Bloodstone Ch. 02

"He'll learn. I think I shall keep him as a pet. A war with Moonstone might well be worth the cost of having this one to fuck." Magnus released Balor reluctantly, moving toward the red stone gate. "Do not let him leave, Sabina. Have him delivered to my chambers after you bathe him. Give him more of the wine to drink. You know what I want and what I expect." He bent at the waist, dropping an affectionate kiss upon the old woman's mouth. "You always know what I want and what I need." A last stroke of her cheek and he was gone, leaving Sabina staring after him, a strange look upon her face.

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Luria woke, hearing the sound of the dark master's voice. She scuttled into a corner of the room, her hands coming up to cover her groin and to cross over her breasts, struggling to hide their beauty. "No," she moaned, once more feeling the fear and humiliation he'd bestowed upon her before.

But she was alone, the room empty. The grate over the door showed the darkness that was beginning to settle and she knew she had very little time left. She heard the gate slam again and rose, grabbing the soft silk sheet that had been tossed over her and wrapping it sarong style around herself. Then she went to the door, carefully and almost silently opening it to look out.

He was the first thing she saw, lying upon the backless couch, his codpiece on the floor and his cock standing tall and hard from his groin. With a small sigh, she took a few steps out of the room, not noticing Sabina who had heard her wake and had moved away, curious as to what would happen.

Luria moved closer to the man, kneeling by his side, her hand drawn to the sleeping man's face. He was handsome, a growth of whiskers tickling her palm, the angles of his face softened by sleep. "Who are you?" she whispered softly, her eyes roaming over his prone form, lingering on his erection that seemed massive to her untutored eyes.

He turned his face into her hand, his lashes fluttering, giving her glimpses of amber eyes. "I am Balor, prince of the Seventh Kingdom" he whispered. "You are an angel. No one could be so beautiful and not be heavenly."

"I am no angel, Prince Balor, though I might wish it so that we could fly from this place to somewhere safe." Luria moved closer as she spoke, held in thrall by the emotions she could see in his eyes.

"Somewhere that we might be alone?" he whispered, his hand falling from the couch to touch her waist.

"Oh yes," she whispered.

"What is your name, angel?"

"Luria," she sighed, her lips so close to his he could taste the breath of that sigh.

"Kiss me, Luria," he whispered, lifting his head so that he could find her lips. She was sweet tasting, her lips soft against his own, responsive, eliciting a groan from him. His tongue pushed between her lips and he felt her own come out shyly, touching his. His eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and he couldn't help but take the kiss deeper, twisting his head to one side. His mouth moved over hers hungrily, his hands coming up to cup her bare shoulders and run down her back that was covered by only the thinnest of silk sheets.

He heard her moan, felt her move over him a bit more, lying against his chest. Pulling her up, he draped her over him, feeling her heat and the softness of the silk sheet against his cock. He'd but to pull it off of her and he could be inside of her.

Pulling his lips from hers, he stared up into the sparkling blue of her eyes. "Who are you, Luria?"

"That is not important," she whimpered, wanting more of his mouth, more of his hands upon her body. "Please, my prince, kiss me again."

"She is Magnus's bride-to-be," Sabina said, coming forward with a determined look in her eyes. "I am to prepare you both for Magnus's bed this night."

"Both of us?" Luria asked, shock and disgust replacing the excitement she'd just been feeling.

"Yes, Magnus, well, my lord is a man of many tastes and talents. But I think in this instance, if I do as I am ordered, it would be a mistake I could well regret for the rest of my life, what little is left of it."

"What do you wish to do?" Balor asked softly, feeling a bit of hope that he might have found an ally here with this old woman.

"Luria, do you remember what I said earlier?" Sabina asked. "To use your powers all you have to do is picture the animal doing what you wish. Can you remember that?"

"Yes, Sabina. But..."

"We don't have time for buts, child. You must dress and I must think."

Luria rose, blushing slightly as she realized what position the old woman had found them in. She bent and picked up Balor's codpiece, handing it to him with rosy cheeks before turning and taking the outfit that Sabina held out to her.

"If this doesn't work, you must be dressed as if to go wed with Magnus, Luria. Now, hush, my men have to dress your hair and prepare you." She waved her hand as the two eunuchs descended upon Luria, one holding a glass of wine. Sabina could have cursed herself for forgetting to warn Luria about drinking the wine, but it was too late. She watched as the beautiful girl lifted the glass to her lips, drinking thirstily. "You," she said to Balor, "come with me."

Her hair was brushed until it shone like gleaming pale streaks of moonlight. Woven through the mass of thick locks were glittering sapphires that were almost the same blue as her eyes. The sheet was tugged off of Luria and a fragrant powder was dusted across her perfect skin. The scent rose in the air around her and she felt a strange warmth suffuse her body.

As she was dressed in a thin blue silk shift, she asked for water, for the wine she'd drunk was bitter and left a foul taste upon her tongue. It also made her tongue feel thick and her body feel heavy. The water did nothing to help, it fell from her nerveless fingers, splashing across the front of the silk and wetting it so that it clung to her skin.

When she'd been perfumed and powdered, draped in jewels and silk, she was finally left alone. A mirror was brought out and she stared into it, abashed but strangely aroused by what she saw. The shift cupped her breasts, the wet fabric clinging even as a cool breeze blew over her and made her already hard nipples furl even harder. Just under her breasts, the fabric fell away on both sides, showing the flatness of her stomach. A skirt had been tied around her hips, of the same blue as the gown. It clung tightly to her hips just to her upper thighs. From there, it also fell away, leaving her long legs bare and giving hints of the smooth skin of her pussy as she walked.

Luria could see the wetness between her thighs and felt almost faint with the need that was beginning to drive her mad with its constant throbbing ache. Her thighs felt weak and the insides were wet from the juices of her arousal dripping down them. She was barefoot and even the smooth feel of the stones under her feet seemed sensual and sexual.

She turned, hearing footsteps and seeing Balor as he came toward her. Tears threatened to fall, and her heavily kohl-rimmed eyes were damp. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered as he took her hands she held out to him. "I cannot go out dressed like this."

"It was the wine you drank," Balor said though he couldn't stop from staring at her. "It was drugged." He held her at arm's length, his eyes taking in every beautiful inch. "I think you're lovely."

"Come, you two," Sabina called, waving her arms wildly. "We've no time if you wish to be away before the ceremony can commence. I cannot help you afterwards. You must be away now!"

Balor untied his cape, whirling it around her and concealing her beautiful body. He tied it securely under her chin and pulled the deep hood up over her hair. "Keep this up," he whispered softly. "Do not let go of my hand."

She nodded, her hands coming out to tangle in the softness of his tunic. "We will get away, won't we?"

"Yes, my lady. We shall get away."

She nodded and tried to ignore the throbbing of her sex as he took her hand, following Sabina as she led them away from the red gate and toward the courtyard by means of halls little used by the look of the dust that covered them. She stopped at a crossway. "Follow that hall down to the stairs and then out through the door. Your horse has been left there. I will get the gate opened for you." She turned toward Luria, her hand coming out to snag the young girl's chin. "Luria, the lion is still there. It awaits you outside the gate. Do not forget what I said about your powers. You must believe in yourself for it to work. Stay with Balor, do as he says. He will keep you safe."

"Now hurry," she urged, hearing the sounds of the horns that were a call to chapel. They would be coming for Luria soon and she had to be away before Magnus realized what she'd done. "Do not stop for anything until morning. He cannot follow you in the daylight."

Sabina watched for a moment as the two hurried down the hall before turning and heading the other direction toward the kitchen. She had a favor to ask.