Witch Ch. 03

Being filled so completely brought back to mind the original rites which he'd used to bind her to him, taking each of her holes in turn. This felt even more irrevocable, as if he was eliciting and securing another promise from her, another agreement.

The cock in her ass swelled larger, as did his tongue in her mouth, growing almost as large as the one which was ravaging her pussy and she felt absolutely filled to the brim with demon flesh. Lyana almost sobbed as the rhythmic pounding increased in tempo, taking her harder and faster, riding her forcefully and fulfilling every craving that she hadn't known she had. The throbbing in her lower body coalesced and burst outward, shattering her completely and she screamed around the thrusting meat in her mouth, opening her throat fully as it slid further into her, her throat muscles vibrating around it.

She convulsed, her airway instinctively closing and reopening the way to her stomach, and that was when whatever was in her mouth throbbed and gushed, hot fluid pouring out and directly down her gullet. Lyana thrashed, her throat muscles working as she swallowed, her body on fire with the roiling ecstasy that had completely taken over her senses. Each dragging thrust of Leonard's cock pushed her higher, sending fiery bursts of rapture exploding all throughout her body. Above her, he stiffened and impaled her convulsing body with his rampant rods, her legs tightening around his waist as she clenched around him, her holes sucking at him the way her throat was sucking down the copious amount of hot fluid that he was pouring into her stomach.

The cocks in her pussy and ass swelled and pulsed, shooting jets of viscous cream that coated her insides, scalded her with its heat, and filled every crevice of her tunnels with his essence. She was drowning in it, her insides bathing in it, and the tumultuous sexual exaltation that came with it buffeted her like a leaf in a gale wind.

The obstruction to her airway shrank and pulled back, leaving her gasping for breath with swollen lips as he kissed the sides of her neck, her whimpers seeming sharp and loud after all the muffled sounds she'd made, as Leonard rocked his body against hers, his arms under her shoulders now so that she could wrap her own arms around his neck. The hard rods of his cocks made sloppy wet sounds as he slid them back and forth in her cream filled holes, extending the last aftershocks of pleasure for them both. Lyana clung to him as he slowly shrank inside of her, feeling as though the axis of her reality had shifted. Nothing he had done to her, with her, before had prepared her for this encounter. It was fraught with passion that she'd never guessed at, had driven her to a submission she'd never known, and she almost felt as though he was trying to tell her something.

His lips brushed over hers, drawing her attention away from her thoughts and back to him.

"Did you like it?" he murmured, peering into her eyes.

A small shudder of remembered pleasure went through her as he shifted between her legs, still inside of her but just barely. With him looking at her like that she didn't even think of lying. "Yes."

"It could be like this always." She didn't understand what he meant and she didn't have time to ask before he caught her lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. "Make the right decision Lyana."

And then he was gone. Not gone as in a puff of smoke or a flash of light or even a gust of air... he was just quite simply gone, his weight no longer pressing her down, his arms no longer about her, and her lower holes felt quite suddenly empty. Although they weren't. She could feel the liquid that began seeping from her, coating the tops of her thighs. Looking down between her legs she shivered a little as she stared at the shimmering dark grey droplets that were on her thighs, the small puddle that had formed on the bed beneath her. As she moved her stomach sloshed a little, reminding her of how much of his essence she'd drank.

For what purpose? And what had he meant? What decision?

She'd never been so confused in her life, and she just about screamed in frustration when she glanced outside and realized that she didn't have time to ponder. The sun was going down and she needed to get to the palace.

*****

The men she was after were spread out around in the palace and the area around it, although the main bulk of them were in what looked like barracks. There were a lot of other soldiers in the barracks as well though, so she decided to stay away from there for the moment and scout out more information.

Closing her eyes, she willed herself to be invisible, and shivered as a cold chill settled over her. Looking down, she couldn't see anything of her body. A rather unsettling experience, but at least she knew that the spell had worked.

Darkness was falling and the majority of the court was at dinner. Lyana prowled the outskirts of the nobles, listening to their conversations and doing her best to stay out of the way of the servants, since they couldn't see her. She definitely didn't want to cause any trouble by having one of them trip over one of her invisible body parts. Fortunately doing both of these things took a lot of her concentration so that she wasn't distracted by thoughts of Leonard and trying to interpret what he had meant by her decision... or why their encounter had felt almost like he'd branded her with the fluid that he'd left inside of her.

"Well it seems as though the young Prince has finally proved to his father that he can control himself."

A sardonic voice caught Lyana's attention and she drifted closer. Two older noblewoman, both with fine white hair and a myriad of wrinkles on their haughty faces, were leaning together talking and she had just happened to be passing by them at the right time to hear one of them make the comment. They were both dressed in fine silks, one in sapphire blue and the other in a rich dark red, in the very latest fashion for women of their stature and age. Those around them were carrying on their own conversations, leaving the two older women to their own devices.

The one in red made a 'hmmph'ing sound. "It's about time. I thought the King was going to have to behead his own son if he didn't start to reign in his excesses!"

Both of the ladies looked up to the center dais where the royal family was seated. All three sons of the king were handsome men, properly attired, and dancing attendance on the women seated next to them. If Lyana hadn't had her own mystical connection to the raiders, she would have never known which of the Princes was the one who had lead the attack on her village; they all looked so noble and innocent of any kind of wrong doing.

"Well sending him to hunt down a spy put his instincts and talents to good use," the woman in blue said. She took a sip of her wine, nodding her white head sagely. "My maid spoke with one of his soldiers, apparently they managed to hunt the traitor down and assassinate him, with none the wiser."

"Good," said the lady in red. "We don't need another diplomatic incident."

Their talk turned to other things and Lyana drifted away, stifling the shock she felt. The Prince must have somehow convinced his troops to lie, to all say that they had done nothing more than rid the world of a spy and traitor. He was also the main topic of conversation tonight, and while few were quite as outspokenly honest as the two old ladies, who probably had very little to fear considering their status and age, she was soon able to overhear enough conversations to know that everyone thought the same thing. The Prince was a reckless young man with a dark reputation who had undertaken the mission to prove himself; he was known for brutality and was the black sheep of the family. The King had been on the verge of having to take action when the Prince had convinced his father to allow him to try and redeem himself on the mission.

Lyana had originally assumed that no one here would care what had happened to Werth, since it was not part of their Kingdom, but from the conversations she overheard she quickly realized that they certainly would have cared. The kind of actions that the Prince had taken could lead to war, it was one of the reasons he'd been given such a large troop to go with him to hunt down a traitor; not just for their skills and experience or for protection, but also to provide plenty of witnesses. But somehow he'd suborned them and they'd lied for him. Or maybe they'd been frightened of being punished for their own actions once they'd gone as far as they had under his leadership.

And tomorrow afternoon they were all supposed to be reporting on their glorious mission before the court; their success which was supposed to redeem the Prince in the eyes of his father, his older brothers and the people. That all too familiar rage filled Lyana but she forced herself to leave the hall where the nobles and royals were feasting, practically running. As much as she wanted to kill the Prince immediately and revenge her people, she felt like that wouldn't be enough. He would die a hero, everyone was already impressed with his apparent turn around, his new character, and his successfully completed mission.

Just death wasn't enough. These people needed to know who he really was.

Engulfed with her anger, Lyana instinctively followed her magical line down to the closest soldiers that she was hunting for. Two of them together, just outside the entrance to the palace. They were sitting on some crates in an alley, laughing drunkenly with each other. As soon as she saw them her vision went red. She recognized them. Both of them. They'd been two of the group that had raped and beaten her sister to death. One of them had half strangled Bryanne when he took his turn, while Lyana had stood and watched, helpless.

Thrusting out both of her hands, Lyana let the fires of her rage become a reality. Both men choked on screams as the intense heat filled their lungs, scorching their insides so that they couldn't even draw breath to cry out as they were burned from the inside out. The anger rushed out of her, filling them, wracking them with pain as their innards melted and their skin flickered with the contained conflagration. They collapsed, eyes filled with confusion, panic and extreme agony. Lyana held the flames on them until their outsides caught fire as well, burning them down to nothing more than two tiny piles of ash.

It was only then that sense returned to her, almost as if her anger had burned out along with the flames she'd used on them. Turning quickly, she looked around, but it had taken such a short time and had been handled so quietly that no one was peering into the alley. Relief made her shoulders sag as she quickly hurried away from the scene, feeling very much like a criminal. She told herself that her vengeance was the important thing, but she couldn't help but feel a little sick as she remembered the look on their faces, the pain, the anguish. Things that she thought she would glory in, but instead they just made her feel dirty.

Nauseated, she decided to go back to her room at the inn. She needed time and quiet to think.

*******

Lying in bed, Lyana tried to assimilate all the events of the day. Time since the attack on her village seemed to have passed all too quickly. Part of that was her shortened traveling time. She didn't have as much time in between major events in her life, between the killings. She hadn't taken any time to just slow down and think.

Yes she wanted her vengeance, but she didn't want the Prince to die without people knowing what he truly was. Who he truly was. What he had done. She realized that vengeance wasn't quite enough for her, she also wanted some justice. If people remembered him in a positive light, if they didn't know his crimes, then she wouldn't be satisfied. And she had found out the hard way that killing didn't quite agree with her. It made her sick to her stomach, even if she thought the men deserved it. The torment that she put them through seemed only fair... and yet afterwards she felt like the soiled one. At least she wasn't killing innocents, not like them, but at the same time she couldn't feel good about what she was doing.

This morning she had felt good. She had felt like an avenging angel of fury. The punishment that she'd devised for the retired soldier had been fitting. Satisfying in a way that the other soldier's deaths hadn't.

And then, of course, there was the conundrum of Leonard.

But she didn't have time to ponder him, because the second she thought his name reality jerked, squeezing her tightly as her arms wrenched, and she screamed with the pain in her shoulders as she was bowed backwards. The suddenness of the attack, the shock, all contributed to the fear and the pain that was suddenly being visited upon her. Lyana blinked through tears as she tried to tug on her arms, to pull them back into a position that didn't strain her shoulders so badly.

Leonard was standing in front of her, not in his guise as a handsome almost-human, but in his full demonic glory. The flicking reddish yellow light in the room had no power against the dark gloss of his skin, his hard body drank in the light as he towered over her, a black pit of despair with flaming red eyes. He was the only thing that she could see clearly, despite the flickering candlelight around them, it was as if he was the only thing that was real in this space. Looking around she could see nothing but candlelight and darkness and Leonard. Despite the fact that the strangeness of their surroundings made everything seem less real, it was not comforting.

"You still have not learned," he growled through sharp teeth, his tongue flicking out menacingly. Fire sparked in his eyes, an angry red glow that made him appear even more threatening than she'd ever seen him before - no easy feat. Lyana stared up at him, voice caught in her throat by the knowledge that he seemed truly enraged and something more... disappointed in her?

"I know I must be punished," she replied, forcing herself to talk, unsure of what would placate him. Was it not enough that she went willingly to be punished? That she understood that what she was doing was wrong? She had made her choice and she accepted the consequences for that. "I understand why."

"You understand nothing," he snarled, his hand raising and slapping her breast so hard that for a moment she thought he must have torn it from her chest. Burning pain lanced through her. "Think about why you must be punished, stupid girl, and why you continue to court it." Then he put his hand to her mouth, a look of disgust on his face as he shoved something between her lips, effectively gagging her. Lyana squirmed and tried to spit it out, but found herself unable to do so. It was an uncomfortable gag, long like a cock, just long enough to prod at the back of her throat and make her feeling like gagging. Leonard gave her a hard look. "I find I do not care to hear your pleas tonight, stupid girl."

Frustrated, Lyana glared at him, trying to ignore the steady ache in her shoulders. He had her hands secured above her head but in such a way that her body was arched backwards, putting quite a bit of her weight onto her wrists, and it already hurt. If he hadn't gagged her she would have demanded more answers from him. Especially as to why he was calling her a stupid girl. She wasn't! She understood what was going on!

With quick strokes of his claws, Leonard ripped her clothing from her body, careless enough with the swipes of his hands that he left long, stinging scratch marks across her delicate skin. Her small yelps were completely muffled by whatever was in her mouth, her teeth clenching down on it as she tried not to make too much noise. Leonard didn't seem to have the same control that he had in the past, his dark looks and glares making her feel distinctly fearful. The punishments he'd doled out before had been truly awful, but during them he'd been methodical, contained... now it was like being presented on a silver platter to a particularly hungry lion. A hungry, ANGRY lion.

Stretched out and helpless, she could only wait for whatever he wanted to do next. His dark hands enveloped her breasts, claws digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and Lyana screamed and twisted, trying to get away from his brutal touch. Not only did his claws pierce her skin, causing rivulets of blood to being to trickle over her cream stomach, but his hands were so ice cold that they nearly burned. Her nipples ached with it as the hard buds were rubbed against his frigid palms, his piercing claws like shards of glass or icicles as they slid into her skin. Kneading her breasts between his hands, his head lowered so that he could lick the blood from her stomach with wet slurping sounds, further horrifying Lyana as his hot tongue slithered across her body, contrasting with the icy grip he had on her breasts.

When he finally released the mauled mounds they were covered with goose flesh, outlined with the indentations of his claw marks, which continued to weakly trickle with blood. The red liquid was smeared across her stomach. Staring directly into her eyes, Leonard licked his lips, allowing her to see the dark glistening of her essence on his tongue. Lyana moaned deep in her throat. This punishment was going to be worse than all the others, she could already tell.

A long piece of cloth appeared in his hands, several yards long and dark red. He began to wrap it around her breasts at the base, almost as if he was binding her wounds, except that he was pulling the cloth far too tight for just a simple binding. Lyana panted to breathe, her chest beginning to ache as he tightly bound her breasts together, occasionally wrapping the strip of cloth around her back or neck. Although it had only looked several yards long when he started it didn't run out until he was satisfied with the way her breasts were restrained. They stood out straight in front of her, their color starting to darken as the blood flow was restricted by the bindings. Lyana stared down at them, horrified. They looked like big water jugs, her nipples standing full and distended at their ends.

When she looked back up at Leonard, his eyes were still focused on her breasts and he was lifting each of his hands, silver glinting at his fingertips. She tried to move away, almost frantic as he came closer to her nipples, but she was frozen by his will, unable to twist or even squirm. The jaws of the clamps bit down onto her tender nipples, still not completely healed from their punishment the night before. These clamps had teeth and Lyana screamed as they closed down on her sensitive nubs, it felt like they were about to be torn from her chest. Now that they were firmly secured onto her body her frozen state ceased and she shook and writhed as she tried to shake them off, to overcome the pain.

Tears were running down her cheeks by the time her body slumped, giving in to the pain as her instincts realized that struggling was useless. Leonard stood in front of her, still watching, a heavy whip in his hands. It had multiple strands of leather hanging down, each strand a foot and a half long. As she stared at him pleadingly, she felt whatever was behind her, supporting her, disappear at the same time her legs began to be pulled apart and upwards. Now she was hanging by her wrists, her shoulders less strained as the extreme position forced upon her was no longer in effect and her breasts were now not quite as thrust out, but it hurt her arms just the same. The bands encasing her ankles raised, keeping her legs slightly in front of her but spreading them wide open.

Fear shuddered through her at her exposed position, but instead of starting at the obvious point, Leonard circled around behind her. Heightening the anticipation because Lyana was sure that her front was not going to go unattended.