Red Moon Rising
Chapter 16: The Sound of Obedience
“The sooner we get started the sooner you’ll never need think again . . . come. I want to show you where I’ve been these years.” Red continues to overwhelm my senses, and I can feel them buckling more every moment. “Of course, that location will be the throne from which I rule your world, and with that a fair bit more accessible . . . but things some there are needed for my goal. I mostly came through now to stop a traitorous child . . . and to fetch you.”
Me! Oh goddess, she means me! Being important enough for her to factor me into her plans makes me feel . . . sacred. I’ve never felt sacred before. Maybe good, or important, but never sacred.
Lida makes a groggy waking sound, but I barely glance toward her. Olivia does look so gorgeous with her golden body reflecting Red’s light. Red’s light is so much stronger and so much better than mine. Mine can only resist, struggle, and dissolve . . . but hers makes breathing better than cumming.
It feels so good, even if it does make it a little difficult to breathe very deeply. If I were to breathe too deeply I might melt away with all of the pure, delicious lust her presence floods into me. My vision is already swimming with red. It feels like being under water, only drowning in an ocean of desire. She’s that captivating. She’s that perfect.
She grins wider, making a deep part of me clench and arch toward her. “Mmm . . . You have the most beautiful silver eyes. They’re even prettier than your dear mother’s. Those eyes were certainly lovely to stare into during those starlit nights, back when I thought that having a consort was the proper path instead of merely favored subjects. It was your mother who taught me that, you know.”
“Shall I accompany you, or shall I await you here?” Quillspawn’s voice sounds so much prettier with the red filling my ears. I’m still upset with her, disappointed that she’s still alive even if I didn’t want her to die, but it . . . doesn’t matter. If her presence makes Red happy, it makes me happy.
The thought of my mother and her, together, staring into each other’s eyes, makes my thighs rub together so desperately. I could imagine being their little serving girl, fetching whatever they desired and doing any action they could want. It’s sad to think that my mother hurt her in some way that made her not desire something. How could a desire be robbed by the very fount of desire herself? It’s a cruel poetic injustice that makes me want to pin my mother down and force understanding into her the quickest way I know.
Maybe I could spark my lower lips and get some more relief while sparking away all of her foolishness. I wish I could bring my hands to touch myself to relieve this urgent desire for pleasure, but somehow that seems so vulgar. Doing that in front of her unless she asks . . . it wouldn’t be right. It would be improper, and I would hate to make her want to leave me behind.
“You can await my return here. Yana is again left to your care, as is the shadow slave, and the Raine woman. I only require the statue for her ease she has in carrying Lida. Do with them as you will, though I would prefer if they were at least a faint bit more cooperative upon my return.” I wish I could hear her voice forever. When Red’s lips stop moving, it almost hurts. I want more of her words. I want more of her sound. I’ve never heard a color before, and now I’m desperately craving to hear more of hers.
Red glances toward Quillspawn who responds with “Of course! They’ll be ready for you . . . they’ll all be so ready for you.” Her unspoken words, I’ll be so ready for you drip inside of me just as they do within Quillspawn.
I may not like her, but I’m glad she’s fine since we serve the same light. Desire should be fulfilled, even if I’m not. Oh how I’d love to be . . .
“Good.” Red slowly faces away from me, and I groan at the new sight. Her back arches in all of the most perfect ways, and her ass . . . goddess I want to feel my fingers sink into that supple flesh. I’d learn her favorite ways to be touched, knead her ass while tasting those delectable red nether lips . . . A breath turns into a slow whimpering moan, and Red’s wings spread wide as she laughs. They’re so long, so tall, and so beautiful. They make her look even more powerful. “Then it’s time. Lucia, be a dear and make sure that if Sarah is still insisting on resisting, she comes along nonetheless. I hardly see her being a threat.”
How does she know the names the two of us were going by .. .? It doesn’t matter, she knows which witch is which. She can read right into our souls.
“Yes, Red . . .” It hurts to pull my eyes away from her, but it’s something I have to do. If I can please that color, that raw bliss, maybe I’ll get to taste it, maybe . . . I blink my eyes and gaze first to Aniela and Yana. Still by the doors, only crumpled into melted heaps, their bodies continue to lightly squirm. They barely seem there
After forcing my legs to turn a little more solid than their gel-like state, I stand and slowly wrench my gaze away from Red. Valerie is kneeling much like I was, and her eyes are wide and glazed. A twinge of red glistens around the very edges of her violet irises in the most erotic way imaginable. She looks so lost with her mouth open and slack as every breath she takes ripples through her body to make every part of her shake in exactly the right way to make her look the most . . . seduced.
There’s no other word. It’s not being mind fucked into submission, it’s being seduced by lust and craving and desire. She makes you want her, and through wanting her you crave to do and be whatever she craves. Maybe then there would be as much relief as there is desire . . .
I look to Sarah, and she looks back at me. Her silver body is glistening with a layer of sweat identical to mine. I know that hungry look in her eyes . . . Now I know it from the other side that much better.
“I’ll . . . nnnn . . . Go with you . . . You don’t have to spark me . . .” She gasps for breath before letting out a long, slow groan. I reach out a hand, and her hand shakes before she grabs on tightly to pull herself up. Everyone else looks so far gone, but she doesn’t.
For a moment—more than a moment – I consider Red’s words. She obviously doesn’t care if Sarah can still think. Perhaps she even wants her to be thoughtful a little longer to savor the last ounce of surrender. I would love to melt Sarah down and offer her to Red just as Quillspawn planned on offering Yana, but it would feel wrong to interfere with Red’s desires.
We’re already hers, everything from here until the end of time is a whim of her preference.
Red’s perfect laugh tears all of my worry away, and I lightly grasp Sarah’s hand before turning to look. “Good, just as it should be. There’s a very special place I want to take the three of you . . . especially the dear woman who broke my heart. Did I really ask so much, Lida?”
Lida still doesn’t seem quite awake, and her voice is too quiet for me to make out exactly what she says. I can make out the words “heartless” and “bitch,” but the rest are a tired blur.
“You wound me again my silver-eyed love, but I forgive you for it. After all, you’re here with me now and you’ll never be farther than I want you again.” Red grins as she holds Lida’s jaw in her hand, leaning close to stare into her eyes. Oh goddess what I wouldn’t give to be Lida right now. To think my own mother was once Red’s lover . . . “Not much has changed since I gave you a tour my sweet little Lida, so I apologize for the redundancy. There will be a new attraction, but I’m sure your . . . daughters . . . will enjoy all of the sights just as you did.”
My mother responds, but I can’t make out anything she says. Her body has been quivering since Red held her face, but not like mine would be. She’s . . . resisting somehow. Red knows, but she doesn’t care.
I should probably be confused, but it doesn’t feel like anything matters unless that beacon of desire wants it to matter. That’s a much better way to look at life, anyway. Not everything matters. I have to stay focused on the moment. Whenever I start worrying too much, I mess up. I might not screw up my destiny again if i can stay focused . . .
That’s happened enough.
Red releases Lida’s face with a smirk, and extending a fingertip to the air before slowly drawing it down. The air ripples in front of her as her aura pulses forward, and just like the little ball Yanuka gave me, the air opens with a rippling red tear in reality. I can’t see through it from my angle, so I tug Sarah’s hand and walk closer.
She resists the tug for a moment, stumbling forward when I tug again. My body still feels wobbly weak with lust, but moving closer to Red is the easiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I want to kneel in front of her and drink in her aura, her lust, her everything.
“Come through my LaSilvas loves. Aureus, bring Lida.” Red steps through the portal, and her glow leaves the world once she’s through. Lida passes through the portal, struggling more for just a moment before her body slackens. Olivia is far too strong, especially when she’s gold. Going totally against my expectations, Sarah doesn’t fight against me at all. She seems a little wobbly, too, but she doesn’t try to spark me or stay behind. When I step through, she follows. She follows and the portal seals up behind us with a sound of wet suction.
The other side of the portal is very different from the inner sanctum. Under my boots isn’t stone, but a rich hard wood floor. All around us the walls seem to shine with a red glow that seems a pale imitation of Red’s. A tall staircase spreads out in front of us, leading up to a higher level with two doors on either side. There are too many details to take in! The rich moldings, the chandelier that hangs gracefully from the ceiling, casting a pale light through the room . . . it’s all so beautiful.
If this is where she’s been staying, I can see why it took her so long to arrive. Who would ever want to leave a place with this as a foyer? It shines with her perfect glory.
“Welcome to my realm. It has been updated with my whims over the decades, but it stays more or less the same. If my plans were not time sensitive, I would show you the entire . . . estate . . . but as it is, we have two stops. When we reach the second, I will tell you what I meant by the Red Moon.” Red’s voice drips with sensuality and every word makes me drip with that much more.
“Not much to see . . .” Lida’s voice shakes out from heavy lips as she shakes in Olivia’s arms. “It’s just self-indulgence.” Her voice sounds so sleepy in a way that makes her even sexier than usual. The words grate, but if Red is enjoying it . . .
More than enjoying it, Red laughs and grins more crookedly. “Everything worth doing is an indulgence. Who better to indulge than myself, my lady? Oh well. As I said, my time is quite important, though soon you’ll have all the time in the world to run that pretty mouth of yours. I wanted your daughters especially to see the music room. There’s a familiar face I want them to see.”
Lida sighs, not bothering to respond. Sarah might make the same sound, but I don’t pay her any mind. If she’d felt Red’s light like I had, she would understand. She would understand how insignificant we are compared to her, and how good it feels to know that. Red snaps her fingers and starts to lead the way.
We follow.
At the top of the stairs, the two huge doors open as soon as she approaches them, and the room fills with the sounds of moans. I can feel each moan ethereally sliding across my body, and it doesn’t take long for my moans to join them. Sarah grits her teeth and whimpers through them. She should just give in, already. Even Lida tiredly moans along with the perfect voices that fill the hallway. Some things aren’t worth resisting.
“We’re not paying a stop by that room, but I’m sure the girls appreciate a new set of moans to join theirs all the same.” Red’s voice doesn’t come out as a moan, but this is her domain. I wouldn’t imagine anything here affects her like it would me.
She leads us down a corridor to the right, and the door opens in front of her again. The door closes behind us once we’ve all stepped through, and I quickly try to take in the new sights. The wide room is sectioned off by a large curtain made of heavy red fabric. The curtain makes it seem small, almost as if a stage should be behind it. It’s a surprisingly plain room except for a single portrait of Red on one wall, and a gorgeous naked slave sleeping with her head resting atop a fabulously ornate piano.
Red clears her throat quietly and the woman wakes with a start. She doesn’t move from her stool, but I’ve never seen a woman sit straighter. Her body glistens with a soft layer of slickness and sweat that makes her curvy body glow in the dim light. When you glow red, I guess you don’t mind if your home is a little dark.
The pianist’s eyes shine red, and I can’t help but envy her. She must have absorbed so much of Red’s power by now that she could never hope to even remember what color her eyes used to be, much less recapture it. She’s changed even physically.
“What is my goddess’s desire?” Her voice drips with devotion in an accent I can’t place that sounds like chocolate wrapped in sex.
“Play number five, my wet little key girl. I particularly like how they mewl when you play that song.” The pianist quickly nods in response as she lifts the guard from the keys. At first I thought the piano was made of very elaborately painted wood, but at a second glance it looks more like it’s carved from a million rubies, or one that would have taken up half of my old apartment.
After the key guard rises, the curtain parts and the sight behind is something I could only imagine Red possessing. There must be somewhere near a hundred women, all naked and glistening, lined up perfectly in a row. Their eyes open as the curtain parts, and every pair glows a hauntingly beautiful red. Each woman wears a tiara on her forehead, some with a black stone while most posses white.
The pianist presses down a key, and the room’s function becomes immediately obvious when one of the women cries out musically. Soon another key presses in, and another moan follows. A woman screams every time a key slides into place, and together they blend and flow more beautifully than any music I’ve ever heard in my life.
As the song grows faster, its rising action can be heard with the intensity of their cries. Every key press must send so much pleasure right into their minds, and it makes the stones subtly shine.
Every key must deepen their obedience, as if that were any more than a formality by now. The song flows out masterfully, sounding like triumph and glory. The pianist never misses a note as she shudders on the stool behind the keys. All of it pales when Red moves toward me and looks into my eyes. Just the sight of her beautiful eyes gazing into mine makes me feel pleasure unlike anything else I’ve even imagined. My knees surrender and I gaze up at her from the floor as the sound pounds into my head.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying her performance . . . Tell me, Lucia, do you recognize any of my keys? That is the reason I brought you here, although I must admit this song is doing wonders for my mood. Hearing so many women losing themselves to pleasure and obedience at once is such a delight, isn’t it?” I nod willfully as my eyes glaze. She’s so close, I want to reach out, to touch her, but . . .
My eyes slide over to the line of women, and I try to find a woman I recognize. There are so many variations, curvy, curveless, blondes, brunettes, and . . . redheads. At the very center of the unrecognizable many, there is one that I recognize.
Before I can breathe out her name, Sarah does it for me. “Yanta . . . You turned Yanta into a part of . . . of some twisted . . . How could you . . .?”
“You were the one that broke her first, weren’t you? There was little to do with her after you’d fried away her very mind. Once Yanuka retrieved her, she was given to me. Her new purpose is so much more fulfilling to me than her old life was anyway. All she did was find women that she desired, and broke them over her knee. There was no sport to it. Her falling to a would-be slave was only a matter of time . . . and besides, she ‘sings’ divinely, doesn’t she?” Red grins and hoods her eyes as she gazes toward Sarah, before looking back down to me.
“Yes . . .” I nod slowly and lose myself inside of her eyes. They’re so deep and so perfect. I wish I could stay here forever with this song congratulating her preemptively on her victory as I smile like an idiot kneeling down in front of a goddess. The pianist was right, no other title truly fits her.
Their screams are frantically harmonious as the crescendo of the song hits. It’s an impossibly sizzling contradiction that it makes my body throb. Why does this part of a song have to mean that it’s almost over? I don’t want this to be over. This should never be over.
Looking between Red’s eyes and Yanta’s quivering body is such a perfect moment. The first witch I ever met is now a slave to the very witch goddess herself. This makes this such a perfect bookend.
The song’s final moment sounds like every key is being pressed at once, but that would be impossible. All I know for certain is that it sounds like the perfect daisy chain bursting all at once, and I join them. It’s hard to even stay kneeling after such a powerful orgasm, and I find myself melting against Red’s leg. The feeling of her bare skin makes my entire body bubble with heat and lust that feels stronger than the release.
Red’s laugh replaces the symphony of screams as I quiver against her. “That will be all, my perfect musician. Seal away the keys and go back to sleep. I won’t have need of you for awhile.”
The curtain quickly slides closed after the light click of the seal shutting over the keys. A part of me wishes that I could break Yanta out of there to atone for that mistake, but . . . this is a higher purpose than breaking salt shakers over women’s minds. I never meant to hurt her, I just wanted to be free. It’s not as if I’m free now, but a lot of important things happened between those two times . . .
I should be trying to break free now. Her red is still so strong, but I think I’m getting used to it. Feeling her skin makes it worse, but it gives me clarity. It fulfills the need for her touch enough to let me think through it. Maybe I could find a way to break free if I could stay here long enough.
“Silly little silver girl.” Her fingers slide through my hair, her nails clawing my scalp, and I groan as my head tips back to trap my gaze with hers. She must be able to- “Read your thoughts, yes. To an extent, anyway. It’s not very difficult magic when someone’s face is nuzzling into your knee. Sadly for you, we’re about to visit the last stop on our tour. There won’t be time for that.”
Her hand pushes me away and I scream at the instant return of the red need pulsing through my body. It’s so intense! I can’t tell where it stops and I start, if there’s even a point separating us.
Sarah’s eyes lock with mine, and I try to look back apologetically. I was ignoring her while she was trying to help me. Maybe I could make an aura to fend off Red’s desire if I could find a way to spread my mental light over my body. I try, but my thighs clench every time I start to get a good enough grip, and my eyes pull back hard into my head.
“None of that, Lucia. We don’t have nearly enough time. It won’t matter soon, so can’t you behave for just a few minutes more?” Red’s foot presses between my legs and the searing burst of pleasure makes my vision flash red.
For now, trying to resist is a silly thought. There’s no way I can resist with her touching me. Just having her this close makes it impossible, but purposefully touching me, like that . . . it’s different than touching her. I can feel that the red of Yunru’s lips searing along my slit, and there’s no way to do anything but scream through that feeling. My throat feels like it’s going to burst if she doesn’t stop touching me!
Her foot pulls back. My heart is beating harder than it has since I ran into the Infidels near Chronos. I’m not having a heart attack this time . . .the stimulation, the blood flow, it’s all overwhelmingly red.
“Now that we have that out of the way . . . Sarah, if you could help her stand? We have one last stop, then a quick explanation left to go. I’m a busy woman.” Surprisingly, Sarah obeys and I struggle to stand even leaning against her. “Good. You do have an extraordinary gift to be able to resist at all. Lida’s resistance was a gift I never should have given her.”
Lida takes in a breath as if she’s about to speak, but then shakes her head. We need to get out of here. This is so not a good place to be, but how could we get out of here? Especially now with her knowing that I can resist even after she gave me so much of her red bliss?
Red walks to the door, not even pausing as she steps through. Aureus follows after her before Sarah and I follow. “I’m sorry . . . goddess I wish I could have fought it off, I just . . . it’s so strong!”
“Don’t feel bad about it Lucia . . . if I’d been able to fight it off enough I could have saved you, remember . . .? We just have to keep trying to fight. We can’t give up until this is through. Just go along with her for now . . . There’s no sense in fighting until we can figure out what to do.” She’s trying to sound optimistic, but her voice sounds about as much filled with dread as with hope.
We follow Red silently. I don’t even pay attention to the color of the walls or the grain in the floors. It feels like the shrine, only modernized – which doesn’t say much considering that shrine must be older than the Roman Empire.
Finally, we end up in front of a solid gold door that Red opens by hand. “If the two of you would be so kind as to enter first?” Sarah and I shrug in unison before stepping through. The inside of the room is as gold as the door. It’s not the same shade or feel as Aureus’s gold. I know she’s not some Nesatealia creation. She’s told me enough about her powers to be certain of that. They weren’t inborn. “Good. Now Aureus, place Lida in the corner, and then march back out to the entryway. Lucia, you’ll want to say goodbye to her now.”
“Goodbye . . .?” Olivia does as she’s told, and Lida doesn’t even try to struggle. She must know what Red is capable of even more than we do. That doesn’t make me feel very hopeful. Olivia leaves without even glancing at me, and for one split second I’m tempted to run after her. I know I would never reach her, but I want to try. I need to hold back, to try when I actually have a chance. I owe her that . . .
“Yes. You see, this room . . .? It is gold to aid the magics that will soon be sealing the room shut. No teleportation, at least none of yours, will get you out. You’ll notice the door has no handle on the inside. Once this door shuts, you’ll be sealed in here until I decide to open up the door. Lida knows enough magic to keep you well fed in here for an eternity. The question would be if the three of you could keep each other sane for even half that long.” Her voice is still so powerfully arousing, even when it’s spelling out my doom in easy to understand terms. “You really are all quite delightful, but hardly worth the risk. Goodbye, Lucias, Lida . . .”
“Wait! You said you would tell us what the red moon was!” It’s not much, but it’s a little bit of a delay. She’s standing in the doorway and the three of us are inside, but maybe we could try to charge her all at once, or . . .
She shakes her head with a smirk. “This realm, my personal demiplane, was created when I found your layer of existence boring. I accepted tributes from my family, and would from time to time come out to gather new playthings if I grew bored. Tonight, the magics drained from your body, and the magic from the ritual that should have summoned me had I not redirected its efforts, will bind the energy of this realm to the moon. When it is dyed completely crimson, this world will be directly connected to yours . . . and with it, I will reach a new level of power. I’m bored of merely having toys and a small closet of existence to call my own. It is time that I had a world.”
Desperately, I pull away from Sarah and make a mad dash for the door. We never should have let her take us in here. I should have sparked Olivia and found some way to fight against Red’s glow. We shouldn’t have surrendered. I should have been stronger, for Aurora, for Sylvia, for everyone.
The gold door slams closed and my hands only barely stop me from running into it head first. On the plus side, we know what she’s planning. On the other hand . . . we’re trapped here forever. It could be worse.
The walls could be pink.