A War Dawning Ch. 02

"So I am constantly left trying to answer the question of how to play with the mind of a lovely pet that I like as she is, yet so craves change that only I can provide."

"You could take the craving," she whispered. "You could slip into my mind and end it with a whisper."

"And you would like that, too," he said, dragging his fingertips up her spine, but to be honest, even that would change you. I wouldn't want to take a joy from you. To be honest," he began with a grin, "sometimes I enjoy my quandary. But I believe I have come up with something that would please us both."

Her heart began to pound at the thought and she knew he could see it.

"Convince me to share it with you, you wet little slave."

She bit her lip before giving him a coquettish smile in anticipation of pleasuring him as much as the promise of what might come. She kissed in a straight line down his breastbone to that long, thick prize between his legs. Even with the room warm, the shift above the water gave her goosebumps, not that she paid them any heed. It was a fine cock and she treated it so. There were always whispers of the men men and women of the southern quarter. Poor, downtrodden, dim, and beyond the social niceties of the high-born, all they did was fuck and breed. The men were said to be powerful and endowed enough to split any woman in half in the most divine of ways and the women were always eager for fucking and ready to orgasm at the slightest provocation. How much of that and every other wicked rumor was true she didn't know or really care, but she could say that he fit the stereotype physically. His cock was long, thick, and proud and, as she stroked it with both hands slowly and with reverence, she could count the beats of his heart in that flesh.

Both hands, one on top of the other moved excruciatingly slowly up every inch. She held it firmly, hands coming up the shaft until the hand at the bottom was alone at the top to twist her hand around the plum head as the free hand found the bottom once again, starting the process over again. Elan watched his eyelids flutter and it pleased her. "You do that well, Vessen."

"I have enjoyed learning what you like. Even before you claimed me, I took pride in being an attentive lover. It's only more important with you." She sped up her motions on his cock and he grunted in response. "I know what you like and need, as you do with me. We suit one another even if am completely yours."

"We certainly seem to just now, don't we, slave?"

"Do not call me that." she said with surprising sharpness. "You commanded that I convince you, so do not distract me with that word."

He was suitably contrite. "Do forgive me, slave."

She bit her lip and endured the wave of submission and heat that went with it, but stayed focused. A bit faster for a moment before moving slightly faster still. In short order, she was happy to see him firmly gripping either side of the tub. He was finally ready for her to open her jaw wide, exhale, and open her throat to him. She had long since learned how to breathe and swallow him and let her tongue press against his skin and coil around his cock.

"Yesssss, Vessen." His own control threatening to fall away.

She moved quickly and forcefully, imagining herself as that little machine he could create as she cupped his balls, rolling them in her hands, cradling them too." He tasted of the citrus oil which made her mouth water even more than from just the girth and length of him.

He watched her work and listened to the gagging sounds she made with each down stroke and he listened to her snort as she breathed harder trying to control her own excitement. Every few milking sucks from her mouth made his hips involuntarily jump upward. The added sounds from her that came with an attack on her throat threaten to push him to the edge."You do so well for me, slave."

She whimpered on his cock, a weak, dirty sound.

"Yes, my slave. Choke on it. Yesssssssss. Goddess, slave, choke on it."

She all but shrieked on his shaft at the sound of that word in her ears and caressing her mind even as it was forever burned to her soul.

"Vessen... my slave." He looked up to the chandelier, candles flickering like stars before wincing, using all he had to control himself. The only thing that kept him from filling her mouth was the fact that she'd stopped sucking as she gripped the tub herself, shivering in an ecstasy so intense that the muscles of her arms and back rippled as though straining against an impossible weight.

Ready for more himself, and to reward her, he scooped her slight frame into his arms, kissing her cheeks and whispering sweetly as he watched her head roll like a doll's head loose from its body. "Vessen, come back to me. Come back, my love. Come back, slave."

It took several moments for her eyelids to lift fully so that she didn't look as though she'd been drugged and several more before she was planting feathery kisses upon him in return.

"You've convinced me."

Her reply still sounded a bit groggy, though she smiled for him. "I was... confident in my abilities, Deres."

He took her hips and she took the cue, placing her hand at the base of his cock, nestling the tip at the entrance to the cleft just under a snow white tuft of hair. There was a sharp intake of breath on her part as he spread those lips and hummed as the pink beyond that entrance hugged his cock tightly before they began a slow, leisurely fuck, enjoying one another until Elan returned fully to herself. Having tortured herself with not knowing for as long as she could. "What will you do to me?"

He pressed his hand between her legs, thumb over her clit, massaging firmly, liking the quiver of her belly at the touch. "I was thinking that, since you are settled and happy, and, to tell the truth, I have grown quite fond of you, I'm not sure you need Vin in your mind anymore, do you?"

Her cunt clenched. Vin had been her love before that night her commander, Devine Kress had knocked on her door with the news that she was needed for a secret undertaking. She'd barely had time to say goodbye before morning, but he understood her duty and wished her well. Deres had not set out to own her, she knew that. But even if he had told her to go back to her old life as though nothing happened, she wasn't sure she could, even with her compulsion to obey. He had left it to her to handle as she saw fit and would have sent her back to him if that was what she ended up choosing.

But, being with Vin again, she knew she had changed. She had been corrupted by one, and claimed by another whose only demand was that she be who she was before. But it was like writing every bit of who you were on a piece of paper before balling it up to throw it away, only to change your mind at the last moment. You can unfold it and spend forever smoothing it flat, but, in the end, while all you are is still there, it will never be entirely the same again.

All being with Vin did is remind her of that. She still cared for him, but it wasn't the same and they both knew it. She had told him all the truth that he would understand in that the events of the journey changed her and it wasn't fair of her to hold on to him, nor fair of him to expect that things would go back to normal, so, after more than a few pained discussions, they had parted ways. A year ago she learned he had found another and that relieved as much as pleased.

She began to pump herself up and down on his cock, slightly forward so that little sensitive bit of flesh could press against his shaft with just a bit more force. He took her hips, just to hold, just so he could feel her move on him. "Take him from my mind?" She was both terrified and thrilled at the prospect.

"Yes, Vessen. That part of your life is over and settled. Removing most of it from you shouldn't matter. Then you get what you want, and I get my own pleasure from pleasing you. Do you want that?"

"Do it. Fuck. Do it. Prove to me that you own me."

"The quiet girl with the dirty little mouth."

"Because it excites you."

He smirked at her as he pushed her from him enough to grab the base of his cock and bring his manhood straight up into the air, "And my slave likes that."

Elan lifted herself, spine now straight, gazing down upon him before placing her her hand over his. She began actively impaling herself again, her slight frame twitching as he filled her like no other lover ever had. The whine that escaped her throat was as much for that as the fact that he was also about to fill her in a way that no other lover ever could by occupying her mind and soul.

Deres reached and took firm hold of the back of her neck, pulling her down so their bodies were in full contact with one another. They moaned and grunted together for a time as he watched her body slide up and down his. He formed the magic even as he sighed through the pleasure and spoke to her. "You're mine, sweet, and I am glad of it."

"As am I," she breathed. "Now, fuck my mind with your forbidden magic. Do it now."

He was fond of the irony of her order just then. "Yes, slave."

Their tongues played, intertwining as they tasted. Elan suddenly bucked as she felt him in her mind. His was a powerful presence, but reverent. He knew he could mold her or crush her at his will so he would always tread with care. She knew it too, and she couldn't help but fuck faster because of it.

She felt the tendrils of his power worming through her mind, looking for very specific patterns in the tapestry that was Vessen Elan. Finding the first of the threads that he sought, his mind caressed it, tracing the line of it as it threaded through her being, knowing he would have to knot some areas once they were tugged while threading back through others to keep her mind whole. It wasn't an elementary task, but not overly difficult since she was utterly open. The pleasure he felt and felt reflected by her to him drove them both.

Then she was there, seeing the memory of her and Vin's first meeting at a party of a friend. He had been drawn to her exotic look and she had been drawn to his charisma and easy charm. They meshed within an hour, and an hour beyond that they were racing their horses along the nearly deserted back streets, and, when not trying to see whose horse was fastest or which rider more daring, they chatted. Their attraction went from warm to electric in that brief time. Elan remembered back at the stable how his hand tentatively came forward, hoping that she might take it.

She did, looking down at how his fingers looked laced in hers, then up at him as they drew closer, his eyes widening and her heart pounded in her chest knowing what was coming as she looked into his dark eyes. They had fascinated at that moment and they fascinated still as she watched them lighten while her lips drew closer, witnessing them slip from a smoldering brown, to pale. The color drained from them, leaving only the dark iris. Even that began to lighten to gray as the blush in his cheeks vanished as well. The gray spread over his features as though it followed the veins of his body.

But it wasn't just him. Her mind's eye looked around and the sky that was once blue was now colorless and bland, everything blending into everything else into a meaningless mass of drab, pointless gray. Her heart continued to pound, but, no longer because she was living in a moment that once was, but because she realized what was happening. Goddess, he's doing it. Deres is taking him away...like he never was.

You'll understand.

She heard Deres's voice in her mind, firmly in control, and a moment later she did. She still remembered the moment, but it was now as lifeless as the fog of his power she found herself in the middle of was bliss. She could remember it and describe it if asked, but only as a mere recitation of facts. It wouldn't do to completely remove bits of her life. The gaps drilled into her memory with that would cause problems for her, but this way was better even beyond that.

She could go back to the moment and wallow in how meaningless it now was to her. There was no attraction and no passion. It was like being forced to read aloud from a book that bored you to sleep. Even so, she could feel her cunt grip him in eager anticipation, reminding her of both how full she was, but that fullness of control that extended through every bit of her. "Yessssssssss," her voice and mind hissed together as she pushed her nails into his broad shoulders, her hips having found a forceful rhythm.

Then her mind wandered to the first time she and Vin made love in his home. As fiercely as she'd given back, she deferred as well, being what he pleased and doing what he pleased and having fun with that. It was a small home, but cozy, and they'd made love in front of the fire in the main room until both were sweaty and spent. She remembered how Vin tried to impress her, bracing his hands on her knees and power-fucking her into the rug for all he was worth. Elan remembered feeling claimed by him then, before she knew what it really meant. As she explored the memory she shifted her own pace to meet Vin's as she stared down into Deres' eyes, loving how they simultaneously seemed fixated on her yet far away as he moaned.

As Elan felt the heat from the fire in her memory begin to fade she heard herself squeal at the thrill of it. As the color around her began to ooze away and the scene began to melt to nothing her mind raced as her body impaled itself. Vin, Goddess, you could never understand what it is to claim someone. What you were so proud of that night was less than nothing compared to this.

Her body pounded against Deres, trying in her own way to help it happen, pleasure crashing into her in waves and her sounds of her surrender filling the room.

You don't understand what it is to be claimed. I thought I did that night, but the witch showed me. She showed me and he took me. He is everything and he is killing you in my mind, Vin.

And she wanted him to die. It was what he chose and Elan would have wanted it for that alone. But she wanted it, too. For her, it was a part of their intimacy that he seemed to enjoy as well.

When the memory of her lovemaking with Vin died and she knew it was dead; when she knew it was now devoid of physical and emotional meaning and it was nothing more than a recitation of facts, she came. She heaved against him and twisted herself on her Master's cock.

The feeling didn't ebb in the slightest as he sought the next memory.

She rode ecstasy that wouldn't stop as she bounced on him while the color drained from that one too.

And on and on until gray was the most beautiful color that existed.

To Be Continued...