Savannah's Sacrifice Ch. 02

"May we mount you?" number two whispered against the smoothness of her breast as his fingers teased along her smaller opening behind.

"Yes," she almost shouted, and before she could change her mind number two moved quickly beneath her, spreading her legs and for the first time she felt the odd hardness of his arousal as it pressed against her anus. Her mind struggled to understand what felt so strange, but then number one was standing over her and she saw at once what it was -- his aroused penis was misshapen, a large, throbbing corkscrew that writhed and twitched as he moved closer and she tried to scream. But it was no use, she had already given her consent and they needed nothing more, so that he forced her legs suddenly, almost brutally apart and began to root against her like a beast. He grunted and snorted as his lips found her nipples once more and she shudder when she felt the writhing penis squirm against her entrance before twisting and forcing its way inside.

"Oh god!" she screamed out, pleasure consumed and riddled with pain as number two suddenly buried his own twisted shaft into her small opening behind in perfect unison with number one, who was now retreating from her pussy only to plunge again as his counterpart withdrew from below. It was a sensually bizarre entanglement of legs and arms as they began to fuck her ruthlessly, pounding into her like wild animals and heaven help her but she became lost to the deliciousness of it, feeling her body swell and explode in a repeating crescendo of feeling unlike anything she had ever known. Her orgasms were violent and painful, consuming and empowering, and the wicked pleasure of it repulsed and aroused her in a way that had her grunting and rooting in return, bucking wildly between them as their oddly deformed cocks worked her with ruthless demand and their hot, seeking mouths suckled and licked along her burning flesh.

For hours it seemed she lay with them, feeling each swell and knot inside of her before filling her with gushing fluids of release, only to retreat and then mount her once more. At times she was certain it was more animal than human that sought the taste of her skin, and more than once she was sure she had felt the unmistakable presence of fur before it faded to reveal smooth skin once more. But these thoughts she pushed aside as over and over again they took her, a bitch in heat that succumbed to their demands with eagerness and greed, twitching and flailing as she spread her legs to eagerly accept their demanding arousal.

And when her blood at long last cooled and the haze began to clear, she shook her head and sat slowly up in bed to find herself once more alone within the grand room. She pushed back her hair and stared all about, eyes seeking, searching, but she saw no one, and then she began to laugh almost hysterically. A dream after all, she thought, believing she must have somehow all but walked in her sleep to her bed and become lost to some bizarrely erotic dream, a result of her overstretched nerves. She threw back the covers, feeling the sudden need to relieve herself, and gasped when she looked down.

As if the ache between her legs was not proof enough when she moved to stand, she turned to look down and saw that the sheets were stained with all manner of blood and fluids. Then her eyes saw the untouched platter of fruit and cheese that sat on the small serving cart.

Pressing the back of her hand against her mouth she ran for the bathroom and bent over the cool porcelain of the toilet, and began to vomit.

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He walked slowly around the bed, his face hidden by shadow as he allowed his fingers to trail lightly along the edge of the thick furs she had kicked to one side. Her skin was like fine porcelain, unblemished and smooth, her cheeks stained a rosy flush of red from the fever that still held sway. He paused and closed his eyes to breathe deep, once more lost for a time in the beguiling scent of her innocence as it whispered against the iciness of his heart. His blood ran hot and he felt himself grow thick and full with need, and he had to fight desperately against the temptation to pierce her maidenhood, caring not if it meant the eternal damnation of his soul.

She moaned and he was on full alert as his eyes snapped open, skimming over her small form before coming to rest upon the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the thin chemise she now wore. Young and firm, the creamy swell of tender flesh made him ache deep inside with a fierce hunger unlike any he'd ever known. Unable to help himself, he allowed a sensual purr to rumble from within his chest at the thought of curling his tongue around the puckered pink buds that pressed against the gauzy fabric. Her lips pursed gently as her brow knitted together at some unknown disturbance deep within her dreams, and he tore his eyes away from the rounded firmness of her youth, reaching out to run the length of one chilled finger along the plump, smooth moistness of her mouth. The beast within raged and cried out, wanting desperately to fill the wondrous secrets of its velvety darkness with all that he was, to possess her and dominate her, taste her, become her.

Outside thunder bellowed and shook the skies, and he shivered with need as he forced himself to ease back into the shadows and away from the bed where she lay. To taste the sweetness of her was to taste the end of hope, and yet he still could not say with any great certainty that it would not be worth the price.

"She is most beautiful," Nexia's voice called softly from all around, and he welcomed the soothing effect she had upon his tortured need. "I have never known the closeness of innocence before," she said, and for the first time he heard an inflection of curiosity from the normally placid tones that she used when spoke.

"I cannot remember the last time I was so close to the tempting pulse of purity, and cannot deny that the beast within rages to possess and taste her."

"It is forbidden!" she said with a hiss of words, and he turned to see her solidifying behind him. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her uncommon display of -- dare he call it -- concern?

"Dear Nexia, if I did not know better, I'd think you were starting to care for me."

She sniffed her disapproval in the darkness and he allowed himself a rare curve of his lips as he smiled.

"Do not worry, it will be our secret," he teased, and he felt a rush of wind pass through him as she expelled a soft sigh.

"It is hard not to feel affection for one who has been so kind to me as you have," she said at last, in a momentary loss of restraint. He felt her sadness as it caressed around him. "My entire existence has been spent in service to Yardley Manor and the Lords who have ruled here, and I tell you true that most dared used me in ways that left me fouled and empty. You have shown me the kindness of a brother in your own way, and so it should be no great secret that I have a genuine fondness for you." As she spoke, she shimmered and wavered before him, going from warm, soothing tones of autumn gold to brilliant, icy shades of blue and green. Her form would dissolve and reform before him in a sensual ballet of glistening droplets that smoothed and blended into one another before pulling slowly apart once more.

"Where are the others?" He asked after a time as he turned back to the young woman who now slept in his bed. He felt the familiar coldness return at the memory of the man and woman who'd brought her here. This place was meant for them, for he had already seen the blackness of their souls and knew the depravity of their sins; they would be judged accordingly, and would find no escape from the hell that had reached out to call them home.

His eyes then caressed over the inviting curves of innocence once more; SHE, however, should never have known the ugliness of this place, and as such her very presence demanded he return her before he found he could not.

"They have been given rooms, my Lord, and are anxious for the girl. They fear you will find out the truth."

"As well they should," he snarled. "Tell them they are expected for dinner, and prepare the main hall for a feast. I want their bellies full and their minds dulled with wine when Dromador comes -- long has that foul monster complained that I've been overlooking his house. Tonight, it appears I will at last be able to appease his complaints to the Master's council by giving him two very young, very tantalizing new toys to play with."

"Dromador's complaints will be soothed, I think, if he is allowed the opportunity to introduce them to the purging process. It is no secret that he is the most vile of them all, I believe. And if it is possible, I think that this pleases me. I do not like the ugliness that I feel within these two -- they have brought much pain and death to those who deserved neither."

He simply nodded in answer and continued to studied the stirring warmth of the beauty of one who now marked his own bed with her scent. Realizing he was now lost to himself again for a time, Nexia shimmered into a pulsing glow of brilliant red before rushing out in a howling gust of wind to tend to their guests.

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Swirling water and seething foam roiled angrily all around, a maelstrom that seemed more protector than predator as it howled and raged beyond the thick walls of stone, keeping the undesirable out rather than trapping the unwilling within. Savannah's spirit compelled her to dance as music played within the shadows of her mind and she had no will to resist, closing her eyes and allowing her body to move through a series of languid, easy movements that were made all the more seductive by the naïve way in which she allowed her natural sexuality to command her. She twirled and she dipped, the sheer fabric of her gown floating around her legs and making it appear is if she were dancing among the clouds, and she smiled with joy, her eyes close and face lifted up towards some unseen sun that kissed upon the softness of her skin.

She knew that he watched her, could feel the heat of his eyes upon her, hungry and predatory as he pulled the scent of her deep within his lungs. It was both monster and man that basked in the brightness of her, yet she felt no fear, for she could sense no malice from him. Rather, it was something deeper and less sinister, a spiritual connection that made her skin prickle and her mouth feel dry. Did he like the way that she danced, she wondered? Did she please him?

Because while she couldn't explain it, she wanted desperately to please him.

The slow, slumberous beat of the music continued to pulse within and without, making her body hum and her pulse quicken with awareness of her own eroticism, feeling his need beat against her so that her nipples began to ache and the softness between her legs began to grow warm and moist with desire. She could see him there and she could not, could feel him wrap around her even as he pulled away, and it was a maddening sensation of need that made her whimper and call out to him, whoever he was -- whatever he was -- wanting him to take what she had been saving for so long. Surely, heaven help her but God yes surely she had been saving it for him, for this moment!

She felt the heat of him then, an icy heat that both burned and chilled with a touch and she shivered as phantom lips pressed lightly along the back of her slender neck. He was there and he was not, and oh but how she wanted to know the completeness of him inside of her! Madness, some rational part of her called out, a journey within darkness that could come to no good, but her body and her mind were of two separate entities, and even as sanity reached desperately out for her, brazen need held her within the grasp of madness and she knew that only he could quench the flames that now licked along sensitive flesh.

Without warning the room began to sway and tilt, and she experienced a moment of dizzying nausea before the music began to play once more, this time accompanied by the soft, mingling of laughter that told her there were now others here with her. She had the unsettling sensation of being enveloped within a grand ballroom, surrounded by Lords and Ladies who danced and circled about her even as they remained hidden behind the thick curtain of moisture and mist all around.

Suddenly, he was there, and for all the world she found that she could scarcely breathe for one terrifying moment, stricken by an arousing mixture of fear and anticipation as he slowly solidified. She tried desperately to make out the features of his face, but this was kept hidden from her as shadows seemed to swirl and tease around ebony eyes as they danced along the curve of her face.

From across the room she watched him, mesmerized by the raw sexual hunger that clung to him. His movements were lithe and sensual, making her stomach clenched with unfamiliar desire. Without understanding how it had happened, suddenly all that she was ached to embrace the whisper of his voice against the edges of her soul. She wanted nothing more than to be submersed beneath the dizzying tide of decadence, knowing she would gladly surrender her very sanity to know the danger of his need. In a single, instant rush of thought she was overcome by an unsettling truth: she would give all that she had, all that she was, for one night of his touch; to have him buried so deep inside of her that she would never be free.

He continued to move towards her, his stare on her penetrating and possessive, holding her captive as his mouth curved into the smallest of smiles, Her heart began to beat furiously against her chest as her pulse raced, blood surging through her veins to keep pace with her growing need of him. Instinctively, she brought her hand to her throat in a gesture of protection and had to beat back the urge flee. Run! the voice inside her head called out to her. Run, now, before it was too late!

But truth is a harsh mistress, and she knew she could not escape him -- did not want to escape him.

And then he was before her, and she gasped with the sudden clarity of him. He was tall, well over 6 feet, with jet black hair swept loosely back from his face and secured in a small tail at the base of his neck. His face was chiseled perfection; hard, masculine and strong, and she had to fight the urge to run her hands up over the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders. He bowed slightly from the waist as he reached for her hand, raising it to his mouth to place the softest of kisses against the smooth skin.

He smiled at her as he leaned forward to speak softly, and she froze, shaken by the heat of him.

"Do not fear me, little one, for I am simply here to dance." His breath was warm against her cheek, his voice rich and smooth, pleasing to the ears and promising to the soul. In his eyes there was a hint of amusement as he tugged at her hand. "Come. Dance with me. You are quite safe, I assure you." His smile broadened, reaching his eyes and lending spark to his probing gaze. Powerless to resist, she returned his smile nervously before dropping her eyes and nodding.

His fingers slid down to encircle her small wrist, the gesture oddly possessive and pleasing to her. They moved towards one another as the music began to filter through her senses once more, weaving its spell of seduction. She shivered again as he held her to him, one strong hand pressing into the small of her back as the other slid along her arm, the moist warmth of his breath teasing against her ear as he casually pressed the hardening length of his need against her.

"What is wrong, little one?" He whispered softly as they turned, folding her hand into his to hold it against his chest. "You are trembling."

He looked down into her eyes and saw his desire mirrored there, blazing and hot, and the shock of it hit him like a physical blow so that he began to growl. Bending down lower still, he nibbled softly at the corner of her mouth, his tongue teasing casually along the parted seam of her lips to taste the cotton candy sweetness of her.

She opened beneath him, her juices flowing and her blood heated as he slid against her. His body was a wall of strength, hard and demanding; hers was a body of softness and curves, pliant and yielding. She moved into him, an act as natural to her as breathing, then sighed as he pulled away. She was about to speak when a piteous howl tore into the night, an unholy sound of anguished torment that echoed within her mind and tore at her soul, and it took her a moment to realize that the sound was coming from him. He backed away from her even as he continued to scream out, and she began to cry as she chased after him, desperate to keep him here, driven to ease his pain.

But then he was gone; and the music stopped, and the light grew dim. The voices around her began to splinter and fade, and the room grew small once more as she sank to the ground in despair. She wailed against the storm as his cries echoed deep into the night, feeling him run from her, knowing the moment when he was gone completely.

And then the blackness took her once more, and all was nothing again for a time as the world closed back off around her and dreamless slumber claimed her again.

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