Under the full moon, a dark shadow flowed across the land. Creatures of the night stilled and held silent as the apparition moved through night. At times, it held the form of man, at times an animal,other times a winged being, then it seemed to be nothing more than a dark mist. It restlessly searched, for what it was unsure. It stopped, tilting it's head to the side as if listening. It's eyes narrowed into thin slits of red. Far in the distance a soft voice floated through the night. The sound more lovely than the angels of heaven. The creature growled deep within its throat. He stood, spread His leathery wings and took flight. Quicker than the hawk it flew over the land, resting as the light through a window fell into His view. His thoughts burning as lightning through His skull. "What manner of creature is this that sings with the voice of angels. How dare one from above tread upon the land I claim as Mine." Without sound, He moves closer to the light. A breath's distance from the window, His form changes once more, a dark shadow blocks the light from the window. He watches the one within.
Within the tiny cottage the young woman moved quickly from the fire to the bath. She carried a small pot of hot water to the large tub as another pot heated quickly in the roaring fire. Without notice of things beyond her walls, she carried on in her tasks. Her heart light, she sang songs of a wonderful love, a love that flooded her soul with joy. The room warmed by the fire, the steam rising from the tub filling the air with a light mist. She moved to the dressing table. Sitting, she loosened her light brown locks from the bindings holding it back from her face. Her silky hair tumbled softly over her shoulders and half-way down the length of her back. Her hand reached for the silver brush upon the table. Continuing the soft melody, she pulled the brush firmly through the wavey strands. She stood and moved back to the tub. In the warm mist she dropped the white silk dressing gown. It seemed to float to the floor. Outside the window, the dark shadow felt a tightening in His loins. A low hungry growl slipped from His lips as the girl bent over the tub, slipping her tiny hand through the hot water. Slowly she stepped into the tub, allowing her body time to adjust to the heat. She watched as her skin began to turn pink, then red. Easing slowly down into the water until all was submerged, save her head. She hummed softly as she closed her eyes and let the heat and the water carry her cares away.
Dark smokes seemed to billow from beneath the door, rolling slowly along the floor into the shadows beyond the touch of firelight. Once more changing, taking again the form of man. From the shadows He watched her, breathless, hungry, His eyes burning with desire for this angel without wings. Silently He began to ease from the shadows, moving cautiously behind the girl. She pulled Him to her by some unseen force, as though He could not control His longing for this one. His face drew closer to hers, she did not move. His breath soft to her skin, causing only a shiver. She passed it off as a draft from beneath the door. Before another breath, His mouth closed upon her neck, His clawed hands gripping her firm, rounded breasts. Her eyes widened in shock and terror. Her mouth opened to scream but the scream was silenced as His teeth broke through the skin. Her hands gripped tight to the sides of the tub as she felt her pulse racing against His tongue. Without understanding why, she felt a tug within her belly and a fire began to burn. Her hands slipped from the tub, floating over the large hairy arms. Her tiny fingers slipping between the long talons, squeezing. Her eyes closing once more as she feels Him begin to release His bite. Her voice in a soft whisper. "Master." He stood and walked around the tub holding His hand out to her. She looked up into His eyes, knowing at once that even had she wished it, she would be able to deny Him nothing. She placed her hand in His and seemed to have been lifted from the tub. Her body fell in close to His. His hands took pleasure in the soft curves as droplets of water trickled down her body. His lips, tongue and mouth taunted her neck and shoulders. Her fingers closed into fists at her side as His teeth grazed over the fullness of her breasts. Without her consent, the tiny nipples rose to stand erect under His attention. She drew a deep breath as His teeth cut into one sending tiny darts of pain shooting straight into her core. Before she could think to release the breath, His talons flicked sharply over the other. Her body jerked in the tender pain echoing in both breasts. Clinching her teeth tightly, she instinctively knew not to breathe a word nor move a muscle. Standing perfectly still, but for the gasping of her breath as He continue to take pleasure her quivering breasts. Her mind slowly began to ease into a sweet fog. Her body no longer hers to control. She began to waver, gently rocking. Her mind aching to control the fires blazing deep within her belly. One lone talon slipped from her breast, scaping down her tummy. His haunting cackle ringing in her ears as she trembles beneath His touch. Her heat betraying her. His fingers stroke softly through the warm moisture. Her body flushed in the mixture of emotions. Embarrassed in the knowledge that she sincerely needed Him, her body begging for His attentions, her mind struggling in the conceptions. He brought His finger from her heat, lifting it to her lips. His voice deep and commanding, "Taster your desire, My little one." Obediently, her lips parted and her tongue tasted the sweetness of her need. Before another thought, He spun her around, pushing her forward. Swift and true, His manhood speared deep into her warmth forcing a scream from deep in her belly. She struggled to escape, yet He held her tight. He withdrew to the very tip, holding. She gasped for breath, hoping He had changed His mind. He pulled her arms behind her back locking them, wrist to wrist, holding them firm. More savage than the first, He thrust back deep within the hot walls piercing to her very core. Her scream echoed through the house. Brutally He fed His hunger, plunging further, grinding hard into the pit of her stomach. She writhed, twisting, churning. Discovering the more she stuggled, the more her need blazed within her. In one final thrust, His seed erupted within her trembling core. Her body pulled and curled tightly. Her screams again flooding the room as her own release ripped back over the length of His throbbing member. "Mmmmmmmmmm, My little one..... now tell me, Who do you belong to." Her body weak and shaken, she could but whimper softly. He pulled her wrists, jerking her body back against His own. "Who do you belong to?" Between the soft whimpers and sobs, she managed a tiny whisper. "You, Master.... she belongs to You." He spun her around once more looking deep into her eyes. Shaking she felt sure her legs would surely buckle but He held her fast. He brought both of her hands to His lips and kissed them softly. "And why do you belong to Him?" She drew a slow deep breath, looking back deep into His eyes, not seeing the burning lust, but seeing the deepest love and devotion. Her body straighten, standing tall, her head held high, "because, Master Diablo... because it was meant to be, she is Yours because she must, it can be no other way." He pulled her close, kissing her passionately. "Do you know how much I love you, little one?" She nods slowly, "Yes, Sir... she knows in every part of her being." Softly He kisses her cheek, "And do you wish for all the world to know?" Her heart begins to pound deep within her chest. Without understanding how she knew, she knew what He meant. "Yes, Master... she wishes all the world to know she is Yours."
He slipped His arm tightly around her, just below her shoulder blades. Holding her so tight to Him she feared her ribs would surely snap. With His other hand, He pushed her face to His neck, "Now, My precious one, should you feel the need, you may bite, you may scream, but you must not move. Do you understand?" Once again her legs felt weak. She swallowed her feeling fear drying any wetness in her mouth. "Yes, Master Diablo... she understands." His fingers slipped through her hair, raising her face, "Are you sure you wish to do this, little one." She held her head high, "Yes, Master... she is sure." He softly pressed her face into His neck once more, holding her firmly. His eyes blazed, flames licking the pupils. One talon scraped over her right shoulder. She bit into His neck hard, the flesh muffling her scream as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her shoulder burned in a pain she had never felt. It seared straight into her soul. Her mind begged for her to pull away as the talon continued to move and burn. She held fast, screaming into His neck, tears flowing. The fires of hell has taken over her shoulder. His arm released its hold on her body and she sank to the floor. He knelt there with her, holding her tenderly. Softly caressing her face, tenderly kissing her, "It is done, My darling brave one. Come to the mirror and see." He raised her from the floor, she did not even feel her feet touching it, her body could feel nothing but the throbbing burning in her right shoulder. He sat her at her dressing table, moving the mirror. There upon her right shoulder she now wore His brand, two dragons, entwined in a circle, holding tightly to each other against unknown forces, and bound together for all eternity. Softly His lips touch to the brand and it instantly cooled. "As are W/we, My love... bound together through eternity." She glanced once more at the beautiful dragons wrapped in loving embrace through time. Her eyes lifted to His, her words soft but sure, "Thank You, Master Diablo..... i love You." |
