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Releasing
the slave within.
Part
3.
To excruciating
pain, and beyond
Rynn smiled at Andrew, his words
and valiant efforts at rescuing her had not gone unnoticed. But as far as she was concerned his training
had only just begun, Andrew still had a lot to learn from her and her love did
not come so easily.
“Strip whore!” Came the reply to
the gentile words Andrew had so bravely spoken, but undeterred by her blunt
attitude he stripped slowly eager to show his Lady how much she meant to him.
Getting to her feet she
conveniently produced a whip from down beside the bed and began to thrash him,
without any warning. Andrew fell to the
floor alarmed by her sudden ferocity and attempted to shield his face,
relentlessly Rynn beat him, and the small riding crop kissed his tender skin
audibly, leaving smeared lipstick in ‘broken blood cells’. A shade Andrew was
coming to endure more often.
Soon after he was on the verge
of tears, begging her to stop her punishment through sharp erratic breathes.
“Please My Lady, I beg you stop,
please…. what have I done to anger you, ooowwww please…it hurts…. I…” Once
again, without warning she ceased and simply stepped over his bleeding
shivering body and left him alone.
Andrew lay, shaken at her
unexpected outburst, tears welled in his eyes, not purely because of the pain
but because of her severity, the way that despite he had spoke some of the most
gentile and sincere words in his short life, she seemed unaffected by them, or
perhaps they had annoyed her…. he was at a loose end.
Some time later, after he had
fallen painfully asleep on the hard floor, curled into a foetal position, the
heavy rain batted the windowpanes. He glanced at the window; saw the evening
sky draw taught over the sunshine, the wind blew the trees across the window,
tapping them gently.
Easing himself to his full
height, Andrew wiped the dried tears from his face and went in search of his
lady, full of apologies, and for food to satisfy his rumbling stomach.
The castle was eerily silent,
nothing but the wind and rain for noise, Andrew looked into most rooms
bypassing the dungeon, scared to bump into the tentacles or his lady, with a
whip.
Deciding that the pain in his
belly needed satisfying he headed to the kitchen and made himself a meal of a
sandwich, fruit, and a huge mug of coffee. Once satisfied he continued to
search, but to no avail, his lady was nowhere in the castle. Unsure what to do
he headed to the room where he had first come to and curled into the sheets
that held Rynn’s smell. She smelt of spices and travel to foreign countries,
the gentile aromas allowed him to see the vision of her face, etched into his
eyelids, her small but strong features swam into his vision.
He smiled outwardly, feeling
strangely protected, a feeling which was soon altered once her smell was
replaced with his own, once again the tears welled, Andrew missed his lady
dearly and couldn’t help wonder why she had left him to fend for himself.
Andrew must have fallen asleep,
it was still dark when he woke, glancing round, his new night vision allowed
him to see things in such great detail, the barely there moonlight shone
through his window, casting shadows that the human eye would not be able to
pick up. Once again the castle seemed
deadly silent, but now the whole world seemed to have died along with it, no
noise came from the still trees anymore, the rain had
long since stopped.
With a sudden ferocity the
hunger hit him, from the pit of his stomach, not like the hunger that had made
his stomach growl earlier that day, but a need far greater, that forced his
fangs from their sheaths and the noises that seemed not to exist before
suddenly came alive, each droplet of rain from the tree outside sounded like a
crashing symbol as it hit the ground.
But after a few minutes of
covering his ears, Andrew realised he could block out the noise, and did so. He
had to drink, and knowing with sick realisation it was blood he wanted he stood
unable to move, trying desperately to ignore the feeling but knowing it was
useless to deny the inevitable.
Andrew brought his hands up to
his face, noting how the nails on the end of his long, slender fingers had
grown strong, for climbing no doubt, and catching his prey…. A
thought that shook him to his darkened core. His lady had changed him,
no doubt to ensure his survival, without his new skills he wouldn’t have been
able to defeat the men that had threatened to take Rynn away from him. Turning
his hands over a few times Andrew also noted the paleness of his skin, the way
his midnight blue veins stood out on his grey tinged ivory skin.
By now the hunger had begun to
scare Andrew, its intensity threatened to rip free from him, crouching down at
the sudden pain he realised he was changing, stretching and tearing came from
his spine, an agonising white hot heat seared through him as huge blood covered
wings emerged from his torn back. It healed in seconds.
Andrew stood, his body’s shadow
flung against the far wall making him appear bigger, his wings jutted proudly
from his back, they had torn away the top he had put on for warmth, he wore
nothing but a pair of black pants, that exposed most of his stomach and a small
scattering of dark hairs that lead down the promise of much more.
The scene belonged in the
movies; here he was, where a few weeks before he had
sat at the desk of a crowded office stressed with piles of work, he now stood
as some sort of demon, in a castle never visited by the outside world. Andrew
smiled; this was his new life, a place where he felt he belonged, wings, hunger
and blood.
But what of
his lady? She had not put in an appearance for hours; searching his
connection to her he felt she was far away, but not in danger. Stepping gracefully to the window he placed
his hand on the icy glass, not feeling it as a mortal would and glanced into
the dark night. Nothing out there scared him anymore, he was the hunter, and he
was the feared.
Andrew thought of his past, a
feeling of wonder had always been with him, he remembered feeling watched his
whole life, watched and protect by an unknown force, but a lot had happened to
him in his short life, his early years were plagued with abuse, a mistrust of
an evil man. Thinking back to those days brought a painful tear to his eye
knowing that he had gone unpunished…
“That’s it run and hide Andrew…”
came the voice, his voice Andrew ran, panting, looking for a good hiding place,
he was scared of the man, he didn’t know that what he was doing was wrong, as a child he was shunned into a guilty silence. The bushes
were small, could hide his small body easily. Andrew wriggled inside and held
his knees to his nose trying to not shake or breathe too hard, despite the
beating in his chest. He swallowed hard as the man reached 20, heard the heavy
treat of his boots seem to shake the ground, Andrew took in a long, deep breath
and bit down on his knee, wincing at the pain but knowing it would stop him
from yelling out.
The man walking slowly, each
step calculated, he of course knew where Andrew was hidden since he was peeking
as he counted, in his mind what he was doing excited him. Several screws had
been lost with the abuse he had received from his father, hardened him from his
feelings over the years.
“Hmmm.”
He muttered, his voice was gruff from smoke and
whiskey, a substitute cushion for this worthless life. Andrew could almost hear
him scrape his fingers over his stubble, despite shaving that morning. It
sickened him, brought a vile acidic feeling to the back of his throat. everything about the nasty man did. Andrew was a little
spark, forced to grow up before his time had wizened him. As the man stood
inches from the tree that offered no protection Andrew slid backwards trying to
make a run for it. He miscalculated his
steps and slipped down the bank, grassing his knees as most children do but it
was a grave mistake, Andrew knew his abuse was bad, but when angered he lost
all his inhibitions.
As his hand came down and his
fingers coiled in Andrew’s t-shirt he closed his eyes tight and begged inside
for his mummy.
When he opened his eyes again,
Andrew was back in the castle watching a storm brewing, along with his anger,
turning he was now blind with rage, it had befallen him like a red veil, his
vision was blurred, smeared with a scarlet ferocity. His feet barely touched
the floor his wings stretched a good foot above his head, and brushed against
the door jam as he headed for the door.
Outside the cold night air
bypassed him, he felt nothing now, nothing but the anger that opened his wings
and sent him with a grim smile on his face.
He sped over the vast forest that surrounded his lady’s castle, a great
river, toward the rising sun.
The man, withered from age, sat
in his armchair, he faced another sleepless night, blurred by more cigarettes
and even more whiskey, he had long since stopped feeling the burn as it passed
his decaying throat but waited for the warmth that spread up, that blanked out
his childless, loveless existence. He was aware of the demon inside him,
growing, like ivy chokes a tree, he monster inside was choking him, it was too
late though. The doctors had informed him the disease was spreading at a rate
they had never seen in their professional lives. It had started in his lungs, every winter his
cough got worse, this year he was woken up every morning hacking like a madman,
the mucus (he mused that to be the answer) simply wouldn’t budge and the cough
went far on into the mornings, ironically, cigarettes seemed to be the only
thing that eased the pain.
Like lightening the disease had
spread, from his chest to his lymph nodes, stomach, liver, brain and anywhere
it could latch it’s greedy little cells to. It had
taken him just a month from the first morning of coughing to hall his ass to
the practitioner, who had shipped him off to hospital without a second though.
“I’m sorry.” The young man had
said, of course he wasn’t sorry since he was obliged to tell many people each
day they were dying. Not even the word ‘cancer’ hit home. He knew his fate, and
now he was left with the daily struggle of living. A nurse visited once a day,
just that week he had been forced to give her a key as he had become confided
to his urine soaked arm chair, the tv sat on all day, ignored. His mind was
elsewhere, in a pit of misery.
He had never married, but gone
through a string of girlfriends who had fled at the first glimpse of his
violent side, he bore no children and was not allowed to keep animals. Taking
another messy swig of the brown liquid that had come to be his friend and
console he saw a figure walk past his window, gently lit by the flickering tv. Watching the door
intently he found himself hoping it was someone come
to rob him and put him out of his misery. As the door flew from its hinges the
old man gasped. And wet himself.
There was no mistaking him, his hair may be longer, his body, young slender,
topless. His face, the Cupid’s bow lips, and graceful curved
nose. Andrew. But it wasn’t the thought of the child he had spent many
nights babysitting and abusing had returned, but the…thing he had become.
Wings, several feet long folded neatly behind him, his face was taught with
anger, his features twisted ferociously bearing six
enormous fangs on his upper set of jaws and four on his lower.
His fists that clenched and
unclenched bore claws, as sharp as saws, as did his naked feet. Andrew fought
to keep himself in line wanting to make this mans death slow and painful. Two
steps was all it took Andrew to cross the tiny front
room and to tower above the old man, he reached down and gripped him by the
collar, drew his face close.
The stench from the old man made
Andrew sick to his stomach, the smell of months of decay hit him like a ton of
bricks, but Andrew very quickly gripped onto his nerve.
“That’s it, run and hide
Andrew,” he repeated with ferocity of years of pent up anger. “You can’t hide
now can you?” Again Andrew fought of the desire to tear him limb from limb. The
man merely stared, frozen in horror and history repeating itself.
“Kill me…” the man managed to
croak.
“Gladly.”
Came Andrew’s sole reply and he tore the man’s throat
clean away from the bone, only to throw him on the floor retching from the
rancid taste of his blood. The man lay to choke and bleed to death as the word
‘cancer’ groaned from Andrew’s lips and he took off once again into the night a
feel of nausea sweeping over him.
Somewhere in the forest he lost
consciousness, and fell into the trees, the branches, cutting and scraping his
new wings, his skin tore and bled onto the forest floor and once again the
night took over, strong, silent and proud.
Like history repeating itself
she came, out of the darkness as if she had never been there before and had
flown in the wind, a mixture of particles and spices, come to save the day.
Effortlessly Rynn took his limp
body into her arms, knowing Andrew had ingested far too much cancerous blood to
make it alone, her composure would never allow her to worry about it, it was
simply time to call in a few favours, which meant a trip. Sighing at the
prospect of several days of driving, and trying to
keep Andrew stable would take much of her energy, but he was worth it.
Rynn packed little, a few
changes of clothes, her toothbrush and a cooler full of blood along with her
medical box. She decided the land rover was a better choice than her Audi since
it had a lot more room, and was good should she need to head cross country.
Once the car was packed she tended to Andrew. He was in a bad state, shivering
occasionally, no doubt stuck in a nightmare he couldn’t escape from. She bent
down and kissed his head, which seemed to soothe him from deep inside his
raging mind.
Bundling him into the modified
back seat/bed she put on a very slow drip of her own blood, meant only to
restore his powers soon after he got through this, and then began the car,
running around the castle once more to make sure everything was ok.
Twenty minutes down the road her
mind was already wandering away from the road, realising her hunger was gaining
on her slowly, Rynn cursed. It never chose a convenient time, still after 124
years the hunger had subsided so much that she could survive on just one kill a
month. Turning up the radio and checking
the rear view mirror, to see Andrew asleep she put her foot down harder on the
accelerator and drove far into the night.
The service station was empty,
Rynn’s car keys jingled slightly as she crept, running her hands along the
glass doors, running silently for the first fake plant
as cover. There seemed to be no one around, she looked into her mind, her TK
told her there was blood to be found here, mostly in the male toilets, a
meeting place for the truckers.
Sensing there was time Rynn ran
off to one of the shops that stayed open 24/7 and purchased a soft bear that
had a little red ribbon around its neck, some JD and a cd. Dumping the bag
behind the same potted plant Rynn took up her vigil of the toilets again,
crouching she zoned in on the noises of the tiled room, belching, farting the
general behaviour of untrained men, tapping into them Rynn felt that the
majority had a few to drink, but there was one, a young man, on his way to his
lover no doubt, it was a shame he would never see his destination.
Her taking of blood was loveless
and ritual, she waited until the room was empty of all but him then simply
sauntered in, he looked shocked, partly because she was a woman in a guys
toilet and because she was so beautiful, spraying his blood on the grubby tiles
wasn’t difficult he LET her kiss him, and later welcomed his fate, knowing
blood loss kills. Rynn let his body slump against the stall toilet, blood
dripping down the walls; she grabbed her bag and headed back to the land
rover. Andrew still lay slumped on the
back seat, his breathing had slowed to a steady rise and fall and his
nightmares had subsided into visions of his lady as he took in her blood.
“I got you this,” She said
gently tucking the bear under his arm, he seemed to smile, but Rynn wasn’t
sure. Jumping into the driver’s seat she popped the cd in the player and sped
off once more.
Two days and four service
stations later Rynn stopped her car, in the middle of a field of sheep, a field
that stretched for miles, into mountains, a river and more fields. The
countryside air was fresh, the breeze cool, and once the land rover’s engine
was silent it felt as if they’d travelled back in time, and literally, they
had. Here the vampires were old school, it was old dress, human enemies, no
daylight etc etc, not Rynn’s cup of tea, although they thought her mental to
practise such odd techniques she would be more than welcomed. It wasn’t very
long at all before news of her arrival had spread and out of nowhere came three
of the elders, dressed as per usual in long robes, hoods down.
They reached her arms
outstretched, “Rynn, my dear.” Said the middle figure.
“What brings you to our side of the world, and thank you once again for parking
your land rover in the middle of our corn field.”
“Well you know me Valek, never
one for a subtle entrance.”
“Yes….(cough)…
well, as I was asking, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Under
normal circumstances the figures would have removed their hoods, but the elders
were severely against the sunlight.
“My… Andrew.” Rynn said pointing
to the car. “He called out to me so I answered, he has been changed for about 3
weeks now, he’s coping well although he had a rather
nasty encounter with a cancerous batch of blood.”
“Oh dear, I see.” Said Valek. “I am to assume he is a mortal?”
“Bingo.”
“Rynn, dear you really need to
stop getting yourself into these scrapes…but you know you are more than welcome
in our realm, please excuse me I have to attend important business and shall be
out of the city for a few days, but my assistants Sarten and Mikeal will be
more than happy to offer you anything you need, please leave your companion
with them and he will be well looked after.”
“Thank you Valek.” Rynn replied.
With that he shimmered out of sight and left the four of them alone. Sarten and
Mikeal proceeded to remove Andrew from the car, along with the blood from the
cooler. And instructed her to her new room below ground.
Of course the best had been prepared at such short notice.
Left to her own devices Rynn
decided to greet some old friends, perhaps organise some sort of celebration.
There was of course another reason for her arrival at her home ground; The Highlands
was the place most vampyres came to complete the ceremony of the life bonding,
where two vampyres were bonded in the ancient way, as soul mates. But Andrew
wasn’t a vampyre or an elder, which was common practice for all females to bond
with elders. Valek knew of Andrew’s
mortal origins, and even though he may not have voiced his opinions earlier it
was clear that he, and a few others might have
something to say on the matter.
Rynn connected to her slave for
a short time, felt him to still be in his weakened state, although he had now
stabilized. Cancerous blood could be fatal to even elders in large doses,
strange that Andrew as a mortal had drank enough to kill him several times over..and had lived this long, it didn’t bear thinking about.
Although Rynn was a ‘new age’ vampyre and kept Andrew as her slut, she loved
him. Her broken heart had called out to him, after she had finished mourning
over Raek.
His tall muscular frame easily
shrouded Rynn, but she didn’t mind that, when she was sired by a French prince
long ago, she was barely 21, hadn’t had the chance to develop fully, her
breasts weren’t at their full size but were ample, and at a mere 5’4” she was
deemed tall for her age back then. All attributes the courageous Raek found
most admirable in his vampyrik bride. This was their day of union and they were
about to part, as in mortal marriages seeing the bride in her union gowns was
deemed unlucky and therefore forbidden, of course not unlucky in a sense that a
couple may not stay together because unlike their mortal counterparts,
marriage, or union as it was called was a life bonding, personal vows were
said..blood swapped, followed by a very passionate 3
days.
The 3 days that followed a union
were often sketchy as they could differ some couples preferred to live as
humans since couplings often involved half-breeds while fully fledged vampyres
preferred to have hard, and often damaging sex
followed by a long sleep to recoup.
Raek was an elder, Rynn a mere
fledgling, however when she was sired it came about that she was born a
vampyre, the blood her master had given her had enabled her to become a
day-walker and an asset to her
The pair, still naked from their
sleep stood close, Raek’s lips kissed Rynn’s took them between his teeth and
bit, tasting the tiniest trickle of fresh blood, her life blood tasted sweet,
mixed with her Master’s Ivan. He was a good man, and Raek knew that Ivan had
given his personal permission for this union. Before long Raek and Rynn were
lying back on the ruffled bed, parting her small legs Raek thrust into her
evoking a moan of pleasure from Rynn.
Soon the air was charged, things
began to move, the wind picked up fluttering the curtains, they were red as
most things inside their mansion, the colour of passion, love and of course
blood.
Their sex was frantic, hard and
fast paced, Raek growled and thrust as hard as he could, resting his huge
weight on one arm while the other kneaded Rynn’s milky while breast. Rynn’s
head was buried in Raek’s shoulder biting at his honey coloured flesh.
Before long Raek came along with
Rynn and a loud growl of sated pleasure Raek pulled her close and kissed her.
“I will see you at our union my
bride.” And with that Raek stalked from their room. That was the last time Rynn
saw him conscious.
“You still think of him don’t you?”
The familiar voice put a non-too-pleased smile on Rynn’s face. Arkah, an elder, with an attitude. Rynn had never liked
him…Arkah had never understood why they had made Rynn a princess. A mutual dislike.
“What’s it to you Arkah?” Rynn
asked forcing the urge to yell at him down. “It’s your fault he’s dead.” There
it was, verbal diarrhoea, it just came up, along with the ions of pent up
anger, vampyres were known for holding grudges for a long time.
His hand was almost weightless
on her shoulder.
“That’s a nice piece of meat you
have there…shame you’re not going to stay around very long to be joined with
him.”
Before Rynn had a chance to
react Arkah grabbed her around her neck, holding tight, Rynn knew Arkah, being
on of the ancients, even if he was the most disliked was much stronger than
her, and her attempts at overpowering him that would have easily killed any
mere mortal we’re wasted on Arkah. Rynn could try to struggle but it would just
tire her quicker…she instead had to accept her fate, hoping that something
would save her skin as it often had in the past.
Unbeknown to Rynn, as soon as
Arkah’s hand had encircled her throat something inside Andrew clicked…Rynn’s
blood was flowing through his veins, and the images we’re flickering over the
back of his eye lids, his fists clenched and unclenched on the table, new power
flooded his body, scaring the two nurses taking care of him.
Andrew’s eyes shot open, the
fact that he was attached to monitors did not bother him, and he simply tore
the needles from his forearms, and went, with nothing but a hospital sheet
wrapped about him. Even coming into the coven unconscious didn’t stop him, he
could smell the cretin hurting his lady and just where Raek had failed to stop
Arkah, and perished, Andrew would succeed. Determination coursed through him,
egged on by pure adrenaline.
Arkah had Rynn on all fours, his
arm still around her neck, his other hand tearing at her clothes with ease, she
refused to show any of her feelings, weakness was not
an option. Arkah hooked his long nails into the waistband of Rynn’s black
thong, tore it from her body, slid her top up over her exposed ass and
positioned him at the entrance to her ass. Rynn felt him trying to push into
the virgin hole…somewhere she was saving for Raek, had never had the option to
give it to him. Tears of frustration formed at the corner of her closed eyes,
just as Andrew stormed into the room.
He grabbed Arkah by his long
auburn hair, pulling with strength that would frighten even him later, Arkah
landed with a thud against the far wall and sank down, laughing. Rynn grabbed
her torn clothes and struggled into them, meaning to stop Andrew from hurting
Arkah, or Arkah from killing Andrew, she wasn’t sure.
Arkah was upon him in
milliseconds, his fangs drawn back, as Andrew fell
backwards he instinctively put out his naked foot which landed conveniently in
Arkah’s crotch, sending him flying, upside down in the air through the huge
window of the room. Growling,
and clearly not happy with the vision of Arkah’s large frame rolling around in
the darkness Andrew stormed through the smashed window. Grabbed him by his
thick hair once more, drew him close to his face.
“You killed Raek…I saw it in my
dreams, you will never take her away from me, you will never attract a mate
after I’ve finished with you. And don’t think that you’ll feel the sweet
release of death you piece of scum.” Dragging him, Andrew drew him to one of
the fire pillars dotted around the gardens, drew him up and listened to Arkah’s
screams of agony as his face burnt. When Andrew thought his face would be
sufficiently scarred he threw his limp body to the floor where he was instantly
collected by several passers by who had witnessed the scene.
Andrew stepped back through the
broken French window saw that the wind had already begun to blow the autumn
leaves into the room. His Lady sat
huddled in the corner, shaking from what could be the cold but was most likely
the screams she has just heard coming from outside. Andrew scooped her into his
arms and nuzzled her neck gently, sitting down on their bed.
Rynn felt Andrew pick her up, she did not wish to know what he had done to Arkah or
what the elders would have to say on the matter, she simply snuggled close to
him and fell into a deep sleep, unaffected by dreams of the nights events.
It was sometime in the later
afternoon of the following day that Rynn’s eyelids fluttered open. The sunshine
had dimmed, in preparation for the setting of another day. The door opened
slowly, Rynn instinctively drew up the while cotton sheets to her chin, noticed
Andrew walk in followed by Valek. Valek did not appear to possess any emotion,
Andrew sat carefully at her side, a third figure then entered the room. Rynn
recognised the body to belong to Arkah but most of his hair had either been
burnt away, the rest shaved short. His face, partially hidden by dark glasses
had healed to a horrifying scar, in a permanent angry expression. Rynn could
only guess that was what he felt.
Arkah had been a very handsome
man, betrothed to the daughter of Valek…no doubt she had changed her mind.
Arkah reluctantly entered to room stood at a safe distance from both of them,
he opened what was left of his lips.
“I have been foolish Rynn,
please forgive me, my ultimate punishment was not this,’ Arkah pointed to his
face. ‘But to be kept alive in such a state, I’ve no doubt that given time I
may look somewhat like my normal self but I will bear these scars internally
for the remainder of my existence, you shall see nor hear more of me as I have
decided to leave this coven.’ Rynn seriously doubted ‘decided’ was the right
word and guessed ‘encouraged’ and ‘forcefully’ may have fitted better.
Valek gestured to Arkah to
leave, he passed Rynn a look that felt like pure hatred but simply looked like
frustration due to his scars and left.
Valek then turned to the couple sat, hand in hand.
“Rynn, Andrew, we welcome you
both to our coven, and will be more than happy to conduct the bonding ceremony,
no matter Andrew’s mortal background, it is apparent that for such a fledgling
he is becoming a stronger by the day. We are happy for you two to also become a
part of out community should you wish it.” Valek smiled, something he rarely
did, inside Rynn felt him cautiously touch her mind, he was genuinely happy for
them.
“Thank you Valek,” Rynn said,
standing, her height barely brushing Valek’s broad chest. “We shall be taking refuge here until after
the ceremony, but I intend on us returning to the castle shortly thereafter, as
I have many a business to attend to, but we shall take up on your kind
hospitality until then.” Valek simply nodded, leaving Rynn and Andrew alone.
“My Lady, why are we to return
to the castle?” Andrew’s face still read like a mortal, but his body whispered
to Rynn he was much more.
“To live here would be to
difficult for our relationship slave, soon we will be bonded, but I am still
much older and stronger than you, no matter how well you age I will always
force dominion over you, here things are too liberated and I fear you will disobey
me often, we are to return to the secluded peace of the castle, understand?”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“I have not had a chance to
thank you, slave.” Rynn turned to look at Andrew, his face a picture of
innocence, “you saved my life, twice now.” She smiled at him, caressing his
face.
“It was nothing My Lady.”
Modesty, enforced.
“Maybe so, but I am still
grateful.” Rynn leaned in and kissed his soft lips, as if it were the first and
last time, once again the fires began to burn within them both, a feeling of
rising heat, until it engulfed them both. Tearing at each other’s clothes with
pure animal passion Rynn threw Andrew into the middle of the huge, soft bed, slipping a hand under his neck she drew him to her,
kissing him. Andrew kissed back, their fangs scraping at each other, his hand
came up to her breast, massaged it, Rynn moaned her hands buried in his glossy
hair.
He was inside her, his huge cock
sliding in, all the way, the moaned in unison, joined once again. Rynn let
Andrew lie down slowly and started to ride up and down over his stiff prick,
burning juices flowed within her, and once again electricity danced in the air
around them.
Andrew thrust his hips up in
unison with his lady feeling her black velvet hot pussy tighten around him, his
hands were over her body, sliding onto her hips, helping her thrust up and down
or backwards and forwards.
The night crept on as the lovers
bonded further, their sex like nothing any mortal could experience, Andrew’s
animal growls bounced off the walls, he moaned for his Lady, took her nipples
in his mouth, bit and sucked on them, lavishing attention onto every part of
his Lady’s body he could reach.
Likewise Rynn took in Andrew’s
body, as she always did, it overwhelmed her, his pallid but silky soft skin
felt like silk under her fingertips, long deep red lined appeared under her
nails as she raked them over him.
As the night began to dawn
Andrew came, Rynn too, the pair collapsed, panting, sated into a heap under the
silk sheets.
The next morning Andrew awoke to
an empty bed but heard the shower, saw the steam idly milling around the
bathroom door, left slightly ajar, exotic smells of flowers drifted around the
room sending Andrew’s senses spinning, he knew if he was caught peering at his
Lady’s naked body without permission he would be in trouble, but the smell drew
him, the idea of her naked, soapy body drove him wild with desire, so much so
his cock stiffened.
He looked down at in horror,
hearing the shower stop and the door open, seconds later his Lady appeared from
the bathroom a white towel enveloped her body and her long hair lay, still
dripping wet about her shoulders.
“Dry me
slave!” Was her command, Andrew tried hard to conceal his erection and gently
took the towel from her hand and proceeded to dry her long hair. After her hair
had stopped dripping Andrew brushed it gently so as not to cause his Lady any
pain and used a nearby hair dryer to finish the job, when he was done, she
soundlessly rose to her feet standing above him as he sat on the edge of the
bed.
“Today is the day we will be
bound forever like it or not slave you will become mine forever.”
“My Lady, it is my only wish to
be a part of your life for as long as I live, to serve you has shown me my
life’s purpose and I am in debt to you always for the powers you have given me,
I will always be your slave.”
Rynn couldn’t help but smile,
Andrew would make a good mate for her, and with his new powers he had already
succeeded where Raek had failed, thinking of him made her sigh but before Andrew
noticed she spoke. “Well, I am to get ready here, I
will see you in a short while.” Rynn gave him an affectionate kiss and watched
as he left to the room that he was to change in. Her black dress was pinched in
the middle, enough to show off her flat stomach and ample bosom, her hair was
braided with black and white silk ribbon and her make up was sparse as Rynn had
never been one for make up.
Soon the time came to pass as
Rynn and her slave stood in front of the coven and recited the binding spells,
Valek stood, looking as proud as ever and bound their hands together as was the
ritual, a sign of unity and prosperity in their eternity together.
“And now, Rynn and Andrew will
exchange words.” Valek said and nodded to Rynn to begin, she inhaled and turned
to Andrew a smile made clear that she wasn’t nervous.
“Andrew, when I found you at the
side of the road I knew that Raek had sent you to me, since that day you have
given yourself to me completely, you have saved me from the loneliness that
plagues us Kindred, for that I am happy and I look forward to out lifetime
together.” Andrew’s face concealed his feelings but the brief squeeze he gave
indicated the words had had a good effect. He looked deep into his Lady’s eyes
and spoke.
“My Lady, you have given my life
a purpose, you have allowed me to escape the life I once knew and become a man,
and much more than that, I am forever in your debt and it would please me
greatly to go on serving you, my life has never been so colourful and each day
I am with you the colours spread further. I love you.”
There were sighs of joy from the
congregation as the couple turned and walked, their hands still bound into the
huge banquet hall where a feast of celebration had been prepared for them.
Andrew and Rynn took their seats at the head of the table and everyone raised
their glasses to the new couple. The Party went on until the first rays of
sunshine broke the night sky and finally Rynn and Andrew were left alone. Rynn
turned to him and ordered him to pack.
“We are to leave tomorrow
evening my love.”
“Yes, My Lady.” Andrew still
wanted to stay, and this was clear to Rynn, but their life style would not be
welcomed here because generally the females were the more submissive and there
was no way Rynn would have had that, even Raek knew this about her, it was what
had attracted him to her, he had told her. Her stubbornness was ‘cute’.
As the morning grew late the
couple climbed into their bed one last time before the long trip home, before
long Rynn had Andrew on his knees, his arms tied apart, his legs spread apart
by a four foot metal bar, Andrew whimpered as his Lady cracked a whip against
his sensitive skin, telling him that he was still her worthless slave, and
always would be, Andrew tentatively thanked her for each spank she gave him
until he could bear no more and his thanks turned into begging supported by
heaving sobs that shook him.
His Lady soon stopped and
mounted his spread legs, Andrew could feel the strap
on pushing at his ass cheeks and instinctively begged not to be punished that
way.
“Oh, no, please…please My Lady,
have mercy, please not that, anything but th….” But
his pleas were cut short as a ball gag was rammed into his mouth and all that
ensued was a mumbled groaning that was practically inaudible. Rynn twisted her
fingers through his long silky black hair and pulled back at the same time as
ramming the strap on deep into his ass, Andrew attempted to scream but it
didn’t make much sound and soon all that came from his mouth were groans of
ecstasy as the feelings of pain turned into pleasure. Rynn plunged the huge strap on in and out of
Andrew’s ass, he felt every inch in his new sensitive state, it was so
pleasurable every touch from his Lady’s fingertips would send hot fire coursing
under his skin, his cock was throbbing it was so hard. It threatened to explode
all over the silky, sweaty bed sheets beneath them.
Soon the room was steamy from
the passion and the two heated bodies, the feeling of the strap on had brought
Rynn near to orgasm and just as the verge approached Andrew could no longer
hold it in and came all over the sheets, buckling under the intensity of his
orgasm, this in turn set Rynn off and they both fell onto the bed moaning in
pleasure, she forced herself to move wearily and untied his hands, and his legs
and the pair fell, once again into a sweaty but sated pair and slept soundly.
The next day Valek saw them off
asking Rynn once more if she was certain that they wouldn’t stay. Rynn took his
hands in hers.
“Valek, you have given your life
to this coven, I love and respect you, but I have my castle to take care of and
my livelihood, you know me, I am stubborn and could never live the way the
elders’ wives live, I am independent and strong and this would bring shame upon
me. We will be along to visit though, that much I can guarantee.” Valek sighed,
but the smile was a genuine one, something which he rarely did, it touched
Rynn, she would miss this place deep down.
“Take care of him, and when he
is strong you must bring him back here, he will be an asset to us, above all
remember we are your family and we look forward to seeing you here.” With that
Valek kissed Rynn on her forehead and disappeared, climbing behind the wheel of
her Land Rover Rynn sighed happily.
“Well slave, back home we go.
You have much learning to do.” Are you ready?
“My Lady, I anticipate it and
fear it all at the same time.” The engine was low as it left the empty field,
the road back to the castle was clear from traffic, it would be a tough time
for Andrew after they returned, but she had released the slave within him and
made him see his own fate. In her capable hands.
Gemma
Jones.
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