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Through The Starry Night || Shadow and Cho only

C

Chokuro

Pulsar
Joined
May 8, 2009
The night was beautiful as ever. The silver moon shone brightly, sparkling into the large room that the Princess laid to rest in. The large bed with light blue curtains glimmered perfectly in the silver streaks that came in through the ever-open windows. Lonodiel never liked to hide the moon. She adored everything about night time. The new animals that would emerge, the mysterious shadows which lurked in corners, the sparkling stars â?? everything just made her stomach flutter with enjoyment. She was definitely one to appreciate the beauty of nature, and she enjoyed sitting frequently in the middle of the gardens at night. There definitely was a simple beauty to the world when one looked upon it at night. The Elven Princess adored to wander around at night, but too many people put up a huge fuss so she never could do what she wanted to anymore, especially once her father got word. They started to lecture her about how easy it would be for someone to kidnap her when she disappeared without notice and walked around the grounds in her skimpy little nightie. Skimpy? Please. The thing went all the way down to her ankles and was nowhere near see through, but her father had his little girl to worry about. Only heir to the throne, so far.

With her long, brown locks brushed out to their fine sheen, the short female turned and headed to her bed, The night gown she wore flowing with her every graceful step and she stopped at the dark blue bed, pulling back the sheets with a gentle yawn to her lips. Her arms stretched above her head, her back arching forward, breasts perking up just slightly as her curvaceous for slid into the bed with the utmost of smooth motions. Her head settled against the fluffy pillows beneath, long flowing locks cascading over the pale blue silk covered pillow beneath and her right hand rested upon her stomach. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled into the pillow before a soft yawn passed her lips and she soon fell asleep. Her lilac eyes glanced to the moon one more time before she fully fell into her slumber. She easily slept and was a fairly heavy sleeper. Not to the extent of needing to be woken up violently, but just a little loud call of her name tended to do the trick, not that the maid staff liked waking her up. She was not a morning person, at all.​
 
The night outside of the princesses window was silent, and although no one would notice.. it was almost unnaturally so for something truly dark had occurred this night, and it seemed the world knew it even if the 'intelligent' inhabitants did not. Far across the gardens and across from the princesses chamber stood the tower of the Kings premier magician, an elf who had this night found is skill woefully lacking. He had begun the summoning ritual for a powerful demon, planning to use its might to keep his rivals in court from supplanting him. It had gone wrong as soon as he had seen those silver slitted eyes in the smoke caused by the summoning. His circle was broken, in seconds, his body in minutes, and his mind in only hours. Now the mage was finally dead leaving only the demon.

Vulcarik was what the demon went by when in the mortal realms, and for a demon he was mostly human, a fair bit above six feet in height, a heavily muscled frame. Skin the color of burnished steel, and backwards facing horns that held his deep blue-black hair from his eyes were the only overt indicators of his demonic heritage. Although a few small details such as claws and small fangs completed the image. he was clad simply in baggy black pants a numerous chains wrapped around his upper body and arms. The mage had been useful enough and he obliterated the body with a flick of his hand and a burst of black flames, the mans identity would be a useful foil. For now though... he would find the princess the man had spoken of, the only heir to the throne, and a fun... pet to boot.

Dark plots roiled through his mind as he faded from visibility and stole across the gardens, slipping through the princesses open window. he was almost shocked by the utter lack of security... it was if they were asking the girl to be kidnapped... Still he had no reason to curse good luck, he lifted her from the bed easily and contemplated where to go... Yes that prison chamber with slowed time he had forced the mage to mention.. it would give him some time to work. Chuckling evilly, he vanishes along with the girl leaving an Illusory image in her place.

The room they arrived in was a dank cell some fifty feet across, of dark stone, manacles and chains lined the walls, and no visible entrance or exit could be seen. He smirked as he released the force holding her aloft and dropped her to the floor from a few feet up, "Good evening princess..."
 
Lonodiel had been sleeping peacefully, nothing to disturb her â?? hence the lack of guards in her room. She hated when they were remotely near her and would constantly protest them trying to get her out of the room at the littlest sound. She really, really hated them. They were nothing but a nuisance and she would not deal with them clacking around in their armor and bothering her. Sure, their armor was elven-made and so it was lighter than normal, but they were still very noisy. Musically noisy actually. It sounded nice when the soldiers were marching, almost like their own wind-chime type sounds. They were nice, the soldiers and the sounds. Thing being, she did not like to be disturbed. Again, she was definitely not a morning person. She could be nice when there was someone there to deserve her kindness, but she did not like waking up. Sleep was so peaceful and her dreams so beautiful, she disliked to be taken from that. She just needed to wake up on her own, or at least have a good half hour before she was civil again. Being woken up in the middle of the night by someone kidnapping her? Definitely not the highlight of her day. At all.

Before she could shout for the guards outside of her door, she was no longer in her room. Her lilac eyes went wide and she stared around before letting out a yelp upon being dropped onto the cold floor of the dungeon. She looked from one place to another before looking back at the man, rather glaring up at him. Who the hell was he? She knew screaming would be utterly pointless. They were obviously in a dungeon, and he did not seem dumb enough to be near her castle. She growled and her arms folded over her lower torso and she glared up at him with quite a few grumbles to her. â??Can I help you?â? She asked, clearly annoyed with the man. She did not know why exactly she was here, but she definitely was not happy. That and what good was an Elf Princess to a demon? She doubted that she was of much use to him. Well, whatever the issue was, she just wanted to know so that she could tell him to go back to hell and that she would not be doing anything for him. She was cold, woken up from her slumber, and her nightgown was now dirtied from this disgusting floor.​
 
Vulcarik raises an eyebrow at her harsh tone and his expression becomes one of amusement, "Not very... refined for a princess are you little girl." he chuckles a bit taking a step closer as he continues to speak, "Nor very intelligent it would seem... after all I could kill you with a wave of my hand..." he crouches down before her, seemingly without any trace of a guard, as if he deems her no threat at all. "You will be helping me princess, one of your mages was foolish enough to summon me, it broke the banishment one your forefathers had me under, I think it would be most amusing to defile that mans memory by violating his several times great grandughter, and taking the throne by using her... don't you agree, Princess?"

He cups her chin, in one clawed hand as he speaks, forcing her to look up into his malicious silver eyes. "there is only a single option for you.. will you choose to be compliant and make this easy? Or will you fight me and make it fun?" His eyes literally flare with lust at that statement. His particular pleasure has always been breaking down those with pride, and royalty always has their pride. It was satisfying to watch hope crumble, pride shatter, and hopelessness set in. Especially with the way this one had greeted him, no fear, no nervousness... yes, breaking her would be amusing. these thoughts passed his mind in a few moments as he studied the princesses body, she wasn't a bad catch in that department either.
 
Lonodiel stared up at the demon, her gaze unmoving, even as he posed his threat. She did not care. She had heard plenty of things like that before. She was a princess, she was not ignorant to the workings that went through perverse peopleâ??s minds. She knew that the world was not all butterflies and rainbows, and beautiful nights, which was why she loved them so much. Her arms wrapped tightly around her lower torso, hugging her form and she pulled her nightie closer to her form as she saw his gaze casting over her body. She was definitely aware of the position she was in, and while her heart raced with the many thoughts that found her mind, she did not let it show in her features nor gaze. She was a strong woman, and she would not let some demon seeking the throne let her will be beaten or violated out of her. She was only seventeen, but she was a woman who would not be easily broken.

Her legs crossed tightly and she turned her head away from the other who held onto her chin. â??Violating the heir to the throne will not help you get there, you realize that, donâ??t you?â? She asked, turning to look at him and narrowing her lavender eyes all the more at the demon. Pervert. How dare he look so euphoric over the idea of her protesting. That was disgusting. She hated him already. Though, she did not really like that mage that wanted to kidnap her in the first place .Sadly, unlike this man, she could have taken the mage in a fight. With this man, she knew she was definitely not able to win if she tried to fight back. She would fight, but not to try and escape. That would be a waste of energy, no, she would just fight to keep her dignity in tact. He would definitely not take that from her. She was too stubborn.
 
Vulcarik finds himself growing more and more amused by the girl not showing any fear what so ever in his presence, not something that happened often. he clicked his tongue disapprovingly and forced her to turn back to him with a rough yank. "True, just violating you will not gain me the throne... but once your broken it will be easy enough to impersonate the fool who summoned me." he looked amused for a moment, before he revealed the next snippet of information revealed by the dying mage. "Are you aware that your father was considering a marriage contract for you soon? The man who summoned me was a candidate for it.. one reason he planned to summon a demon... he was planning to get rid of the others." letting go of her chin he snapped his fingers and the chains in the room, rattled and animated, stretching and moving like serpents as they struck and began to coil up the princesses arms and legs.

As he stood looming over her as the chains restrained her limbs and lifted her into the air, he reaches out and tugged her nighty up over her thighs even as the chains forced her legs wide apart, forcing her to display herself like some common whore. "Its only a matter of making sure you won't talk, and soon enough this lovely kingdom will have a demon on its throne." He didn't think she would break from this... no he imagined he had long amusing hours of her fighting him ahead, and that was fine... he had his ways of forcing her silence about his identity.. although she didn't need to know that yet.
 
When her face was forced back to look at the other, Lonodiel did not waver her gaze. Her eyes stared right into those silvery orbs in front of her. Not moving, not even showing a hint of fear. She did not care. He could have all the â??funâ? he wanted, but she doubted it would be anything he would truly enjoy. She was stubborn. Stubborn to the core of putting a mule to shame. She would not let him merely violate her in the obvious ways he was planning. Oh, no. While she doubted se would be able to stop him in any way, she was also fairly sure that just having a woman glaring up at him really was not going to be the highlight of his forceful ways. Who cares about her purity issue right now? She knew she never had any form of intercourse whatsoever. She was the heir to the throne, of course she did not. There were to be no risks of tarnishing the name and producing some bastard offspring with the stable boy. . . Who, by the way, is gorgeous. She definitely would not have minded him, but that was well beside the point. The point being, she would not give him the satisfaction of having her struggle to try and get away or make him stop. His intentions were obvious, therefore, she was mentally prepared.

Suddenly, she was entwined with chains and shackles and her heartbeat instantly increased just a little more. Great. Just . . . Great. She glared up at him, a soft growl vibrated through the base of her throat and her hands gripped tighter into their fists. â??You realize there will be a search for me. Iâ??m missing, you know. The guards will find out and then hunt you down and save me.â? She stated, her jaw clenched out of anger toward the man. Her lavender eyes continued their lethal glare, not flinching when his hand was pulling up her nightgown. She knew that was going to come. Sure, there was a faint pink tinted to her cheeks when she realized the position she literally was in, but she knew that so long as she did not look and see just how lewd her body was being forced to look, she would be fine. It was like climbing to the top of a tree â?? as long as she did not look, she was fine, but once she did and saw how high up she was, she would freak out and probably run down the tree. Well, heights were not a good example since she adored being up high, but it was a runofthemill analogy.
 
With her every word and action she served to further amuse him, he had always enjoyed his victims resisting... but it was rare for one to remain so composed in the face of his threats, and promises. He nodded at her words a fanged sneer on his lips as he snapped his fingers causing the chains to tighten painfully around her limbs dragging her arms above her head as they secured themselves to the dungeon ceiling. "Your guards never knew you left... and a rather convincing Illusion will keep things that way. This IS a special chamber princess.. a secret room my foolish summoner created for his..pleasures." He reaches down as he spoke claws trailing down over her chest cutting through the thin fabric of her nighty and allowing it to fall to her sides in tatters. "Time moves slowly here, we have many hours before the dawn."

His taloned fingers trailed lower across her bared stomach, as he looked down, spreading her still virgin lower lips open with his fingertips, "Still pure? most princesses don't even bother with that anymore.. as much as their parents like to think they do." Keeping her slit spread open with his fingers he prods at her clit with the clawed nail of his thumb, as he continues speaking, "You won't have to worry about that much longer though, and by all means keep glaring... the longer you resist the more satisfying it is when you break." That said, with an idle thought he accessed the wards on the room, dropping the temperature from comfortable to chilly, it wouldn't bother him, but every little discomfort added up when toying with a new victim. One might wonder why a demon was taking his time with this, but unlike most of his kin, he felt he was a bit more refined, it was far more enjoyable to slowly torture and tease a victim into begging and pleading than merely taking them with brute force, he still would eventually of course, but Vulcarik was a patient demon.
 
Lonodiel stifled the gasp that so wished to pass her lips. She did not want to be in this situation. She did not want to and she would much prefer being back in her chambers, fast asleep without any worries whatsoever, other than finding a damn suitor. She knew that was coming up. She was not surprised by that knowledge given to her by the demon. Her father had been hinting that she needed to find a proper prince to wed and she just blew him off like she always did. Why did she need to have a damn King anyhow? She would be perfectly well on her own as Queen. She never thought she needed some man to help her or anything. Partly that was the reason why she kept her purity intact. While she easily could admire the lovely men that were constantly around her, she did not want one right now. She would in time, but that was going to happen in a while, not now.

She grumbled with his comments, cursing silently under her breath. She turned her head away from him once more upon feeling his fingers, her hands tightening their fists and her eyes stayed at a section on the wall. She was not a happy little elf right now. She so badly wanted to kick him between the legs, but knew that would not get her anywhere else than him being more satisfied. She chewed her bottom lip, feeling the drop in temperature and her eyes lifted to the ceiling, thinking to herself. Well, at least she did not hate the cold. She closed her eyes and stayed as she was for a while. Silently counting in her head before she let out a soft little growl. â??Oh. Shut up.â? She mumbled, annoyed to the highest degree right now. If he was going to violate her, then do it. Donâ??t give her a play-by-play of what he was doing. She gasped though, not being able to help when she felt his nail trail along her sensitive flesh. Okay ... She may not be able to be some limp body for him to have his way with. . . Crap.
 
He was having quite a bit of fun, just now he had gotten a response from her, the first step to her breaking, this one would take a good long time to break and he was fine with that. She seemed to expect him to 'get on with it' but no, that would be too easy on the young princess, he would toy with her for quite some time before he had his way, he was above all a patient, and meticulous creature. "No... I don't think I will be shutting up little girl." his words were punctuated by his first real act of violence a hard slap to her cheek, and then a rough pull as he forced her to look back and down, to watch as he spread her pink virgin lower lips open, an pressed the sharp tip of his talon into her clit, idly channeling a spark of magic into the claw, and sending a tiny burst of electricity into the sensitive flesh.

""Again, you seem to think you have some control, such a foolish girl, I'll have my fun when I'm quite ready, after all your not exactly the most... impressive female I've seen, nothing to get excited about, I need to have some fun before I'm ready to violate you properly." He switches gears moving to vague insults. He was bluffing of course, she was rather lovely but again she need not know that. It was all part of the game he played. What so few demons understood was that half of the pleasure from a good breaking was mental not merely breaking the girl physically and shattering their minds with pleasure and pain. Even as he thought of this he idly dropped the temperature further, enough so that her breath came out as mist from her delicate mouth, environmental aspects were of some help as well.. less so against elves.
 
Lonodiel instantly regretted snapping at him. She did not want to show any bit of her annoyance to the demon. He would love it too much, and she knew that. She just could not help it. This whole situation would be better if he would just shut up. She did not want to talk, nor listen to him. She wanted to be thrown to the side already. She wanted him to be bored of her and try to take over the kingdom like a normal person would â?? by waging war. She knew he was going to enjoy anything she did. There was nothing that she could do to make him stop or enjoy this less. She realized that. Even the fact that she had not been all too fazed by the temperature did not affect him at all. All it did was cause him to become more adamant about forcing her to see just what he was doing, and to slap her. That had caught her off guard. Her jaw literally dropped and her eyes shot to the other. He slapped her! That had never happened before â?? ever! Sure, mostly because she was the princess, but she was a lady. One did not slap a lady. She went wide-eyed once more when the electric coursed through her flesh, causing a gasp to come to her lips once more, instantly biting down on her bottom lip to stop from showing the effect he was having. She was not sure what to do with the situation. While it was embarrassing to the high heavens, she just did not hate it as much as she should. Oh god ... She was so screwed in the head.

With his insult, she glared at him once more. â??Then you have bad taste in women, donâ??t you?â? She hissed, not taking the insult as he may have liked. She knew she was gorgeous, and if he did not see that, that was his loss. That and the fact he did not like her aesthetically was not her problem. So what if he had bad taste in the women he chose to copulate with? That was not something that affected her. If he could not get it up without torturing someone first, he was the fucked up one. She did not like the sudden drop in temperature though. Her head lifted and she blew into the air, seeing her breath and actually having a shiver travel down her spine. She closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths through her nose and finding the chilling air through her lungs to be quite refreshing. Sadly, the cold air was only making her all the more able to protest and fight back verbally. She knew physically she was no match, but with wits she definitely had a chance; hopefully.
 
He actually found himself laughing for a moment his actions pausing as he took a moment to mock her with laughter, true she hadn't responded to the insult as so many would have... but that simply made things far more interesting. "Ah... I have bad taste.. or your simply a rather lackluster female, still you are the princess, and you are... required." He resumes pressing against her clit channeling a sightly greater and periodic shocks into the flesh, and kept his other hand on her head forcing her to look down and watch, the chains binding her legs lifted her lower body up forcing her back to bend as he gave her a better look at her open slit. It wasn't long before he slipped a finger inside running idly over her inner walls, the same sparks now erupting inside of her. Not one to leave any part of her unmolested thin tiny chains, broke away from the larger ones slithering up her body as the needleike tips on either end, pressed against her nipples.

"Do you really think you r going to come out of this in Sound mind Princess? I'm going to torture you, do things to drive you to the edge and beg for more.. you may not believe it now but.. you will" With that the needles placed at her nipples jabbed down piercing them through as the chains locked shut, both of her nipples were pierced now, linked together by a small length of chain that even now was crackling with a minor electric charge.
 
Lonodiel sneered at the manâ??s comment. She did not think he would give her the satisfaction of agreeing with her comment, but she expected a little something less degrading. Oh, the degradation did not bother her. Not in the least. Her confidence was not going to be broken that easily, and would probably be one of the things he will wind up having to spend the most of his time trying to break in. Her body was weak. She knew that. She was not a physical person by any means and she knew that getting any form of pleasure from him would easily make her body want him. That was something she figured would be inevitable â?? sadly â?? but she knew her mind would be too stubborn to give into any insults he would fuel into her. Those definitely would not work to break her by any means. If anything, they would only fuel her for being the stubborn woman she was. She was not going to give in at all in thinking she is suddenly some ugly woman not even attractive to a gnome. Like hell that would happen. She was beautiful and if anything, she would get him to say so. It was a weird thought, she realized once it passed, but she actually thought, now, that it would be quite interesting to try and get that out of him.

Before she could completely grasp what was happening, the pain hit her mind before anything else. She yelled out in pain, a soft little shriek ending her call as she stared at her now-bleeding breasts, utterly shocked. What was that for?! Her jaw moved, trying to form some retort but nothing formed other than a slight hint of tears at the corners of her eyes. Those same eyes lifted up to glare at the man, despite him attempting to force her to stare at what he was doing to her. Her eyes fluttered closed, long lashes resting upon her pale flesh as she chewed into her bottom lip with the bit of pleasure that she felt from the electric currents running through her flesh. A gentle and barely audible moan passed her lips before she gasped, catching herself falling into the sensations and she instantly shot her eyes open, staring at him and she growled in annoyance. â??Maybe so . . . but Iâ??ll still win in the end.â? She said, snorting to her thoughts and letting out a laugh. She was sure that the statement would throw him off, or just make him laugh again, but hey, she was entertaining herself. That was all that mattered.
 
He snorted in amusement at her statement, before responding, idly releasing her head and reaching down to the chain between her nipples, he gave it a vicious tug at the same time he forced two of his fingers into her passage, being careful not to force them too deep, after all, tearing her hymen with his fingers would be... unsatisfying, no that would be saved for when he actually took her. "Your an amusing one girl, not many women still have the gall to talk back even after such a short time... " He followed the statement with another vicious backhand snapping her head to the side, "Still I wonder if your resistance is really a result of a strong will... or if your honestly so imbecilic that you don't understand the situation." he switched tacks, insults to her appearance had little effect so why not simply move one.

Honestly though the old demon was having more fun than he had experienced in some time, finally someone who it was taking a bit of effort to work over. He pinched one of her pierced nipples between his fingers twisting and stretching the small nub, before he spoke next, even deeper amusement and mocking in his tone, "Or maybe the elf princess gets off on pain?" The idea of that was almost enough for him to laugh again, but it turned into another snort of amusement. He was getting a bit aroused by this point but he saw no reason to hurry this along yet.
 
The elf took in a sharp breath at the sudden jolting sensations, her eyes widening just slightly as she stared up at the other with a soft little growl to her lips. She did have a bit of a temper. She always had. Her father taught her to control the urges most of the time, but there were the moments where she could not calm down, and well, now apparently was one of those. Lonodiel truly was not oneâ??s average princess by any means. She was not one to start getting into fist-fights, but she had had her share before. If someone annoyed her enough, she would fight back, if they hit a nerve, but at the moment, this demon was just annoying her and that was why her temper was peaking out. She hated annoying people, and he was definitely one of them. Besides, her sleep was disturbed. And yes, she would probably keep bringing that up. For the moment, she would continue to just glare at him. She knew his game. He was trying to mess with her head, but it would not work.

Gasping with the back of his hand to her cheek, she stared at the ground in front of her, taking in deep breaths as she listened to his words. Slowly, her features dropped and she turned to look at him, looking so very pathetic as she looked up at him. â??Y... Youâ??re right...â? she said, barely getting the words out there before her eyes rolled in annoyance. â??Dipshit.â? She hissed with a growl to her lips. Intelligence? That was what he was going for? Please. She gasped when he toyed with her already sore nipple, letting out a soft little moan crossed with a groan. She did not know why, but she did not hate that. She knew she should. Every fiber in her being was telling her that she should be protesting and thrashing about to try and make him stop, but she did not hate the feelings that were being forced upon her by the demon. Maybe he was right. Maybe she did like pain. She would not know, truly. She did not really have experience in the men-area. She had had a kiss or two by different suitors who got cocky, but that was about it. Nothing like this and well, her body was very deprived, and very stressed.
 
He wasn't really taken in by her attempted deception but having his victim insult him back was a rare or almost nonexistent happening. Still he was getting reactions out of her body but she definitely wasn't broken yet... perhaps it was time to step it up a notch. he released her completely allowing her to be suspended once again by the chains, arms above her head, and legs spread wide. As he moved behind her one of the chains on his arms slithered down into his hand, and began to change, but that was all she saw before he passed out of her vision, as he moved behind her he spoke again, "Your an interesting little one, no reaction to insults.. and yet you have to response to the last, a budding masochist the oh so pure princess is." She can hear chains rattling and then a snapping sound as thin metal whipcords formed of tiny chains dig into her back, drawing long bloody welts in their wake, "Lets test that out.. will you want more.. or beg for it to stop?"

"I may actually stop if you beg hard enough little girl.. but I doubt your pride will let you." That snapping sound came again, as the chain lashed against her lower back this time , a third lash, and a horizontal stripe across her back crossed a previous welt. Even as he was doing this the chain on her nipples crackled with electricity and seemed to.. grow a third piercing stud, along with a length of chain from its center, the chain seemed alive slithering down her stomach until it reached her clit, it seemed almost a miniature snake as it reared up and plunged down piercing and locking on the little nub of flesh, even as a fourth strike of the whip drew another bleeding line on her back.
 
Lonodiel watched as the chains positioned her differently. She glanced up to her arms, seeing her hands with the slight traces of blood trickling around her wrists from her nails digging into her flesh. She stared at her arms for a while before slowly turning her gaze to the man just before he disappeared behind her. He was up to something. She did not know what, but she doubted that she would not hate him for it. She knew there was something brewing in his mind, and she had not even had enough time to ponder what the result of him disappearing behind her would be, before the sound echoed through her ears and the pain struck her mind. She gasped, her eyes shooting open and her back arched forward with a little, soft shriek to her lips. She was so very overwhelmed. She did not know what to do. Her body was reacting on its own and her flesh was literally tingling. She had never felt something like this before, and she found that she did not hate what was happening. Oh she was positively the worst.

Another soft yell passed her lips with the second lashing upon her back, a gentle little whimper to her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. She definitely was not right in the head. That damn demon pinpointed her right. She loved this. She was so warped for realizing this, but she did not want him to stop. She was enjoying the sensations that were running over her flesh and coursing through her mind and she did not care anymore. What would protesting the pleasure get her? She did not care anymore. It was not like she was saving her purity for anything special. She just hated all the males around her, so she did not want them near her in any manner, yet alone a sexual one. Soon, she was overwhelmed once more with the chain traveling along her toned torso and soon enough she gasped once more with the pains once more. She arched away from the otherâ??s lashing once more, a soft moan passing her lips as she did so. â??Oh ... Godâ? She panted, her eyes fluttering closed and she took in many deep breaths to try and calm down, yet it was not working as she wanted it to.
 
Vulcarik was, he would admit only to himself somewhat nonplussed, the girl really did seem to be enjoying the scourging, the piercings, everything he used thus far. he had actually struck on a real Masochist. The idea of someone other than himself enjoying his tortures was... intriguing in a sense. Sure he had a fling or two with a kinky Succubus, but a mortal who actually enjoyed his treatment? He wasn't sure whether to stare in disbelief... or break out into laughter. None of this showed as he spoke though keeping his tone neutral but amused, as he stopped the lashes. "Well, well looks like I was right, little princess likes being whipped like a slave, how... unbecoming of her royal highness." The last is obviously mocking.

Although she can't see him she certainly feels it when his clawed hand smacks against her toned rear leaving a bright handprint , "I wonder, just how much do you enjoy being degraded, whipped, and bound? I never thought to see a princess who was such a... slut." he still sounds amused even as the whip chain in his hand rattles and changes becoming a shorter crop whip, still just as painful just a bit smaller, as she found when the barbed metal slapped directly across the handprint and cut into her soft flesh, leaving yet another welt. "Do tell princess, I haven't seen one of your kind... enjoying this treatment before."
 
Lonodiel groaned softly. She was enjoying this far too much. The demon was pure evil and she would feel emotionally horrible in the morning. The physical injuries were not going to be the issue, the fact that she was completely and utterly putty. She was so simple for letting that happen too. She would regret all of what she did today later, but she did not care right now. She found something that was so horribly delicious. She let out another little moan with the slap to her rump, jumping just slightly and she whimpered softly. Her eyes slipped closed and she took in a few deep breaths before she groaned. â??Iâ??m not a slut, you asshole ... And what do you know about royalty? Youâ??re the slime of the earth ...â? She mumbled, just annoyed at the moment with him. She did not like being called names, but knew that protesting would only get him to call her something worse. Though, how she could be a slut when she had never done anything definitely was beyond her train of thought at the moment. Okay, a lot was beyond her thinking right now. Damn the weird sensations she was having. How a demon was able to do this, she never would understand that.
 
He was seeing now that mere violence wouldn't break the girl nor would insults... at least not in one session. He was growing bored though, while torture was amusing it didn't provide him any actual physical pleasure... and after a good hundred odd year banishment, that was what he needed, he snapped his fingers and the loose pants he wore dissolving like so much mist exposing legs just as heavily muscled as the rest of him, and a fully hardened erection, that was larger than what most humans or elves could boast of, and was clearly to large for her to comfortably take. Not that she could see any of this and he kept up a steady rain of lashes on her rear and lower back to keep her occupied as he moved closer, the chains yanking her back Ass up in the air, at just the right height, her arms stretched behind her back and her legs still spread.

As he stepped in he cruelly brought the lash down a single time over her exposed slit, not hard enough to tear flesh this time but hard enough to send stinging agony through her body, "Well Princess, I've known plenty of royalty in my time... can't say I've met a princess with tastes depraved as any demon though." That said he pressed the head of his shaft against her entrance rubbing it along the slit for a few moments before shifting his hips and thrusting forward hard forcing himself inside of her, tearing her hymen to shreds and stretching her walls painfully timed with another lash to her ass.
 
The little elf let out quite a few moans with the pain that coursed through her veins and she tugged upon the chains just slightly in her own attempt to escape the sensations. She liked them too much for her feelings to be normal. She could not even stop the moans that passed her lips. She wanted to not show him that she was enjoying this. She wanted to keep strong and not give in, but the feelings were too great. She was wondering why she had not attempted to do this beforehand, though she supposed that the elves back home would not be capable of what this demon was. She did not know what his name was and she was not sure why she briefly cared, but she had numerous thoughts that went through her mind, all getting disjointed by the pleasure that she felt from his doings. Lonodiel glanced to the chains once more, groaning lightly with the whippings upon her back and she took in many deep breaths through her nose, trying to get some sort of thought back to her mind.

â??It ... just means Iâ??m ... better than them.â? She whispered in between her panting breaths. Her eyes closed and she soon gasped and her eyes shot open when she felt him move into her. She stared up at the ceiling and she gripped onto the chains tightly and a deep moan passed her lips. Gasping, her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned once more. She felt so badly like she was going to be torn in two. She doubted that would be possible, but she really had felt that her body was going to split. She groaned lightly, a deep breath moved into her lungs and she moaned softly, chewing her bottom lip.
 
Vulcarik smirked at her statement even now she was making verbal retorts, he was actually finding himself, almost liking this girl if only for the sheer audacity she showed, "So... your better than them because your more depraved?" his voice is a harsh whisper in her ear as he forcibly shoves more of his length into her, helped and lubed by the blood from her torn hymen, soon enough bottoming out against her cervix... for now. he reaches around her, making use of the chain connecting her nipples as he gives it a sharp tug, stretching her nipples, and even causing pain to shoot through her pierced clit. "Your a strange one... you sure your not a demoness already... you could have fooled me."

Even as he continues to speak, the crop finds her rear again and again, leaving it a mass of torn welted flesh from the continued abuse, he grunted as he moved his hips pulling almost fully out before ramming back in even harder the head of his shaft slamming into her cervix again with bruising force but not quite pushing past, slowly he begins repeating these brutal thrusts at a rapidly increasing pace, timed with strikes from the whip. This girl was becoming fun... she wouldn't break easily... but perhaps she could simply be corrupted, it wasn't a path he bothered with often, most mortals were weak willed and easy to break after all. This one though might be worth a bit of extra effort on his part.
 
She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed once more. She half-heartedly listened to his words. She was too distracted by the feeling of him within her to completely know what it was he was talking about now. Something about how she was depraved and comparing her to demons once more. She knew she was depraved. She was enjoying this too much, how could she not have moved off the proper path? She liked pain like a normal person would like pleasure. She did not know what went wrong in her mind, but she adored the pulling at the chains. It was such a mixed sensation within her. It tingled upon the flesh that was being tugged, yet felt so nice as well. Instinctively, her hips rocked against him, moaning gently with the pleasure before she groaned. â??Like a demoness has anything on me...â? She mumbled, panting softly while she took in many deep breaths, her heart raced, her breaths were short and she was surprised she could talk properly. Maybe she was better than she thought she was, in keeping cool anyway. Or that was just her stubborn mind refusing to let him go comment-free.

Lonodiel went wide-eyed and froze when he forced his way back into her so fast. She had not been expecting that, though what was she expecting? She moaned, rolling her hips once more against him and she took in many deep breaths before another moan passed by her lips. She took in deep, panting breaths and her hands tightened around the chains above her head. She held onto her form, rolling her hips against his member with a pleased moan to her lips. â??Didnâ??t I tell you to shut up?â? She panted, getting annoyed with his words in her ear, and just feeling the need to give some sort of annoyed retort. She wanted him to just stay quiet and continue with what he was doing so that her mind could completely blank and just enjoy what he was forcing upon her, and into her for that matter.
 
He merely smirked and gave another vicious tug the chains along her front as she snapped back, "Mouthy little bitch aren't you?" the hand holding the crop moved up and with a flick of his wrist the tip of the crop snapped across her cheek drawing a bloody line. Before moving back to ripping painful lashes into her back, his thrusts slowed not at all, though he ceased speaking at this point, his thrusts growing harder, more brutal with every moment, he sneered as he drew back out and slammed in as hard as he could, he felt resistance for a moment and then the wall between her passage and womb gave, and his full length rammed in, the head of his shaft, now inside of her womb bulging out her belly slightly, before he roughly jerked back and repeated the action with continuous brutal thrusts.

He was getting into this now, the time for words for him was for the most part past, now he simply concentrated on brutalizing the girls once virgin passage. Despite the tightness it was rather easy to force himself in and out, despite the small rips he was sure he was making in her inner walls, as he stretched them to far for the girls first time, "The girls back and rear were a bloody mess, welts and bloody cuts showing all over the once pristine skin, he knew he had to stop the flogging fairly soon or the skin would start falling off of her back.. not good for the girls continued survival.
 
At the moment, the little elf let his comment go. She did not care. She felt so strange whenever he would move in and out of her that that was where her mind was at. Luckily, he had stopped commenting. She was so glad for that. She would not be able to create a proper insult or comeback if he spoke. Her mind was mush by now. She could barely even think of what her name was, the only thing that filled her was the pleasure she felt from the man moving in and out of her. She easily realized that this was far rougher than anything would have been for her first time, and she could feel so much of her flesh ripping either by the crop he held or by the muscle that was pounding into her, and she did not care. She would heal. Her body healed fairly fast and she always wondered why she had a large pain tolerance, apparently it was because she loved pain. Oh how she loved pain.

Lonodiel was enjoying this far too much. She moaned whenever he moved in or out of her, ramming into her and she truly felt like she was going to break. She could feel the inner flesh being stretched to all sorts of painful extents, but she did not mind. Her slender fingers had wrapped around the chains above her head and she used them as an anchor to keep herself from completely falling to the puddle of goo she was sure she was bound to become soon. She panted heavily, trying to calm those breaths but not having much luck, especially at the last full thrust of the other that seemed to break apart her being once more. She let out a soft little scream of pain, not being able to catch her breath yet. Her eyes were wide and she glanced down to actually see the manâ??s member within her. She let out a soft little whimper of pain, knowing that that could not be good for any personâ??s body and yet, the pleasure was still there. The moans were passing her delicate lips, now stained crimson from her teeth sinking into her bottom lip and piercing the flesh.
 
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