Chains Willing Ch. 07

Release...

The string flung forward into its native position with a shallow twang. Silence followed. I froze, with my bow still at the ready.

Nothing.

My heart sank so low I nearly fainted for real. Damnit Rei. Damn her little games. I knew she never forgave me for not letting her cum that one time. I felt my Mistress hold her breath, not in disappointment, but sympathy for my failure. In the corner of my eye, I noticed Lady Eve shaking her head at me. My eyes burned with tears. Damn it. The crowd, Mai and Bead, my Mistress, everyone just glared at me as I stood there holding my bow up for a follow through, like an idiot. Just kill me.

...

"But I'm such a fan of a good drama," Rei said to me.

The target burst into a ball of dark flame so great, the pines near it froze and shattered into glass. The crowd scattered back with a fright of awe and horror as the howling black fire consumed the big bale of hay.

As the black flame receded back into the Eternal Realm, we all observed my dread. The whole target, gone, turned to ash by the massive dark flame. A lingering of laughter from the dark spirits echoed throughout the cavernous valley as the ash settled into a pile of nothingness. Rei's laughter faded away leaving a faint ring in the air as an eerie silence plagued the valley. The crowd, frozen stiff with a speechless fright. I turned and faced Lady Eve.

"Rei wasn't the weakest. The four of them were all as equal as the other." I said, as my eyes returned from their state of darkness.

Lady Everaen's mouth hung open. All of the mage's mouths hung open. Though there was a delay in my casting, even the most basic of magic-user could have seen the immensely dense dark aura emanate from my body as I loosed my ethereal arrow into the target. Due to all the chaos I caused, no one, not even Lady Everaen noticed that I didn't have focus runes written on my palms. I smiled at myself. I thought that was quite the accomplishment. It was the second time I didn't use the runes to control my magic.

I smiled at my Mistress. The Odrean began yelling with cheer, the Oro'keen followed. The crowd burst into an applause. By the tricks of Rei, I had been nicknamed by the Odrean as Ik Kan'tok the Goddess of Death, or something.

But I wasn't a Goddess of Death or whatever. I was just a girl who brought her daemons with her wherever she went.

The Odrean Elder approached Mistress again, with his warriors this time. "So, about that hunt?"

"Yeah, come on!" someone shouted. The crowd of hunters laughed. Everyone smiled at me, cheering for more, and complimenting my level carnage.

"No," said K'Oren, scooping me into her arms.

The crowd complained. K'Oren and I shared a laugh as she carried me back to the Castle in the Wall. We entered our room and she set me down and laid Starbringer back in the corner by the brooms.

"Wait here," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, kneeling in my second pose.

She left in a hurry and I sat on my heels in the middle of the room alone with my thighs spread and my hands behind my back. Glaring up at the wooden banisters in confusion, I sighed and closed my eyes. The darkness behind my eyelids was too dark, beyond abyssal. It seemed a bit of residual magic remained from having cast Immediate Summon. I tried blinking it away as if it would just go back to normal.

The darkness remained.

"You know?" Rei said to me, "That book of yours came from the Eternal Realm, from Horin himself to your tribe many generations ago."

I shuttered. How was she still lingering in my head like that? Was she really haunting me? She was, amazingly so, truly undead. I guess she could do whatever she wanted in between realms.

"If you cast your Immediate Summon on the book, you can reveal many more chapters and spells including all of ours. You should at least know a few from each of us so you don't just get a random one every time. You'll cast faster if you had something specific in mind. When you say your incantation, address the book as ... Ill-divine Lexicon."

A great relief lifted my heart. It made sense now. I could summon the ethereal version of the book, the complete edition.

"I have many spells. Storm Haven is my favorite. I also have Mud, Ice, and Fire Haven. Judgement District is my personal ability. It fucks shit up," she winked at me, cheerfully, "You could also use Horin's personal ability too, you know, so you can impress your Mistress."

My darkness fluttered with joy. I could use Immediate Summon to use Worm Call, a spell that casted an entirely different spell. It'd take longer to cast, but I could use my Mistress' signature ability. Yes! I'd most definitely give it a try some time.

"Thank you, Rei," I said.

"Still gonna marry you some day," she said, waving good bye.

I sighed, heavily, as her aura faded back to light. Oh, that weird little fairy. In her dreams, I'd do that. I shook my head, blushing. I wouldn't ever wed to an undead fairy ghoul. I couldn't imagine her beast form. I just assumed it was the reason she never married, or at least had offspring, or friends for that matter.

Ugh ... I couldn't fuck a living corpse. Just, ugh.

Mistress Koren barged in the room. I opened my eyes at her. She was sweating, breathing heavily as if she had just run the circumference of the cavernous valley. She stared at me with a smile. Determination raged in her eyes. I smiled in return.

"Hello, Mistress?"

"Just ran to the northern gate and back," she said, catching her breath.

Oh, wow that was pretty far, just over twelve lengths of range. But then again, she could run really really fast. She picked up a wooden chair from by the door and walked over to me. She set it in front of me and unbuckled her leather skirt. It fell to the ground and I then understood why she ran to the gate and back.

"You got all sweaty just for me?" I asked, nearly drooling.

Sitting in the chair with her thighs spread, thick flaccid cock resting in front of me, she grinned widely. I bit my lip and groaned. I fucking loved the way she smelled when she worked up a sweat. At times it was strong and repugnant, but it was fucking amazing. I didn't get why I loved it so much. It was a gross thing to love. It was nearly vomit inducing at times. Her scent made me melt inside. Her scent dominated me.

I loved her bushy mass of pubes. Mmm, so full and dense. Her bush curled just around the corner of her thighs to the base of her scrotum leaving her asshole free of hair. Fuck, I wanted cry out with joy. I loved my rewards no matter how gross, no matter how painful, or unrelenting, or mean. I loved everything she gave me, because I was a good fucking girl.

"You must be thorough, Liana. You must ensure your Mistress is clean," she said.

I released a huge breath of lust as I nodded like a good slave with drool escaping from the corners of my mouth. "Yes, Mistress."

She flared her eyebrows at me and smiled, showing me her perfect white teeth along with the two adorable tusks protruding from her lower jaw at corners of her mouth. I obliged to her silent command, with lust bursting from my heart. I crept forward on my hands and knees, and brought my face to her lovely sweaty bush. I pressed my nose into it and kissed it, taking in her sickly-sweet scent as deeply as I could into my lungs. My eyes rolled back and I groaned like an animal.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnn!"

Oh...

By just smelling her bush, I jittered with a sudden orgasm. My seed shot from my limp flaccid penis onto the floor. Mistress giggled. She used her spell on my restraining worm to do it.

Oh, love.

I continued, sticking my tongue out and probing her bush. Her salty greatness stung the tip of my tongue as I cleaned her. Ignoring the random hairs that got caught in my mouth, I carried on with my obligation, my reward. My tongue made its way down to the corner of her left thigh. Keeping my eyes on hers, I worked my way back up and around the base of her cock to the corner of her other thigh. I gave her right testicle a little peck with my lips, then her left. I considered naming them too, along with my plugs. Someday, perhaps.

She glared down at me with her dominating eyes. I saw the way her big veiny hardened cock would twitch at every one of my licks and kisses. She breathed heavily too, keeping her concentration on me, never breaking eye contact. I could tell she was savoring every bit of my service, just as I was savoring every amount of her sweaty privates.

I lapped my tongue around her wrinkly dark green scrotum, then I took the whole thing in my mouth, filling my cheeks with her balls. She moaned with an adorable little squeak at the end. I circled my tongue around and around her sack. Her mouth hung open, drool at its corners, and she panted with pleasure. Every so often, she'd give me a little snort ... and I would die inside. I loved her little cute snorts.

After I had finished cleaning her scrotum, I released her balls from my mouth making a loud pop. I started on her cock by taking its head into my mouth. I inserted my tongue into her hood. I loved doing that. Circling my tongue around and around, I cleaned the head of her cock and swallowed her smegma. I then fucked the opening of her hood with the tip of my tongue for bit. She growled at me with lust. Her eyes pierced my soul with domination.

Her cock slid down my throat so easily now that I had been trained to take her. She gasped and her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head but her discipline prevented her doing so. Her salty sweat shaft slid in and out of my throat as I thrusted my head back and forth. Back and forth, and repeat. Over and over I used my throat to please her, clean her of filth. I rammed my face down onto her, burying my nose in her bush, and I choked myself with her cock. Gurgling, gurgling, choke, repeat ... repeat.

Repeat.

She never laid a hand on me either. I choked the fuck out of myself, willingly, like a good little Orc worm slave. I felt her heart beat through her cock. I felt her rage build up inside her. I felt her love for me. I felt...

Her cum shot down my throat into my tummy. I forced my face deeper onto her as her cock throbbed in me. She gripped the sides of the chair so tightly I heard the wood begin to creek. Her hot semen filled me up. I guessed I wasn't going to get dinner then since her load seemed thicker than usual. Not that she could control the viscosity of her cum, she just seemed to be cumming into me with much more than her average load. Though, I thought, maybe she could control herself like that.

I sucked as hard as I could, not that it mattered. Her cock felt as if it extended all the way to my tummy. It didn't actually. That'd kill me, indeed.

Her orgasm faded after a while and I pulled my head back off her cock. Again, I released her with a satisfying pop. I licked my lips at her with a smile, and picked a few pubes out of my mouth, haha.

Biting her lip at me, she scooted her butt forward and held her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me. Her lovely dark green puckered asshole was the last I had to clean. Before that though, I flattened my tongue on the space between her scrotum and butthole. With one long wet lap, I clean her flesh of sweat. Then I did it one more time, for good measure. I brought my lips to her hole and gave it a kiss as if it were a mouth. I continued to make out with her hole, giving it little pecks and long deep smooches. Using the tip of my tongue, I circled the ring of her opening. Around and around I went, over and over.

She gasped with satisfaction, begging me to continue. I pressed my lips around her hole and pushed the tip of my tongue into her. She tasted so damn good, I moaned too, with satisfaction. That was the first time my Mistress let me penetrate her. I would forever relish that one moment, amongst all the others.

I hastened my gentle thrusts in and out of her butt. I'd shove as much of my tongue into and twirl it around and around. She'd moan louder and louder at each of my thrusts. Faster, faster, more and more ... I wanted more. And honestly, she did too. She clutched the side of my head and pressed my face into her butt. I made love to her ass so hard she winced in lovely pain. With a heavy gasp, she closed her thighs around my head, and moaned. She came from her butt. Her body throbbed with pleasure, thighs pressing against my head, trapping my face in her butt for a moment.

Releasing a heavy breath of satisfaction, she opened her thighs and held my face in her hands.

"My Mistress is clean now," I said.

She bit her lip at me with a smile, granting me her approval. We stared at each other for a moment. Her hands clutched my cheeks. As I stared up at her, I thought, I couldn't have ever loved someone else. There was no one else in any realm of existence that could make as happy as her. She thought same. I knew it. I felt her soul resonate with mine. Our darkness was great, ever looming with the most epic power. We would become the most fucking powerful couple known to many kingdoms. Our hell was the best.

"Do you want to lose your mind from punishment?" She asked me.

I nodded fast in reply, savoring her lingering flavors on my tongue.

"I'm going to lock you in the closet with many worms. You'll be trapped longer than you want. You'll go numb from having so many orgasms. You want that?"

I nodded again ... and again ... and again.

She stood and left the bedroom. I looked over at the closet next to the dresser. It was rather small, enough to fit me I suppose. I couldn't wait to get fucked up, wrecked. She returned with two wooden buckets of water, the worms.

She quickly cleared out the small mess of loose clothing and random trinkets out of the closet, then mounted me inside with leather straps. My back, against the wall. My legs, stretched up over my head and tied up. My arms, behind me at the small of my back. My holes, displayed open to her.

She covered me with her creatures. My ass, filled. My pussy, filled. Their thick slimy tails dangled out of me lewdly. She latched one onto my mouth, silencing me. The pricked my cock a few times with a Fal Orn worm, giving it little itchy bumps. Oh, Mistress. My cock itched so damn bad. With a Harlequin worm, she attached one onto the tip of my cock, letting it ravage my pee hole. Harlequin worms latched onto my nipples, and testicles as well. A final worm was slid over the little one on the tip of my cock and down my shaft. My itchy cock was being sucked heavily, relentlessly, by two worms! Fucking Yes!! I was covered in slime and pleasure. So much fucking pleasure, too much.

"These are not like the many others, Liana. These ones will make you cum over and over. They won't stop no matter how hard you cry ... how hard you beg."

I nodded. The worm's tail dangling out of my mouth flung all over the place. I hummed, "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled and kissed my forehead. I winked at her as she closed the door. The lock screeched shut and I was surrounded by darkness, sweet lovely ecstasy filled darkness. And, as she said, I was fucked endlessly through the day and into the night ultimately losing my mind and going numb from a never-ending violation.

"Thank you, Mistress," I thought, letting my darkness supersede all things light.

-The Next Day-

I didn't know how long I had been passed out until she pulled me out of my little worm prison. The Azuris star was at its peak over the sky and its warming light beamed through the window in our bedroom. I guessed I had been sleeping for a while. She laid me on the floor wrapped in my fluffy cloak, next to her bed. I rose, stretched my arms in the air, and yawned. I was a little sore, but my body didn't ache as much as I thought it would after having been fucked so hard by her creatures. I massaged my thighs. They were rather sore, indeed, but I guessed I was getting used to being restrained in such ridiculous poses. My skin was so soft too. I smiled. She bathed me. I loved her so much. I felt my thighs down to my pussy and ass. She plugged my butt. I blushed. Indeed, Mistress.

She must have been busy. Our wedding was the next day. She didn't want me doing any kind of work that had to do with the ceremony. She wanted all of it to be a welcoming surprise for me. I loved her sense of romance ... every bit of it. With nothing to do, I pulled the Little Black Book out of my cloak and sat on the floor with it in the palms of my hands. I closed my eyes and tried focusing on the book. It did indeed have a dark aura about it. I smiled.

"Ill-divine Lexicon. Thither er thou..."

-Dark Manuscript, Chapter: Black-

I read without reading. I learned without seeing, and I listened without feeling ... only darkness.

"Black magick was the first magick. Deemed sacrilegious at the time, non-magick users created lies of its origin to sway others from engaging in the craft. Black magick dealt with the control of the four basic aspects of all magicks: Current, temperature, soil, and water. An advanced variant of Black magick is Red magick. Not to be confused with Blood magick, Red magick involved the four basics of Black magick combined with curses while Blood magick dealt with blood manipulation and curses. But then again, one must not confuse Black magick with Dark magick. Dark magicks delved into madness, fear, hate, and envy. In addition to the four basic aspects of Darkness, your mother's name was Amenia."

What?

I opened my eyes with a rush of tears running down my cheeks. Just for a moment, the finest fraction of a moment, I swore I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume as she turned away from me smiling. I let the book fall from my hands as the spell wore off. My chest ached with loss. My heart sank with a throbbing anxiety. What the fuck was that?

Why, in the ever-loving fuck, did the book tell me that?

I fell forward and slammed my fists onto the floor in anger. I hissed out my aggression and pressed my forehead against the floor to relieve the pressure in my head. As my heart and soul became hollow with sadness, hate filled its void, replacing it with epic darkness. With a deep ireful breath, I grabbed the book and casted my spell again...

-Dark Manuscript, Spell: Judgement District-

"Judgement District, a Dark magick, envelops the battlefield with the caster's aura. Pending on how strong the user's aura is, determines the radius and duration of the District. Within the caster's District, the caster can determine the physical laws, soul radiance, and magick use of all beings existing within the boundary of the spell. The user can effectively rule over all things living, either Mortal or Eternal. The only spell that can counter Judgement District is the spell, Sentiment District, a Light magick. For example, the caster could say that swords are forbidden. Anyone holding a sword would drop it immediately. The caster could say that White mages cannot live in the District. The White mages would die, immediately. Conversely, the user could say that allies cannot deplete their stamina. The user's allies would never lose breath while the District is active. When utilized in the Mortal Realm, captured souls are sacrificed to the Eternal Realm. When utilized in the Eternal—"

Damn it. I scowled at the book. Why didn't it do it that time!? I didn't understand. My rage fumed from my chest as I gripped the Little Black Book tightly, with the intent to tear it in half. My anger was fraught with imbalance as Lady Everaen's words echoed in my head.

In his human form he fucked a whore, she had you.

Bartaine fucked a whore? Was she really a whore? Why did Light emanate from her so radiantly? How could I have seen her, smelt her? I gripped the sides of my head and curled into a ball on the floor. My life was empty of all things pleasant before I had met my Mistress. Then Lady Everaen mentioned the smallest detail about my parents. Oh, I loved how Bartaine didn't mention a damn thing about her when I visited him on accident. I never cared about my parents. They were never there. There was only Mother. That bitch and her perfect fucking daughters.