The Fae Hunter Ch. 04

Does pain have a color? This one did. Purple. A searing pain that rushed up my arm, voraciously consuming all my nerve endings. A purple paroxysm of agony. It enveloped me. Crushed me. I stared up at Niles' gloating face.

"What..." I couldn't speak through the pain. He understood me.

"In the human tongue we call it the Orb of Oblivion. I believe you fae call it..." he paused for effect. I didn't have the bandwidth for anything beyond the crush of pain that was tearing apart every particle of my being. "The Heart." I didn't give him the satisfaction of reacting to his words. Mostly because I didn't care what it was called. I just wanted a release from the horrible ball of purple pain. And also neither name meant anything to me.

The orb reached inside of me and started eating at my soul. I have no other way to describe what it was doing. My eyes closed reflexively as I screamed. My sleeping slave, who lay two hundred yards away, was shocked awake, feeling my pain. No. He was feeling his own pain. There was a...connection, a cord of energy that linked us. A cord that I didn't know was there. The orb traveled along the cord and started eating my slave's essence. I opened my eyes as I felt my slave being desiccated from the inside out. The orb was not sentient. But it's energy, it's attention, was focused on the slave. It gave me the breathing room to look around. Niles was still watching me. Waiting for my reaction to his words. Or waiting for me to die. Are you dead, yet? Cynthia's words echoed in my head. Niles watched me like I was an insect. I tried to fling the orb back at him. It was glued to my hand.

"It is attached to you until you become a mindless vegetable," Niles told me, sounding gleefully happy. "And then it should kill you."

The orb was finished with the slave, my cord of energy between us crumbling apart like mental dust as everything that made him, him was swept inside the voracious orb. It found another cord to follow. I followed along - a helpless rider in its insistent need to devour everything inside me and connected to me.

"Mikal?" Jakob looked up from an ancient, delicate looking book. "I didn't know you could communicate this way. I have found some very interesting things about you. I think..." He stopped in mid thought as the orb greedily gobbled up his soul. He screamed in pain. "Please!" he begged me, falling to the ground. "My lord, please do not kill me. How have I displeased you? Tell me how to change. I will do anything. Please! Lord!" I fled away, leaving the orb to its feeding.

I fled to Grace. I found her in the kitchen washing dishes. Looking through her eyes as she scrubbed at a pot. She was thinking of me. Of the night we had been together. It was all she could think about. She loved Klum. He was a good man. But thinking of my cock - the feeling it gave her as it reached depths inside of her never before touched made her squirm and pant in need. It was like I was there with her. In her mind. She could feel my presence as it rushed through her memories. Her fantasies. She wanted to leave her life behind and follow me, service me. I fled deeper inside of her mind.

Grace looked around in confusion. The last time I had seen her naked, she had been tired and hungry. Gaunt from not eating. Pungent from not bathing. Now, in her fantasy world, she was clean and bathed. Her hair was swept back behind her head in an intricate design. Her pussy was trimmed, allowing me to easily see her lips, dewy and excited. We were in a large bedroom that was dominated by a four-post bed. A huge, white down comforter covered the bed. Deep red, satin sheets and pillows were a stark, sexy contrast to the pristine white of the blanket. There were black silk ropes attached to each bed post. Mirrors adorned all the walls except for the wall directly behind the head of the bed. A disconcerting painting covered that entire wall. It was a very stylized portrait of me standing completely nude. I was better looking with sharper features in the painting than in real life. My muscles bulged a little more than in real life, my abs a little more defined. My sturdy, long legs were spread wide, allowing my cock to hang easily between my parted legs. My balls were enormous. Kneeling below the head of my dick was a beautiful woman with the caricature of an exaggerated female form. She was gazing up at me in adoration, her mouth open to accept my cock. Two more women with impossible features hugging and caressing my legs. They also looked at me with slavish desire.

"Am I dreaming again?" Grace asked out loud. She saw me and groaned in desperation. "Oh god, why can't I stop dreaming of this?"

"Grace?" I said. "What is this place?" She didn't answer. Just looked at me. I could see her fighting the urge to rush to me. Touch me.

"Master," she moaned, giving up. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to me. Her ass was firm and tight as she proudly pushed it up as she crept towards me. She swung it side to side as she noticed me looking at it. When she got to me, she bent down and started licking the tops of my feet. It was then that I noticed I was as nude as my portrait. As nude as Grace. She started licking up my left leg.

"Grace," I said. Trying to find urgency. The feel of her wet tongue traveling along my skin felt amazing. I spread my legs apart so that she could travel up the inside of my thigh more easily. "I need to warn you," I gasped. She licked the head of my cock, which was rampantly hard. It reached out toward her in a desperate need to be inside of her. My cock was, to my amusement, smaller in this dream world than in real life. "I need to come back to you and reacquaint you with my cock," I told her. I moved my hips, slapping her face with the shaft of my cock. She stared up at me in shock.

"Are you real?"

"Yeah," I told her. I grabbed her hair with my right hand. "Well, I'm not physically here with you. But it's me. And this," I slapped her again with my cock. "This is larger in real life."

"How?" she asked, looking up at me in amazement. I grinned. How was it larger in real life? Or how was I here? She had one hand down between her legs, playing with her pussy. The other hand was resting on my thigh.

"I'm not sure," I answered, going with the 'how was I here' question. I grabbed her mouth with my free hand, forcing her mouth open. "But you are one very sexy slave aren't you?" She nodded as best she could as she whimpered in arousal. I shoved the head of my cock into her mouth. Even this smaller than normal sized cock was a tight fit in her mouth. I held her head in place as I fucked her face. I reveled in the control. I reveled in the pleasure. I reveled in her subjugation. I was fucking her mouth and throat with strong, powerful thrusts. She gagged and coughed around my rough handling. But her hand rubbing her clit just moved faster and faster. The hand on my thigh, grasped my flesh, her nails biting into my flesh.

I have to warn her, the thought flitted across my consciousness as I fucked her mouth. I watched her throat expand out as I bottomed inside of her. I saw the ridges of my cock through the tight skin of her neck. I have to warn her. I pulled my cock out. She coughed and panted, trying to find her breath. She held herself up on her knees by gripping my thigh even tighter. She moaned in frustration when I didn't immediately plunge back in her mouth. She tried to maneuver my cock back in.

"Wait," I gasped. "There is danger."

"What?" she frowned at me. "Please," she whined. "I need to taste your cum. I need to eat your cum. Please master." There was nothing I wanted more. I shoved her away from me. She fell back on to her ass.

"Wait," I shouted. "There is something attacking us. Something that will eat your mind. Your soul." She started to come back towards me, ignoring my words. Intent on getting my cum. And then the orb was there. I didn't see it. I felt it. She felt it. She screamed in pain. The room vanished. She was back in the kitchen scrubbing the pot. She dropped it as she screamed again.

"Why? Mikal? Why are you doing this?" She cried. Through her ears I heard Klum asking her what was wrong. "Mikal!" she wailed in pain. I fled.

I raised my hand. The crystal ball was sinking into my hand. Shooting lances of super-heated pain. The heat, I dimly realized, wasn't just descriptive of the pain I was in. my clothes started to burst into fire. Purple flames flickered around my flesh as the clothes burned off me. Niles had backed away from me. Watching in fascination. Waiting for me to die. Are you dead, yet? Was the bastard taking notes?

As my connection to Grace dissolved and crumbled inside of me, I found myself in an alley way. A whore was bent over at the waist. Her dirty, torn dress haphazardly flung up onto her back and shoulders as she was roughly pounded into from behind by what looked like a guardsman. The whore had her hands outstretched and pressed into the alley wall. The guard was gripping her hips tightly as he rammed himself inside her. The only thing keeping her close to the guard were his hands keeping her in place. She was moaning and half sobbing.

"You like your ass fucked, don't you," he sneered, shoving himself all the way into her what was clearly her asshole. She yelped in pain. "Don't you?" he growled. He let go with his right hand to hit her ass cheek hard. The resounding smack reverberated up and down the alley.

"Yes," she sobbed. "I'm bad. I deserve it." I moved, floated, around until I could see the woman's face. It was Emma. The woodcutter's wife. Though I had recognized her voice, her appearance had changed in the last week. She was a beaten and wounded animal. She was caked with dust and dirt and there was fresh bruising around her eyes. One arm, pressed against the alley wall, was likewise beaten and bruised. Her eyes were glazed and out of focus. We stared into each other's eyes as the guard continued to sodomize her.

"Emma, what happened?" I asked gently. We were now back in the middle of the swimming hole where we had first met. Both of us nude and wet. I cupped her face. "Are you okay?"

"Master," she sobbed, falling down to her knees in the water. She hugged me to her, her hands wrapped around my ass. She nuzzled her face into my quickly growing cock. "Please never leave me again."

"Something is killing us," I told her, caressing her short, haphazard hair. She breathed deeply, her nose pressing into my pubic hair. She moaned in ecstasy. "I need to try to break our connection."

"No," her voice was muffled. "I will die without you. I need you. I need your cum. Please master. Give me your cum. And then kill me. Do anything you want. I need your cum."

I sensed the orb before it started eating Emma's soul. I slashed at the cord connecting us. Nothing happened. I tried to rip myself away. I felt Emma suck desperately on the head of my cock. I forced her off my dick and pushed her head under the water. She started struggling against me as the orb attached itself to her. She went limp. I fled.

"You fucker," I gasped. I was shrouded in purple. The flames, having eaten my clothes, had died down. My skin glowed with heat. Niles looked over at me. He edged back as I tried to reach him.

"The more souls the Orb eats," He said conversationally. "The more powerful it gets. I guess you are quite powerful to take this long to die. I appreciate the extra power you are giving me." He frowned momentarily. "As soon as I figure out how to control it."

"I will kill you," I promised.

"I don't think so," Niles said. He poked me with a stick. The stick burst into purple fire. "Hmmm." He dropped it as the flames reached for him.

I was in a bedroom. A nobleman's bedroom. The drapes were gold inlaid. The bed frame, intricately, beautifully designed in forest motif. Double glass pained doors led to a balcony overseeing a large flower garden. Perfectly trimmed hedges lined the private garden. I stood next to the windows looking out. Gasps and hard breaths from the bed brought my attention there. A large, rotund older man lay on his back. He was the one making the bothered breaths. He was laying on two large pillows that propped him up so that he was in half reclining position. He was staring up at the small woman riding him. Despite the fact that her skin was glowing in incandescence, I recognized her instantly. Are you dead, yet? It was Cynthia. She had both hands on her small, petite breasts, fingers twisting the nipples. She was grinding down into him, pressing as much of his dick into her that could reach around the fat of his stomach.

"Yes, baby," she gasped. "You feel so good." How could the man not see her practically roll her eyes? Is that the way she was with me? Cynthia undulated her body making the man below her gasp and groan. She turned her head to look out the window. Our eyes met. Now she was riding me. We were in a forest. I was lying in a bed of soft ferns. The air smelled like home. Like a place that was not of this world. Where I belonged. The dick inside of Cynthia changed in an instant from small and thin to my own thicker, longer cock. She had been grinding down as hard as she could onto the older man. Hoping to feel as much of his little dick as she could. But now she was grinding into me. And instantaneously I was deeper inside of her than I had ever been. My cock was past her cervix. She screamed in pain and pleasure. Her body started to shake and convulse in orgasm.

"What," she gasped trying to talk and breathe through the ecstasy. "What," she tried again. I flexed my cock as my hands held on to her hips, not letting her move off me. I had never been so deep in anyone before. I thickened and grew even harder. "Ahhh," she cried, her orgasm becoming longer and deeper. She collapsed her lithe, petite body onto mine. She couldn't stop her hips from moving up and down in aftershocks of pleasure. "Mikal, how did you come here?"

"That's a good question," I answered. I pushed her up until she was sitting up, my cock still rampantly hard and deep in her. "And you aren't going to like the answer." Her skin threw off shades of every color.

"Look, it was nothing personal," she said. She looked down at me. Her eyes that used to be a light brown were now vibrant, iridescent blue. Flecks of every color imaginable dotted the blue, making me slightly dizzy to look into her eyes. I looked away. Are you dead, yet?

"That doesn't make it better," I said. "That's worse." I touched her skin which, like her eyes, were flecked in every color, the skin hue changing and morphing with each breath she took. "Who are you? What are you?"

"A daemon," she said. "Humans call us succubus." She looked around the forest glade, breathing in the air that was so different but so familiar at the same time. "How did you bring us to Faeland?"

"I don't know," I admitted. My cock hurt I was so hard. I pushed up into her. She grunted. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. I don't know if she could either. "The orb is eating away at my soul. Killing everyone I'm attached to."

"Niles gave you The Heart?" She wrenched herself off me. My cock smacked my stomach as it left her pussy. Still aching and hard, it rose up into the sky. Cynthia looked around as if the orb would suddenly appear. "Fuck," she swore, her eyes turning purple. The same purple hue that were lined on my chest. I felt the orb start to eat at her. "No!" She looked wildly around until her, now purple, glowing eyes caught something that I couldn't see. Cynthia grabbed it with both hands. And now a glowing band that connected us became visible to me. "How the fuck did you do that?" She looked from the band of energy to me. She groaned in pain, falling to her knees. She tore at the band with her hands. Like tendons being ripped off a bone, the band started to shred. "Goodbye Mikal," she said. And then she was gone.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed. The mouth licking my shaft and fingers caressing my balls were exquisite. I opened my eyes, looking down. It was Cynthia, kneeling on the ground, worshipping my cock. Her eyes, recently closed, snapped open. She scrambled away from me.

"How are you doing this?" she asked frantically, leaping to her feet. She grabbed at the band of energy connecting us and started to shred it apart. I watched her carefully. I wasn't sure if I could duplicate it, but I wanted to learn what she was doing. "I was just doing a job," she yelled at me as she worked on the band. "It's not me you want!" And then she was gone.

I was on my knees in the strange, familiar forest again. Cynthia was facing away from me on her hands and knees. I knew it was her immediately. The small, round ass. Her legs were spread apart and her ass arched up, opening her pussy and ass to my voyeuristic view. I shoved my cock into her pussy. I didn't worry about getting her ready for my size. I just shoved my length into her. She squealed and tried to move forward and away from me as my cock entered her. Her pussy lips dragged inward with my girth. I grabbed her hair, holding her in place. I pulled out just enough to shove myself further and deeper inside of her.

"Mikal!" she wailed. "Please!" The mix of pain and pleasure instantly overwhelming her. She wanted more. And harder. She wanted to escape the orb. I fucked her hard and fast. Not caring about my size hurting her. I pounded her cervix until I slipped past it. With a wailing scream of pain and ecstasy she came- her pussy gripping and rippling around my cock. She was convulsing so tightly around me that it was borderline painful. She collapsed onto her belly, but I followed her down. I kept up the punishing thrusts inside her. I spread her legs apart so that I could keep my full length inside of her. She was so tight that I could barely move in and out - but I didn't let up and didn't care about how it felt for her. She came again, her body flopping around completely out of control. I held her down with my weight and strength on top of her. "Mikal," she groaned, too weak to fight me. The orb was back, eating away at her.

"I'm going to fuck you until it eats you away," I promised, slowing down my thrusts, but holding her in place.

"It wasn't me," she pleaded. "It was Galen. I was just doing what he told me to. Let me go."

"Who's Galen?"

"The Fae Lord of the Woods." She tried to turn her head to look back at me. She was terrified of being eaten by the orb, but her hips were shifting from side to side, giving me maximum space to fill her pussy to the hilt. "Please let me go."

"How do I get rid of the orb?" I asked.

"You can't," she moaned.

"Then we'll both die here," I said. She pushed back onto my cock. I gave her a particularly aggressive shove as I twisted her hair in my hand. I brought her head up so that I could speak into her ear. I left my cock stretching her out completely. "You're going to die on my cock."

"Shove The Heart into your chest," she wailed. "Put it into your heart."

"What will that do?" I asked. I pulled back until only the head of my cock was in her pussy. And then slammed all the way in.

"Oh, oh," she moaned. "It will stop the draining of our mana." She went limp as the orb continued to eat at her soul. She was almost dead. And then the thing would come after me. I knew it. I don't know how I knew it, but I did. I fled back to the physical world.

I opened my eyes. Niles was looking down at me. His face hovering over mine. He backed away quickly.

"Still with us, I see," he said. He was balanced gingerly on one leg. The knee I had kicked, not able to support any weight. Good.

My flesh was still burning hot, glowing in purple. The pain was so excruciating that it was hard to think, to act. I looked down at the orb in my hand. It was pulsing in the rhythm of a heartbeat. At the center of the glass bauble was a sphere of purple. I brought the orb up to the center of my chest and pushed.