The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 40-42

Without pause, Shiloh removed Merik's robe, throwing it to the floor, dragging her fingertips across his tunic covered chest. Her touch sent electric jolts through his body, chills zinging down his spine. He moaned. His cock grew to a full erection, straining painfully against the fabric of his trousers.

She quickly pulled his tunic over his head then untied the strings to his pants, dragging them down to his ankles. He hastily worked them off his feet. His cock jutted proudly from his thatch of wiry brown curls, its full length standing erect. She grasped it with her hand, slowly pumping up then down, feeling its soft heat singe her palm.

His breathing grew erratic as she jacked his cock. He quivered, groaning, as her fingertips brushed across his balls. Merik bit his lip, fighting the urge to cum. Her hand caressed his shaft, sending tremors coursing through him. He bucked his hips, thrusting his member into her hand.

Wickedly, she winked then crouched on her knees between his spread legs. Merik groaned, his body jerking. He licked his lips in anticipation. He had only ever dreamed of this happening to him. A small bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock; he watched, mesmerized, as Shiloh lapped it up.

She licked his balls, slowly sucking one in her mouth, and then the other. He moaned loudly, enjoying the sensations. She dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip then engulfed the first few inches. Merik almost blew his load, but fought back the urge, letting her continue.

Shiloh's head bobbed up and down, sucking lightly. Her tongue was working the sensitive underside, he gasped with pleasure. Her hand toyed with his balls as she sucked harder. Her amusement of toying with him faded as sucked the whole length of his shaft down her throat, inch by inch. Merik lightly stroked her hair, twitching and gasping as she worked his cock. "M'lady, I...I'm gonna explode," Merik groaned, his hips jerking.

She renewed her attack. Continuing to bob her head up then down, sucking his entire length down her throat. She moaned, letting him feel the vibrations then he exploded with a fury.

The first jet of cum flew down her throat, she quickly swallowed, followed by a few more spurts. After a moment of teasing his deflating cock, she sat up then kissed him, letting him taste his essence on her tongue.

"Now that you've cum, we can take our time," Shiloh purred then covered her body with his. "I have much to teach you."

Merik gulped nervously, feeling his cock harden once more. "Yes, M'lady," he groaned.

"My name is Shiloh," She winked, "But you will call me Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress," he eagerly replied then touched her breasts. "May I, Mistress?"

"As you wish," she winked. "Touch me. Explore me."

Merik groaned as his cock twitched, becoming painfully hard. With shaky hands, Merik cupped both her breasts, tweaking her hard peaks between his thumb and forefinger. Shiloh gasped, arching her back.

He surprised her by rolling her onto her back, pressing her to the mattress. He devoured each of her nipples, biting the swollen peaks. Shiloh writhed beneath him, rubbing her pussy against his thighs.

"Mistress, may I have your pussy?" Merik asked as his eyes met hers.

"Yessss, please," she groaned.

Merik lowered himself, eyeing the thing of beauty before him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her weeping sex. Tentatively he parted her nether lips with his tongue, sweeping it over her swollen clit. It was now Shiloh's turn to jerk and moan. Her pussy lips swelled with excitement. He ran a finger down her slit, inserting it in her. She gasped, blossoming with wetness, legs spread, enjoying the attention. Merik pressed a second finger in, pumping his hand in then out, while using his thumb to massage swollen clit. After a few minutes he inserted a third finger, causing her to moan loudly. He ran his tongue up then down her thighs, teasing her. She stroked his hair, pushing his head to her forcefully. "Lick me," she moaned. Merik chuckled as an idea filled him; he then barely swept the tip of his tongue over her clit. She gasped loudly then angled herself to better receive more.

Merik continued to pump his three fingers in then out of her, while running his tongue in circles on her clit. Her moans grew in volume and intensity, soon she was nearly screaming with pleasure.

Suddenly she clutched the blankets on the bed then bellowed loudly as her orgasm shook her, sending her into a wild spree of animalistic noises. Merik covered her entire body with his, shaking as he fitted himself in the cradle of her thighs.

"I gotta have you, Mistress. I want to feel you around my..." he flushed a deep red as his body jerked then trembled.

"Cock," Shiloh finished for him. "Say it, Merik."

"C-cock," he stuttered, then took a deep breath, "Cock."

"Tell me what you want, with the proper words," Shiloh instructed, her eyes blazing with lust and the need to be fucked.

His voice trembled; he licked his lips, "I want to... feel your wet... p-pussy around my cock." He closed his eyes for a moment then reopened them, watching as she grinned wickedly. "I want to fuck you."

"Take what you want, Merik. You don't have to be gentle about it, either."

A raspy 'unghhh' slipped from his lips. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck then inhaled her feminine scent. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered before gathering his courage to give her what she asked for. His cock swelled even harder, painfully throbbing as it brushed her thigh.

He fisted his cock, pressing it against her weeping entrance, and then pushed forward. It slipped in with ease while her wet walls clenched his aching length. Merik groaned as his lips skimmed her shoulder then his hands lifted her legs around his hips.

"Fuck me, Merik, fuck me hard," she cried out. Her dirty talk drove him wild. He slammed his cock in as far as it would go, eliciting another cry from her lips.

He increased his pace, fucking her fast and hard, her moans driving him wild, encouraging him. She thrust her hips then wrapped her legs around him tighter, causing him to hit her deep recesses. When his tip brushed her cervix, she screamed, raking her nails down his back. Her pussy gripped his cock in a near stranglehold, clenching him tighter than ever before. He pistoned his hips, fighting the wild urge to cum. He fucked her harder, screaming as she tore his back to shreds with her dagger sharp fingernails. Blood ran in thin rivulets down his back, dripping on her hips.

Overcome by lust, Shiloh arched her back then let out a scream, shuddering violently as an overwhelming orgasm gripped her. That was all it took to set Merik off, shouting at the top of his lungs as his orgasm shook him to the core. His hips took on a life of their own, slamming into her wet depths unmercifully while he coated her with his release, sending ribbons of cum deep in her pussy.

Collapsing on her trembling body, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts, gasping for air. Shiloh purred beneath him then ran a fingertip through the blood on his back. She tasted it then smiled, "You've done well, my pet. You've pleased your Mistress. Thus I grant you a boon. I can initiate you into the worship of Lord Bastian, The God of Lust, Hedonism, and Vengeance. Lord Bastian commands you journey to Sargoza; seek his temple, placing yourself in the capable hands of High Priestess Myra and her lusty acolytes Nyema and Gisele."

Merik's eyes met hers then he gulped nervously, "And if I don't?"

"I sacrifice your soul to Lord Bastian, letting him torture you for an eternity," she grinned before she pressed him face first to the bed then licked the blood from his wounds. She laughed throatily, "Just kidding. Nothing will happen to you."

"To Sargoza I go," he quickly replied. "I've always wanted to go there. I hear they accept wizards openly, they do not fear their magic. Not to mention I find myself enjoying the thought of lusty priestesses."

"Good boy, Merik," Shiloh purred then smacked his ass. "I hope to see you at the temple soon. I'm planning a journey as well."

She climbed off the bed then gathered the scattered pieces of her armor. She quickly put it on then left his apartment, instinctively knowing he'd made the right choice.

O.O

As the rain clouds parted, the full moon waned. The lust, which had driven her, gripped her tightly, refusing to let go, finally relinquished its brutal hold. Exhaustion took hold once more, urging her to seek the realm of sleep. Shiloh answered its call, returning to her apartment.

As she entered, the hairs stood up on the back on her neck as she found her door cracked then heard thumping and the sounds of rummaging from within. She hastened her way up the stairs then viewed the sight before her.

In the middle of her wrecked living room stood a hooded man wearing black leather armor; open before him was her armoire. Her dresses lay strewn about the room, some torn to tattered bits. Ragged slashes rent the fabric of her couch while the feather mattress of her bed lay a few feet from him, slashed to pieces. His eyes locked with hers, "Where's the chalice you stole, little princess?" His eyes flashed red and he grinned, revealing his jagged yellow teeth.

Shiloh stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind raced as her anger gripped her. Who was he? How did he know? Did he really think he'd leave here alive? Then Shiloh grinned, reaching for Bloodlust. Her eyes glowed crimson then she licked her lips.

"Die, thief," she bellowed then charged, her battle cry lingering on her lips. Suddenly magic enveloped the room, plunging them into a realm of inky blackness. Shiloh pulled Darkstar, feeling it bleed warmth into her hand. She slashed at the space in front of her with both swords, using the innate senses Bastian granted her to target him. As a blade touched her throat, she twirled both Darkstar and Bloodlust in her palms, stabbing backwards. The blade at her throat bit into her skin as hers sunk deeply into his flesh.

The thief bellowed; staggering back from her with her weapons still buried in his flesh. As the darkness dissipated, Shiloh twirled, pressing her attack against the intruder. "You must be crazy to attack me," she taunted then pulled Darksbane, launching it end over end at him.

It hit with a sickening thunk, lodging between his eyes. He crumpled instantly, his life's blood spilling onto her floor. Shiloh stopped directly above him, gazing down at his bloody corpse. Then she licked her lips, sinking down atop him.

Quickly she jerked the hood away from his face then gasped at the sight she uncovered. Curving goat horns poked through a mop of crimson hair while blank cerulean eyes stared up at her. She yanked her blades from his body, undressed him, and then dragged his heavy form to one of her chairs, standing it upright, hefting him into it. Bracing him, she grabbed a length of rope from her portable hole, tying the body to the chair. As her anger turned to curiosity, she reached back into the portable hole, searching for the rod of resurrection she'd stolen from the temple, the one she'd brought Shanna back with.

"Resurgo," she spoke, watching his wounds close as life returned to his body. He lurched, staring at her wide eyed. "Speak!"

He shook his head then groaned, gathering his wits about him. "If you think I'll tell you anything then you've wasted a charge on that rod of yours," he sneered at her.

"Either you talk or I'll start slicing body parts off one by one. Perhaps I'll turn you over to the Dhorn, let them hang you in the marketplace. Or maybe I'll hand you over to a being so evil; he'll yank your bowels out through your nostrils, cackling as you scream. Maybe he'll drop you into a pit of damned souls then watch as they tear you to shreds. So what'll it be?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'm a tiefling, bitch. I was bred for war on the outer planes. Your evil being doesn't scare me, nor do you."

"For someone bred for war, you fell pretty quickly to my blades," Shiloh taunted, slapping him soundly. "I tire of your insolence. Talk or die!"

The tiefling jutted his chin up then glared at her defiantly, "Fuck you, bitch!"

"That could be arranged, if I was so inclined, but I've had my fill." Shiloh replied as she straddled his lap, "Though maybe I could be persuaded."

His lips curled derisively, "Not a chance in the nine hells, princess. I know what kind of two bit gutter slut you are, and frankly, I'm not interested. I prefer ripping into innocent little virgins, which is something you are not."

Shiloh recoiled, flying off his lap as if he had burned her. She extended her hand, slapping his face several times, whipping his head to then fro, "Bastard!"

The tiefling groaned then chuckled, "I always take the time to stalk my prey. I learn their weaknesses as well as their strengths. I suppose I underestimated your battle prowess, little princess. I'm not often taken by surprise. But considering you handily defeated my Lord's most revered Knight, I shouldn't have treated you so carelessly."

Shiloh cocked an eyebrow, "Who are you?"

"Narev," he replied, "Servant to the Lord of Darkness, the Deceiver of Souls." Her eyes grew wide as Narev smirked knowingly, "Vico's patron."

Shiloh gasped then took a step back. Panic flooded her. "What do you want with me?"

"First I'll take the chalice back, before I squeeze the life from your body," he smugly replied. "I was so close to stealing it before you slipped in. It took some time to track your movements, but once I learned your habits it became very easy. That's when I realized what a nasty little slut you are. Speaking of which, I have a secret I'm dying to divulge to you."

Shiloh glared at him curiously, "And that is?"

"When your pathetic patron cured you of the werewolf's bite, he purposely left behind some of the taint. Nothing that would make you become a lycanthrope, but an infection of uncontrollable lust. You wonder why you've been having blackouts. Ever wonder why you wake up exhausted with a sore pussy, though you can't remember a thing of what happened the night before? He's cursed you. During the full moon, you'll be overcome by a lust so potent it'll drive you to fuck everything that moves. That's what you've been doing the last three nights. You fucked five grungy factory workers, three diseased dock workers then a duo of lusty lesbians. Have you already forgotten the wizard you just left a little while ago? As we speak he is packing for his journey to Sargoza. I'm afraid to confess that he won't reach his destination." A cruel smile settled upon his face.

"You're telling me this because you think I care about some wizard I've fucked? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I could care less." She scoffed, angered by his taunts, "If he gets himself killed, oh well, too bad. It's not my problem."

"If his death puts you at greater odds with your precious pathetic Lord Bastian, then how much will you have to scrape and beg to get back in his good graces? Yes, I know about that, too, dear little princess. There isn't much I don't know about you."

"Then I suppose you know what's going to happen to you?" She cocked an eyebrow, ignoring his taunts.

"You'll kill me," he smirked, "I'm not your precious Vico. When I get free, I won't hold back to keep from hurting you. You mean absolutely nothing to me," his lips twitched derisively. "Give me the chalice then maybe I'll spare your life."

"Fuck you," scooping Darkstar and Bloodlust from the floor.

"So be it," he growled, he began bucking against the rope, his eyes burning with fire as the demon within surged to life. The tiefling's prehensile tail twitched angrily. "When I kill you, bitch, I'll have the pleasure of watching the light leave your eyes. I'll know the pleasure of tearing into your soft flesh then ripping out your heart. If I'm really feeling generous, perhaps I'll tear your bowels out through your nostrils. How would you like that, little princess?"

Shiloh gritted her teeth at the sound of her words being thrown back at her. She knew this was one enemy that if turned loose she could not defeat; which would mean losing her immortal soul. "You're in no position to make threats," she taunted, absentmindedly crossing her blades in front of her. Doubt tickled the far recesses of her soul. She squashed it, focusing all her energy on him.

Then suddenly, there was a loud knock sounded at the door.

O.O

To be continued...

A/N: This will be the last chapter for a little while. Chapter 43 is in the works.