, Nicor taking his leave, water caressing her most private areas as he withdrew from the embrace, her ass slowly emptying of his cock in a pleasurable relief from pressure. Lyana clung to Leonard as her legs slipped down and he grew soft and slipped out of her, she moaned a little as she leaned against him, her breasts pressed against his hard body, head resting on his shoulder. He very gently stroked her hair and Lyana was surprised to feel almost intimate with him. "You still have time to catch up with another group of them," he murmured above her, and then pulled away a little to look her in the face, "And then tonight you must be punished." This face was all too human, almost regretful in its expression... Lyana nodded, strangely feeling almost guilty that he would have to punish her. It seemed like he didn't want to. Leonard leaned down to kiss her again... their lips pressed firmly for a moment, and then he seemed to dissolve against her, dissipating into the air. Feeling rather shaky, not to mention shaken by Leonard's strange behavior, Lyana pulled herself from the spring and put her clothes back on. Heading back to the road she pulled herself together... what, had she expected her life to be normal after pledging herself to a demon? She had a mission to perform. Calling on the darkness inside her, Lyana ignored the pleasant ache between her legs and started folding the road again, traveling faster than any normal human could. She left the trees as soon as she could, eager to get out from under their shade. Her entire was turning into one unsettling experience after another, and at the moment she just wanted to walk and absorb everything without actually having to think. ******************************************************* Lyana found the next three soldiers easily enough, the problem was she didn't know what to do once she found them. They were in a face off between a farmer and his three sons, and even though the farmers outnumbered the soldiers, there was no way they were a match for them. They were only one more than the soldiers, armed with farm tools -- no matter how sharp -- and while they were clearly accustomed to using those tools, they weren't primarily fighters. And the soldiers were. Lyana stayed off to the side, holding her breath, wondering if there was a way to keep the farmers from seeing what was happening... they were standing in front of two women, one older and one younger, the older woman was hugging the younger woman to her, she was crying. "Stay back!" shouted the oldest of the farmers, shaking what looked to be a sword as old as him, "You keep away from my daughter, you bastards!" Tears ran down his face... although the young woman was barely visible behind the meager protection of her family, Lyana could see bruises on her face and the rips and tears in her clothing . "But she's not finished with us yet," one of the soldiers said jeeringly, "There's two of us yet to take a turn!" The other two soldiers laughed, easily swinging their swords in front of them, "Stand back old man or you'll just get yourself and your sons killed, and we'll still taste your pretty daughter's charms. Maybe your wife's too!" All three soldiers laughed as the farmer men tightened their stance in front of the women, obviously prepared to die rather than letting the soldiers do as they wished. Witch Ch. 02 "You'd have to be crazy to think that we'd just let you do that," said the youngest looking of the boys, he looked pale and frightened but determined. Lyana's heart ached for this family, wondering if her own family hadn't done something similar in the attacks... she could easily imagine her father trying to protect her mother and Bryanne. She was trying to think of a way to take out the three soldiers, without making it look like she was using magic, when the leader of the soldiers rushed forward at the men. Without thinking she reached out her hand towards him, and unleashed magic to make him trip. At first, no one seemed to realize what had happened as he sprawled in front of the farmer men... Holding her breath, Lyana worried that the soldier would recover from his shock before the farmers... but then the father laid his old sword against the soldier's throat and looked up at the other two. "Back off now, or I'll cut his throat!" He pressed the sword a little deeper, drawing a thing line of blood against the soldier's throat to show his deadly intent. Lyana found herself holding her breath, completely unsure of what to do now. The two soldiers started to back away, but by this time the one on the ground had recovered his equilibrium, and the farmer had stepped too close. Lashing out with his hand, the soldier caught the ankle of the older man and pulled him down, as he fell the two soldiers jumped forward at the sons, ready to slaughter. "NO!" Lyana didn't even realize that she'd shouted, she was so afraid that she was about to relive the experience of watching her village be slaughtered and raped on small scale... the three soldiers exploded with magic, flesh and blood flying everywhere. For a moment, time seemed frozen as the entire family looked over at her, their attention caught by her cry, and then pieces of human splattered to the ground in front of them where the soldiers had just been. They looked from small pieces of body, back to Lyana. She stood frozen, she didn't know what to do if they tried to attack her. After saving them, she definitely didn't want to hurt them... but at the same time they were looking at her fearfully... this wasn't quite like the last time, when she had used magic in front of others. This time she had killed with it. The farmer sons drew back as their father stood up, they all stared at her, the wife pulling her daughter in even closer than she had when the soldiers had been threatening them. Lyana could see the tight grip that the farmer had on his sword... cautiously he began walking slowly towards her. He seemed more frightened of her then anything, and not likely to attack... she stood and waited, wondering what he wanted. Why he was approaching. "Dad, don't-" one of the sons started to say, and their father waved his hand back at them. He still held the sword at his side, tightly, but it wasn't up as though he was going to attack with it. Lyana just stared at him as he came closer. About twenty feet away, she supposed he felt safer at a distance even though he was pretty sure that she'd just blown apart three men from three times that distance, he stopped moving. "You killed them?" he asked roughly, almost disbelieving. Almost afraid of his reaction, Lyana nodded. "You saved us..." he said, and Lyana nodded again. Looking at her he asked, almost timidly, almost as if he didn't want to hear the answer but had to ask, "Are you going to hurt us?" "No!" said Lyana, his question shocking her into speech. The farmer stared at her and slowly nodded his head, as if thinking something over and coming to a decision, "I can't offer you a place to stay... inviting a witch into your house, even one that's saved you..." at least he sounded almost apologetic, she thought bitterly, "But there's some food in a shed about a mile down that way," he pointed down the road that she was heading, "It's ours and you're welcome to take some of it if you're hungry." "Thank you," said Lyana, sincerely. At least he'd had the decency not to run screaming, she thought, although she was sad that she couldn't connect with this family. Something about it reminded her of her own... on the other hand, she couldn't blame the man for keeping his distance, or his family for their fear of her. If someone like her had come along to her village, she might've had the same reaction... Let them remain, innocent and happy. She wouldn't wish her experiences on anyone else, no matter what kind of understanding it might bring them. Realizing that he probably was too afraid to turn his back on her, Lyana turned her back on him and began to walk down the road he'd indicated. Not wanting to alarm them further, she didn't begin folding the road till she was already out of sight. ******************************************************** She did stop at the shed for food, and found that there was an abundance there. This was obviously their winter stores, with jars of preserves, salted meat hanging, etc. It was barely 30 feet away from what must have been their home... Lyana decided to be quick about getting her food and leaving, not wanting to make them any more uncomfortable than they already had been. When she exited the shed, carrying a small loaf of bread, some cheese and meat, she was surprised to find the girl standing outside, not more than ten feet away. Very pretty, youngish, Lyana guessed her to be around the same age as herself, with long blonde hair that was pulled back by a scarf. There was still dirt on her skirts, and Lyana could see bruised fingerprints on her neck, her right eye was swollen and dark, and she was hugging herself. Somehow, though, Lyana knew that the girl's fear was not of Lyana, but still of them memory of the men who had abused and threatened her. The girl stared at Lyana, almost as though she was drinking in the sight of her. "How did you do it?" she asked, her voice sounded dead... empty. Lyana looked back at her, "You don't want to know." The girl looked down and away and then back up, "I don't want anyone to be able to do this to me again." There was a plea in her eyes that made Lyana hesitate. What kind of witch am I if I can't help this girl, she asked herself. Thinking quickly she walked over to the girl, who stiffened at her approach, but didn't back away. Lyana tapped her finger on the necklace the girl wore around her neck, it was nothing more than a piece of carved wood hanging from a string, but it would do... she filled it with the magic. "Whenever you feel in danger just hold onto this and if there is any real danger it will make you invisible," she told the girl, "Use it to get to a place of safety. As soon as you are out of danger you will become visible again." "If I touch someone else will they become invisible too?" the girl asked. Lyana smiled at how bright she was, it was a good idea -- she tapped the carving again. "Yes." She smiled, feeling good about being able to help this girl. "Thank you," the girl said, her eyes filled with gratitude, "I don't care if you're a witch, you're not a bad one. I can tell. Thank you." And she turned and walked away, leaving Lyana feeling much lighter in spirit. There would still be the matter of her punishment tonight, to pay for her sins, but at the moment Lyana was happy. Turning, she set out on the road again, feeling out ahead of her for the rest of the band of raiders. Six were still together, two a little closer than that, and one very close. She would probably not catch up with him by nightfall, but she could get very close... besides, paying for the lives of the six men she'd killed today would garner her more than enough punishment. Lyana wasn't sure she wanted to add onto it. Not long before dark she found the town where the lone soldier was... there would have been plenty of time to hunt him down before dark, but she decided to take a night of rest. She was tired from the days activities, and there had been so much going on that she just wanted to sit and rest and take some time to think it all over. The family and the girl... the young woman really, who had been so grateful. Even her father had overcome his fear of the witch to thank her in his own way. Lyana just wasn't used to thinking of herself as dangerous or something to avoid, she knew that she would've never hurt anyone but those soldiers or someone who threatened her, but how were other people to know that? Somehow it hadn't occurred to her, when she'd first started drawing the symbols to call Leonard, that her actions would make her into a Witch. Someone to be feared more than respected... someone who would be hunted down if word got around what she was. She had to be careful... she didn't want to hurt anyone, and she certainly didn't want to be forced into hurting someone who was trying to do good by hurting her. Witches were not to be tolerated, and she'd heard about the treatment of women who were accused... and she doubted many of them were truly witches or they would have found a way to get away. Unless they were like her and didn't want to hurt anyone. Still, she'd heard the stories of women being caught and condemned to burn at the stake, the church was always involved. She supposed it made sense, that if a witch -- filled with demonic power -- were to be caught that it would be by the church. Conjuring a tent, Lyana made a circle around her area with little stones... no one would be able to see the circle or what was in it, much less cross it. Each of her experiences was making her more cautious, more wary... when it came down to it she really didn't know that much about the power that Leonard had endowed her with, and she didn't know about its weaknesses. As she lay down to go to sleep she had the amusing thought that she was really too young to have to be considering things like being burned at the stake... how her life had changed in just a week. ************************************************************** Lyana awoke to the slight pain of a claw tracing along the side of her body, from her hip up to her breast. She moaned as it dug into the underside of her breast... she was hanging from her wrists, and struggled to get her feet underneath her... the best she could manage her heels still weren't touching the ground, it was almost like being on her toes. The position thrust her breasts and ass out, as though she was asking for abuse. She winced as a claw began tracing up the other side of her body... Leonard was behind her, obviously in his demonic form, and she shuddered as the hand that had reached her breast toyed with the nipple, roughly pinching it to hardness. The room was dimly lit with candles, a dark grey stone with no doors or windows that she could see... it was filled with implements of torture, and she was sure that some of the darks stains on the floor were blood. Her own wrists were in manacles hanging from a chain attached to the ceiling, barely giving her any moving room. "Welcome to punishment," he murmured, his teeth biting into the back of her neck, just deep enough to draw blood. Lyana groaned as she felt his tongue licking at the fluid before it could run down her back. Walking around to the front of her, it was almost starting to see his darkness, his strange almost-human qualities. Clawed hands cradled her breasts, rubbing against her nipples until they were fully erect... Lyana moaned, slightly aroused despite the burning pain where he'd bitten her neck and the scratches up her body and across her breasts. Smiling evilly, Leonard displayed three glowing loops in his hand to her, they were very small and looked almost golden. Picking up one up delicately with his claws, he put it around her nipple... and the little loop began to tighten. Lyana gasped as it pinched down around her nipple, it was almost burning against her skin, so hot that she was sure her flesh was only a degree away from cooking. It pinched the little nipple tighter and tighter and she groaned as he put another loop over her other nipple and it began the same process. Tears came to her eyes as her back arched with the agony of it, her nipples feeling as they though were pulsing as blood tried to push through the tight confines. "Oh no..." she moaned as Leonard brought the last loop down to her pussy, she writhed as he put the hot loop over her clit and it began to tighten just as the ones on her nipples were. Just their tight burning embrace was a kind of torture, feeling both good and awful, she danced a little in her bindings, wanting to relieve herself a little... but the loops just stayed tight and too hot, making her sob a little. Besides which she couldn't really move much, even if there had been any relief in movement. Leonard waited till she'd stopped dancing around, and she was just breathing hard, trying to ignore the discomfort in her breasts and clit. Then he went to the wall and picked up a whip... this one had three heavy braids and it looked like it was made of leather. Lyana let out a little moan of fear... she knew that it was just, she'd killed six men, but she couldn't help but fear the pain that she knew was coming. The whip slammed into the right side of her completely vulnerable breast and she shrieked... he brought it back around but this time only flicking her confined left nipple. Both made her thrash with agony, she actually wasn't sure which had hurt more. Leonard began beating her breasts, focusing totally on her outthrust vulnerable mounds; she shrieked and danced, tears running down her face as she tried to get away. Her breasts felt raw as they bounced, and she was sure that her nipples were going to pop off, while between her legs her clit throbbed in its own confinement. Dimly, under her own screams, she could hear Leonard calmly counting every time he gave her breasts ten lashes. "Ten." "Twenty." "Thirty." "Forty." "Fifty." There was a lull, and Lyana hung from her wrists, sobbing as her poor breasts throbbed, nipples feeling almost numb with the pain. Forcing her eyes open she could see that her pale flesh was streaked with welts, some of them looking like they might be about to bleed, her nipples were dark purple and pained looking, and she moaned and closed her eyes again, not wanting to see the torture that had been done to her breasts. She could feel Leonard walking closer. A claw under her tear-stained face forced her to look up, and she opened her eyes to his demonic visage, dark sheen of skin over an almost human face, absolutely merciless. "You have a choice now," he told her, "I will finish the last ten on your breasts, or I will finish the last ten on your pussy." Lyana sobbed at being forced to make such a choice, she was terrified of having her pussy whipped, but she was also sure that she couldn't take any more torment to her breasts. Her skin felt tight and swollen, she was sure that they'd bleed horribly if he hit them even one more time. Gathering her courage she hoarsely whispered, "My pussy." She looked away as Leonard grinned... he moved around her and she obediently spread her legs as he moved them apart, fixing them into place with more manacles. Even more her weight was only on her toes and wrists, making her arms ache even more as she was positioned. Once open and vulnerable, she felt her clit throb with fear as he came back in front of her, picking up the whip. "One." A scream, she jerked in the manacles as he began counting off the lashes to her pussy... "Two." It burned through the core of her being, the lashes spreading over her vulnerable, tender lips. "Three." More jerking, her wrists and shoulders aching as she thrashed. "Four." Pleading for him to stop, Lyana knew that he wouldn't, her breasts throbbed in agony at even the thought that he might switch, even while she screamed with the pain in her pussy. "Five." Her clit felt huge, trying to burst out of the confines of the loop, swollen with a kind of strange arousal and also with the pain as the whip lashed against it. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten." Leonard gave her the last five lashes quick and hard, barely allowing her to catch her breath to scream some more before it was over. Lyana hung in the chains, sobbing; entire body felt battered, as though he'd whipped her everywhere instead of just focusing on her breasts and pussy. She barely noticed as he moved behind her, but moaned protest when she felt his huge cock pressing against her asshole. Hands rested on her hips, pulling her back as he pushed his way forward, coating leaking out of his dick to make it a little easier. Lyana sobbed some more as her ass was invaded, stretching out to accommodate his girth... it was much more firm and wide than the ever changing water demon's cock had been. With her body throbbing like it was, it felt even more painful. Then she felt Leonard's magic spreading through her body, arousing her despite the brutalized state of her body, and she wanted to scream with the frustration of being forced to be aroused when she was so battered. As her nipples and clit swelled against the hot gold rings she screamed again with pain, her ass tightening as Leonard shoved deeper. Seeming to sense her discomfort, she thought he took pity on her as the rings loosened and fell to the floor in front of her stretched out body... then blood began rushing back into the tender nubs and she thrashed on his cock as he invaded her from behind, voice to raw to scream with the torment as her blood flow returned to normal. Running his hands up to her agonized breasts, Leonard began rubbing her nipples, increasing the blood flow, as he started thrusting in and out of her from behind, raw burning discomfort in her ass as it was stretched over and over. His tail raised up between her legs to rub against her clit, and Lyana thrashed with the torturous pleasure of it, his magic increasing her arousal to blissful heights even while the degraded state of her body kept her from crossing over the edge. His tail plunged into her tortured pussy, spearing deep into her body, and she was grateful that he'd aroused her so that it wasn't dry... still it felt all too pleasant in some ways. The chains above her shook as he thrust into her, and the fact that her toes had already barely been touching the floor meant that she was almost completely held up by his cock and tail, pushing into her holes... gravity forcing her down on them as they pushed deep into her body. Sharp teeth nuzzled along her neck and collarbone, her breasts filling his clawed hands as he fucked her from behind, an erotic scene of agony and lust in the dungeon. Lyana thrashed as her rapture grew, wrapping around the pain in a kind of spiral that left her unsure as to where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Inside her head, she felt a kind of horror as she realized that not all of the arousal was being stirred by Leonard's magic, her body, her mind was actually starting to respond to the brutal treatment of the demon, some of the pleasure was her own. She pulled on her wrists as she slammed down onto his tail and cock, feeling the insides of her pussy being stirred by the thick, blunt end of his tail. Tightening down on the invaders, Lyana could feel herself start to shake... her nipples were twin points of sharp pain, manipulated and caressed by Leonard... despite the surprising gentleness of his touch her nipples radiated sharp jabs of pain because of their tender state. As she moved back against him, Leonard could sense her true arousal coupled with the manufactured, and he responded by thrusting harder and deeper into her brutalized body. Lyana's voice rose into a keening shriek as she began to cum, pain mixing with ecstasy mixing with magic, an earth-shattering combination that wreaked havoc on all of her senses... and throughout it all was the steady pump of cock into her ass and thick tail gyrating in her pussy. Her body convulsed and thrashed until she reached the limit of what she could physically endure and she fainted into the onslaught. Witch Ch. 02 Everything was dream like, someone was carrying her, as gently as they could... strong, masculine arms wrapped around her protectively. Lyana cried out as something bumped against her tender body, every nerve ending felt on fire... a deep familiar voice murmured soothingly in her ear and she relaxed with a whimper, leaning into the protective embrace. She was laid onto something soft and cradling, silky and smooth against her hurt body. Finger tips traced the most injured parts of her... over her breasts which were black and blue from the abuse, her wrists and ankles, her pussy and ass... where the touch went, relief followed. Not full relief, but she could feel her muscles relaxing, the deep bruises faded to nothing... welts shrank till they were almost invisible, and everywhere the pain receded. Warm fuzziness seemed to take over Lyana's brain, arms gently cradled and wrapped around her, making her feel safe and comfortable. She nuzzled into this safe haven, feeling strangely content, happy to have the pain relieved... there were tingles in her body that told her she had enjoyed pleasure too, and the healing fingers had taken away nothing of that afterglow. Snuggling against the strong shoulder, Lyana rubbed her face against soft human skin, feeling the firm muscle underneath. Sleepily she kissed the flesh with her lips and then snuggled in tight to her savior, falling asleep almost immediately. Had anyone been able to observe into a windowless, doorless room, they would have seen an extremely attractive naked women sleeping on a red silk bed in the arms of an exceedingly attractive naked man... his very stance protective and comforting. In the darkness Leonard curled around Lyana, hugging her tighter as she sighed in her sleep and nuzzled against him, stroking her hair with his fingers, and wondering how he was going to get himself out of the mess he was in. Witch Ch. 03 Author's Note: I started writing this story right before a rather difficult time in my life which ended in me not writing for several years. However, I always meant to come back and finish out all of the series that I started and never completed. I'm thrilled to be able to do that now for Witch. There will be one more chapter after this one to conclude this novella... I hope you enjoy! ******* There are certain rules that even a demon must follow, whether he wills it or not. Lyana had called upon Leonard and therefore she was Leonard's responsibility. Unlike some of his brethren, Leonard was not actually a particularly violent or blood thirsty demon. For all that he was the Master of Black Magic and Sorcery, a surprising (to some) amount of his power came from sex. Of course, there was quite a bit of sex wrapped up in black magic after all; blood, the seed of life, passion, and strong emotions were necessary to many spells. Lyana was slightly different because she had given her soul over to Leonard after her death; she would stay with him for eternity. The only question was what kind of stay should would have with him. He knew what he preferred, but truly it all depended on her actions and so far she was heading for quite a hellish afterlife indeed. ******** Birdsong woke Lyana, along with the coming of the dawn. She moaned as she rolled onto her side, every part of her body feelings sore. Peeking into her blouse she could see that her nipples were red and sore looking, there were angry streaks across her breasts from the whipping that Leonard had given her. This time her attempt at healing worked even less than it had before. Her nipples remained chafed and raw although the throbbing went down and the weals on her breast barely faded. The same happened when she tried to heal her abused pussy and ass. The marks of her personal punishments were become more intense and permanent the more she continued her quest. Was that some kind of sign? Already she had started to feel less and less motivated on her quest, but why else had she sold her soul? What else could she do? Her village, her family should be avenged. The men who invaded and horribly abused her friends and family, good people that she'd known all of her life, before brutally murdering them could not be allowed to go unpunished. They were now in their own territory, out of the lands governed by Lyana's ruler, but that only made her quest more important because no one where would care about what atrocities these men may have visited upon a distant people. Unless Lyana intervened, these men would never be stopped. Still, she could feel the darkness in her soul. Perhaps it had come initially because she had invited it in and gone through the rites with Leonard, but then it had seemed a separate part of her. Now it felt like the darkness was digging its teeth into her very being, as if it was blending into her essence. "Get up, get moving," she muttered to herself. If she took too much time to stop and think about what she was doing then she would never be able to finish it. Thinking was dangerous. As she canceled out ward she'd made using a circle of stones around her chosen campsite and dismissed the tent that she'd conjured, Lyana put out 'feelers' with her senses, looking for the rest of the troop that had visited her village. One of them was nearby, in a town. The rest of them, their numbers dwindled down to no more than fifteen. The idea of more death, of more punishment at Leonard's hands, made Lyana feel sick. Especially because she felt like there were times when Leonard was more than just a demon of darkness and torment. When he appeared to her as a man she felt... She felt things she had no right to be feeling. Not while her family was dead and she was on a hunt to avenge them. Frowning, Lyana began to walk towards the nearby town, pulling at the road beneath her in the way that she'd now mastered, so that each step covered more distance than it felt like she was traveling, as if she was crimping the road between steps. It was a very useful way to travel, shortening her walk and allowing her to move much faster than the soldiers, which was the only reason she was able to catch up to them. The man nearby was tugging at her, as if they were two magnets and she was being irresistibly pulled to his location. Nothing had prepared her for what she saw when she caught up with him. The town was prosperous, that much was clear, with plenty of people milling about, a full marketplace with an assortment of goods, and the houses all looked to be in good repair. It was the kind of town that Lyana's family had lived in before the soldiers had come, only it was at least three times the size of her town. The presence of the soldier was a siren song, making it difficult for her to pay attention to the attractions of the town, but it was impossible not to notice the hustle and bustle, the cheerful noises of people bartering and the children scampering underfoot. Following the tug of her magic, she turned down a lane filled with houses, stalking unerringly closer. He was in the back of a rather nice looking house, whitewashed and well cared for, with cheerful flowerbeds in the front of it. Voices came from behind the house and she felt that the soldier was back there as well. The back of the house had a courtyard, filled with people obviously having some kind of party. Children were gathered around a grizzled looking man with salt and pepper hair and the straight back of a soldier. Lyana stared, unable to accommodate her view of the rampaging, ravaging soldiers with the doting grandfather before her, but the pulse of her magic was unmistakable. He had been one of those to visit destruction and horror upon her friends and family, her neighbors, her town. Right now he had a little girl seated on his knee, two more little girls and three little boys sitting in front of them and he was obviously telling them a story. One of the adults came up behind him, a daughter by the looks of her, and kissed the top of her father's head, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. Tears sparked in Lyana's eyes as she was filled with inexpressible anger. This man had his family, he'd had a good life and he was going to continue to do so while everyone she knew, everyone she loved and cared about was dead. What kind of justice was it that he was surrounded by so many people who cared about him, while she was left alone in the world? "Come to me," she whispered, her will shaping the magic that Leonard had gifted her with. "Say what you must and come to me." There was nothing in his demeanor to indicate that anything was wrong, he smiled up at the woman standing behind him, gently lifting the girl from his lap as he made his excuses. The woman sat down in his place as he made his way towards the front of the house where Lyana was, nodding and speaking for a moment with some of the others gathered there. They let him go, never suspecting that he might be headed for his demise. Drifting backwards into the shadows, Lyana positioned herself so that neither of them would be visible to those behind the house and only he would be visible to anyone passing by the front, she would be hidden behind a large bush. The soldier came to a stop in front of and he blinked before frowning, as if she had just suddenly come into focus. Lyana froze him in place with her glare. With a panicked expression on his face he opened his mouth to yell, obviously confused and frightened by his sudden immobility. With a quick, cutting hand gesture, Lyana made it so that he couldn't talk above a whisper. When that slight noise came out of his mouth his head jerked and he stared at her. "Witch," he said in a raspy whisper before taking in a deep breath. She could tell he was trying to yell, although his volume didn't increase any thanks to her spell. "Witch." "Murderer," she hissed back. His face fell, tightened, his eyes closed. Guilt suffused his expression, even over the panic and fear. "Speak true," she said, her voice coming out in a harsh whisper. "My village that you helped to destroy but a few days ago - the village of Werth... why?" She had not felt the urge to question any of the previous soldiers that she'd visited vengeance upon, it had not mattered to her. The circumstances in which she'd found them had shown them clearly to be brutal men who would not stop raping, harming and killing without some kind of intervention. But this man... this man surrounded by family and children, with no clear intent of harming anyone... faced with this man, she needed to know. To her shock, the blood seemed to drain from his face and he looked both miserable and ashamed. "It was my last job," he said, and she could hear the regret in his voice. "It was the last I had to do before I could retire and be with my family..." "Did you rape? Did you kill?" "No, I did not rape." He looked away as though he couldn't face her, his muscles straining to escape from the frozen hold she'd put his body in. His voice remained low, as she wished it to be, so that others would not be able to hear that he was speaking to someone. "I killed... but only those who fought back, who put themselves in my way. I did not... I did not approve of our mission." "Why, why were you there?" "We were searching for someone," he muttered, staring at the ground. It was obvious that something about the destruction of her village had bothered him, was troubling his conscience. To Lyana's mind, that wasn't nearly enough of a punishment. "A spy. He had settled in Werth... we had to bring him to justice." "And the rest of it?" Lyana's voice rose in anger, in disbelief. "The rape, the torture, killing everyone?" He shook his head and a tear ran down his face. Clenching her fists, she tried to control her rage. Just seeing his regret was only making her angrier. "Things got out of control. The Commander... he likes to... he's not..." Suddenly his head swung up and he looked at her full in the face. His expression was tormented. "I did not want to be part of his troop anymore. I retired to get away from his command." Staring at him, Lyana felt her lips press together into a thin line. "Why did you not say something?" she whispered hoarsely, her every word an accusation. "Do something." "I don't know... I wish I had," he looked at her with his eyes full of remorse. "I just wanted to get out and away." "It would have been too much trouble to report him to his superiors? He would have made life hard for you? You were worried the others in your troop would back him and not you?" From the way he flinched back from the venom in her voice she knew that she was correct. "Coward." "I do not deny it," he murmured, lowering his head. Her rage pulsed, but at the same time she couldn't stop the thoughts in her mind. As much as she wanted to make a scapegoat of him, she knew that he was not where the evil came from. Yes, he was a man who allowed evil to exist, who tried to run from it or push it from his mind, who tried to ignore it unless it directly involved him, but he was not the source of the destruction rained down upon her village and given the choice he would instigate no evil. But his cowardliness, his decision to stand by while others committed atrocities was not something that should go unpunished. "I should kill you where you stand," she muttered bitterly, not even realizing that she was speaking until he began to plead. "No, please don't," he begged. "I have a family... children... grandchildren... they're just getting to see me now..." "I had a family too," she raged at him, clenching her fists in her skirt. "You do yourself no favors to remind me that you and your comrades have robbed me of what you yourself treasure. I watched my sister be raped, she died in my arms. My friends, my neighbors..." Lyana's voice broke as tears surged and she choked them back down. She would not cry in front of this worthless worm of a man. "I want vengeance and I will have it." The man in front of her shook. "I am sorry... I truly, truly am. I wish I could have done things differently." "And so you will... in the future," she said, her mind twisting around to what seemed like a truly just solution. Reaching out her hand, she touched his shoulder, the same way she had seen his daughter do so. Beneath her hand he flinched, but he was unable to move away. Her voice had a hollow sound to it as she willed her magic to lay down the exact specific spell she wanted, which was quite detailed. "Whenever someone you love or care about needs your help, your muscles will wither and you will be unable to lend your aid. Every night you will dream about my village, you will re-live every moment and see every opportunity you had to change things or to help someone that you did not take. Every time you take a stranger's part, every time you seek to good for someone you do not know, that night you will be free of the dream." When she released him, he shook and fell to his knees, looking rather terrified. Obviously he knew that she had some power over him, considering the way she'd frozen him and forced him to speak the truth - not that he seemed like a usually dishonest person. While she didn't know whether or not anyone he cared about would ever be in need of his assistance, she felt that it was just that he be as helpless as she had been when she'd watched her people destroyed. Would that mean that those he cared about might suffer? Yes, but he had no one to blame but himself. Since she did not plan on ensuring that those he loved and cared about would ever be in danger, she felt that it was fair. He would always know that he would be useless to help them, which would prey on his mind. The dreams seemed like a fair twist on it. In fact, she got a rather deep sense of satisfaction out of his punishment. He would be helpless to protect those whom he cared about, just as she had been, but he would be able to redeem himself somewhat by providing that aid to others. Actually, if he wanted to escape his guilt and the dreams then he would be forced to act for others, which he had been too cowardly to do for the village of Werth. And in the meantime, his own guilt and shame would be inescapable, it would not fade for the rest of his life and he would not be able to ignore it since he would have a nightly reminder. There was quite a bit of justice in her vengeance and, as she stared down at his shocked and kneeling form, she found that she quite liked that. Setting a light touch on his head, she made him immobile for the next two minutes. Just long enough for her to be on her way, using her traveling spell, far enough that he wouldn't be able to catch her. In his state he might not even know what direction she had gone in. Within minutes she was back on the road, feeling strangely conflicted as she headed towards her next goal, the clump of soldiers that were still together. She assumed that when she found them she would also find the evil commander that the soldier had referenced. When Werth had first been destroyed she'd been overcome with a need for vengeance, yet the deaths of the soldiers since that time had made her feel unclean. It wasn't just that she had caused a few of them pain before bringing a merciful end, although that was part of it. She'd wanted to make them hurt... yet when it had come time to do so, she had ended their torture much sooner than they had done so for others. Yet she still thirsted for their blood. In the abstract sense she still pictured tormenting their bodies, making them scream, wracking them with agony. It was so much easier to imagine it than it was to follow through. Especially because of the punishment that followed. And that was another source of confusion for her. The conflicting faces of Leonard. As she pondered the demon's actions, she distractedly noted that the road beneath her feet was changing. The dirt was well pounded, by many feet, and growing broader. Wherever the troop that she was following was headed, it seemed to be towards a large population. Perhaps even a real city. A month ago she would have been excited at the prospect of seeing a city, now that she was headed for one, she found that her mind was too focused on other, more important things, to have any real anticipation. The punishments that Leonard put her through were awful. Enough so that she certainly considered them a deterrent. Why, she only had to rub too hard at her chafed nipples to know that she didn't want to be tortured again. The painful climaxes that came at the end of each punishment session with him only added to her humiliation and degradation. Yet, at the same time, she accepted that she should pay in some way for taking lives. Even if there was some justice in what she was doing, at least in her eyes, the truth was that she was still as much a murderer as the men who had destroyed her village. Unlike them, she was paying for her transgressions immediately... and would continue to pay after her death, as her soul belonged to Leonard. But he had another face as well. That handsome human form that he had come to her in. That form was almost tender with her, bringing her pleasure without torment. She suspected that last night he had cared for her wounds, after causing them. The 'why' escaped her, but the fact remained that there seemed to be much more to him than Black Magic and punishment. Her musings didn't end until she topped a hill and found herself looking down at a sight she'd never seen before. The buildings sprawled outwards from the center, crowded together so closely that from this distance it looked like there was almost no space between them. The tiny figures of people moving along the narrow streets looked like ants, milling about each other in close confines. Colors ran riotous on the buildings, some of them bright, some of them dark. There was a long wall encasing the majority of the buildings, but there were quite a few buildings outside of the wall as well - almost looking as if they were huddled against it for protection that it couldn't actually provide. The arrangement made it look as though the city was a cup that had overflowed, spilling buildings and people outside of its wall. At the center of this sprawling conglomeration was a palace made of white stone, its walls and towers rising higher than any of the other buildings in the city. It was obviously the hub around which the rest of the city turned, a focal point that would always be visible from both the inside and outside of the city. As she stared at this glorious monument to power, Lyana realized that she had followed the troop, not just to any city, but to the capital. And they were nearing the palace. Strange emotions surged in her. Triumph, that all the rest of the men she was hunting were finally in one place. Reluctance to proceed with her task, reluctance to face the kind of punishment that she knew would come her way for killing so many men. There were at least ten of them left. Anger, at herself for feeling such reluctance. And hidden beneath these, a kind of innocent excitement, at her first sight of a city and a palace, wondering at the strange novelty of it all. Lyana had not realized that she had any innocence left, after all that she had been through, but those emotions of excitement and awe belonged to a younger version of herself, one who had not suffered the things that she had. One who would have never considered doing the things that she had done. More confused than ever, Lyana began to walk down the hill, heading for the city. ****** She got a room at an inn, not one of the best but not one of the worst, and near enough to the palace. The innkeeper himself was a garrulous cheerful man, eager to impress the beautiful young woman with his knowledge of all the happenings of the city, all the most important gossip. As he showed her to her room he chattered on about the return of one of the princes, not the heir but one of his younger brothers, with a troop of his men. They had just completed an important mission, ridding the country of a traitor and they would be making a full report of their triumph to the court tomorrow. Witch Ch. 03 Anger and the unfettered urge to do something filled Lyana. The soldier that she'd met this morning had not informed her that the commander of the raiders was Prince. No wonder he'd been afraid to speak up. Still, that did not absolve him and she did not regret the punishment that she'd set him. Hiding her rising emotion behind a calm social smile, she blandly thanked the innkeeper and requested that he send a bath. That done, she inspected the room. It was clean, obviously well kept. Out of the window she had a good view of the palace, as she'd requested a room on one of the top floors. Perhaps tonight she could go there. Either find out more information or even have her revenge before the Prince and his men were lavished with affection and adulation. Her lips twisted. No she would not reach them before they received plenty of praise for their actions, although she had noticed that the innkeeper's tale had said nothing of the depredations visited on the village that the spy was found in. Was it possible that the men were hiding the viciousness of their attack? That they did not want others to know? Or were they holding back the juicier tidbits for tomorrow when all eyes would be on them? It was something she needed to know. A knock on the door distracted her thoughts and she opened it to allow the footmen entrance. They silently filled the tub with the buckets of tepid water that they'd brought up, just barely warm enough to bathe in. Once they were gone she turned to the bath with a secret smile. While she had not expected anything more than lukewarm water, at least now she could take care of that situation herself. Touching her fingertip to the water she stirred in, feeling the heat and steam rise as her magic flared, until the bath was hot enough to be enjoyable. Quickly divesting herself of her clothing, Lyana stepped into the tub, giving a small shudder as she sank into the steaming water. It was almost too hot to be pleasant, but the scalding sensation also helped her to feel less grimy. Giving a small moan of satisfaction she laid her head back, just wanting to rest for a few moments and enjoy soaking herself, drawing the heat and cleanliness into her body. Ripples stirred in the water and her eyes flew open, if she hadn't already been pressed against the back of the tub she would have jerked backwards. Leonard's handsomely human male face was in front of her, a small smile on his lips, his finger making little patterns in the water that had caused the ripples she'd felt. Those strange flat, black eyes with gleams of red studied her as she stared back at him, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn't deny that she felt a sensual attractive to Leonard in this form, especially when she remembered the pleasure that he and the water demon had given her the last time she'd bathed. The silence stretched between them, fraught with tension that she felt throughout her body. The water gently lapped against her breasts, almost caressing her as Leonard continued to move his fingers in small circles, much the way she had as she'd heated it. Not once did his eyes leave hers, daring her to look away first. The gentle play of the water against her skin reminded her of her previous aquatic activities with him, a consequence that she was sure he intended. Crimson flared in her cheeks, heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water she was encased in. Just as she was about to speak, anything to cut the gathering tension, Leonard's smile broadened and he spoke in his deep, rolling voice. "You were thinking of me today." And she'd thought that her face couldn't get any more red. His fingers drifted closer to her. Although she wanted to cover herself with her hands and arms, she also didn't want to allow him to win. The same reason she hadn't looked away from those fathomless black eyes yet, despite the disturbing red flares in their depths. He was so handsomely human except for those eyes. Doing her best not to move, she gripped the edges of the tub tighter as she stared back at him. "Why do you keep appearing when I'm bathing?" It was a distraction from his statement and they both knew it. A minor victory for him but not a major one. Leonard chuckled and moved his hand, Lyana jumped a little as his finger brushed against her nipple and silently cursed as she realized that the little bud was already ruched into a beaded point. "It's so... convenient," he drawled, sliding his hand over and cupping her breast. Lyana knew that her body was his to do with as he wished, promised to him in exchange for the black magic that he'd bestowed upon her, but that didn't mean she had to respond to him the way that she did. The trouble was, she couldn't figure out how to stop. She stifled a moan as he brushed his finger over her breast, her lips parting automatically as he leaned closer, a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite interpret. "You're already unclothed, ready for me to touch you however and wherever I wish, washing away the dirt of the day." His lips pressed very gently against hers as he caressed her breast and the air seemed to seize in Lyana's lungs as she realized that she wanted him to kiss her harder, more deeply. But he made no move to do so and she wouldn't allow herself to press back against his lips, to allow her actions to ask for it. Their lips barely touched as he gripped her breast more tightly, rubbing his thumb over the hard bud of her nipple in an extremely provocative manner that made her want to writhe. Beneath the surface of the water her leg muscles tightened, her thighs rubbing together with miniscule movements. When Leonard pulled away, relinquishing his grip on her breast, she wasn't sure whether or not she was relieved. The touch of his hand had awakened a throbbing need in her core that left her anxious and wanting, one that she wasn't sure she could satisfy without him. "What are you doing here?" she asked, to distract herself as much as because she was curious. Leonard just raised on arrogant eyebrow at her. "Because I wish to be." He seemed to consider his words. "I want to help you bathe." And he began to do just that. Lyana kept her hands on the edge of the tub, allowing him to wash her body with the bar of soap that he'd found without either protest or help. Each slick stroke of the soap against her skin seemed to heighten her need and she closed her eyes against Leonard's knowing gaze, ignoring his chuckle as she did so. She'd never known that being bathed could be quite so erotic, even his hands massaging her back seemed to awaken nerve endings elsewhere, making her tingle deliciously all over. When the soap stroked between her legs, rubbing over her slick, swollen flesh, it was all Lyana could do not to cry out. Her fingers tensed, her body arching beneath Leonard's touch and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see his expression as her body came alive for him. Fingers replaced soap, sliding between the folds of her pussy, feeling the slickness that had nothing to do with the liquid she was sitting in. The tip of his finger teased the entrance to her body and she moaned before she could stop herself. Then his hand was moving down her legs, leaving her uncompleted and squirming. Lyana opened her eyes to see that Leonard had moved down by her legs, his smile far too innocent to be anything but truly wicked as he began to wash her legs. Her body thrummed as he completed her bath, even gently washing her hair and massaging her scalp with talented fingers, draining the tension from her body. Under his ministrations it was all too easy to forget her troubles, her worries, even her goals seemed fleeting and insignificant. Her mind was fuzzing, but her body was coming alive with a vengeance. He helped her from the tub, holding her hand as if he was a gentleman helping her step down from a carriage, before he began drying her off with the provided towel... and his tongue. A long, flexible tongue that was obviously demonic and not at all human. It flicked water droplets from her breasts and stomach as he dried her hair and back, his hands rubbing down the curves of her sides with the towel. Every rasp of his tongue across her sensitive nipples made her knees feel weak and she put her hands on his shoulders to help support herself. Dropping the towel to the floor, his hands went between her legs, traveling up her thighs to cup her buttocks, spreading her legs apart so that she was forced to lean back and balance on the hands that were creating a kind of seat for her, completely relying on him to hold her. It was a maneuver that she doubted any true human male could duplicate for any real length of time, yet Leonard's muscled body didn't have a single tremor as he held her entire weight on his hands. For her own peace of mind, because she felt completely vulnerable and off balance, Lyana threaded her fingers through his dark, wavy locks of hair, gripping his head tightly. The position and her open legs spread her pussy open for him, like an offering. That impossibly long, thick tongue rubbed between her sensitive folds and she cried out, her fingers clenching tighter on his hair as her head fell back. The touch of his rough tongue sliding between her creamy flesh was inexpressibly intense, taking the kindling of her passion and setting it alight. Between her ivory thighs his dark head moved up and down, eagerly sucking and licking at her damp flesh, tasting her essence. Locked in place by his hands, Lyana could do nothing but moan and writhe as he feasted upon her. It was different from being pleasured by Kirra, the whore that she'd saved; Leonard's touch was rougher, more demanding, more potently masculine. Lyana's legs and toes curled as her back arched, her hips moving slightly even in his tight grip as she began to ride his lips. Something pressed inside of her, thick and long, much more flexible than his rigid cock, and she realized that he was fucking her with his tongue. The fleshy appendage wriggled inside of her, eliciting sensations that she'd never experienced before as it began to thrust like a cock, although with its own thrashing movements that a rigid erection would never be able to duplicate. Moaning, gasping, Lyana felt her will dissolving as she submitted to Leonard's oral assault, her resistance melting away as she gave herself over to the pleasure that he was creating, the need that was rising. As if he could sense her surrender, Leonard intensified his efforts, and Lyana made a high keening noise as a steady suction began on her clit, pulling and suckling the bundle of sensitive nerves. "Ooohh.... nooooooo...." She barely recognized herself in the breathless cry, the shocking discovery that she wanted him to continue, that if he stopped now she would beg him to put his mouth back on her and finish what he'd started. "Leonard!" The vortex of pleasure whirled and sucked her in, her gasping cries falling like raindrops in a storm that assaulted her senses and left her breathless. The burgeoning ecstasy flowed through her with every thrust of his tongue, every sucking of her clit as she writhed in his palms, overwhelmed by her passion. He laved attention over her, stroking her insides, feasting upon her with enthusiasm as she dripped cream into his mouth. Lyana rocked against his lips, her pussy convulsing around his tongue, which wriggled and flowed inside of her with every spasm of her inner walls, impossible to clamp down on. As the rolling waves of rapture began to subside, Leonard's tongue began to withdraw from her body and back into his mouth. The suction on her clit continued as she rode out the last tremors of her orgasm, her cries dwindling to soft mewlings as she helplessly quivered in his hands. Hungrily, his tongue lashed along her slit, drawing a last few shudders from her. While she was still dazed, still hazy from the sensuous pleasure, Leonard swept her up in his arms. Strangely, she felt rather safe there, nestled against his chest as he strode towards the bed. She didn't even think of struggling or resisting. Then he tossed her gently onto the bed and crawled after her, his arms and legs creating a fortress around her body; she saw the predatory look in his strange eyes and remembered fear again. Lowering his head to her nipple, he sucked the rosy bud into his mouth and bit down with teeth that were too sharp to be human. Fortunately he was gentle enough not to cause true pain, but he made her body dance that line as he rolled the tender flesh between his teeth, suckling it deeper into his mouth so that he could flick it with his tongue. Lyana whimpered and wriggled, reaching up to smooth her hands over the silky flesh of his shoulders, one hand curving around the back of his neck and tangling into his hair again. The smoothness of his skin was as unnatural as his eyes, the contours of his muscles shifting beneath her fingers. Lightening flashed through her body as he shifted, moving his mouth to her other nipple, leaving the abandoned one wet and swollen in the cool air. Despite the satisfaction he'd brought her with his tongue, Lyana found her hips rising again, surging upwards in search of something to press against as fire began to hum through her veins again. The sucking on her nipples fanned the flames, her legs spreading outwards until they were forced to stop by Leonard's, his own limbs a barrier keeping her tucked beneath him. As he continued to lave and tease her breasts with his mouth, her wriggling became more desperate, the burgeoning desire between her legs becoming more insistent. "Leonard..." She moaned his name, pleading in her tone. "What do you want, Lyana?" As he asked, his long tongue slid between her breasts and up to her neck, caressing the slim column with that agile appendage. Unlike a human he didn't need to move his head for such a maneuver and she shivered with both lust and a kind of revulsion at this inhuman display. It would be dangerous to forget that Leonard was a demon and did not have the same appetites or motivations that a human male would, and yet she constantly found herself in danger of doing so when he appeared in this form until he did something so completely unnatural that she was reminded. Folklore held that one should never beg or plead with a demon, because it would give the demon more power over you. But Leonard already had all the power in the world over Lyana, she'd offered him her body and her soul to with as he pleased and marked that bargain with a rite of passage that had brutally ravaged her of all three of her virginities. So she need not fear pleading with him, because there was no more power for him to take; he already had it all. "Touch me." As she spoke her hips lifted again, her back arching as she clung to him with her hands, her fingers digging into the flesh of his neck and shoulder. "Please..." "I am touching you." His tongue flicked across one of her budded nipples, making her moan as the spark of sensation further ignited her core without doing anything to quench her need. "More..." "Where?" His voice game out in a hiss and if she'd looked into his eyes she would have seen gleaming triumph in them. "Show me." Hesitantly the hand on his shoulder dropped down to her own body, her eyes closed as her cheeks flushed hot with shame and humiliation. But she skimmed her hand down over her body, down to the mounded thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs, and she moaned as she slid her fingers into the soft folds located there. Molten heat coated her fingers as she touched herself, she marveled at the copious amount of fluid that her body had produced, the strange sensation of her own fingers rubbing against her soft flesh. Then something hard and hot nudged against her folds and Lyana's eyes flew open as Leonard began to press his cock into her, between her fingers and the folds of her pussy. His eyes locked onto hers, freezing her the same way she had frozen the soldier just that morning, compelling her to look at him, so that he could see into her very soul as he penetrated her. Sucking in her breath, Lyana felt her legs automatically part further, widening her stance to accommodate the demon's impossibly thick cock. He felt huge against her hand, far too big to fit inside of her, and he yet pushed himself deeper with small, forceful thrusts. Panting, she could feel the wobbling rise and fall of her breasts as she stared up at her ravisher, his handsome face held the expression of a man in the utmost throes of pleasure, even as his eyes devoured her, demanding more. Between their bodies her hand rubbed, she couldn't stop herself from building upon the delicious sensations that his questing cock was creating inside of her as her body stretched, painfully but wonderfully. The feel of his velvety skin sliding against her slick walls, the hot length of his rod invading her core and splitting her open, was exquisite. The thrust of his hips shoved the plummy head deeper, making Lyana groan and writhe with her passion, glorying in this weight pressing down on her, his cock pressing between her fingers, shoving inside of her. "Mine," he whispered into her ear, exultation in every line of his body, echoing in his deep voice. "You're mine." Then his mouth was on hers, his hands pulled her arms above her head so that there was nothing between their groins as he shoved himself to the hilt, filling her completely. Lyana screamed in pained passion, her body spasming beneath his as she was stretched to her uttermost limits. The sound was muffled as his tongue thrust into her mouth, filling it as completely as his cock was filling her below. Like a second cock, his tongue was thick and smooth in her mouth, pressing down towards her throat as she undulated beneath him, rocking and pulling uselessly at his hands which were pressing her wrists into the bed. For a long moment she couldn't breath as his tongue thickened and lengthened inside of her mouth, pressing into her throat. Then it withdrew, although his lips remained fused to hers, his tongue acting as a second cock as it began to thrust, in time with his hips which drew his cock partway out of her before shoving in again. The combined assault made her dizzy, she sucked at his tongue, almost encouraging the strange assault upon her holes. There was nothing else she could do and she found she craved him inside of her, the taste of him filling her mouth, rolling smoothly against her own tongue, his cock stretching and pulling away before thrusting deep and splitting her open all over again. It felt almost like they might meet in the middle. Then, at the base of a powerful thrust, she felt something press against her asshole. Groaning, she struggled again as the insistent pressure continued, unable to stop this new assault. Slowly that small hole was pressed open, something slim and hard, gentle but unyielding, pressing into that sensitive area. The sensation of being filled in all three holes simultaneously was overwhelming, especially as the cock in her asshole seemed to grow larger with every thrust, slowly spreading her third hole open in a manner that brought her to the edge of pain but didn't send her tumbling off of the cliff. Lyana gave herself over to the demon entirely, lost in her lust, in the sensations rioting through her body, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to pump harder above her, spearing both of her holes as his hips drove forward, his tongue thrusting at the same time so that she was filled and emptied simultaneously. It was heaven and hell, so much pleasure that it was almost agonizing, and yet every new delicious sensation drew her back a bit from that climax that she so desperately needed as her body took the time to adjust to the newest assault. Her legs urged him onwards, pulling at him with each thrust, as her fingers flexed, hands trapped on either side of her head as he plundered her ruthlessly. Witch Ch. 03 Being filled so completely brought back to mind the original rites which he'd used to bind her to him, taking each of her holes in turn. This felt even more irrevocable, as if he was eliciting and securing another promise from her, another agreement. The cock in her ass swelled larger, as did his tongue in her mouth, growing almost as large as the one which was ravaging her pussy and she felt absolutely filled to the brim with demon flesh. Lyana almost sobbed as the rhythmic pounding increased in tempo, taking her harder and faster, riding her forcefully and fulfilling every craving that she hadn't known she had. The throbbing in her lower body coalesced and burst outward, shattering her completely and she screamed around the thrusting meat in her mouth, opening her throat fully as it slid further into her, her throat muscles vibrating around it. She convulsed, her airway instinctively closing and reopening the way to her stomach, and that was when whatever was in her mouth throbbed and gushed, hot fluid pouring out and directly down her gullet. Lyana thrashed, her throat muscles working as she swallowed, her body on fire with the roiling ecstasy that had completely taken over her senses. Each dragging thrust of Leonard's cock pushed her higher, sending fiery bursts of rapture exploding all throughout her body. Above her, he stiffened and impaled her convulsing body with his rampant rods, her legs tightening around his waist as she clenched around him, her holes sucking at him the way her throat was sucking down the copious amount of hot fluid that he was pouring into her stomach. The cocks in her pussy and ass swelled and pulsed, shooting jets of viscous cream that coated her insides, scalded her with its heat, and filled every crevice of her tunnels with his essence. She was drowning in it, her insides bathing in it, and the tumultuous sexual exaltation that came with it buffeted her like a leaf in a gale wind. The obstruction to her airway shrank and pulled back, leaving her gasping for breath with swollen lips as he kissed the sides of her neck, her whimpers seeming sharp and loud after all the muffled sounds she'd made, as Leonard rocked his body against hers, his arms under her shoulders now so that she could wrap her own arms around his neck. The hard rods of his cocks made sloppy wet sounds as he slid them back and forth in her cream filled holes, extending the last aftershocks of pleasure for them both. Lyana clung to him as he slowly shrank inside of her, feeling as though the axis of her reality had shifted. Nothing he had done to her, with her, before had prepared her for this encounter. It was fraught with passion that she'd never guessed at, had driven her to a submission she'd never known, and she almost felt as though he was trying to tell her something. His lips brushed over hers, drawing her attention away from her thoughts and back to him. "Did you like it?" he murmured, peering into her eyes. A small shudder of remembered pleasure went through her as he shifted between her legs, still inside of her but just barely. With him looking at her like that she didn't even think of lying. "Yes." "It could be like this always." She didn't understand what he meant and she didn't have time to ask before he caught her lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. "Make the right decision Lyana." And then he was gone. Not gone as in a puff of smoke or a flash of light or even a gust of air... he was just quite simply gone, his weight no longer pressing her down, his arms no longer about her, and her lower holes felt quite suddenly empty. Although they weren't. She could feel the liquid that began seeping from her, coating the tops of her thighs. Looking down between her legs she shivered a little as she stared at the shimmering dark grey droplets that were on her thighs, the small puddle that had formed on the bed beneath her. As she moved her stomach sloshed a little, reminding her of how much of his essence she'd drank. For what purpose? And what had he meant? What decision? She'd never been so confused in her life, and she just about screamed in frustration when she glanced outside and realized that she didn't have time to ponder. The sun was going down and she needed to get to the palace. ***** The men she was after were spread out around in the palace and the area around it, although the main bulk of them were in what looked like barracks. There were a lot of other soldiers in the barracks as well though, so she decided to stay away from there for the moment and scout out more information. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to be invisible, and shivered as a cold chill settled over her. Looking down, she couldn't see anything of her body. A rather unsettling experience, but at least she knew that the spell had worked. Darkness was falling and the majority of the court was at dinner. Lyana prowled the outskirts of the nobles, listening to their conversations and doing her best to stay out of the way of the servants, since they couldn't see her. She definitely didn't want to cause any trouble by having one of them trip over one of her invisible body parts. Fortunately doing both of these things took a lot of her concentration so that she wasn't distracted by thoughts of Leonard and trying to interpret what he had meant by her decision... or why their encounter had felt almost like he'd branded her with the fluid that he'd left inside of her. "Well it seems as though the young Prince has finally proved to his father that he can control himself." A sardonic voice caught Lyana's attention and she drifted closer. Two older noblewoman, both with fine white hair and a myriad of wrinkles on their haughty faces, were leaning together talking and she had just happened to be passing by them at the right time to hear one of them make the comment. They were both dressed in fine silks, one in sapphire blue and the other in a rich dark red, in the very latest fashion for women of their stature and age. Those around them were carrying on their own conversations, leaving the two older women to their own devices. The one in red made a 'hmmph'ing sound. "It's about time. I thought the King was going to have to behead his own son if he didn't start to reign in his excesses!" Both of the ladies looked up to the center dais where the royal family was seated. All three sons of the king were handsome men, properly attired, and dancing attendance on the women seated next to them. If Lyana hadn't had her own mystical connection to the raiders, she would have never known which of the Princes was the one who had lead the attack on her village; they all looked so noble and innocent of any kind of wrong doing. "Well sending him to hunt down a spy put his instincts and talents to good use," the woman in blue said. She took a sip of her wine, nodding her white head sagely. "My maid spoke with one of his soldiers, apparently they managed to hunt the traitor down and assassinate him, with none the wiser." "Good," said the lady in red. "We don't need another diplomatic incident." Their talk turned to other things and Lyana drifted away, stifling the shock she felt. The Prince must have somehow convinced his troops to lie, to all say that they had done nothing more than rid the world of a spy and traitor. He was also the main topic of conversation tonight, and while few were quite as outspokenly honest as the two old ladies, who probably had very little to fear considering their status and age, she was soon able to overhear enough conversations to know that everyone thought the same thing. The Prince was a reckless young man with a dark reputation who had undertaken the mission to prove himself; he was known for brutality and was the black sheep of the family. The King had been on the verge of having to take action when the Prince had convinced his father to allow him to try and redeem himself on the mission. Lyana had originally assumed that no one here would care what had happened to Werth, since it was not part of their Kingdom, but from the conversations she overheard she quickly realized that they certainly would have cared. The kind of actions that the Prince had taken could lead to war, it was one of the reasons he'd been given such a large troop to go with him to hunt down a traitor; not just for their skills and experience or for protection, but also to provide plenty of witnesses. But somehow he'd suborned them and they'd lied for him. Or maybe they'd been frightened of being punished for their own actions once they'd gone as far as they had under his leadership. And tomorrow afternoon they were all supposed to be reporting on their glorious mission before the court; their success which was supposed to redeem the Prince in the eyes of his father, his older brothers and the people. That all too familiar rage filled Lyana but she forced herself to leave the hall where the nobles and royals were feasting, practically running. As much as she wanted to kill the Prince immediately and revenge her people, she felt like that wouldn't be enough. He would die a hero, everyone was already impressed with his apparent turn around, his new character, and his successfully completed mission. Just death wasn't enough. These people needed to know who he really was. Engulfed with her anger, Lyana instinctively followed her magical line down to the closest soldiers that she was hunting for. Two of them together, just outside the entrance to the palace. They were sitting on some crates in an alley, laughing drunkenly with each other. As soon as she saw them her vision went red. She recognized them. Both of them. They'd been two of the group that had raped and beaten her sister to death. One of them had half strangled Bryanne when he took his turn, while Lyana had stood and watched, helpless. Thrusting out both of her hands, Lyana let the fires of her rage become a reality. Both men choked on screams as the intense heat filled their lungs, scorching their insides so that they couldn't even draw breath to cry out as they were burned from the inside out. The anger rushed out of her, filling them, wracking them with pain as their innards melted and their skin flickered with the contained conflagration. They collapsed, eyes filled with confusion, panic and extreme agony. Lyana held the flames on them until their outsides caught fire as well, burning them down to nothing more than two tiny piles of ash. It was only then that sense returned to her, almost as if her anger had burned out along with the flames she'd used on them. Turning quickly, she looked around, but it had taken such a short time and had been handled so quietly that no one was peering into the alley. Relief made her shoulders sag as she quickly hurried away from the scene, feeling very much like a criminal. She told herself that her vengeance was the important thing, but she couldn't help but feel a little sick as she remembered the look on their faces, the pain, the anguish. Things that she thought she would glory in, but instead they just made her feel dirty. Nauseated, she decided to go back to her room at the inn. She needed time and quiet to think. ******* Lying in bed, Lyana tried to assimilate all the events of the day. Time since the attack on her village seemed to have passed all too quickly. Part of that was her shortened traveling time. She didn't have as much time in between major events in her life, between the killings. She hadn't taken any time to just slow down and think. Yes she wanted her vengeance, but she didn't want the Prince to die without people knowing what he truly was. Who he truly was. What he had done. She realized that vengeance wasn't quite enough for her, she also wanted some justice. If people remembered him in a positive light, if they didn't know his crimes, then she wouldn't be satisfied. And she had found out the hard way that killing didn't quite agree with her. It made her sick to her stomach, even if she thought the men deserved it. The torment that she put them through seemed only fair... and yet afterwards she felt like the soiled one. At least she wasn't killing innocents, not like them, but at the same time she couldn't feel good about what she was doing. This morning she had felt good. She had felt like an avenging angel of fury. The punishment that she'd devised for the retired soldier had been fitting. Satisfying in a way that the other soldier's deaths hadn't. And then, of course, there was the conundrum of Leonard. But she didn't have time to ponder him, because the second she thought his name reality jerked, squeezing her tightly as her arms wrenched, and she screamed with the pain in her shoulders as she was bowed backwards. The suddenness of the attack, the shock, all contributed to the fear and the pain that was suddenly being visited upon her. Lyana blinked through tears as she tried to tug on her arms, to pull them back into a position that didn't strain her shoulders so badly. Leonard was standing in front of her, not in his guise as a handsome almost-human, but in his full demonic glory. The flicking reddish yellow light in the room had no power against the dark gloss of his skin, his hard body drank in the light as he towered over her, a black pit of despair with flaming red eyes. He was the only thing that she could see clearly, despite the flickering candlelight around them, it was as if he was the only thing that was real in this space. Looking around she could see nothing but candlelight and darkness and Leonard. Despite the fact that the strangeness of their surroundings made everything seem less real, it was not comforting. "You still have not learned," he growled through sharp teeth, his tongue flicking out menacingly. Fire sparked in his eyes, an angry red glow that made him appear even more threatening than she'd ever seen him before - no easy feat. Lyana stared up at him, voice caught in her throat by the knowledge that he seemed truly enraged and something more... disappointed in her? "I know I must be punished," she replied, forcing herself to talk, unsure of what would placate him. Was it not enough that she went willingly to be punished? That she understood that what she was doing was wrong? She had made her choice and she accepted the consequences for that. "I understand why." "You understand nothing," he snarled, his hand raising and slapping her breast so hard that for a moment she thought he must have torn it from her chest. Burning pain lanced through her. "Think about why you must be punished, stupid girl, and why you continue to court it." Then he put his hand to her mouth, a look of disgust on his face as he shoved something between her lips, effectively gagging her. Lyana squirmed and tried to spit it out, but found herself unable to do so. It was an uncomfortable gag, long like a cock, just long enough to prod at the back of her throat and make her feeling like gagging. Leonard gave her a hard look. "I find I do not care to hear your pleas tonight, stupid girl." Frustrated, Lyana glared at him, trying to ignore the steady ache in her shoulders. He had her hands secured above her head but in such a way that her body was arched backwards, putting quite a bit of her weight onto her wrists, and it already hurt. If he hadn't gagged her she would have demanded more answers from him. Especially as to why he was calling her a stupid girl. She wasn't! She understood what was going on! With quick strokes of his claws, Leonard ripped her clothing from her body, careless enough with the swipes of his hands that he left long, stinging scratch marks across her delicate skin. Her small yelps were completely muffled by whatever was in her mouth, her teeth clenching down on it as she tried not to make too much noise. Leonard didn't seem to have the same control that he had in the past, his dark looks and glares making her feel distinctly fearful. The punishments he'd doled out before had been truly awful, but during them he'd been methodical, contained... now it was like being presented on a silver platter to a particularly hungry lion. A hungry, ANGRY lion. Stretched out and helpless, she could only wait for whatever he wanted to do next. His dark hands enveloped her breasts, claws digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and Lyana screamed and twisted, trying to get away from his brutal touch. Not only did his claws pierce her skin, causing rivulets of blood to being to trickle over her cream stomach, but his hands were so ice cold that they nearly burned. Her nipples ached with it as the hard buds were rubbed against his frigid palms, his piercing claws like shards of glass or icicles as they slid into her skin. Kneading her breasts between his hands, his head lowered so that he could lick the blood from her stomach with wet slurping sounds, further horrifying Lyana as his hot tongue slithered across her body, contrasting with the icy grip he had on her breasts. When he finally released the mauled mounds they were covered with goose flesh, outlined with the indentations of his claw marks, which continued to weakly trickle with blood. The red liquid was smeared across her stomach. Staring directly into her eyes, Leonard licked his lips, allowing her to see the dark glistening of her essence on his tongue. Lyana moaned deep in her throat. This punishment was going to be worse than all the others, she could already tell. A long piece of cloth appeared in his hands, several yards long and dark red. He began to wrap it around her breasts at the base, almost as if he was binding her wounds, except that he was pulling the cloth far too tight for just a simple binding. Lyana panted to breathe, her chest beginning to ache as he tightly bound her breasts together, occasionally wrapping the strip of cloth around her back or neck. Although it had only looked several yards long when he started it didn't run out until he was satisfied with the way her breasts were restrained. They stood out straight in front of her, their color starting to darken as the blood flow was restricted by the bindings. Lyana stared down at them, horrified. They looked like big water jugs, her nipples standing full and distended at their ends. When she looked back up at Leonard, his eyes were still focused on her breasts and he was lifting each of his hands, silver glinting at his fingertips. She tried to move away, almost frantic as he came closer to her nipples, but she was frozen by his will, unable to twist or even squirm. The jaws of the clamps bit down onto her tender nipples, still not completely healed from their punishment the night before. These clamps had teeth and Lyana screamed as they closed down on her sensitive nubs, it felt like they were about to be torn from her chest. Now that they were firmly secured onto her body her frozen state ceased and she shook and writhed as she tried to shake them off, to overcome the pain. Tears were running down her cheeks by the time her body slumped, giving in to the pain as her instincts realized that struggling was useless. Leonard stood in front of her, still watching, a heavy whip in his hands. It had multiple strands of leather hanging down, each strand a foot and a half long. As she stared at him pleadingly, she felt whatever was behind her, supporting her, disappear at the same time her legs began to be pulled apart and upwards. Now she was hanging by her wrists, her shoulders less strained as the extreme position forced upon her was no longer in effect and her breasts were now not quite as thrust out, but it hurt her arms just the same. The bands encasing her ankles raised, keeping her legs slightly in front of her but spreading them wide open. Fear shuddered through her at her exposed position, but instead of starting at the obvious point, Leonard circled around behind her. Heightening the anticipation because Lyana was sure that her front was not going to go unattended. Witch Ch. 03 The whip slammed into her back, the ends whipping around her body to smack into her bloated breasts, pain richoting through her from every direction as she screamed and began to struggle again. The whip pulled back and then came down around again, the same way but around to the other side of her body, punishing that bound breast. With every strike the ends of the whip wrapped around her body, hitting her stomach, her breasts. The worst hits had the ends snapping against her clamped nipples. It felt like her breasts were going to explode they hurt so much, they felt so swollen, as he beat her, turning her back a dark red. Then he began on her ass, hitting her from underneath so that the ends of the whip snapped into her thighs and pussy. Her sensitive folds screamed with pain every time the merciless whip snapped against them, sending her writhing and struggling despite the tiredness of her muscles. It hurt too much to do anything else. Each snap of the whip left her breathless, screaming until she felt like her lungs might give out. Her body tingled all over, her nerves alive and on fire, flaring when whipped. When Leonard walked back in front of her, her tears were dripping down onto her breasts, coating them with liquid. His long tongue flicked out and supped at her despair, pain flaring as it lashed her bound breasts which had turned dark red, streaked with darker welts of purple where the whip had hit her. Smiling cruelly he made a gesture and the bindings on her breasts disappeared. The sudden rush of blood back into her chest propelled another scream from Lyana's raw throat. The nerves in her skin came alive once more, blossoming with agony, even more so as her nipples tried to swell further between the biting clamps, the teeth digging in harder. As she struggled through the pain, she dimly realized that she was now lying down on her back. Her arms were still secured above her head, her legs still spread wide open and tilted upwards, but she was no longer handing. The strain on her shoulders and wrists had eased, although she didn't take that as indicating any hope of leniency. In fact it just made her feel more anxious; like Leonard wanted her to truly be able to focus on this next round of torment without being distracted by small pains. Tracing a claw around the middle of her right thigh, just hard enough to pierce the skin a little, Leonard smiled at her as a cuff appeared around that ivory column before he repeated the gesture on the other side. There were little ringlets on the thigh cuffs and Lyana didn't even try to imagine what those might be for. She didn't want to. Not that she would have had long to wait for an answer. With a sadistic gleam in his eye, Leonard showed her the new clamps he held in his hand. They were much bigger - longer - than the ones currently attached to her nipples, with the same little row of biting teeth. Considering that he was standing between her legs, it only took Lyana a moment to figure out where he meant to put them on her helpless body, although her mind tried to reject the supposition as too horrible to be correct. Unfortunately it was all too accurate. The second the clamps bit down on her pussy lips her entire body tightened with the pain. She couldn't writhe, she couldn't scream, she could MOVE it hurt so much; as if the pain had overtaken her control over her muscles and frozen it. A slight tugging sensation had her screaming herself hoarse only seconds later. In self-preservation she didn't move too much, her lower body was too encompassed by searing agony. He had attached the clamps to the bindings on her thighs with delicate little chains, tugging at her pussy lips and holding them open. Her sensitive pink flesh was now totally exposed and completely unprotected; her delicate outer shell brutally clamped and yanked apart. The bindings holding her ankles tipped them further into the air, tilting her hips so that her forcibly opened pussy was easily accessed. Leonard reached out a hand and a flickering candle appeared in it, fat and made of blood red wax. Watching her face, he held the candle over her and tipped it. Wax pooled and spilled, falling through the air onto her stomach, searing the sensitive skin. Lyana moaned wretchedly, too far gone to scream... her nipples were throbbing with excruciating pain, her pussy was on fire, the wax burned but added to the other sensations it was no longer a screaming matter. Leonard had already taken her beyond that point. A line of fire dripped upwards towards her breast, circling around one tortured nipple and Lyana sobbed with no expectation of relief. Leaning over, Leonard opened the clamp and removed it. Her body thrashed in distress as blood returned to the tiny bud, pin pricks of the liquid appearing where the sharp teeth had broken her tender skin. The demon leaned over her body and sucked her swollen nipple into his mouth, his tongue unerringly finding the bloody notches in her skin, as he dripped more fiery wax onto her other breast. As his mouth suckled at her bloody nipple she felt a strange rising of desire. It wasn't true desire, not her desires, but a forced enjoyment of the erotic torture he was subjecting her to, a way of tormenting her mind as well as her body. Lyana did not want to enjoy what was happening to her; it was degrading, awful, humiliating. Enjoying it on any level made her feel wretched. But his tongue laved over her nipple, sucked at her blood, and sent a coursing passion through that tender bud straight to her core. Even as she cried out, sobbing her pain as he removed the other clamp, the new sensations of sensual heat didn't dissipate. Instead they only grew stronger with each sucking pull on her brutalized nipple, each drop of wax splashing onto her breast. Heat seared the overworked buds as he dripped hot wax onto each of them in turn, leaving Lyana hoarse and panting, her breasts heaving beneath a casing of wax. Her body burned, in more ways than one. Standing upright, Leonard gave Lyana a cruel grin as he tipped the candle and began to pour hot wax directly onto the open and exposed folds of her inner pussy lips. Her body jerked and thrashed as she tried to scream, hoarse noises gurgling from her gagged mouth. The completely unprotected state of her most sensitive parts made the punishment savagely harsh, but Leonard was absolutely pitiless. He gave her scant moments between dropping more wax, burning her nerves, pain flaring between her legs. By the time her pink lips were coated in red wax, she felt almost numb beneath the covering. The heat was fading, but her pussy still felt roasted. Leonard peeled the wax off and began to swirl one finger around her folds, slickening them artificially with the desire that he'd created in her loins. "You need to learn your lesson," he said firmly. There was something else in his voice though, almost as if he was convincing himself that this was what he needed to do. Lyana looked at him, exhausted and dully confused by the strange tone he'd used. The way that he looked back at her was regretful. "I wish you hadn't made me do this." One thick finger pushed into her pussy and Lyana closed her eyes. It felt good probing inside of her and her body welcomed this new sensation. Welcomed the minor surcease from pain. Although her entire body ached, she focused on the pleasurable sensation of his finger pushing back and forth inside of her well-oiled tunnel, fucking her almost gently. Then a second finger was added, stretching her tight walls and Lyana moaned with the sensation, a much happier moan than she'd uttered all night. Was it too much to hope than her punishment was over? But then why had Leonard seemed so regretful? The probing digits pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back in, stretching her even more fully as a third finger had joined the other two. The fullness of the sensation verged on painful and Lyana groaned, writhing a little. This kind of pain mingled well with the pleasure that Leonard had started to build inside of her. But then he added a fourth and Lyana's body tensed as she felt all four fingers trying to slide inside of her. "Relax, it will go easier for you." The implacability in Leonard's voice was no reassuring, but Lyana didn't have the energy to keep up a prolonged resistance. Her muscles fell lax and his fingers pushed forward, his large hand sliding inside of her. Not easily, no, not at all easily, but Lyana couldn't actively fight him. Each forward thrust of his hand pushed her farther open, her squirming and guttural moans ignored as he worked the broadest point of his hand into her tunnel. After that, it was almost easy to slid in the rest of his hand up to his wrist. Lyana couldn't believe how stretched she was, how painfully tight around his hand. Strange fluttering movements inside of her alerted her to his wriggling fingers and she bit down harder onto the gag in her mouth, body arching as he curled his hand into a ball. And then he moved, rubbing his fist back and forth along her walls, pushing deeper as she screamed and wailed, her inner muscles no match for his strong forearm. It spread her open, punching deep inside of her, her pussy forced to stretch wider and wider over the muscles of his arm. The brutal fisting rocked her foundations. She'd never even suspected that such a thing was possible. The physical distress of her body was no match for the insidious nature of Leonard's spell on her however. The passion he'd created in her flared and burst in a blaze of light and exquisite pain, her inner muscles sucking at his arm as she climaxed, completely out of control. He continued fucking her with his fist, the wet sucking sound echoing in her ears along with her muted cries of orgasm, the tears that trickled down her cheeks a result of the intensity of her climax and her despair at her body's betrayal. She was nearly insensible by the time Leonard removed his fist from her womb, leaving her pussy gaping. The removal of the clamps on her pussy lips caused her to flop like a fish in her restraints, but she barely registered the pain. When Leonard laid her down into her bed, healed just enough to ensure that she would awake the next morning, his harshly growled whisper followed her down into the darkness. "Don't forget your lesson, stupid girl. Make the right decision." Witch Ch. 04 Author's note: This was a story that I started and only wrote two chapters for before taking a writing break that lasted years. I'm thrilled to finally be able to offer up a conclusion to this story, which I believe is at least close to the plot that I had originally planned for Leonard and Lyana. Writing fantasy is not my forte, especially a demon story that needs more backstory on how demons live their lives, but I'm pretty happy with what I've come up with. Are there some things that are a bit unexplained? Well... yes. But that's what imagination is for. My purpose was to explore Leonard & Lyana's relationship, not to explain my vision of demonology / morality / etc. I've enjoyed that exploration and the conclusion to Leonard & Lyana's story and I hope you do too. *********** She woke up on fire. Every part of her body screamed with pain. With a low moan through a throat that was scraped entirely to raw, Lyana peered at the window in her bedroom at the inn. It was still dark out. She'd woken up not because she'd gotten enough rest, but because her exhaustion was no longer greater than the pain she was in. Whimpering as her muscles twinged, Lyana didn't move an inch as she closed her eyes and let her will work magic on her body. Although some part of her brain felt as if her magic worked better with gestures, all it actually took was her desires, her will. And right now she was too battered, to wretched to make any kind of movements. Her shoulder muscles had been strained, her wrists and ankles ached from the bindings that had been on them, and every inch of her skin on her back, stomach, breasts, buttocks and thighs was on fire. Between her legs felt like a sad mess, from the clamps, the wax and finally Leonard's fist brutally stretching her to her utter limit. The climax that he had forced on her had been ruthless and not something that had been for pleasure. In fact, the lingering pain from the way her muscles had tightened around his unyielding fist and arm seemed to have only increased the aching aftermath of the sexual torture. Desperately willing her magic to heal her, she felt only a little bit of soothing. The strain in her shoulders disappeared completely. The pain from the whipping seemed to mostly fade, her back and stomach feeling almost completely normal, although her stomach still felt a little burned, probably from the aftermath of the wax. Her breasts still ached, but she no longer half-wished that her nipples would fall off because it might hurt less if they did. They still throbbed but it was bearable. The damage between her legs was still the worst. When she moved her legs she hissed as her thighs brushed against the tender outer lips of her pussy. Grabbing a pillow, she gently maneuvered it between her knees to help keep her legs apart as she lay on her side. Another pillow cradled against her stomach and chest helped to soothe the burn with the cool fabric of its surface. No longer completely overwhelmed by pain, Lyana found that sleep quickly stole over her again. ****** Unfortunately when Lyana woke up again a few hours later she wasn't able to do much else to minimize the damage. Although she could move around and walk, it hurt. Running was probably out of the question. Healing damage done by Leonard's punishments never worked quite the way she hoped. There was no way to forget that she had been punished, and she had to admit that it made her extremely reluctant to earn more. More than extremely reluctant. Just the idea of going out and killing the rest of the troop that had slaughtered her village was becoming almost untenable. Pursing her lips, Lyana hobbled to the door and asked a maid in the hall to have breakfast sent to her room. She needed peace and quiet to think. Going forward to wreaking more vengeance and garnering more punishment... the idea made her want to weep. But she couldn't turn her back on her people's memory. She'd vowed to avenge them. And Leonard thought that she had some kind of decision to make. Last night he had seemed enraged. As if what he was doing was more than punishment, it was to teach her some kind of lesson. Before she had thought that there had been no consideration for her, no gentleness during her previous punishments with him, after last night she wasn't so sure. It had been so much worse than before. The idea that a punishment could be even more devastating... And her soul was his for eternity. A rather tattered soul at this point. Stained with blood, torture and murder. Her innocence had been lost, and not just physically. The knocking at the bedroom door startled her out of her reverie and she opened it to admit the maid, carrying a tray full of food. It smelled heavenly and Lyana realized she was ravenous. Not all that surprising considering the exertion she'd been put through last night. Thanking the maid, she let her back out of the door and sat down to eat her breakfast, her thoughts turning to the Prince and the rest of the troop that she had yet to revenge herself upon. Considering the poor condition of her body currently, she wasn't sure that she could bear doing anything about them today and then having to endure more punishment tonight. That was something she was set on. Yet allowing the Prince to be adored by the Court and hailed by his royal father seemed unconscionable. Infuriating. Which was worse, the anger and torment that knowing he was being lauded as a reformed man, a hero, or the inevitable punishment that Leonard would wreak upon her? Of course, killing him now might not do what she wanted it to either. Sighing, Lyana pushed the last of her breakfast around the plate, feeling her appetite slowly dissolving as she wearily considered her options. Every day it was becoming harder to continue the pursuit of her goals. But if she walked away now, she'd feel even worse about herself. The soldier from yesterday morning came into her mind. The one she had let live, under conditions that she felt were appropriate payback for his part in her village's fate. Perhaps there was something she could learn from that encounter. ******* That afternoon the entire court gathered in the largest room that the King had available, standing closest to the raised portion at the front of the room. Towards the back the townspeople lucky enough to find a space had packed themselves in, wanting to hear about the Prince's journey to catch the spy and execute him. Gossip had spread all through the palace and all over town. Lyana was among those in the back, with a little judicious use of magic she'd managed to create a space for herself, blending in with the crowd. The dais at the front was quite far away, but the hall had wonderful acoustics, those around her were chattering with excitement and reassuring their neighbors that they'd be able to hear every word. That afternoon the entire court gathered in the largest room that the King had available, standing closest to the raised portion at the front of the room. Towards the back the townspeople lucky enough to find a space had packed themselves in, wanting to hear about the Prince's journey to catch the spy and execute him. Gossip had spread all through the palace and all over town. Lyana was among those in the back, with a little judicious use of magic she'd managed to create a space for herself, blending in with the crowd. The dais at the front was quite far away, but the hall had wonderful acoustics, those around her were chattering with excitement and reassuring their neighbors that they'd be able to hear every word. Throughout the day Lyana's body had slowly healed, thankfully, so that she no longer felt like she was hobbling when she walked. Areas were still... sore... but not overwhelmingly so and she was careful to use her magic to help her from being crushed by the mass of people surrounding her. A small smile played upon her lips as she considered the drama that was about to be played out. The Prince marched in and stood at the head of a selection of his troop, all of them standing stiffly at attention. A moment later trumpets blared and the King and his Heir entered and sat. The King's throne was at the center of the dais, the Heir's on his right hand. They all certainly looked splendid up there, everything a royal family should be. But one of them was a snake in the grass. Lyana was fairly sure it was just one of them at any rate, considering everything she'd gleaned about the current King and Heir. But she'd know for sure after today. The waiting seemed interminable, the crowd buzzing around her, as one of the officials stepped up to the center of the dais and began a long speech, basically describing the greatness of the country and King and the treachery of the spy that the Prince had been sent to hunt down. Apparently he'd worked his way up to a rather important level in their government before being discovered and then had managed to escape. There was no mention of the fact that the Prince had been sent to track him down in order to redeem himself because of his own nefarious activities, instead the official quickly moved on to declaring the Prince a national hero who had redeemed the country's honor by bringing the traitor to justice. Then he bowed to the King, the Heir and the Prince and announced that they would be hearing from the Princes' men to tell of their glorious mission. Lyana felt her heart begin to race. This is what she had been waiting for. When she'd hunted down the first of the men this morning she'd spent time questioning him before making any final decisions on the rather hazy plan she'd had in her mind. It hadn't taken that cloudy concept very long to solidify. "Colonel Noel Fair, please tell us in your own words, of the mission you undertook with the Prince," the official said, gesturing grandly as he stepped back, allowing the soldier to step forward. The man stood proudly in the dais and began to recount their journey, from the travels all the way up to finding a trail that they believed the traitor had left, into the neighboring country and ending at the village of Werth. His voice was loud, projecting into every cranny of the room. The majority of the people had fallen silent to listen to this first witnessing and there were no voices to compete with his. A look of confusion came onto the man's face and he shot a frantic look at the Prince as his words began to spill from his mouth. "We were not sure where in the village the traitor had gone and so the Prince entered the first house we found, I and Captain Williams went with him. When they could not give us any information the Prince began to beat the man's wife and then he ordered us to hold his husband while he took her and put her on the table, flipping up her skirts -" The room exploded with sound, people shouting in shock as the Colonel continued to recount his story, his voice getting higher and louder, trying to be heard over the room. Inside, Lyana silently laughed with triumph at the look of horror on the King and Heir's faces, the rage on the Prince's, the shock on the fellow soldiers. Colonel Fair continued to speak, phrases and words slicing through the din of noise, thanks to his place on the dais where the acoustics worked the best, recounting the destruction of her village in thorough detail. The Prince began shouting to have Colonel Fair removed... The office who had introduced him finally shook himself out of his shock and horror and gestured hurriedly to some guards, who dragged the Colonel from the dais and out of the room. The Colonel continued to shout his experiences - the geas that Lyana had put on him would require him to tell every last detail before he would be able to fall silent. She wondered how the guards who were dragging him away would enjoy hearing the recounting of the Prince's troops' crimes. The official watched the Colonel go before standing at the center and waving his hands wildly for silence. His face as pale and pasty looking, in stark contrast to the purpling red of the enraged Prince's. "He's a liar! That man lied! He's another traitor!" The Prince shouted, before the official could say anything. An uneasy murmur went throughout the room. No one wanted to say anything too loudly, but it was obvious that the majority of the people in the room knew of the rumors of the Prince's ill conduct before he had left on his mission. Lyana pushed her fierce grin down behind a faked expression of confusion, not wanting anyone near her to see how much she was enjoying herself. The King gave his son a measuring look and the Prince stood straighter, throwing his shoulders back and thrusting his chest out as if he could claim veracity based on nothing more than his bearing. "Ask him," the Prince said regally, pointing to another man under his command. The official running the show gave his King a wary look, the King nodded his head and the official gestured to the man that the Prince had indicated. "Step forward please, Captain Williams, and tell us in your own words whether or not Colonel Fair spoke the truth about the actions taken at the village of Werth." The Captain stepped forward, his face shuttered of all expression. Lyana wondered if he might choose to speak the truth even if he had a choice. Unfortunately for the Prince, he didn't. "It happened exactly as Colonel Fair stated-" Captain Williams began and the room exploded into sound again as the Prince began ranting - red faced and furious - the gathered crowd growling with anger that Lyana was gratified to see. Through the din, more choice words and phrases came through. "Raped," "Murdered," "None left alive." Upon his throne the King watched the proceedings with a completely blank expression, he hadn't moved a single muscle since the proceedings had begun. His eldest son, the heir, was looking rather pale and he kept glancing at another man standing nearby the throne, a man who was looking angrier by the minute - the Ambassador from Lyana's home country. This was becoming more than just an upset for the Prince, it was well on its way to becoming a diplomatic travesty. Considering the public venue and the ambassador, there was no way that the Prince was going to be allowed to get away with his crimes. Like the Colonel, Captain Williams was dragged away, still reciting his crimes. The other soldiers standing by the Prince were shifting nervously, guilt writ large across their faces. Finally the Heir stood, the room falling silent as he faced his brother. There was a palpable rage in the room, they had come to see their Prince redeemed and he was standing before them as a criminal. "Speak the truth, brother," said the Heir, his voice low and yet it echoed through all the corners of the room. "Are you responsible for these crimes?" "YES!" the Prince shouted, and then blanched with horror as he realized what he had said. It only took him a moment to recover his wits, however. "And what of it? They were nothing but peasants, not even OUR peasants!" The enraged crowed roared and made a movement forward, as if to attack the dais, and the King stood. It was only the deep respect that the people had for their King, who was a good King, that set them back, the roar dying down to a murmur. However, it would have been obvious to a blind man that the people would not tolerate any excuses made on the Prince's behalf. Too many people had suffered by his hand within their own country, and no one wanted war. Except perhaps the Prince. "Take him into custody." The King's voice was deep, heavy, and for a moment Lyana's heart ached for him. But he had chosen to turn a blind eye to what his son had become, he had chosen to give his son men to do his will, and this was what came of it. The King nodded at the Ambassador, ignoring his son's screams of rage and protests. "He is yours. His men will be dealt with." The King left the dais, his shoulders bowed with grief as the Ambassador gestured at the guards who had bound the Prince's hands. A sacrifice to prevent war. "Are you satisfied?" asked a deep voice in Lyana's ear, hands settling onto her shoulders despite the spell that she'd put in place to keep her from being touched by those around her. Turning, Lyana tilted her head back to look up into Leonard's strange eyes. The red fire that burned in his strangely black orbs seemed gentler somehow, more like a hearth fire that one might settle next to for warmth rather than the blazing inferno that she'd glimpsed so many other times before. All around them the crowd was still moving, swirling as the gathered people chattered excitedly to each other, the Official standing at the front of the dais and frantically trying to gain back attention, but it was as if Lyana and Leonard were in their own little bubble, drifting away from reality. The sounds muted to a humming buzz, the colors dimming, and Lyana found that she couldn't focus on anything but Leonard's cruelly handsome, almost human face. "Almost," she said. "I'll be more satisfied when I find out what happens with him. And the rest of his men." "The men will be sent to the quarries in your country and the Prince will be sent back to his father, after your country has been paid a hefty sum. At which point he will be locked away in a madhouse and forgotten." Leonard grinned at her, his arms sliding around her body and pulling her close to him, pressing her softness against his unnaturally muscled length. She had to tip her head back quite a bit to keep her eyes trained on his, making it look as though she was asking for a kiss. Pressing her hands against his chest she tried to wriggle away, just to ease the strain in her neck, but he didn't let her. "Does that satisfy you?" She thought it over for a moment, lowering her head to press it against Leonard's chest between her hands, one of his hands slipping up into her hair and removing the pins so that it fell down her back. As he massaged the back of her head, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips thoughtfully before nodding. "Yes, I believe I'm satisfied." The men under the Prince's command would spend the rest of their lives performing hard labor, toiling away for the benefit of others. There was never escape from the quarries, especially once people learned why they were there. As for the Prince, while she had hoped for something more... bloody, she could understand why her country couldn't execute him. Plus, the idea that he would be locked away and forgotten was quite nice. No glory for him, not even under false pretenses. He had become an embarrassment and he would spend the rest of his days in ignominy, knowing that everyone had turned their backs on him. "He will not be comfortable there will he?" Raising her eyes back up to Leonard, she was surprised to realize that they were no longer in the palace. No... they were in a masculine bedroom that looked vaguely familiar. Leonard chuckled as she looked around. "No, he will not be comfortable there at all." He loosened his grip on her as she turned, looking around the room. It had no windows or doors and not much in the way of furniture. A large mirror on one wall, a comfortable looking brown leather armchair, and a very large bed with red silk sheets and hung with red velvet drapings. It was the bed that tickled her memory. "I've been here before," she murmured, noticing that his hands were now on her stomach, fingers gathering the fabric of her dress and drawing the skirt upwards. "Yes." "Where are we?" "This is where I live." "In one room?" The deep chuckle that went through his chest vibrated through her back. Air flowed around her legs which were almost completely bared now. "There are other rooms. I just have no desire to leave this one at the moment." A trickle of excitement went through her, her thighs pressing together as she shivered with anticipation. It was a little humiliating to know that just his words could arouse such a response in her, and yet she found she no longer cared. The times when Leonard wasn't punishing her were extremely pleasurable and she craved that bit of happiness in her life. Witch Ch. 04 "Lift up your arms," he growled in her ear. She obeyed immediately, feeling the rush of cloth against skin as he pulled her dress from her, leaving her bare in front of him. Lyana turned in a slow circle to find that he was naked already, and hugely erect, his eyes glittering with lust for her. Part of her felt slightly panicked, worried about the punishment that she worried was coming, and yet she suddenly realized that Leonard never punished her when he appeared to her in this form. Plus it was still day time and so far she'd enjoyed everything that had happened between them during the day. "You have nothing to fear," he said, as if he could read her mind although he was probably just reading the expression across her face as they went from anxious to relaxed to anticipatory. Dropping her dress to the ground, he reached out his hand and grasped her arm, pulling her to him so quickly that it almost seemed to push the air from her lungs. "I'm very glad you made the decision that you did." "What decision?" she asked, running her hands up his chest and feeling the tautness of the muscles that moved beneath. This was the first time that she'd really touched him back, and she thought that he seemed to like it. "You kept saying that... make the right decision... what decision?" "You don't know?" he laughed, shaking his head as he began to move so that she was forced to walk backwards, heading for the bed. "What you did today. Taking revenge without taking a life. Without torturing. Without darkening your own soul more." "I didn't want to be punished anymore," she murmured, suddenly understanding. Leonard smiled and bent his head, kissing along her neck as all the pieces started to fall into place. The punishments... they had gotten worse because Leonard hadn't wanted her to keep killing. Truthfully, she hadn't wanted to either, but she might not have stopped if it hadn't been for how brutal he'd become. She'd retaliated upon the soldiers and he'd retaliated upon her. It was a cycle of violence that could have continued until there was no one left for her to revenge herself upon. "Does that mean you're not going to hurt me?" "Oh, I wouldn't say that." Sharp teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and Lyana shivered, clutching at him a little. "We both like it when I hurt you. But I prefer not to be forced. And I prefer to have an alternative when I so choose. If you had kept on the way you were, I would have been forced to spend eternity punishing you." "And now?" "And now I spend eternity doing whatever I want with you." Pulling back from her neck, Leonard sought out her lips, holding her flush against him and kissing her nearly breathless, his tongue dancing with hers, invading her mouth. Despite the possibly threatening aspect of his words, Lyana found herself fairly reassured. Leonard didn't want to spend all of his time sexually torturing her, although he hadn't promised not to completely, and she'd already found that there was plenty of pleasure to be had in his arms. Ending the kiss, Leonard tossed her onto the bed, right in the center. The soft sheets slipped against her skin as she positioned herself, feeling suddenly quite exposed as he stared down at her, practically looming over her. It was only then that she realized she wasn't feeling any more of the after effects from last night's torturous punishment. "It doesn't hurt!" "What doesn't?" Leonard asked, his voice a low growl as he crawled onto the bed, heading towards her on all fours with rather predatory movements. A tingle of excitement flared under her skin as she inched away from him, feeling both excited and a little hesitant. "Anything... nothing hurts anymore." Reaching her foot, Leonard grasped it in his hand and kissed her ankle, tickling the sensitive part with his tongue. Lyana gasped as a flutter of sensation traveled up her spine. She hadn't realized that her leg could be so responsive. "Why would I want you in anything but perfect condition when I begin to play with you?" Leonard asked as he began to kiss his way up her leg. Lyana blinked, surprised by the answer. Thinking back... she'd always felt in perfect health, or very close to, whenever Leonard showed up, whichever form he was in. It seemed as though he liked to start with her body as a blank slate, no matter what he was going to do with it. With all of her anxiety over his appearances, she'd been paying more attention to what was being done to her than how she felt before he started. His teeth grazed over her inner thigh and she moaned, startled out of her memories. Looking down at the man-like demon between her legs, spreading her creamy thighs open as he looked with anticipation at her dewy curls and shiny pink female flesh, Lyana felt a little bit dazed. What had her life become? "So what happens now?" she asked. With one swipe of his tongue up the center of her wet slit, Leonard enjoyed her moan and the lift of her hips before he began to work his way up her stomach. "Now..." he repeated thoughtfully. "Normally I give my souls over to one of my brothers, one who enjoys constant punishment." Fear tightened her body as he licked at her nipple, two fingers rubbing over the slick flesh at the apex of her thighs. His body pressed down on hers, keeping her in place. "You're the first to call on Black Magic for anything other than selfish reasons... and the first to use it in a manner that gives me an option of what to do with you." The fingers thrust up inside of her, roughly parting her flesh and invading her body and Lyana gasped, her back arching as her breasts thrust upwards. "So I've decided to keep you." "OH!" Lyana didn't know if she was responding to his words or to the delicious sensation of him sucking her nipple into his mouth as he continued to force his fingers back and forth inside of her. When she'd made her decision she'd known that she was giving her soul over to a demon... but she hadn't expected it to end quite like this. She'd expected... well eternal torment. Not this. And certainly not Leonard. The gentle lover and frightening tormenter seemed to be combining, as his teeth nipped at her flesh and his fingers pleasured her wonderfully. She was caught in the mix, her body responding to both with a surprising rush of erotic excitement as Leonard's teeth became rougher, tugging at her nipple painfully. Moving her hips, she rode his fingers, her hands grasping at his head and shoulders as she began to writhe with the pleasure of it. Switching his attention to her other breast, Lyana groaned and mewled as he tormented her, using his fingers to set a firm, slow pace, his teeth pricking the sensitive flesh of her breast and nipple. The hard length of his body on top of hers, the press of his cock against her thigh, increased her excitement. She wanted him on top of her, thrusting, filling her farther than his fingers would. When his thumb found her slippery nub she moaned louder, finding that she could finally allow herself to relax into the sensations. Her mission was complete and she had nothing to distract her from his touch. Leonard curved his fingers inside of her and she cried out, her insides rippling and clenching as he stroked that sweet spot, his thumb making lazy circles around her sensitive clit. The biting suction on her breast only increased her need as her legs moved, trying to close around his body, and her hands tightened their grip in his hair. She cried out as she came, her body rocking with his fingers as the shuddering climax overtook her, sweeping the tension from her body. Leonard moved, releasing her breast from his mouth and covering her lips with his own, drinking in her cries of pleasure. When the last spasms of her climax had departed and her cries had been reduced to moans, he pulled away, rolling onto his back and taking her with him so that she was straddled over his body. It struck her as quite strange to have him beneath her, looking up at her. The dark eyes with their reddish flickering now longer seemed quite so threatening, however. Something hard and hot probed at her slick folds and Lyana was surprised to find that she still wanted him inside her, that she was hungry for more. "I should feel guilty," she murmured. "Why?" Leonard took her wrists and began to wrap black rope around them, tying them together. Letting her weight settle on top of him, Lyana found that the length of his hard cock wedged quite nicely between her nether lips, the head of it peeping out from underneath her body. "My family is dead... I should be mourning." "You've avenged them," he said simply. "And they are in a good place." "How do you know?" she asked, blinking as he tossed the long end of the rope upwards into darkness; her arms began to be pulled upwards, hoisted above her head. "We are in a room with no windows and no doors," Leonard said with a dark chuckle. "Where else could WE be but the afterlife?" "Am I dead?" "Yes and no. It hardly matters at this point. You're mine." With her arms stretched out above her head, thrusting her breasts out, and her knees on either side of him so that his cock was nuzzled between her pussy lips, Lyana couldn't refute that last statement. "Can I see them?" "Later." Leonard smoothed his hands up her body and cupped her breasts, she winced as talons dug into her skin, but she couldn't deny that the bites of pain into her soft flesh excited her. It was as if he'd conditioned her body to respond this way to him, with the heady mix of erotic torture and sensual pleasure that he'd heaped on her the last few days. But his reassurances about her family were what finally allowed her to relax. So far he had never lied to her and he had no reason to do so now. Besides, there was no point in arguing. Her body, her soul was his, promised to him in exchange for the means to avenge her family. And she had done so. "AH!" she screamed as something sharp pricked the side of her nipple. "You're not paying attention to me, pet," Leonard murmured. One hand one her breast held her completely still as the other pinched her nipple, she could feel something sliding through her flesh, almost as if the sensitive bud was being pierced with a needle. Tears sparked in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. It hurt awfully. And yet her lower body throbbed. The excitement on Leonard's face was unmistakable as well. This was what he had meant earlier. While he might not have to punish her, that didn't mean that he wasn't going to occasionally cause her pain. It excited him to do so, and she couldn't help but recognize her own body's responses. While she might not want to be in pain, her pussy was getting wetter as the sliding, burning sensation pushed all the way through her nipple, as if it was meeting his finger in the other side. When he removed his fingers the ache didn't subside and she looked down to see a thin gold hoop hanging from her nipple, which was wretchedly hard. "Now the other." "Please... nooooo," she begged as he pinched her nipple and then let out a small cry as the piercing sensation began again. This time a few more tears trickled down her cheeks and she actually started to feel a little faint and dizzy. He was holding her breast firmly enough that her movements did nothing to stop him, her hands were secured far above her head. The most she managed was to rub her sweet cream all over his cock as she wriggled and thrashed, unable to pull away from the flaming pain and the throbbing ache in her already pierced nipple. "Beautiful," he murmured as he released her other breast, leaving her with two golden rings in her tender nipples. Lyana whimpered as he squeezed her breasts. Strangely, a bit of the pain subsided and she looked at him, startled, to meet his grin. "They're more fun to play with when they've healed a bit." Then he sucked one piercing into his mouth and tugged on it, making it pull at her nipple and Lyana discovered what he meant. If he had done that before helping to heal the hole he'd made, it would have been like salt on a wound. Now it hurt, but in a good way that went straight down to her core and made her writhe for him. The jewelry felt cool against her hot skin, and as he sucked her nipple into his mouth she could feel him playing with the metal with his tongue. At the same time, Leonard's hands spanned her waist and lifted her upwards. She clutched at the bindings on her wrists to help pull herself up, her arm muscles straining as he began to lower her onto his cock. The broad head pushed at her body, just as she felt something else nudging against the entrance to her ass. Lyana moaned, remembering the twined pleasure that he had brought to her only yesterday... but this time he felt much larger and she was going to have to sink down onto him herself. The hard rods pushed at her entrances, his hands removing their support as he lay back down, tucking them behind his head as he watched her with glittering eyes. All of her weight was now on her wrists, she was too far up to support herself with her legs, and her arms trembled as she felt the crinkled hole of her anus open a little. Whatever portion of anatomy was pressing against it was slick, making it easier to slide into her tight hole although her body burned and protested as the ring of muscle was stretched further. Her arms weren't able to hold the strain much longer and she sank downwards, his cock pushing into her wet hole and the other rod pushing into her ass. Lyana groaned at the twined pleasure and pain, her tight asshole protesting even as her pussy demanded more. Now she was down far enough that she could rest on her knees, half of his cock embedded inside of her. "Keep going," he murmured, removing his hands from behind his head to pull at the rings he'd put in her nipples, tugging them downwards. As her tender buds stretched, the pain them becoming sharper, Lyana had no choice but to sink lower. The walls of her pussy clenched and rippled with excitement even as the burn of her slowly filled ass caused her to squirm with discomfort. His tugging was relentless, not allowing her to pull herself back upwards to give her a moment to adjust. "Too much," she protested, panting a little, as the acute feeling of fullness overwhelmed her, her body finally settling on top of his. Her anus ached, clasping tightly to the base of his second cock. The two pronged assault made her full of all sorts of conflicting sensations, the twin rods separated only by a thin membrane inside of her body. This position made the sensations even more acute, as if gravity - as well as her nipple rings - were pulling her more firmly atop him. Or perhaps Leonard was more well-endowed this time around. Lyana wouldn't put it past him. "Beautiful," he responded, pulling the rings upwards now. After a moment Lyana's body followed, attempting to relieve the strain on her tender buds. And then he pulled her back down again, ignoring her whimpers as he began to force her to move up and down on top of him, at a much faster pace than she would have done on her own. Her muscles tightened and her anus burned and flared as her body strained to adjust, stretching to accommodate the large cocks that he was forcing her to ride. It was heaven and hell all in one, a mix of the gentle lover that he'd proved to be in his almost-human form and the adept sexual tormenter demon of the night. Unlike the punishment that she'd met at his hands, the pleasure and arousal she was feeling, even in reaction to the pain that he elicited from her, was all her own. Some part of her loved what he was doing to her, accepted and even gloried in the throbbing aches, the stinging hurts. Her blood pounded in her ears as he began to move her faster. A chain appeared between her breasts, attached to the rings adorning her nipples, as his hands slid down to her hips. Lyana moaned as the chain bounced, a weight hanging from the center of it, tugging at her and making her nipples pull painfully with every movement of her rocking body. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, Leonard began to lift and lower her, watching as her breasts bounced, her nipples being tugged with every lift and fall of the weighted chain. Her body was adrift in sensation that she no longer had the slightest bit of control over, pain and pleasure spiking from all of her most sensitive places. Stretched out above him, her hands tugged at the soft rope encasing her wrists as she undulated and convulsed, tiny tremors rumbling through her with every thrust of his body upwards into hers. Talons dug into her buttocks, hard enough to score her soft flesh and Lyana cried out, shocked at the way her holes tightened, the pleasure that shuddered through her even as she writhed with pain. The thought flickered through her head that she could be quite ecstatic to spend the rest of eternity at Leonard's mercy. A trembling shudder went through her as she found her body being hefted and lowered with much greater force, her burning holes had stretched enough to accommodate the assault without extreme pain, and what discomfort was left only excited her body further. "LEONARD!" she screamed, throwing her head back as the most incredible climax began to pulse in her core, causing her entire body to arch and curl, her muscles seizing with the intensity of sensation that tightened and expanded throughout her limbs. Stars sparkled behind her closed eyes, white streaks across her vision as she found herself riding and writhing, Leonard's movements becoming stronger and more demanding, pushing her climax higher, her sensitive nerves ringing with the continuing sexual rapture that he had thrust her into. A searing pain swept through her, starting at one of his fingertips on her buttocks, a burning flash of agony that ripped another scream from her throat even as she was thrown into the throes of another orgasm. Her flesh was burnt, crisped, marked with his brand now burnt into her skin, and the exultation of marking her as his sent Leonard surging upwards with his own pinnacle of ecstasy. Fluid poured into her orifices as Lyana wavered on the edge of unconsciousness, assaulted from every side by incandescent lightness and pulsing, scalding heat. The marker on her bottom throbbed in time with her pulse, and yet she continued to shudder with the contractions of her orgasm. The ropes around her wrists unraveled and it was only Leonard's gentle hands that kept her from completely falling on top of him. The chain between her breasts vanished as quickly as it had appeared and he cushioned her descent to his chest, her body still clasped around his flesh as it began to diminish inside of her. "Shhhh," he murmured as he cupped a cool hand over the brand he'd put on her flesh. "Unfortunately there's no way to heal this quickly, but I can help." "What is it?" she asked, trying not to whimper. The chill of his hand did seem to counteract the burning to a degree, which she was grateful for. Other than that one awful spot of seared flesh, the rest of her felt quite wonderful. Her nipples were a little sore, pressed against his hard stomach, but it was barely noticeable against the much worse pain on the upper curve of her buttock. "It's my sigil. No one else can touch you now. You're mine." The last sentence was said with a kind of ferocity that Lyana almost found startling. And yet she'd never felt safer in her entire life. His tone gentled. "No one else will ever hurt you again." "That shouldn't sound comforting, but it does," she said, lifting her head to look at him. This strange demon with his mix of gentleness and brutality, his enjoyment of both her pain and her pleasure. "Are you satisfied?" There was nothing in her old life to go back to. No family. No dreams. No village. But there was an entirely new future to be discovered here, with this strange demon-man that she wasn't sure she'd ever entirely understand. Witch Ch. 04 "Yes. I'm satisfied." For the first time, she leaned her body up to press her lips to his, and she kissed him.