Fanatic Adoration - He will be hers! (DigitalSiren x Staine)

[Staine]

Asclepius jumped from rooftop to rooftop, listening, searching. Just another day in the city for the veteran hero, looking for people to save, crimes to fight. It had been a slow day so far, winding down into the late evening, the sun setting in the distance. There had been the bank robbery, several muggings, a cat stuck up a tree and the police shootout that he had already rescued people from, situations defused. He was a pro after all, he'd been doing this for almost ten years now, Asclepius, the indestructible martial artist! Okay...maybe he wasn't completely indestructible, he just healed very quickly and from almost any injury as long as he had the energy remaining to do so, but that was more than enough to keep him safe on the streets for almost a decade. He could even heal others to a certain extent by taking their damage onto himself, a skill which made him come in high demand. Damage taken that way healed much slower than injuries done directly to his body of course, a little known fact, but it didn't matter really, they all healed in the end. He didn't have a single scar on his entire body to prove it despite being cut, shot, having his limbs broken and dislocated, even just his bones fractured.

In the darkness he heard something. Below in the alleyway there was laughter and begging, screaming. Cries of pain. He stopped on the roof and looked down, barely able to see anything but what he could see sickened him. A teenage girl was fighting for her life against two rough looking men, both armed with knives. Backed into a corner she already had defensive wounds on her hands where she must have tried to grab the blade, her thigh was cut where one might have taken a swing at her and she looked to have been thrown roughly down to the ground. While they menacingly approached her he started to descend, using the fire escape and drainpipes to get down safely to the ground. Sure...if he had just jumped down he would have lived but it would have hurt like hell, he'd have been incapacitated while he healed and healing would have been draining, with only a finite amount of energy he had to be careful how he spent it and they were going slow enough that he didn't need to rush. Once his feet touched the ground he was close enough to hear them. "You heard what I said, bitch, take off your fucking clothes." His eyes narrowed...not just muggers, rapists. He cracked his knuckles loudly as he walked up behind them.

"Are you boys really so pathetic that you need to force the girl just to get some action? Haven't you ever heard of a prostitute?" He didn't have a snappy line, or a heroic pose, he didn't even need his axes for this. No, he was far more straightforward than that. As the first thug started to turn towards him he lashed out with his left leg, kicking the man in the ribs with a powerful roundhouse then following up with a brutal punch aimed at knocking him out cold. These weren't hardened criminals or villains to be sure, it looked more like a crime of opportunity than anything else. The man crumpled, the knife falling from his hand and bouncing along the floor towards the girl, sticking into her thigh. Asclepius froze, staring at her for a heartbeat as he realised what he had done. "Shit..." It was one of the things rarely seen on the superhero shows that saturated the media, sometimes victims got injured during a rescue. He reacted quickly, pivoting and delivering a strong backhand to the man still on his feet while gripping his wrist with his other hand and twisting his body to throw the man away from the girl. The whole fight had lasted just a few seconds, then he was rushing towards her, falling to his knees. "Miss! I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt there like that...fuck, is it deep?" It cost him a lot more to heal somebody else, but he couldn't just leave her like that, that wouldn't do at all. It was lucky for her that it was him that had happened along to be quite honest and not some other hero who couldn't heal.

He placed his hands over the wound and his skin started to glow softly as he took the injuries onto himself...not just the fresher knife wound he had caused himself by his clumsiness but also the injuries she had already taken before he got there. A fresh cut slowly opened up on his hand, not quite bleeding but still painful looking and he could feel his thigh take on other wounds. "It will all be okay now, don't worry...they can't hurt you anymore, not while I'm here." He smiled, his voice steady even as he could feel his energy draining away. He would sleep well tonight, after a veritable feast, that was for sure. "Tell me your name, try not to think about how it hurts, it will all be better in a moment."

 

[Bunny]

Nymora was getting bored, her darling should have been here by now.. And while her little toys were being such good boys, repeating their lines every so often and oh so careful not to harm their goddess too much.. Only once he was closer would they attempt to inflict a little more damage. He'd heal her, her perfect match.. her soul mate. He was after all a hero and and man and both made him highly predictable. Like puppies, it was easy to follow their thoughts. She could sense him as he neared, like the bond between them drawing taunt she sighed softly, eager and lusty. Licking her her top lip in anticipation "It's time my pets" She gave a soft sob and cried out, letting her voice raise "Please no! Leave me alone! Someone help!!" She threw up her hands like the damsel she was pretending to be, the lines of her face falling into fear.

Oh this would work out just perfectly.. Not like before. She'd had soul mates in the past, the very first when she was just eleven.. That sweet little neighborhood boy Peter. Shy and oh so eager.. but alas it had turned out to just be a passing fancy. When she had killed him it had been sloppy and brash but they had never found his body. Sometimes when she needed just a touch of a pick-me-up she'd close her eyes and remember the almost feverish heat of his blood along her face. Since then there had been others, some lasting longer other just well couldn't live up to her expectations. Flawed in some way... But not him. Not her Asclepius. He was perfect and she had known this for quite a while. She had first fallen in love when she was just a wee lass of eleven. Eleven had been a big year for her after all. As the time went and others failed to match her... proclivities she knew he was the one for her and that he loved her already.

She was pulled out of her acting and musing by a sharp pain in her thigh and she gave a real cry of pain, tears forming in her golden eyes, her gaze misting over. She had not said to do that! Oh.. they would pay... But now, her love.. her mate was walking closer and she gave a small sniffle and nodded. "It really hurts..." Shifting her weight she wince and whimpered. When he moved in closer she could feel the heat that radiated off him, as his head bent she let her mask fall just for a moment, eyes widening and her lips parting as she gave a small pant of excitement. So close.. So soon. Her face fell back into it's pathetic victim's mask and she nodded, almost shyly. "My name is Nymora.." leaning in she slide her hands up his chest slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. "I've be waiting for you pet.. you kept me waiting and that's very... very naughty" It was at that point her nails bit into the back of his neck, sharp little needle like pricks. The tone of her voice was slipping from just that sweet tone to mingle with condescending. "Whatever shall we do with such a naughty.. little.. boy, hmm?" Her breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned into kiss him. It was the kiss one would expect between lovers.. for that's what they were after all. Her tongue explore his mouth before she pulled back. "I suppose my other toys are no longer needed. Dispatch of them puppy.. And be quick about it. I want to play and it's such a long way home!" Pouty now she gave her small foot a little stomp. Flicking the long length of blonde hair over her shoulder she crossed her arms. She never doubted he would do ask asked.. He was hers now after all. In his eyes, she was his Mistress. His Goddess. His reason to take his next breath.

 

[Staine]

Asclepius didn't realise anything was wrong at all, and why would he? As far as he was concerned Nymora was just a victim of foul play like so many others in his city. He protected them, he saved them. He cut an intimidating figure with his dual axes and well muscled form especially when he healed right in front of villains and criminals to show them they couldn't hurt him but at heart he was a hero. The axes were very rarely used to inflict real damage, to humans at least, mostly used to intimidate or tear apart the odd machine or robot that had been sent his way. There had been a few times he'd had to rely on them and deal actual damage but that's where his ability to take it onto himself and heal it came in....even criminals deserved to be watched over by him, he was the protector of the city after all. That lofty mindset is why he never suspected a thing as the girl scratched the back of his neck. He could hear her tone change but his head was swimming...something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Wait, what are you...pet?" It was difficult for him to even question her, something inside was trying to twist his thoughts. While he could tell something was wrong he also wanted nothing more than to make this girl happy as she taunted him, kissed him. He gasped as their lips connected, it was like a drug, pleasure seeping into him through the minor connection. He shook his head, trying to fight it off, a soft growling noise coming from his throat. "No, this isn't...I'm not..." It didn't matter, he didn't get any further than that. He couldn't. His body, even his mind wouldn't let him rebel against whatever was controlling him as she gave him a command. He turned away from her and looked back to the two criminals he had 'saved' her from, groaning in pain on the floor. Dispatch them? He reached for one of his axes and stepped towards the first one.

He raised it above his head with both hands, aiming at the neck, and brought it down. At the very last moment he turned it to it's side, hitting the man over the head with the flat of the blade instead. He'd have a concussion for sure, he'd be out cold for a while too but he would live. It took a lot of effort to fight the command...she hadn't said kill exactly but he could feel that's what she wanted, and he wanted to give her anything she desired so very badly. He did the same to the next victim, knocking him out and putting his axe away as he turned back towards her. "Does this...does this please you, Nymora?" His eyes were filled with love and adoration for this strange, violent girl, his voice dripping with it too even as his mind screamed at him that this wasn't right. He had to get out of there, but at the same time there was nowhere he would rather be.

 

[Bunny]

Nymora didn't mind using her powers for now. She knew he loved her but also knew sometimes puppies didn't know what was best for them. The doctors had identified her powers like many others as she entered middle school, it was a variant of being a succubus in a way. One scratch was all it took to set things in motion, once her toxin was in the blood stream her prey were unable to refuse her. It was physical and mental, her toys could act with autonomy to a point. Her power made them fear disappointing her and trying to disobey a direct order was impossible, for it caused them great pain to try and none had ever been able to break free at least.. not unless she wanted them to. Once she was done with a toy it was much more fun to release them.. See the fear, the screams.. the begging.

Flicking her eyes back to him she scrunched her face up, lips moving to one side in displeasure. She had expected him to kill them.. but they were both out for the count which meant no screams. Pity. Golden eyes met his own and she gave a small shrug. "I suppose.. Though I had meant for you to kill them. No matter." Moving closer to him again, she ran her nails down the bare skin of his chest, a soft purring sound coming as blood welled up into the scratches. Leaning in the soft pinkness of her tongue was seen but for a second as she lapped the blood up. "You know.. No one knows your real name. Your mild manner alter ego" Her tone was light, teasing almost even as it was cruel. Like a spoiled princess perhaps. "Tell me, what is it puppy?" She started walking out of the alley, knowing he'd follow her like the puppy he was.

Hailing a cab she slipped into the back seat and patted the seat beside her. Leaning forward she scratched the drive, who gave a startled gasp, her eyes flicking to the rear view mirror. "Mistress? Where would you like to go" it was a prime example of her powers. She was a cab driver, clearly she wanted to go somewhere.. Giving the address she cuddled into the cushions and looked at him. "I hate to be kept waiting puppy and I rarely will ask twice." her tone was chastising now, and her eyes narrowing. He didn't know it yet but his delay would mean punishment, wondrous and exhilarating punishment.

 

[Staine]

Asclepius was struggling. He knew he should be able to resist this, shouldn't he? Wasn't he a mighty hero? He was trying but the more he tried the more that nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him to stop. Why bother? Why not just serve her, make her happy. When he looked at her he could feel the flood of endorphins being released, he felt elated. She shrugged at him and mentioned she had meant for him to kill them just like he'd suspected and he had to fight the crazy idea he had to just pull out his axe again and remove their heads completely. The compulsion was so strong it actually scared him. He felt her scratch his chest again, gasping as her tongue made contact and he felt the shallow wounds heal up almost immediately but the rush he got from just that lick...it was like an addictive pleasure. He sighed as she asked her question, not an unhappy noise but one of bliss. "Sylas...my name is Sylas Morgan, Mistress..." His voice was low, like he didn't want to be overheard but there was nothing wrong with telling her...not with how much he loved her, right?

She started to leave and he followed her, eagerly tailing behind as she climbed into a cab. He was about to get in with her when he paused...what was he doing? Why was he about to follow this girl into this taxi, this complete stranger? No...that wasn't right, not a stranger, this was Nymora, the love of his life! He was standing there, confused, when he heard her sweet voice again and his mind was made up. He wouldn't keep her waiting, not if she hated it. He slid into the back seat with her, an imposing figure, a hero, sliding into the cab like any other citizen. "Sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to keep you waiting, please forgive me." It felt like the right thing to say, to beg apology.

The cab started up and began to move and he sat awkwardly with his hands in his lap. The fog in his mind was starting to lift, he was starting to fight against the strange notions that were affecting his judgement. Whatever those criminals had done to him as they had attacked his poor, defenceless Nymora was a step too far. Trying to make him doubt his devotion to her...he'd let them off too easily by not killing them. Maybe it was that silly niggle in the back of his mind that told him he could be a hero that had made him spare them but why, why would he ever have such strange thoughts when being hers was more than enough for him?

 

[Bunny]

Making a noise of annoyance in her throat she waited for the cab to start moving before filling the silence with idle humming, more than content to keep her thoughts to herself. It took about an hour before they pulled up to a rather lovely house. It was hers of course, given to her by a most naughty man. The old man had been wealthy and quite the perv. He had molested and raped young girls for quite some time it had seemed. When Nymora had heard of him she had decided to make him a plaything. Using her power on him, she had made him write over his fortune to her and his house.. And after an acceptable amount of time had made him castrate himself in a seedy motel, leaving a suicide note for the police, telling his many crimes and where the girls might be found or what.. was left of them.

Slipping out of the cab she let the door close with a soft thud. Leaning through the open window she kissed the girl. "Such a good girl. Now do about your day and be a doll forget where you took us. There's a girl!" The cab driver beamed at her and nodded emphatically as she spoke. "Yes Mistress, I love you!" She watched the woman drive off before turning to Sylas. "It's such a long way up the drive... Carry me?" Once in his arms she went back to contently humming, her head on his shoulder and her nails tracing abstract patterns on his chest, the flesh parting and healing almost instantly. "You and I were made to be!" She squirmed happily in his arms and gave a squeal. Grabbing a handful of his hair she forced his head towards her and kissed him. Like the toxin in her nails her saliva and other bodily fluids carried the same toxin. It was in part how she controlled her toys. Not that she needed that with Sylas. He loved her after all.

Inside the house she directed him to a play room. "You know you were naughty a few times and well.. I just want to play. You want to play with me too, don't you puppy?" Her lower lip gave a small tremble, a pout starting.

 

[Staine]

The drive was in silence, and Sylas had his eyes closed for a lot of it, the rest of the time was spent gazing adoringly at Nymora. He was addicted to her very presence, how had he gone his entire life without knowing her so far? It didn't matter...he was whole now, he had her and he didn't ever want to be without her again. As they pulled up to the house he climbed out of the cab, not being told to but understanding that was what she wanted, and wasn't he meant to make her as happy as he could? He waited patiently while she talked to the driver, and growled low in his throat. A pang of jealousy ripped through him as the girl told her, his Mistress, that she loved her. She was even called a good girl! He'd never felt anything like the envy he felt in that moment, a quick flash of anger that was soon gone as her attention turned to him. He smiled happily as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the building. He could feel her rest against him, then a sharp pain as her nails scratched into his chest. "Mistress, ah...that...that hurts." It was a minor complaint, if it made her happy then of course he could bear it, but he had never enjoyed pain. Even being able to heal, he tried to avoid it.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him down into a kiss and his head was swimming with pleasure and adoration, he gasped when she pulled away from him, wanting more. Inside he waited for her directions and nodded with a small whimper as she told him he had been naughty, carrying her in the direction she gestured. "I was naughty? Mistress I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be naughty..." Somewhere he could feel that this was insanity, he didn't know this girl, she was just somebody he had rescued, why was he hanging on her every word? Why did he feel so bad about making her even a little unhappy?? Most of him though...most of him just wanted to do whatever she asked to make her happy. "Yes, more than anything I want to play with you. Mistress?" He had a quizzical look on his face. "Why do you keep calling me puppy?" It was just a simple question...it seemed that even under her control he could still think, still ask questions. Even while he asked her, he never stopped carrying her, taking her into the room she had guided him to and standing, just holding her in his arms.

 

[Bunny]

His complaint had been ignored, for it wasn't serious. More of an observation it seemed anyway. Of course it hurt! That was the point after all. She make a soothing noise in her throat. "Shhh it's okay puppy. Puppies can't help but be naughty sometimes. It's why they need owners to help them" She gave a soft little purr when he said he wanted to play with her, her face lighting up with joy. She had known he'd want to play with her! Slipping from his arms she took his hand, looking over her shoulder up at him and his question.

"Silly!" giggling she shook her head and lead him into the play room. Dimly lit the walls were of a darker stone with strong swatches of wood scattered about. A large bed, toys hung neatly from the walls. A padded bench and a Saint Andrew's Cross. All sorts of fun things for pleasure.. pain.. could be seen within. "I call you puppy because I have found men are very much like dogs. They have base needs that drive them but like dogs can rarely make the correct choices for themselves. They need help. Makes sense huh?"

Cheerfully she turned to face him and bit her lower lip. "Now keep in mind this is a punishment.. but it might have a happy ending.. I am going to hurt you. You may heal as you like but I am not going to stop I think until you cry." She shivered and closed her eyes, a hand moving to her neck as she thought of what was to come. A lusty little moan and she opened her eyes. "Yes.. Tears... I want you to cry fro me, it will make me so happy. But no faking puppy! I will know." Her thighs rubbed together as she squirmed in place clearly excited in more than one way.

"Now undress puppy completely. And if you like you may pick the first toy I use and.. if you check the closet over there, I will even wear an outfit you pick for our first time!" She felt very generous in allowing him both options and knew he'd feel the same way. She was so loving!

 

[Staine]

Sylas nodded as she soothed him, told him it was okay if puppies were naughty sometimes. He still didn't quite get it, he didn't think he had been naughty at all but his Mistress wouldn't lie to him. As far as he was concerned, she could do no wrong which meant he must have been naughty. Was it when he hadn't killed those criminals that had attacked his sweet Mistress? It had to be. Next time...next time he wouldn't make the same mistake. Their lives were not worth making her unhappy. He listened as she told him why she called him puppy...were men really like dogs? He couldn't fault her logic and again she wouldn't lie to him. "Yes...yes that make sense, I'm sorry I questioned you, of course..." Something was still nagging him in the back of his mind but he was quickly learning to shut it out.

He let her lead him into the room, looking around. Things in here looked scary...she had said they were going to play but almost everything in here seemed to be some device to restrain or torture. What had she meant? He listened to her, looking down as she spoke and but her lip. He shivered too at the same time as she did though it wasn't from arousal, not exactly. Maybe a little...he was excited that she found the idea of what she was about to do so clearly erotic but he was worried...tears? She wanted him to cry for her? "Mistress, is that really necessary? I...I don't like pain, I don't want to..." He stopped, she had carried on and the words stunned him. "It will make me so happy..." He swallowed and nodded. "Yes Mistress, if it will make you happy...no faking."

He started to undress, slowly. pulling off the armour and cloth he had saved so many lives in. He wasn't hard but his manhood was still impressive, at full mast it would easily be nine inches. It had been a while since he had felt on display as much, and his hands went down to hide himself as he looked around. "Umm, maybe one of the canes, or this whip thingy..." He nodded towards one of them with his head before he looked back down at her, then towards the wardrobe. Opening it while still covering himself with one hand it didn't take him long to find an outfit, something he found appealing and hold it out to her. "This...I think this will look beautiful on you."

 

[Bunny]

She casually slapped his hand as he handed her the dress. "You are min yes, don't hide. I will see and touch and kiss and lick and bite all of you... So it's silly to be so shy." Handing the outfit on a peg next to the door she began to undress. The lacy little black top and the soft magenta skirt followed shortly by her bra, panties and knee highs. "You know, false modesty isn't needed between us. I know you really do want what I want. No need to hide it. A little pain is fun between loves, isn't it?" Naked before him a few things were clear. At seventeen she was well built. It din't matter that she was short, for she was only five one or two at most. Her legs were slender and toned, her rear was pert and her hips blossomed charmingly, flaring out before tucking into her narrow waist. He breasts were perky and full, a little less than a handful. Her skin was a soft luminous white pale from head to toe.

She turned to him and smiled. "So a cane or a whip" She pulled the black frock on over her head, forgoing panties or a bra, instead she wandered past him and pulled out an under-bust corset of black that she laced deftly while walking back to the peg where the rest still hung. The velvet red skirt was tied neatly over the corset and dress and the little saw was the last touch added. Tying the red ribbon at each wrist into a bow she headed back to him. "Now.. I think we will start with the cross." She nodded to it and waited till he walked over to it.

While he moved she went to the selection on toys she had, the crops and whips close in proximity due to their nature as were paddles. She made a soft humming noise while she took her time picking. Deciding on a handsome 40 strand flogger she headed back to him, letting the tendrils sway merrily as she moved. "Now hands up near the top and legs spread so I can cuff your ankles too" Once in place as requested she leaned up against him and secured each hand before bending to get both ankles. While kneeling she gave his ass a soft kiss. "Once I start puppy I will not stop till tears. You may heal or not heal as you choose, but once we are done I expect you to be in pristine condition at the end. I will allow for some time to heal if you need it but not one mark on that sexy skin of yours, am I understood?"

 

[Staine]

Blushing, Sylas removed his hand slowly. In all his sex life he had never been so...unreserved. Sure, once he was with a partner he didn't hide, he didn't really feel he had to but with her, they had only just met. Even though he loved her he felt shy...maybe because he loved her? He didn't really know, he hadn't ever felt this way before about anybody. "I guess you're right Mistress...I didn't think of it like that, I...I am yours, yes. All yours." The words sang in his heart, hers...he liked that. A lot. Even the prospect of pain seemed a little less daunting though he wasn't convinced about it, why would she want to hurt him? Should he ask? "Mistress...why do you want to hurt me again? I'm sorry if I'm being silly, you say it's fun but it doesn't sound fun..." Even as he questioned her she was undressing and his eyes followed her curves hungrily, he could feel his length growing, he had lust in his eyes. To think that she was really his...that he was really hers.

He walked over to the cross as she nodded to it and followed her instructions, not looking back to see what she had chosen as he stepped onto the wooden platforms and placed his ankles and wrists at the cuffs. He wanted to run...this was insanity, wasn't it? He'd been restrained by villains before, but he had never simply allowed himself to be captured like this, what was he doing??? Even as his mind rebelled against the idea his body refused to move, his instincts told him to run while his mind just wanted to do exactly as she requested and then it was all too late, she was securing the cuffs to him. He whimpered softly as she spoke, a less manly sound than he was used to making even as her lips touched his rear, relaxing him just slightly.

"I'm scared...I don't have so much energy left that I can heal instantly Mistress, and I...I think you're misunderstanding how my powers work...I still feel it...I feel everything even if I can heal it." His tone was hopeful, maybe she thought he didn't feel the pain so she could use him as a blank canvas? "And it takes a lot to heal, so if you do too much then it might take time to heal it up...a few minutes, hours, it depends. It took a lot out of me to heal you earlier."

 

[Bunny]

She gave a sigh of impatience. If she didn't know better she would have said he was just a toy and not her soul mate. But she did know better so she put some effort into explaining herself. Something she never did. "It isn't as fun for you.. I suppose. It's fun for me. You see puppy, I adore the sight and sound of tears. I love the sigh of blood, the warmth and salty taste. And I know you just want to make me happy so you will allow me to because you want nothing more than my happiness. We are soul mates, you feel it too right Sylas?" She reached between his legs, her small hand cupping his hardened length. Playing with his cock for a fore moments until she head his breathing hitch.

Stepping away from him she swung the flogging in the air idly as she nodded. "Yes I know in theory how it works puppy. I have loved you for a very long time. You need to refuel so to speak, you need to eat a lot. Then you can heal." She had wasted enough time indulging her love. It was his turn to indulge her. Lifting her arm she let the flogger splay across his skin, the fingers cupping along the supple lines of his rear. She moaned softly as red blood rushed to just beneath the skin. Her eyes took on a dreamy look as she began to flog him in earnest. Each fall causing more delicious color to blossom along his skin. The blows were not focused to any one area but rained down along his ass and thighs like.

She could feel how wet she was and with each blow she grew hornier. She might be a liar if he lasted too much longer.. But no! she could hold out. She renewed her efforts, wanting to hear him cry for her. The flogger coming down harder and faster now. "Oh puppy, I am so wet for you... Maybe when we are done you can help me with what you're doing to me!"

 

[Staine]

He caught the sigh and felt a pang of guilt. Had he made her unhappy? He frowned, she couldn't see it but he felt so bad that he had done that, made her have to explain herself and sigh...what kind of soulmate did that? He deserved whatever she was going to do to him, that much was clear. He listened and the explanation didn't make him feel any better but he did feel it too, and he resolved himself. She couldn't really do any lasting physical damage to him so he could give her this, right? He nodded. "Yes...yes Mistress, I feel it too, soul mates...I'm yours, right? Just yours...I" He rested his chin on the cross, determined, gasping as her fingers closed around his length and she began to stroke it, playing with it. "Yours...I can do this, you can...you can hurt me, I want to...I want to cry for you." He couldn't believe he was saying it and yet he was, and he meant it. As terrified as he was of the small teenager, he would let her do anything to him, if she wanted him to die then it was his honour to die for her.

She had barely told him she understood how his powers worked when he felt the first sting of the flogger. He grunted, trying to hide the noise of pain before another joined it almost immediately. At first it wasn't a big deal, he had been shot that very day after all so the pain in comparison was mild but she kept on swinging...his ass and thighs growing more and more tender with each hit until he couldn't hide the sounds anymore and each came with not a grunt but a whimper...then he started to cry out when the flogger touched the ever more sensitive flesh. "Ah....Mistress please, it hurts...it hurts so much..." He wasn't crying yet but he was in so much pain, reflexively he healed and the flesh grew less tender but the act exhausted him. He slumped against the cross as the blows continued.

Eventually he heard her moan and tease him and his rear was a criss cross of marks again and an angry red as the tears started to fall. He sobbed, actively trying to move his ass away from it's fixed position just to stop her from hitting it again, just the lightest touch was agony. "Please...please stop..." At some point he had started to drool, the leather padding on the cross where his chin had rested was slick with it, that and the tears that ran down his cheeks. "I'm c...crying...I can't...I can't take anymore, please Mistress, please...I don't...it hurts so much..."

 

[Bunny]

Nymora didn't stop when he said it hurt but purred deep in her throat. She loved knowing it hurt him, that he was willing to play with her to allow her to hurt him. In her mind he had the choice but he loved her enough that he wanted to hurt for her. She noticed when he healed himself and chuckled softly not letting up until she heard the tears and he called for her to stop. Dropping the flogger she moved closer and pressed her body against his, wiggling her small form against his injured flesh. She reached up and unbound his hands and knelt to release his legs. "Such a good boy, turn around"

Stepping back she began to shed her costume that he picked out in the same manner in which she had put it on until she was naked again. She waited till she knew he was looking at her to dip her fingers between her legs. Even in the dim light when her hand came back up the wetness could be seen. "Look what you did to me puppy.. You made me all wet. Now what are you going to do about it?" She walked back towards him on her toes, swaying her body slightly as she moved. She lifted her fingers to his lips. "What will you do help me?" Her tone was playful, but she knew what she wanted.. But for this first time.. This first time she might let him choose.

 

[Staine]

When she finally stopped he could barely move, his nerve endings were on fire and it took all of his effort not to collapse as she climbed up behind him, pressing against him as she uncuffed his wrists. Even that more gentle touch made him cry out, her soft dress was like sandpaper on his abused rear. As she stepped back he lowered himself down to the ground and turned, looking at her as she undressed through watery eyes, a lens of his own tears blurring his vision but he could see that she was physically flawless even through that. She'd made noises as she had struck him, purred...and his manhood had never quite softened all the way and now that she was naked and her fingers touched herself he could already feel himself growing hard. Even in agony, he felt so strongly for her. He whimpered as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her, looking up at her. "I...I will help, Mistress...with...with my tongue..."

The marks on his ass were slowly healing, using up his reserves of precious energy, the calories he stored throughout the day. He didn't have enough left to heal quickly anyway. On his knees in front of her still he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close to him as she teased him, her fingers touching his lips. He moaned at her taste...it was sweet and sugary and his mind was jolted with a sudden burst of pure arousal, his cock twitched...how could she taste so...he didn't even have the words for it. He wanted more, needed...he didn't know. He wanted to taste her more but he wanted to be inside her more than anything, yet he had already said he'd use his tongue. The way she'd made him taste her it seemed she wanted that too, and his desire to please her overrode everything else. "Mistress, please let me taste you some more..."

 

[Bunny]

She smiled down at him, though even on his knees he was almost as tall as she was. She nodded and stepped out of his arms walking towards the bed, looking over her shoulder at him about half way between him and it. Clearly she wanted him to follow. "Yes you may my good boy.." She moved some pillows around upon reaching the bed before climbing into it and reclining. When he was closer she slowly opened her legs.

As she did so she put herself on for him. Her mound was smooth as could be as were the glistening lips of her pussy. One hand was held to him while the other toyed with a nipple, she gave a sigh of pleasure. "Maybe, you can do more after but lets start slow shall we?" She could see his arousal and no matter what her power allowed her to do, there were a few things she had yet to try.. She had been waiting for him. Already deciding he was the one.. Her mate that would be allowed that prize. Blushing she even allowed him to know it, figuring it would mean as much to him as it did her. That he was to be her first.. "I saved myself for you Sylas.."

 

[Staine]

Sylas could tell what she wanted already...maybe it was how deeply they were connected, maybe it was just instinct or maybe on some level he wanted it too, but as she walked away towards the bed he crawled after her...he didn't get up to walk like a man, no, he stayed on his hands and knees to follow her and when she called him her good boy his heart swelled. He didn't have the niggling doubt he had when she had wanted to hurt him, all of that was gone and only the love and adoration and pure need remained as he climbed up onto the bed, still on hands and knees to loom over her as she spread herself for him. He looked at her as she touched her own breast and held a hand out for him, taking it. Then she spoke again and his heart leapt, the tears in his eyes weren't just from the pain. She loved him...she really did, she had to or else she wouldn't have saved herself.

"Mistress...thank you, thank you so much! I knew we were soulmates, but to save yourself for me...I love you, I love you more than anything...please...I hope I pleased you today, letting you hurt me. I...I don't like being hurt but...but for you I'll do anything!" He blurted it out eagerly, excitedly before he lowered himself down to taste her, his tongue lubricated by her slickness and sliding between her folds easily as he moaned from pleasure...just tasting her was pleasurable, he didn't even know that was possible but he could feel his cock twitch, leaking pre-cum already, eager, needy as he worked on her with his tongue. She was his Mistress, his Princess, his Queen...his Goddess, and she deserved the best of everything including all the pleasure she could ever hope for and he would give it to her, no matter what!

 

[Bunny]

She blushed a little deeper. She had known, always known. They were meant to be. She felt the touch of his breath before his tongue. She moaned softly and relaxed on her mound of pillows. She did like this and while not her first time, it was her first time with him. She made soft little sound of pleasure as his tongue dipped into her. Each lick causing the aching to intensify. She closed her eyes and gasped as she came. She was so worked up it had not taken much to bring her to that edge, but she was far from through with him. "Puppy, I will allow you to fuck me, but there is one rule. You will go slow to start and I will allow you to do what you like... But just this once, so make it count."

She didn't honestly think of other ways he could use her. She was too inexperienced, but he would help her learn. Her older, more learned mate. He would also help her learn new ways to use him, to hurt him. She was looking forward to growing with him. She shivered softly. She had heard of girls hurting their first time, but she didn't think they would. Not as soul mates. He could never harm her. He was made for her. Leaning up she placed a kiss to his neck, biting down while her hand worked him. She loved the idea of making him crave that pain. That hurt. Because no matter what, she would hurt him. It was who she was.

 

[Staine]

He felt her quiver around him as she gasped and he knew she was cumming. A warm feeling spread through his entire body as he made the love of his life orgasm for the first time, with him at least, and he didn't stop licking, not even for a moment as he eagerly lapped up her juices just like a real puppy would, cleaning her with his tongue, sinking it into her again, not until she spoke to him did he stop and he was panting with lust...the longer he had his tongue in her, the more of her he consumed the more his cock had throbbed and ached and right now it was ready to explode, he'd never been so needy in his life as he looked up at her, his face shimmering with her lust, his eyes on hers as she made her offer. He got to fuck her? He'd had a feeling he wouldn't be allowed to, she had been so controlling with him, not that there was anything wrong with that, but this was like a dream come true. He nodded eagerly.

"Yes Mistress, I...I can do what I like? Your mouth? Your...ass?" He grinned, he was being playful and he knew it, he didn't want anything but to be her first, it was the only thing he wanted, maybe the only thing he had ever wanted. He hadn't known her long at all but he couldn't think of anything he had wanted more, after all, maybe his whole life had led up to this point? Maybe serving her was just what he had lived for and he hadn't even known it. He was so silly. He crawled up, leaning down to kiss her lips as she crawled over her and he could feel the head of his thick cock touch to her. Using one hand he guided it between her folds and his eyes were glued to hers as he leaned forwards ever so slowly, starting to penetrate her. "Mistress...I'll go slow I promise, I...oh my goddess I love you so much!!" He pressed his lips to hers again as he lowered himself slowly into her, his entire body in a state of pure bliss. He wouldn't last, he couldn't, not like this, but he could do his very best.

 

[Bunny]

Her eyes narrowed for a moment as he teased her. She wasn't used to such thing, but she smiled softly when she saw the look in his eye. "Behave" was the only remark. She watched as he crawled up her body and sighed, soft dreamy. She had wondered what their first time would be like and it was upon her now. Nymora kissed him back and gave a soft little whimper as he lined himself up.

She had never felt anything like it before, the heat from his body as he slowly entered her or the way she seemed to accept his cock. She wasn't super knowledgeable about such things but he had seemed, well huge. She didn't understand how she would fit him.. But her body knew better. There was slight pain, but just slight as he moved slowly. She kissed him back, the length of him almost fully sheathed inside her. She whimpered again, squirming ever so slightly as she became used to the feeling of him, wanting... more.

 

[Staine]

He gasped as he slowly sank into her...she was tight, something a man of his size was used to but it was more than that, something about her made it all the more pleasurable as she snuggly gripped his length, her juices soaking him, sparks of colour flashing across his vision in the form of pleasure...like he could actually see stars and he wasn't even cumming. What was she, that she could make him feel so good, was she an angel? Maybe she really was a goddess in human form, sent just for him. He groaned as he bottomed out in her. He had caught her warning earlier but he didn't even care, it didn't seem to really matter.

"Mistress...oh fuck, Mistress, please, I want to...I don't want to hurt you but I need..." His hips were moving, pulling back just a few inches before he slid back into her again. She was the perfect fit for him, like she was made just for him which only led credence to his goddess theory. Slowly he pumped his length into her though he was picking up speed and he buried his head in her shoulder as he humped against her agonisingly slowly...going so slow was almost as much torture as the flogging had been at this point, it felt so good it was painful!

 

[Bunny]

She could feel him move and she gasped as pleasure etched up her body from her pussy outwards. Her hands slipped up along his chest and around his neck, her nails bring into his back as be began to thrust in earnest even if he was still being gentle. She moaned in his ear as his head buried in her neck. Her hips gave an impatient little thrust up to meet him as he thrust. A soft little growl coming from her. "Sylas.. I will not break"

She knew she wouldn't.. People had sex all the time. She might be.. sore after but she would be in one piece and if it started to hurt she could have him stop. "This is your once chance to go wild love.." She nipped at his ear hard, nails digging into his back. She knew he'd never hurt her but she also knew she wouldn't let him just go wild any time he liked. She had plans for him..

 

[Staine]

It was difficult to keep going so slow but she had asked it of him, hadn't she? Why wouldn't he stay as slow as possible to avoid hurting her? When she told him she wouldn't break though, that it was his one chance to go wild it felt like something was being let loose inside him. He had always been brutal, physical...partly because of his training as a hero, he had chosen to leverage his healing abilities not with training as a medic but as a foil, he could cut loose knowing he could heal injuries and was practically indestructible. He grinned, thinking of something and he couldn't stop himself from saying it. She loved him, she would forgive him. "Hah...Mistress, even if you did break, I could fix you..."

He groaned, pulling back almost completely out of her, then looked into her eyes. "Even if it took the very last of me, if it killed me to fix you...I would fix you, Mistress. I promise." He didn't know where that thought had come from, it wasn't even appropriate for what was happening but he wanted her to know how much she meant to him...then he thrust down into her hard. His hand grabbed her thigh, fingertips digging in and he wasted no time in starting to pound into her as roughly and violently as he could...he was filled with pure, animal lust for her, he had been since he had first tasted her and only her order had held him back. It didn't take long...just a few minutes before he could feel it welling up in him, the pleasure bubbling forth and exploding out of him, gasping and his body arching down into hers as he filled her with his seed.

 

[Bunny]

A small shiver of a thrill went down her spine. He could likely break her before she could make him stop.. but she knew, he would never harm her.. She loved him. She leaned up to kiss him, sweet, tender before he let himself go. There was quite a difference between his gentle and not. She cried out as he let himself loose. The pain on her thigh passed quickly as he grabbed her, the pressure between her legs growing with each thrust.

Panting she closed her eyes, on hand fisted in his hair and the other biting into the smooth planes of his back hard enough to leave bloody scratches. She could feel the building of pleasure and screamed his name when she came over that edge, pleasure soaking her very soul. Her eyes closed she tried to control her breathing. It was as if she had forgotten how. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled slowly. "My sweet puppy" groaning she squirmed under him. "I think a bath is in order... and then food." She didn't know how but she knew she'd be sore later, already feeling the ache starting. It was sweet but she could have him take the edge of if needed. "Carry me to the bath and draw it for us" She pointed at the door in the corner and closed her eyes.

 

[Staine]

He was panting, barely holding himself up over her. The exertions he had been through already that day...there was no doubt about it, he was as exhausted as he had ever been, his tender rear and thighs were still slowly healing, unnaturally fast of course but it was the base level for him, how he healed when he wasn't trying to. He groaned as he pulled out of her and she squirmed beneath him and called him sweet, her sweet puppy. He smiled, beaming at her...that's exactly what he was, of course. Her sweet puppy. He nodded, even exhausted he could do that for her. Until he collapsed, there was nothing he wouldn't do.

He slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her up, holding her to his chest as he climbed to his feet and headed towards the door she had pointed at. It was slow moving but he was managing, of course there was no way he would drop his goddess, the living embodiment of perfection. Carefully opening the door he took her inside and sat on the edge while he turned on the taps, drawing the bath. He didn't know how hot she liked it but he went with 75% hot water with the rest cold, holding her close to his chest while it filled. "Mistress...did I please you?" There was a hopeful edge to his voice, looking for the praise he craved.