2 comments/ 12230 views/ 6 favorites Daemour Castle Nights Ch. 01 By: DemonikSeraph Author's note: This is my first work of Erotic fiction, based off a roleplay in the Literotica forums. The prince is the Sole Property of KittenofDeath and is used with his blessing. Feedback is appreciated, flames cheerfully ignored. There will be more of Valya soon, but only if it is asked for. I apologize for any rough spots, like I said, this is my maiden voyage, so to speak. You always remember your first... * Valya Cachtice paced like a caged animal along the walls of her small cell in the slave quarters, her lithe, nude form sliding gracefully through myriad small shifts of body structure, skin tone and hair color. She was new here, and apparently the ones who had dragged her to this castle, daemons rot their souls, hadn't gotten around to even providing her with the quarters usually assigned a slave. She had a pallet in one corner, but that was effectively it for furnishings. No food had been brought in the few days she'd been cloistered here either. This was not the end of the world, since being half-daemon meant she could go quite a while without sustenance, but she was a succubus, and being starved and celibate at the same time was NOT fun. But she wasn't sure what to do about it. She could hear a guard patrolling the halls outside, but her door was solid, so she didn't have line-of-sight into the hallway. She could hear screams, and moans, and piteous gibbering, interspersed with shouts and commands and the sounds of leather on flesh, so she guessed she was in the dungeons. There had to be a reason she was down here. She was a slave now, that much had been made clear. What hadn't been clarified was what her duties would be, or how to go about them, or even who's thrice-damned castle this was! She had a pretty good idea what they wanted with her, though. She was half-succubus, beautiful, and capable of an astonishing number of variations in her form. That screamed "joygirl" or "pleasure slave" or "concubine" or any other of the popular euphemisms for "whore." She was no stranger to sex, and enjoyed it more than most, but being imprisoned and enslaved for it was new. Still, it was better than the only alternative reason for why she had been taken. Even a half-breed daemon represented an awful lot of power, and she feared that if she wasn't being held for sex, then she would be used in some terrible ritual, or ritually bound, or sacrificed in a dark and terrible ceremony. She hoped that her jailers would come soon, if only to break the monotony. Maybe then she could get a better grasp on the situation... Hours passed before anything happened, but eventually, Valya heard footsteps in the hallway, pausing before the door to her cell. Valya looked up as the port in the door was pulled open, letting in the torchlight. After so long in the utter darkness, even the weak light was almost painful and her eyes had trouble adjusting, so she let their vision slide into partially into the infrared. What she could see was little better than a silhouette with color highlights, but she could make out long black hair and vibrantly purple bangs framing a pale, fine-boned face. Her heat vision told her that this woman's body was heated like a furnace, and that meant that whoever she was, she had a vastly accelerated metabolism of some sort. Whatever the cause, it was causing her to glow like a lamp to Valya's eyes. "Here," said a voice, and a slot further down the door, almost at the floor, slid open and a tray of food was pushed through. The voice was beautiful, especially after days with no sound but the pathetic mewlings of the other captives for company. "I...thank you." Valya's normally strong, high soprano sounded rusty and faltering. She hadn't spoken a word since they threw her in here, and the language spoken here was not Valya's own. She had a good grasp of it, but it wasn't her native tongue (which would dislocate the jaw of any normal human trying to approximate it) and it would take time for her to remember all of the linguistic nuances. Valya let her form stop shifting, settling for now on a pale, slender girl approximately five-foot-two with ash-blonde hair, a sensuous mouth, and bright blue eyes. This form was calculated to seem young, innocent, fragile, and pretty without having the lush curves that might exacerbate the lust of any who looked upon her. In short, it looked like it wanted to be protected, a badly frightened sixteen-year old girl who just wanted someone to hold her. As she stepped over and retrieved the tray, Valya tried to put just the right quaver into her voice as she asked, "Who are you? What is this place? And what are they planning to do with me? Please, I don't know what I did, and I just want to go home..." G looked at the woman with something that was almost sympathy, but not quite. She slid a cup of water under the door, too and answered, "My name is G. This is Daemour Castle, domicile and stronghold of The Prince. I, like you, am a servant and a slave. To be honest, I have no idea what they have intended for you. I imagine you will find out soon enough though." She looked at the petite woman more closely. Curiosity led her to ask "Why does your form change so much?" Her cat-like night vision allowed her to see the woman in detail even though the lighting in the dungeons was terrible. Valya was wrongfooted by the question, but then, most never saw her shift, or they knew her nature already. She had forgotten mortals didn't have any way of telling, and that simple mistake had caused her to reveal one of her most potent secrets. Still, as long as G already knew, there was probably no harm in telling her why and how. Besides, the tone of her voice, non-threatening and filled with a simple, non-sexual, non-threatening curiosity struck a chord in Valya. "Please don't tell anyone!" Valya begged. Her voice began to quaver as the enormity of what the knowledge of her powers could cause her captors to do sunk in. "Please! I'm not dangerous. Its just...something I can do. I'm not human, not completely. Its just something I was born with." This was not entirely true. She was dangerous, being faster and stronger than a human, and a modestly accomplished sorceress back in her own infernal home. Though gods alone knew what would happen if she tried demonic magic here. Valya stopped and took a deep breath and let it out slowly, knowing that what she was about to say might frighten this woman away, but she had to give her the whole truth. Maybe then she wouldn't go running to this "Prince" and possibly get Valya horribly killed. "I'm a half-succubus, the sort of demon that tempts mortals, turning them into nothing more than bundles of carnal desires, each more depraved than the last." she paused, then made a face, and added, "Though by the standards of that side of my 'family' I'm not very good at it. I can't even siphon off an entire soul, only pieces of it." Valya suddenly realized how awful that sounded and hurried on. "I don't have to! Honest! Its how a succubus feeds, like a human would eat. I can do either one, or both. Please, please don't tell anyone!" she begged, "I'll do anything!" Valya quieted then, mostly because she didn't know what else to say. She'd been in tight spots before, as part and parcel of her heritage and her homeland, but she'd never had death so close, so implacable, before. Valya knew, knew, that she was one wrong word from being burned at the stake, or decapitated, or racked, or raped to death. As she stood, hoping against hope that this woman would take a chance on her and not out her to her captors, she silently began to cry, the tears rolling slowly down her alabaster cheeks. G watched as the woman spilled her entire story to her and wept, begging. The entire time, her face kept the same expression. Slightly curious, but otherwise showing no real emotion. "At this time, I see no reason to tell anyone anything other than that I have seen the new prisoner and that she appears to be a short human woman. Just don't give me any reason to tell them otherwise." Though G had always been a servant, she was highly intelligent. She knew the values of having some form of leverage over someone with power, and this woman certainly seemed to have power. "What is your name?" she asked her. Valya got a hold of herself almost immediately. This woman wasn't going to have her killed, which was a relief. Besides, if she could get into the general servant population, she may be able to disappear, if she had to. Shapeshifting was funny that way. Especially a demonic shift. It wasn't sorcery, though sorcery could probably detect it, unless Valya took...steps, that were probably a Bad Idea unless absolutely necessary. Still, it was nice to have the option. Not even the woman in front of her knew what she really looked like, so if she had to disappear into the servant population and someone DID come looking for her armed with magic, all she would have to do is revert to her mostly-human true nature, and they'd be shit out of luck. It wasn't perfect, but it was as good as she was going to get for a while. G asked her a question, but it took a moment to register that she was asking Valya's name. Since Valya was only an approximation of what her name ACTUALLY sounded like, she saw no reason not to give it to her. "My name is Valya, Valya Cachtice. And thank you, G. I owe you my life, and I meant it when I said I'd do anything." With that, Valya took the tray and cup and retreated to the far wall of her cell to eat. G nodded at Valya and turned to walk away. "Someone will be by for that plate and cup later. Don't tear them up too badly. Wanna make a good first impression." Without further speech, she walked out of the dungeon to attend to her other duties. Valya ate slowly, forcing herself to stomach the food. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate that someone had brought something for her, it was that it was typical dungeon food, which is to say that it was awful in a vaguely stomach-churning sort of way. As she ate, she shapeshifted her tongue to much longer than normal human length, to make sure she got everything off of her fingers (no one had provided a utensil). She finished the food, and the water, taking care not to damage the flatware. Finished, she sat in the near-total darkness and thought. For the good, she had food, and a measure of her strength back as a result. She had met another slave and gotten her name. She had found out that this was the castle of a Prince of some sort, and that she had not been forgotten. She knew that the slaves, at least, were unaware of her true nature and thus her capabilities. For the bad, while her strength was coming back, it wasn't fully replenished, nor would it be. She needed to feed, and she needed to do it soon. Preferably with a mortal or demi-mortal, but a sufficiently powerful being would do in a pinch. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know who, or what, the prince was. She knew that there were magical wards all over the place, and that they would interfere with some of her powers and nearly all of her magic, either damping, canceling, or reacting with it depending on whether she tried mortal magic or infernal. Lastly, she was tired, still weak (for a succubus), and completely nude, and stuck in this miserable form if she didn't want to give her secret away. It had been calculated to keep people from lusting for her, but the sadistic types who generally staffed a dungeon or an evil powermonger's guard were likely to get more enjoyment out of beating, torturing, or raping what appeared to be a defenseless sixteen-year-old, albeit a fairly developed one. If it came to it, she could try infernal magic, or use her full strength, but then the masquerade was up, and that might mean worse than physical punishment. She was good at hiding her feelings, and had learned to take pleasure in almost everything. She'd had to, as a defense mechanism. Not for the first time, she was grateful for it. But now, she needed to sleep. She curled into a ball on the pallet and drifted off to the screams of the other prisoners... Hours came and went. Valya slept, awoke, slept again, awoke again. After waking the second time, she found that she could not get back to sleep, and decided that if they planned to leave her here, they had damn well better be able to do it properly. With that, she began probing the cell for weak points. Being demonic hath its privileges, such as increased physical abilities. Still, she was no hulking brute, and it was a pretty sturdy looking door. Besides, without boots or gloves, hauling off and applying more than human strength to an ironbound door would probably be more harmful to her than the door itself. Between that and the walls, constructed of something that was at least superficially large stone blocks, the physical realm was pretty much out as a way free, unless she could use magic to bring her physical power up to the necessary levels... ...which brought her to the other part of her tests, and the much trickier part, at that. She sat crosslegged in the middle of the cell and closed her eyes. First, something simple. A succubus was naturally a telepath, able to dominate minds. Valya, being essentially a watered down version, couldn't dominate a mind, but she could push pretty hard in a given "direction." Her range wasn't that far, but there were plenty of prisoners in what sounded like fairly easy reaching distance. She chose one, right next door it seemed, who was shrieking loudly. Perfect. She gathered her concentration and pushed at his mind, willing him to be silent. Nothing happened. Damn. She tried again, harder this time. All Valya got for her efforts was a splitting headache for a moment, which passed quickly. Ok, they knew to an extent what she was, or this place wouldn't be this locked down. No point in hiding it, then, and she would get a fair bit more power out of herself if she didn't have to maintain the shift. She relaxed and let her body slide into its natural configuration, sighing as she "went home" to her regular form. Ok, telepathy was warded. Magic too, probably, if they were going to go the distance. How about innate abilities? She drew a bit harder on her succubus lineage and tried to become ethereal. Surprising herself, she succeeded. That had always been one of the hardest of her abilities to call on, even at the best of times, and she never could do the teleport her full-blooded sisters seemed to manage. Still, this was a step in the right direction. She looked down at herself, marveling at her incorporeal state, but she also knew she couldn't hold it for long. She strode toward the door, fully intending to pass through it. She reached the door, put one hand out... ...and was promptly blasted to the floor and right back into material form. The blast hadn't hurt a whole lot, but it definitely spoke with authority. She lay on the floor blown back into her true form, her red hair fanned above her head, her body sprawled haphazardly across the stone, and it was a long moment before she could bring herself to look up to the door. When she did, she saw an indelible image of her own handprint glowing in crimson on the doorway, over what looked like some sort of hexagrammatic ward, also giving off a deep glow, though it was purple rather than red. They faded after a moment, but she knew that she'd just tripped something, and that it was unlikely to be good... "Oh, you're new" he said, looking in through the hatch in the door "who do you belong to?" Valya looked up at the new voice, surprised. It had been perhaps fifteen minutes since her ill-advised experiment, and she hadn't even noticed the approach of the speaker. This one was deeper, more masculine. Sexier. She looked up at the shape in the doorway, again letting her vision shift into the heat spectrum to see what it was she was looking at. Which was... ...Nothing. He just flat-out didn't register at all. Well, that was creepy. She thought hard. The wrong answer here might cause all manner of untoward problems, and after getting blown halfway across her cell, she just wasn't in the mood to deal with them. On the other hand, she also wasn't in the mood to be nice, demure, and obedient, regardless of the consequences. Oh, the hell with it, she thought. "I belong to the 'Prince.' And my name is Valya." She stared back at him, her eyes, cold, ophidian, cruel. And afraid. This one was not human, or demon, and that scared her. But she had her pride, so her shoulders were squared, her head high, and her voice level as she asked, "And who are you, sir?" The sarcasm on the last word was painfully evident... The prince watched as the prisoner, Valya she called herself, he doubted it was her real name, shifted through what skills she had left to her after the castle's ward went in to overdrive in an attempt to figure out who and what he was. By the expression on her face, she wasn't all that successful, so he decided to play with his food a little bit. "Me? Oh I'm just a fellow slave to our master the prince" he shrugged "though I don't suppose I'll see quite as much use as you will, his tastes are varied, but he is rather strict on the food being female." He mentally grabbed a key from the opposite wall and unlocked the cell, the door glowing for a moment as the hexagrammatic wards fell away. All of them. The succubus was free to use whatever powers she wished now, and the rest of the wards stopped her from sensing the guards outside the dungeon. As far as she knew, this man was just some lowly slave, maybe with a bit of kick in him, but nothing threatening. The Prince was quite accomplished at playing a wolf in sheep's clothing, and relished it, though he hated the metaphor. "Its my duty to inspect the Prince's new acquisitions," he said with a smile as he walked in to the cell, "examining and document them them, so it can easily be determined when there are any changes, such as a warden over extending his authority, or a guard handing out unnecessary...punishments." He is rather strict on the food being female. Valya's mind kicked into overdrive as she digested this, because it severely limited the options as to what the "Prince" could be. Sure, he could be a lesser fiendspawn, such as tiefling, or a particularly depraved human, but while they were certainly capable of eating human flesh, it generally didn't form a staple of their diet, and she had a fair inkling of what would happen if a human tried to eat a half-demon. Valya's train of thought was interrupted as the door was unlocked, the runes and sigils limning her cell in particolored light before it swung open. She started to look him over as he continued to speak, but suddenly she was only lending half an ear to his words, as she felt the wards fall and her powers come smashing back in full force. For a brief moment, she was tempted to summon up as much brute force as she could, try and smash this man into the ground, and simply stride out of this place. That temptation, however, was dashed as she realized that her telepathy, while it could now pick up everything in front or to the sides of her, stopped at the ceiling, hinting at the existence of more wards. Valya was impulsive, but not stupid, and she knew that a failed attempt at escape would end very badly indeed. Still, it wouldn't hurt to use what she had, and she turned all her senses, physical and mental, to the speaker. He was...small, for his voice. That was the first thing Valya noticed. It wasn't that he was particularly miniscule, for he was tall, lean, and well-muscled, carrying himself with a predator's natural grace. But his voice! It was the voice you only hear in dreams, the one whispering half-heard temptations in the darkest hours of the night. Valya had never imagined that a voice could actually sound like that, and it made even her, a half-succubus, weak in the knees. His feathery-looking hair was a grey that was almost silvery in the half-light, and it complemented his pale skin wonderfully. She looked at his robe, which appeared to be some sort of undefinable dark material that looked halfway between silk and cotton, but it could have been a trick of the light. Her eyes were still adjusting and it made colors difficult, particularly dark ones. His eyes...Valya couldn't tell, and she didn't want to offend or bring the wrath of her jailers down on her by moving closer. Still, he was a near-perfect physical specimen, though Valya had to admit that a sex-starved succubus probably wasn't the pickiest judge. Mentally... Daemour Castle Nights Ch. 01 ...It was like staring into a pit. Whatever this man was, his psyche was almost unfathomably complex, and Valya had a disorienting moment of mental vertigo. Suddenly, she was afraid. She didn't have too good a grasp of how the situation here worked, but either this man was lying like a dog or his master was so intensely powerful that a half-succubus wouldn't even register. Somehow, she doubted the latter, since otherwise there would be no need to lock her up in a cell as tightly warded as this one. That left the former, and that meant she was confronting one of the heretofore unseen masters of this place, and that realization scared her half to death. All this crossed her mind in just a few seconds, and she was so dumbstruck by the combination of attraction and fear that she could do no more than sit there, mutely, on the cold stone floor of the cell, for a moment. Slowly, she rose, shapeshifting as she did so, until she became a lush, voluptuous blonde girl with a bow-like mouth, straight, shoulder-length golden hair, pale skin, and bright blue eyes. She lost a bit of her height to stand at 5'9" and changed her facial structure around to where it acquired the soft look of a girl just coming of age. She adjusted her form to match her apparent age, her skin becoming smooth, soft, and flawless, her waist slender, her hips flaring gently, her chest having generous, though not huge, breasts. Part of the shift was for a simple reason, that she appear as non-threatening as possible. The other reason for shapeshifting was that it required her concentration, and allowed her to get a grasp on her fear as she bent her mind to the task. As she finished straightening up from the floor, she put the final touches on the new form; thin, finely arched golden eyebrows, long and slightly darker eyelashes, and darkening her lips to the color of fresh blood. Valya looked at him with large, soft eyes, seeming pools of sapphire in the torchlight. She shrugged mentally as she framed a response. If he wanted to play around, fine, she'd go along. Besides, she didn't know if he knew she was a telepath, poor one though she may be. After all, most people don't realize they're being mindraped even when its a clumsy or partial job. But it was time to slip back into her role as the defiant but frightened slave. "Well, then, inspect me if you must." Valya's voice was slightly higher now, a more bell-like sound, rather than the slightly lower and throatier voice of her natural form. Valya continued with a tremor in her voice, "But can you tell me what's going to happen to me? I don't want to be...eaten!" She stopped, visibly "frightened," and drew a deep breath and held it a moment before letting it out shakily. When she spoke again, her voice was calmer, more velvety, promising a few things of the taut young body it was attached. "Please, if there's anything you can tell me, I'd be...grateful. I don't want to die here. I'll understand if you can't say anything, your master being ever so powerful, but..." She approached him slowly, languorously, staring into his eyes with her own as she spoke this last, and as she did, she let her pheromones and intrinsic mental compulsions, the legacy of her succubus heritage, have full force. In this form, without them, she was probably less overtly attractive than in her natural shape. But with her powers, her form spoke to the darker desires that men held, for the forbidden, the young, the firm but pliant flesh of a girl not yet quite mature. If he was a mortal, the full force of her sexuality would hit him like a hammer. One way or another, verbal or not, she was going to get answers. Her probing of his mind was skillful in its own crude way, but for someone such as the prince, it would take a lot more, so he simply let her see a few details here and there, in return he gleaned what he wanted from her, though he didn't use any mental tricks. He could see it all in her eyes, at least until she changed shape. Now he was graced with a different set of eyes to examine, two deep pools of azure light, the kind romantics say they could stare at all night, combine that with the body... she was going for innocent? Oh, this was going to be a fun game for the prince. He listened as she talked, his body not giving one sign as to how her words were affecting him, paying as much attention to her body language as he did her words, years upon years of experience letting him sift the truth from the lies "well..." he spoke, "I could give you a verbal inspection..." He slowed his speech as he felt her going to work on him, and in truth, it did stir something deep inside of him, a warm flame, longing to take what innocence she had and claim her as his... But it only managed to control his actions for a moment. When you're as old as the prince, people a even few hundred years old are still inexperienced, unruly children in your mind. "Though, there are, other ways" he closed the minuscule gap between them with a single step, one arm pulling her now tiny form against his frame, the other running a hand though her hair, the look on his face as he stared in to her eyes designed to make her think she was winning their little game "and when I say that the prince eats, well that's not entirely true..." the hand that had been on the small of her back drifted down to cup her, lower, ever so gently kneading the flesh it found. "Its more...drinking, really" he smirked as he leaned in closer. He lingered there, his lips practically touching hers, then he moved in for a kiss, his lips pressing against hers gently... Valya melted into the kiss, opening her mouth to let his tongue slide inside, but this was essentially busy-work for her, at least at first. After all, she was a succubus, though a somewhat diluted one, and this was pretty routine. But still, that was no reason to neglect her standards, and she arched her body slightly and tilted her head back and to her right, pressing herself to him and pushing her lower back and buttocks against his strong, cool hand. Though she was responding physically, as the growing warmth in her, and the sudden flood of more pheromones could attest, part of her mind was still turning over everything she had heard and trying to make sense of it. It was right there, right on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite make the connection, and the feeling of this nameless man's body and her own internal nature were eroding her thought process. She would just have to think about it later. Yeah, later... Valya's left hand slid up to touch his arm as his hand slid through her hair, and she ran her hand back along his arm, feeling the barely-constrained power of his muscles as she went. Her hand continued its journey, reaching his shoulder and gliding down his flank to rest on one narrow hip. Her other hand slid around his waist and moved slowly upward, and the small, thinking part of Valya marveled at the hardness of his muscles, the coolness of his skin, and the sheer raw power of his very form. Valya broke the kiss, but made no move to get away. He had her, as the spider had the fly, and she knew it. But in her current, aroused, sex-starved state, she just didn't care. His comments seemed to hint that he was willing, and oh how she wanted him right at that moment. She responded to his prior words, but not with words of her own. Instead, kissing up his finely chiseled jawline, she purred, a throaty, deep, sexual,hungry sound that seemed slightly out of place in such a small, delicate-looking body. Such concerns, however, were out of her head as her out-of-control hormones drove her literally starving body with a will of their own, and her conscious, rational mind was only partly in control. Her small, pink, warm tongue flicked out and traced the edge of his ear... It was, however, in control enough to know that trying to feed off his energy, while it certainly wouldn't kill him, might piss him off real bad, and with someone as seemingly powerful as this man, it would be nearly impossible to do it while he was rational and in control. She had to make him want her, though her body was working on it already, streaming off the biological equivalent of "fuck me!" She knew it would take more, though, if she wanted to keep from starving to death. She had to feed, and this seemed like the mostly likely prospect. Even a small taste would be enough, but she needed that taste. More than that, she needed him. She didn't want him, she needed him. Part of her was aghast at what she was doing, but her biological imperatives, never very far away, were beating her psyche into submission. As she cocked her head to nip gently at his earlobe, exposing the creamy, pale skin of her neck, she raised the temperature of her body slightly, figuring that with the cold, hard skin that this nameless, carnal, masculine figure possessed, the feel of soft, vitally warm skin would be...pleasurable. Ignoring the effects of Valya's presence was a simple task for the Prince, he may be childish at times, and his acts may imply he was anything but disciplined most of the time, but his mind was like a steel trap.... his body though, well it was more inclined to react to Valya's own rubbing against him, the way her delicate fingers made his skin tingle as they brushed over him, the feel of the pliant flesh of her buttock against his hand, the way she slowly kissed and nibbled her way up him, the sheer heat he felt coming off her. And the smooth, creamy skin of her neck, openly presented to him. He moved in, copying her and kissing along her jawline, only he went down, making his way to her neck and treating it with the kind of reverence that would normally be reserved for the very personification of god as he kiss it, his fangs growing of their own accord, the way she was making him feel augmenting his own urge to feed, almost making him sink in to her then and drain her dry. His hands gripped her, the one in her hair pulling her head back with just enough force to ensure she felt a sting, the one on her cheek pulling her in to him, just in case she couldn't already feel the way she was making his body react. "Let's begin the examination, shall we?" he moved his hand from her hair to her shoulder, forcing her to turn. "Hands against the wall," he commanded, pushing her forward to the wall of the cell. He then walked up behind her, his hands moving to her hips, and commanded, "Spread your legs." Valya moaned with closed lips, a low "mmmmm" sound that reverberated through her chest as the Prince kissed her neck. The feel of his cool, full lips against the heat of her skin was...electrifying. She felt his need, his want, his lust for her, and she was made all the hotter for it. She felt the exquisite care with which he treated her neck, and the barely-chained frenzy beneath it. As he kissed her neck, she felt twin scratchings at her skin, as though someone raked a pair of needles ever so slightly across the softness of her neck. The pain was barely noticeable, but its very presence was unexpected, and her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping between them, as even in her lust-fogged mind, the accumulated facts, like room-temperature body temperature, his resistance to mental persuasion or probing, and the line about "drinking" fell into place. Vampire. Well, it was nice to be wanted, and she'd play along. The realization only took a second, but a second was all Valya had. Her head snapped back as this nameless visitor, this vampire hauled on her hair, hard enough to hurt. At the same time, the vampire pulled her toward him, the strength of his grip driving his well-manicured nails into the soft flesh beneath them, just slightly breaking the skin, and she could feel a thin line of blood fall from the innermost mark, running down the cleft of her ass. She found the pain...stimulating. She was, after all, a demonic creature and a sensualist. She could find pleasure in all things, and she enjoyed it rough, sometimes. Very rough, too. The delicious sting from the two hurts ripped through her body like a lightning bolt, leaving in their wake an arousal that was almost painful. Her cheeks flushed, her breathing grew heavier, her small, pink nipples, already hard, grew hard enough to cut glass, or that's what it felt like to Valya. She could feel her body temperature climbing a bit higher still, and she could feel the growing heat and wetness, blending with that single rivulet of blood, between her shapely pale thighs. She was tight against his body now, and she could feel every fold of the cloth of his clothes, every line of the muscles beneath. She could feel the power in his grip. And the growing, stone-stiff bulge underneath his robe, trapped against her body. By all the gods and demons, Valya had never wanted anything so badly in her life as to feel him on her, in her. He lifted his mouth from Valya's throat, and she let out a small whine, like an animal. She didn't want him to stop. Valya felt his hand pull free of her hair and move to her shoulder. He pushed, and Valya resisted just enough to get him to put some real power behind the action, just to feel the strength of his arm, and think for an instant what that strength could do to a woman's body under the right circumstances. She spun, riding with the increased power of his push, and faced the back wall of the cell. She felt his hand once more, but didn't dare resist again, in case he got frustrated and hurled her straight through the stone. He propelled her to the wall, and she put both hands out to catch herself. As she stood with her hands supporting her against the wall, she felt the vampire come up behind her and place his hands on her hips. "Spread your legs." he said. Valya happily complied, fervently hoping that she would get at least a taste of what she craved, of the sexual satisfaction this creature could give her, the sexual satisfaction she needed, like a vampire needed blood or a human needed water. She slid her legs apart, the contraction of muscles in her hips and ass causing another rivulet of blood to run down the taut flesh and disappear between her thighs. As she moved, she gathered herself and pushed as hard as she could, using her lust, her frustration, and her boundless need to fuel the psychic push into a lance of pure arousal and desire, directed at the gloriously dark and powerful creature behind her. She arched her body at the junction of her slender waist and full hips, pressing herself toward him... The Prince smiled as Valya did as she was told, causing a tiny bit more blood to pour from the small cuts in her flesh, he ignored her and looked at his hand for a second, noticing the blood on one of them, hadn't even noticed he did that... she was having more of an effect on him than he thought, but that was cast from his mind as she pushed back against him, both physically and mentally, the former was good, but the latter was better, overwhelming even his defenses for a moment, making him moan softly, his eyes closing as he pulled her hips, his silk covered length rubbing against her folds. But his lapse lasted only a second, albeit a rapturous second that would finish a mortal off in half the time, but just a second. He was going have fun with that trick in the future. He pulled back with a sigh and crouched down, his tongue darting out to collect the trail of blood and her juices on her thigh, a second soft moan escaping him as he savored the taste. It was good, better than good, delicious, a bit like one of the Tieflings, but while theirs tasted spiced, hot even, hers was sweet, though it may have had something to do with what was mixing with it. "Well, it appears I was a little rough." He gave the source of the blood a quick lick, the wounds closing up as he did. "Oh well, this is nothing compared to what the Prince likes to do." He smirked inwardly at that as he turned his tongue from her ass to the honey pot between her legs, slowly teasing around her mound, a finger rubbing her slit. Valya moaned as the vampire rubbed his silk-shrouded length against her naked flesh, a long, low sound that filled the room. It was a wordless expression of pure animal lust, the sound of sexuality running rampant and unchained. She felt the prince move, felt his hands leave her hips, and her body tensed in anticipation. She felt his breath, the cool air rushing across the unnatural heat of her skin, raising goosebumps on her smooth flesh. Then she felt his tongue, moving slowly up her thigh, licking the mingled blood and juices from her flesh. The feeling was incredible, the gentleness of the movement so very at odds with the situation. "Well, it appears I was a little rough" said the vampire. She felt his tongue travel higher, licking the hot crimson fluid from the tight curve of her backside. She gasped as he reached the small wounds, and the gasp turned into another moan as she felt the glorious pain of her rent flesh mending. He continued, "Oh well, nothing compared to what the prince likes to do." Valya arched her back, and purred, "Well, then I must me-" she cried out, a quiet noise of of pent up frustration as his questing fingers found what they were looking for, "Ah! I must meet him." Valya bucked her hips a little against his finger, reveling in the knowledge that the release she craved was so close. She reached between her legs, rubbing at her own clit, and bit her lip as she felt her need, already great, soon reaching titanic levels. Her pussy became even wetter, her nipples harder, her need fiercer. Suddenly, she had to have him, and she had to have him now! She didn't know if it was something he did to cause the sudden spike of desire and arousal, or if it was a function of her own raging libido, but it was irresistible either way. She wanted to devour him, take everything he had to offer and beg for more, let him take her, use her, hurt her, satisfy her, feed her. Valya pushed off the wall, her sudden surge of motion dislodging his hands. Quick as a cat and sinuous as a serpent she spun, dropping into a crouch, her eyes level with the knot of his sash, holding closed his robe. She reached out to undo it before pushing the robe back and tugging downward in a single smooth motion, the robe sliding off his body in a fall of silk. His shaft, long and stiff, came free, and to Valya it looked more inviting than anything she had ever before seen. She admired its smooth length for a moment before darting her head forward to take it in her mouth. It was like nothing she had ever done before. It was perfect in every way. Size, shape, texture, but it was colder than any other organ she had ever felt. But no matter, the heat of her mouth would fix that soon enough. She slowly let its length sink into her mouth, her tongue licking the underside of it as it pushed between her full, red lips. She paid special attention to the smooth "sweet spot" just behind the head. She began a slow, bobbing motion, taking her time, fulfilling her need to feel every millimeter of the vampire's glorious cock as it invaded her mouth. After a few moments, she withdrew it, and smiled a sultry, slow smile up at the vampire, batting her blue eyes. She licked her lips as if savoring the taste of his shaft, and as she did, she shapeshifted her tongue to twice its normal length and then returned to her task. She licked the shaft gently a couple times, shapeshifting her tongue further, to give it a slightly rougher texture, then curled her tongue around the shaft. All the way around, the increased length of her tongue forming a ring around his shaft. She moved the ring up and down a couple times, then withdrew her tongue and took his entire, perfect tool in her mouth, forcing it past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She started swallowing rhythmically, feeling the muscles of her throat contract around the invader, and pushed her tongue out past her lips, the incredible length of it allowing her to stimulate part of the bottom of his cock and lick his engorged, hanging testicles with the tip of her hot, pink tongue... Daemour Castle Nights Ch. 01 The Prince was uncharacteristically surprised when Valya pushed him away, a quizzical look on his face for a second as she turned, agile as any feline, but his usual playful grin returned when he saw her eyes fall on the loose knot holding his robe closed. He didn't stop her as she quickly stripped him of the flimsy robe like he was a Christmas present from her favorite rich uncle. "Ooh, thats inappropriate behavior for a slave" he whispered as he leaned back on his hands and made himself comfortable, not even a hint of resistance in his voice as her small mouth enveloped his head, the cold organ practically baking in the inhuman warmth of her mouth, her skill coaxing a long moan from him, he had slaves that had been with him for years that couldn't hope to compare to her. But he simply sighed as she pulled her mouth off his length, though the look on her face was enticing as she licked her lips, the Princes face brightening back up when he realized her tongue was growing. The tricks she was pulling were things he had only experienced a few times in his long life. He hadn't really regretted not having someone with her talents on hand before, but now that his memory of what her kind could do returned, they were sorely missed. He brought one of his hands up and slipped his hand in to her hair as her tongue came out to tease where her mouth couldn't reach, gently urging her onward, but not forcing her to simply inhale him and be done with it, he wanted to feel that tongue of hers a little longer, especially once it reached as far down as his balls. "The Prince is going to like you" he mumbled before his grip on her hair strengthened, starting to force her down "The prince is going to really like you" he had almost gotten her down to the base of his cock, but then he abruptly yanked her backwards and off him, then dragging her forward in to a lust filled kiss as he eased her down to lay on top of him, his shaft rubbing against her pussy. Valya quickly relaxed her throat as the vampire's hand pushed on the back of her head, but even for her, it was a struggle. Valya was no stranger to deepthroat, and normally would have had no problem at all, even with the vampire's handily-above-average sized organ. However, the form she'd chosen, that of a seemingly-young woman, didn't have the same muscle memory and give to it that her natural form did. But then, that was rather the point, wasn't it? The feeling of power, of forcing something on a beautiful girl who could only barely accommodate it, who was forced to bend to the man's will whether she wanted it, whether she was capable of it, or not. It was that feeling she was trying to instill in the vampire, to drive his lust to new heights. This was what she thrived on, the energy released by lust, by sexual contact, and that energy was so much more plentiful when the sex was brutal, feral, animalistic, not a union of hearts in the sanctum of love, but a storming of the bastions of purity by primal lust. She felt the cool, large shaft of her partner's, her master's cock force its way past the back of her mouth again, invading, pressing, driving forward into her beautiful and innocent form, and the knowledge of what it must look like, the young, sweet girl being forced onto the ravishing cock of her tormentor, made her hotter still. She could feel her wetness, her heat, her every nerve respond to the image, to her thoughts, even to the delicious lack of control such a situation brought upon her. "The Prince is going to like you." said the vampire, his voice low and guttural and filled with his need for her. "The Prince is really going to like you." Suddenly Valya felt a harsh yank on her golden tresses and the meat filling her throat was removed. She gasped as her airways were suddenly clear, and then felt the vampire dragging her upward by her hair. She moved with the pull, and found the vampire bringing her face to his own. He kissed her, the relative chill of his mouth causing a wonderful feeling of contrast in her mouth as their tongues explored one another and his tongue pressed into her mouth. The vampire put his hands on her hips, and she obligingly knelt with one leg on either side of him, positioned just above his cock, her folds glistening with her wetness. She could feel his throbbing length as it rubbed against her, and she rocked her hips back and forth, sliding her outer lips along the underside of his raging erection, coating it in her juices. Valya put her hands on the vampire's chest and raised her hips, allowing him to spring upward, his cock pointing like a spear. Then, slowly, so slowly!, she impaled herself upon his proud shaft, sinking down until she was sure that to take anymore of his length would be nearly impossible. It had been a long, long time since she felt so full, and she congratulated herself on her choice of bodies. But he still had almost a quarter of his shaft left to push into her, and she bit her lip and sank down further. Valya whimpered, a sound of equal parts pain and pleasure and filled with need as she lowered herself further, until she rested upon him, his cock fully inside her. She was afraid that if he thrust upward, he would come out her throat. But even so, her mind was awash with pleasure, feeling ever millimeter, every bump and vein of his flesh as her she enfolded him in her hot, wet, tight confines. She began a slow, gentle up-and-down motion, reveling in the feeling of his cock filling her, stretching her walls just barely to the point of pain. She rose until he almost slipped out of her, then fell, driving him deep inside her. Her pussy was a velvet vice, and as she fucked the vampire, her conscious mind started to retreat even further, and she began to speed up. Valya leaned back, riding his cock, exulting in the sex. No, not sex. Sex was too mild a word for what they were doing now. It was brutal, wordless fucking, with Valya no longer caring about the pain that his large cock was causing to her small body. She impaled herself on him again and again, still rising and falling, but no longer in a gentle controlled motion. She would rise almost off of him, then fall freely, letting his shaft slam into her with maximum force and penetration, and it felt wonderful. She leaned back, taking her hands off his chest and threw her head back, moaning. As the speed of the ravaging increased, her moans became louder, higher-pitched, until she was screaming in wordless, mindless ecstasy. She reached up and fondled her own breasts, rubbing and pinching at her nipples. As her impending orgasm drew close, she reached one hand down and rubbed at her clit, the added touch sending bolts of white-hot lightning through her body and her screams became louder. Suddenly, it was upon her, her orgasm crashing down upon her like a tidal wave, and she reached down with one small hand and clawed at the vampire's chest, hard, to incite him to even more powerful and animalistic sex. She shrieked at the top of her lungs as she came, her vagina tightening with her orgasm, the rush of her cum coating his shaft, his balls, and both their thighs as she continued to ride him. And she didn't stop, for it still wasn't enough. She wanted more, and she wanted to feed. For the first, she needed to be taken further still, and for the second, she needed him to find release...