0 comments/ 22674 views/ 1 favorites Obsequious By: elric Hear my laughter in your head It’s a pity it’s a shame nothing’s been said - Hawkwind - As the sun’s rays were absorbed into the night Jeric arose, a thousand years of dreams slipping into the darkening sky. The scents of a new evening exploded through his mind, fresh and exciting, pregnant with possibility. Through the wall of his shoddy cramped bedsit wafted the musky smell of the couple next doors recent fucking, cum juices fresh and sweet sent Jeric’s pulse racing with hunger and desire. Closing his eyes he dispelled the images from his mind, concentrating he sent himself outwards in to the night, searching as he had every night for an eternity, searching in vain for that one elusive presence. Out on the wings of the night he went causing hairs to rise on people’s necks when he passed. The city was alive with people, lights and sounds. Down a dark alley two people were in the last sweaty stages of a quick fuck. Further on a pool of blood lay cooling by a crack ridden corpse. His awareness passed through a club of black clad people writhing to an un-heard rhythm, silver chains glinting in the strobes; bodies twisting in ecstasy as the whips caressed them. Jeric, intrigued made a mental note; a place to feed. For an eternal moment Jeric scoured the city, looking for the one person he sought, the one person he’d followed from incarnation to incarnation, down the dance of the years. Caught on a wave of nostalgia he thought of the first time he had hunted her. It seemed to him that it was at the very beginning of time it’s self he had come across her. Under a full moon he had been out amongst the newly dug barrows, moonlight creating an alien world of monochrome, the smells of dead kings scenting the air, making him drunk with lust. Colours from planes unseen made his head spin a dream world of darkness and longing. Moving like a shadow in the underworld, Jeric saw her. Kneeling down her back towards him, her long blond hair silver under the light of the moon; instinct urged Jeric to leap on her and tear her throat out, to drink deep of her. Jeric needed something else though, something much sweeter…blood on an orgasmic rush. Silently he was before her, exercising his iron will he sent forth a slow smoky thought, compelling her to look up. Raising her face, she saw her death smiling serenely down at her. Pushing harder Jeric stroked pleasure centres buried deep in her mind, his body trembling with desire. “Come to me my love” Jeric’s words were soft as brushed velvet. Trembling she stood and slipped her dress off her shoulders, with scarcely a whisper it pooled at her feet. Naked she stood tall and proud, moon silver, perfect, and a dream. Silently Jeric slipped out of his clothes, light radiated from his naked body blinding the girl, as she fell backward dazed Jeric reached out and caught her, his mind pushing further into hers and for a second they were as one person. Setting her down on the soft grass Jeric pulled her face toward his hard jutting cock, with a small moan she opened her mouth and took his cock to the hilt. Jeric closed his eyes and smiled, reaching down he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her off his cock and took a breast in his hand, he could feel the nipple harden against his palm. Moving his hand down to her crotch he cupped her vagina, letting the slick wetness seep through his fingers. With a gentle caress he moved his hand up her body and over her breasts, his nails leaving behind five trails of wetly shining crimson. With a quick darting motion Jeric was lapping up the slowly oozing blood, his senses on fire. Again he moved his hand down to her vagina, this time taking his time, one, two then three fingers were pumping in and out of her wet cunt, making her moan with need. Gently he bit her neck just hard enough to draw blood, the combination of her fisting and Jeric biting on her neck was too much for the girl and the first waves of orgasm started to wash through her body, quickly Jeric withdrew his finger form her cunt, moans of frustration escaped the girls semi parted lips. Pushing her back onto the ground Jeric climbed on top of her and pushed his cock into her in one motion. Slowly at first then with greater speed he started to fuck her. Faster and harder he went; the girl caught in the rhythm started to come again. Her muscles gripped his hard cock as if it were an iron bar. All the while Jeric maintained eye contact, fucking her mind as he was fucking her body. Dancing together on the waves of orgasm, they came together in a screaming climax. At that peak of ecstasy Jeric’s teeth plunged through the soft, silky skin of her neck and tapped into her life force. As her blood sprayed the inside of his mouth his spunk sprayed the tight insides of her cunt. In her final second of awareness the girl pushed back, using her own orgasm’s power; searing were her thoghts burning Jeric’s mind with images of a future yet to come, a future of an un-holy lust/love. It was over. Sated Jeric pulled out of her and vowed they would meet again, frowning he wondered where that thought had come from, with a shake of his head he gathered his clothing and wandered into the night. And back to his room, the seductive voice of the dark calling to him growing more insistent, a call that could not be denied. With a scream Jeric jumped through his window, shards of glass cutting his face and hands. Darkness had his soul this night, a chaotic urge to experience, to destroy. With a soft thud Jeric landed in a crouch, lithe as a cat, his face nearly healed in the time it had taken to fall the 30 feet from his window. A couple finding him suddenly in front of them screamed and fled, shards of glass cutting them as they ran, a sharp silver rain, Jeric’s laughter mocking them. Only one thought was in his mind, as he prowled the streets, invisible in the shadows. Feeding, a force so strong its presence was a dull ache throughout his being. On the periphery of Jeric’s vision strange shapes moved, smoky and indistinct, ghosts crowding his mind. For a brief instance he was elsewhere, on his knees naked before a queen, collared and submissive a willing slave. As fast as the vision had come it had gone replaced with the city’s own demons, crowding in on him, laughing. With a shout so loud that it broke several windows Jeric ran from the encroaching army of the past. Moving at full speed he was invisible to the hoards of people that surrounded him, as a dark mist Jeric wove through them, driven by fear and need he homed in the club he’d first visited in his vision. Traversing London in time strobe it by neon he approached the club as a destroying angel, using his mind he pushed by the door and entered a world inhabited by those who wished themselves different, immortal. Music blared from massive speakers that took up an entire wall of the dimly lit club; it’s hypnotic beats holding all present in a trance. The room dim to the point of blackness was mainly empty, a couple be-decked in leather and silver moved as one on the dance floor, drugs joining their minds in an existence of entwined desire. Against the far wall shadowy figurers cavorted around another couple. The man was tied spread eagled whilst his mistress whipped him, over and over. Each blow driving his cock deeper and deeper into the girl bent over before him. The whole club pulsed with a warped desire, a need to be, to push the boundaries of experience to the limit. Lost in his reverie Jeric didn’t notice the figure crawl up to him head down. “Master, my Lord of the Night” a deep voice intoned “I am your slave master. How can I serve?” Jeric looked down at the man kneeling before him, with a laugh he kicked him hard in the face cutting his lips and loosening several teeth. Looming above him Jeric hissed “You could serve me only in your death you piece of shit; give me your drugs and fuck off” With trembling hands the man handed over his drugs, eyes a wash with fear and desire, after all these years he’d found what he’d sought. Jeric snatched a small white package out of the mans hand, turned away and sniffed a large quantity of white powder. The effect was instant; a cool buzzing wrapped around his brain, bringing every thing into a clear new focus, free he stalked the club. For a heart stopping moment time stood still, she was there, the one, chained arms above her head, the chains stretching up into the smoky dark. Then the moment was gone, however the seed having been planted Jeric decided to stay and watch the entertainment unfold. The girl suspended by her wrists was naked bar a pair of thigh high leather boots. Before her stood another woman dressed entirely in a black PVC catsuit, one hand was wedged up between the girls thighs making her squirm, in the other a riding crop which was beating the tied girls arse. Jeric could feel himself becoming aroused, stepping forward he cupped the tied girl’s breasts in his hands, fingers pinching her nipples hard, making her squirm. Bending forward Jeric kissed her full on the lips his tongue darting into her warm wet mouth, her spit was like nectar to Jeric, withdrawing his tongue she bit down on his bottom lip, blood weld in his mouth, with his lust mounting, Jeric smeared his blood all oven the girls face and pinched her nipples harder. Releasing her breasts Jeric put one hand between her thighs and one between her red spread arse cheeks. Both holes were filled with his probing fingers, thrusting into her with in time with the tempo of the whip now beating a cruel rhythm on his back. Jeric could feel himself getting harder and harder almost to the point of pain, he slipped sideways through time. I can picture our next meeting… You will stand blindfolded in a room, candlelight illuminates you body, naked apart from clothing sacred to the art of sex. So softly will I caress you, touching you here licking you there stocking the fires of desire. I can feel your tits in my mouth, the nipples swelling, hardening as I bite them. I run my tongue down your body, past your navel tasting each part of you, working my way down to your moistening sex. Taking one of your hands I place it on my cock and tell you to start wanking it. I love the feeling as you start to slowly rub my cock. My hands continue to caress you, parting your thighs I slip two fingers into your tight hole, your already very wet, I keep well away from your clit, I want your desire and need to build slowly, my tongue entwined with yours. You’re starting to pant now, to beg me to rub your clit just a bit. Letting you go I lead you to the bed in the corner of the room, gently I lay you down and spread your legs, your sex is glistening with moisture as I lean forward my tongue darting into your wet cunt, licking and probing sucking your clit. Round and round I lick occasionally dipping into your hot pulsing sex, your hips are moving in time with my tongue. I want to hear you beg for me to put my cock into you and fuck you hard. By now I am ready and with one hard push I shove my cock into you up to its hilt; your warmth envelops me. It feels so good fucking you, I build the pace slowly then faster and faster as we climb the curve to orgasm, you come with a scream, my spunk floods you as I bite down hard upon your neck in rapture. Flashing strobes pulled Jeric back into his body, he was fucking the girl from behind as her companion whipped him to a bloody climax. He could feel himself coming, as he spurted in to her cunt Jeric leant forward grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head right back. Lunging forwards he ripped out her throat and drank her soul. Obsequious Ch. 2 Chapter 2 We are the dead who are never led We are the warriors on the edge of time We hide inside your brains we lurk inside your minds - Hawkwind - After the carnage in the club, the cool city air was a welcome relief to Jeric’s super charged awareness. Before the night was alive, now it seemed as if it were solid with sensation, taking another hit of the white powder Jeric stalked the streets. Turning left down an alley he was a thing out of nightmare, a shadow from another time another becoming. As he strode through the filth and debris a scent reached him borne on the solid air, it told of another of his kind. Stopping Jeric sniffed the air straining his senses to the limit. The presence he detected was powerful, so powerful that it had spanned the timelines of possible futures, with a smile Jeric stepped sideways through time. This was another London another time, the alley was the same yet subtly different, the colours somehow muddier, muted. Walking to the end of the alley he stepped on to the main road. Neon illuminated the flat starless sky with garish reds and blues; the light casting strange and twisted shadows that danced with the promise of a thousand exquisite pleasures. Sending forth his mind Jeric easily found the presence that he had detected back in his London, here it was much stronger, almost overwhelming in it’s intensity; Jeric locked himself in on the presence and followed. Walking slowly he passed shops and bizars, all offering services and pleasures beyond measure, a large group of people emerged from the doorway of one, laughing and jostling they pushed past him, the smell of blood rising from them, thick and heavy. One girl came out of the doorway slightly behind the others, her face pale and drawn her lips thin and spiteful. Jeric staring at her, saw that puncture marks decorated the smooth skin of her neck. She stopped in front of him one hand went absently to her neck whilst the other pushed down the front of her skirt “Please” she moaned, and turned her head to one side exposing her much bitten neck to him. “Please” She moaned again. This display of shameless need made Jeric hard as he stepped toward the girl, enfolding her thin body in his arms he pierced her neck. All the previous users of this piece of meat had stopped short of draining it completely; Jeric in his state of arousal drank deep; ejaculating into his trousers as he did so. Looking up he stared after the girl’s friends as they wound their way down the street – uncaring. Jeric could feel the presence; it was nearer now, achingly close, thoughts swirled through his head could it be her? His nemesis after all these lonely years of searching since her last death, was it nearly time? Drunk with destiny he stumbled along the road, no longer paying attention to the things around him. Images flashed before his inner eye, faces from the past, some serene, some taunting him with unfulfilled promise, emotions writhing in gossamer streams were choking his heart. So caught up in his reverie Jeric nearly missed the plain wooden door set slightly back from the road, it was of heavy oak, darkened by the passage of time set in a door frame of stone, carved to resemble a man and a woman writhing in ecstasy / agony, it was the maw of a demon, a road to hell. This was the place… Jeric pushed at the door, it opened without a sound swinging inward on well-oiled hinges. A dark corridor opened up before him, the tension in the air was so strong it was palpable, it spoke of desire and danger and dreams of dark places. Taking a deep breath Jeric walked into the all-consuming darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he could see that the walls were of black marble, dark veins of red ran through it like blood. Sending out his awareness Jeric could sense no end to the passageway it seemed to stretch off to an infinite night. Determined he walked on for what felt like an age before he felt hands like vices grab his elbows from behind. With his arms pinned Jeric attempted to twist around and tear the throat out of his assailant, there was no one there, hissing his anger the world went black as a leather hood came down over his head. Disorientated Jeric felt an iron collar snap tightly around his neck as he was dragged unceremoniously forwards. Deprived of his sight Jeric heightened his senses of smell and hearing he could hear nothing but the hiss of his boot tips being dragged along the smooth floor. Smell though was different, he caught a myriad of scents on the air, perfumes exotic and dark, sweat and sex were sharp but the base note was the metallic odour of blood, it seemed to permeate the air the stone, pulsing with a life of it’s own a real force. An unexpected blow to the backs of Jeric’s knees sent him sprawling face down on the cold floor, instinctively he lashed out to hit only air. Swearing he felt the mask being pulled off of his head, light from a thousand candles caused him to squint as he looked around the room. A woman stood before him, around here were figures frozen in the acts of sex, unmoving they were as statues. “Welcome Jeric, welcome to my corner of paradise” The woman purred her voice hypnotic though barely more than a whisper. Dry mouthed Jeric looked up at her, their eyes met and locked, Jeric realised that he was in the presence of a being older and more powerful than him by far. “What’s the matter Jeric? Cat got your tongue?” Her mockery stung like whips forcing himself into action, Jeric started to get to his feet. “Stay where you are” Her voiced boomed, it’s volume hurting his ears “You do nothing unless I command you. Understand?” Jeric deafened nodded “Good” She said in a softer, quieter voice. Bending down she picked up the length of chain attached to Jeric’s collar. Jerking it she pulled Jeric along on his hands and knees. “Come my pet follow me and I will show you some of my treasures. Enjoy this as it is to be your fate my slave” They came before a statue of two women one was bent over forwards her wrists chained to her ankles, her face pressed into the shaven groin of the other. “Aren’t these two divine, oh the pleasure they’ve given me” As she spoke she slipped out of her leather cat suit. Naked she stood before Jeric; lithe and oiled she gleamed in the black light of the room. “Watch Jeric, watch and despair at your future” In front of him the two figures started to writhe and moan. Jeric’s companion went over to them and pulled the unchained woman to her knees, grabbing her hair she forced her face into her groin “Fuck me with your tongue slave, fuck me and make me cum” The woman needed no prompting, from where he knelt Jeric could see her tongue lapping in and out of his mistresses sex, fangs grazing her labia, catching the light, shining in the dark. His mistress was starting to go wild, reaching forward she dug her nails into the girls ribs raking them upwards to the girls firm pert breasts she left thin streams of crimson dripping into small puddles on the floor. The chained girl seeing this was struggling against her bonds, Jeric could see her thighs getting wetter as her pussy started to gush juices. “Jeric my sweet, my pet are you enjoying this” Moaned his mistress, as she rode the wing of an intense orgasm, her voice husky with lust. “Is it turning you on? Do you want to fuck her” A Scarlet tipped finger pointed to the chained girl. Jeric nodded, trying to fight the feel of his cock straining against his trousers, trying to shut out the hellish tableaux before him. “Come here Jeric” Jeric arose and started towards his mistress “On your knees you fucking idiot” She screamed at him. Falling to his knees he crossed the last couple of feet between them. “Now strip for me you fucker, I want to see you wank for me” Stripping off his clothes Jeric took his iron hard cock in hand and started to slowly rub. “Ah how sweet you look, how vulnerable” Grabbing the slave whose head was still buried between her thighs she pulled her face back, leaning forwards she licked her own juices off of the girls face. “Now slut I want to see you suck his cock, right down your throat” With a viscous shove she pushed the girls face down to wards Jeric's cock, pre-cum glistening in the dim light. Cool wet lips enveloped him; Jeric gasped as his cock disappeared into the velvety mouth, her fangs just grazing his cocks head. “Good isn’t she” Crooned his dark Queen “Now taste my cunt and find out why the little slut loves tongue fucking me” Standing up the Queen of the Night grabbed Jeric’s head and pushed his face into her dripping pussy. For an eternity Jeric pumped his tongue in and out of his Queen, licking her clit and occasionally running his tongue down the velvet crack of her arse, while his cock was sucked and teased by the other slave. “Now my toy, I want to see you fuck” With a jerk he was pulled out of the soft wet mouth and onto his feet his cock thick and throbbing. Night led him and the cocksucker round behind the chained woman. “Stick your cock into her cunt Jeric” With a shove in the small of his back Jeric slid inside her all the way to the hilt of his cock, it was like being gripped in a hot tight vice. “Slowly now, cum too fast and I’ll tear your throat out” Jeric nodded dumbly, her tone left nothing to the imagination, through his ecstasy his mind whirled, never in all his time had he ever met a being as powerful as this, his Queen of the night, Goddess of the dammed. Moans snapped him out of his reverie, chained slave was asking him to fuck her harder and faster, Jeric knew he daren’t so he kept an even rhythm, pulling all the way out before sliding his cock all the way in hard. Concentrating he felt a pair of hands pry his arse cheeks apart and a long tongue start to lick and probe at his arse hole. “Does that feel good?” a demon whispered in his ear, nails raking bloody furrows in his back, pleasure and pain making his head spin. “Can you feel your spunk building? Shall I give you the ultimate rush?” Jeric could feel fangs pressing against the side of his throat. Moaning he tilted his head, exposing more of his throat, teeth pierced his skin. Despite himself he could feel himself cumming, the chained one was squeezing, squeezing herself tighter around his cock which was so hard it almost hurt. The force of a whip across his back drove him deeper into the hot tight cunt of the chained one. Again and again the whip cracked, pleasure and pain exploded in Jeric’s mind as he came shooting his spunk deep inside chains of desire. Obsequious Ch. 3 In the first second of forever I thought of the long past that had led to now And never...Never... - hawkwind - I awoke in confusion. I Jeric who am immortal, never ending. I precursor of the white light, whose dawning opens more doors than seen even in the eyes and hearts of the charlatan sages and mystics that rob you mortals of a vision so vast. So here I am trapped in a prison with the appearance of paradise for those of us with appetites jaded by an eternity of experience. She could kill me, of that I am certain; the razor whip wielded with love could end all that I've created myself to be. This frightens me, not because I fear my end; but because I want that end to be at the hands of my angel of lust, of desire. As I lie here tied spread eagled on my back; chained by more than the mere physical, my demons rise to haunt me, to tease me with things that were once pleasurable. Always your face rises from the bloody mists that encircle my awareness, the same yet different as we travelled along the tide that is time; how often have I taken you? De-flowering you? Stripping away the layers in fits of passion bordering on the insane, each lifetime seeing you learn more about me, watching you remember more with each drop of blood I drain from your sweet throat. As I lie here waiting for my Queen, I fancy that I can feel you lowering your self onto my rock hard cock, searing me with your warmth. You feel so good; I can see you silhouetted against the candlelight, your breasts pert, nipples hard. I wish with all my being that I could reach up and take them in my hands, but my chains are too much, frustrating me. Your rhythm is driving me wild, bringing me to the edge of cumming. Is this dreaming? I can feel you! Your teeth on my nipples, biting, the pain concentrating in my cock, is this it the final ritual, building on the wings of the small death, the orgasm. You feel so good grinding against me, I start to writhe with the build up of release. "I see Jeric is ready for us!" Her voice and I am pulled back to the here and now. She's standing in front of me; one of her pets is on hands and knees, a leash around her neck. Even in the semi dark I can see the lash marks that decorate her body. "How are you my dear?" She purrs "Are you ready for my pleasure" Tonight she is dressed in a black leather body harness her breasts pushed up and forwards. I hate it how she manages to turn me on despite myself; I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock. With a laugh she leans over me and ties a thin strip of leather around the base of my cock and balls, pulling it tight I gasp. "Are you ready Jeric?" she asks again, I nod. With a tug she pulls her pet onto the bed with me, remnants of my dream still linger as the pets face is yours, or is it a spell crafted for her entertainment; cruel is this Queen of mine. With a contemptuous wave of her hand she signals you to lie down atop of me, my cock caught between the tops of your thighs, teasingly held against your hot wet entrance, heat radiates from you in waves. I log to push inside of you and start fucking but the chains prevent me. This torture so sublime it hurts. You writhe and whimper as a whip cuts into the tender flesh of your back, my cock presses close to your hot vagina. "Count the strokes little one" Your Goddess instructs, softly you count the strokes to ten, I can see tears of pleasure/pain in your eyes, your writhing driving me mad with desire, my bollocks aching with their trapped spunk. The whipping stops and you are pulled off me, grabbing your hair she forces your head into her crutch, being an obedient pet you know what she wants and you start to lick. I can see your long tongue working on her clit and hole, lapping at her heavenly juices. Before I realise it I let out a whimper, I need to taste you to stick my tongue up inside your cunt, to swallow your juices. In a blur my dark Queen slices furrows in my chest with her razor sharp nails. Moaning she starts to wank me off, I need to cum so badly it's unbearable. Dark mistress pulls you away from her cunt and orders me to clean your face; softly I lick her juices from your delicate face, savouring the sweet taste. With you above me so soft and beatific I get an overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into your soft throat, straining against my chains I move forwards teeth bared ready, cock twitching and pulsing. Teasing me you move away from my teeth and position your pussy just out of reach of my teeth. Her voice in my ear "Make her arsehole wet for me my pretty" A flick of her tongue in my ear and I set to work on pets arsehole, my tongue delving deep, probing as far as I can get. Fucking your arsehole with my tongue, tensing I make it nearly as hard as my cock. Her, the dark ones hand grasps my cock as you writhe against my face moaning. A shift of weight on the bed and I impale my Queen to the hilt, my bollocks hurt with the need to come. After two stokes she climbs off me leaving me slick and wet with her juices, bitch I hate her/want her. Leaning down by the side of the bed She grabs something, when she comes back into my line of sight I can see she's wearing a large strap on dildo. "Have you made her nice and wet for me? Mr Jeric" Grabbing you she slides the dildo straight into your arse, I see you tense as the head penetrates you, stretching you wide open. From where I'm lying I get a perfect view as she rams it in and out of your arse, I start to lick furiously at your clitoris, I can feel your body getting tenser and tenser, a coiled spring awaiting release. She stops... "Now pet untie our visitor" She hisses. You scramble to obey, your thighs streaked with juices and my spit shine in the light. "Are you ready for your turn Jeric" I nod expecting something like this, she grabs me and flips me over onto my front. Hurriedly I am re-chained; I feel your breath hot against my arse as you start to get me wet. Our dark Queen stands in front of me obscenely wanking the dildo, a look of cruel amusement on her face. With a final smile she moves out of my field of vision and I tense up waiting. I don't have to wait long with one vicious shove the dildo enters me splitting me in two as my cock spasms. I can feel you sucking on my cock, its too much, Demons claws rake my back and the heady stench of blood fills the room. Mercilessly she fucks me harder and harder as you suck my cock. In spite of the strap tightly wrapped around my cock and balls I start to come, violently I spasm, with a slap your head is pushed away from my jerking cock and my spunk lands in a sticky puddle on the sheets and not in your hot wet mouth. Her laughter is loud as she continues to fuck my aching arsehole. She has no mercy. I lie unchained, sore and used as you are led away on all fours, gag tight in your mouth, you look so inviting your pussy exposed, inflamed and wet, the red stripes from your whipping enhancing your figure. I long to escape this heavenly hell, my need to find you is growing as the wheel turns.