The Darkest of Crushes {darkest_fate & Vinaein}

[darkest_fate]

I bet you're wondering how I got into this mess.

I'm tempted to send that message directly to Penny, as she'd probably nervously laugh and she could probably use a nervous laugh right about now. See, technically this whole plan thing we have isn't strictly okay'd by the Council (there's always a Council). They would much rather have me going in strapped with legendary weapons and a highly trained team of special operatives to take out the Dark Lord in a very public spectacle that would boost our general morale while utterly crushing the Enemy's. I would draw upon the sacred powers and quite probably sacrifice myself in a grand gesture to unseat the Prince of Malice from his throne and wrest control over the various districts, settlements, kinda countries he's taken from the more overall world government and give them back to the good people of light.

Oh, right, the current situation.

I'm kneeling on the floor of the Dark Lord's inner sanctum. The floor's cool against the knees of my slightly shredded leather pants. My almost literally skintight top has been shredded to show off abs that are, well, probably pretty freaking shredded by any stretch of the imagination. Magically reinforced fabric at least covers my top, though there's been just enough fabric torn away to show off the black bra underneath (supportive more than hot: I'm not going into battle with my tits flopping everywhere regardless of any fantasies I or anyone else my have). My jacket's mostly untouched, because the reinforced leather has enough enchantments to stop anything short of a tank. Most of my too pale body's in decent shape: there's some noticeable scrapes, a few scratches, and the handful of scars that are just sort of always there, but I'm not bleeding out.

I am entirely out of aura though. See, aura's this thing that some of us badasses have around us. It protects us from harm by having any damage go directly to our energy supplies and internal spirit instead of, y'know, tearing shit up. It's something quite a few people can manage (it's not that hard), though mine is not only ridiculously powerful but backed by my own already enhanced endurance. I'd be hard to break even without about five demon lords' worth of aura pulsing through me, and I've got at least that much (the histories are vague on that). Right now, it's drained, which means I'm mostly moving on my own strength, which is, y'know, considerable, but not when I'm dealing with this.

My coal black hair has come a little loose from the tight battle braid I always wear. The thing stretches to my ass and frankly, it gets in the way a lot, but ah, well, uh, I'm keeping it. For reasons. It's also way too dark to be natural, though I generally tell people it is. Same with my fierce red eyes, which are totally not contacts. At least the sharp features of my face, which I think are kinda hot if you're into intense, are all natural, as are my moderately impressive curves. I'm not, like, incredibly well endowed or anything, but I've got noticeable tits (see aforementioned bra comment), hips that flare, and an absolutely spankable, taut, hard as hell ass.

Three guess which I think is my best feature.

My weapons are all spread out across the room. A few knives jut out of pillars; a few broken guns (because I'm going to fucking use guns even if they mostly just annoy); a battle ax is missing its handle off to the side; even my old reliable barb-wire wrapped baseball bat is rolling somewhere (first weapon I ever used; though technically Mark IV of it by now; i break 'em... a lot). I've got a knife in my high combat boot I could use, and I'm rippling with Chosen One Muscle™.

See, I'm the Chosen One™. The One destined to receive the power of dozens of females throughout the ages, cascading directly into my fine young body through various rituals and probably totally drawn from demonic essence. By now there's a good mix of several hundred young women who've been doing this mixed in there, so it's hard to say where or who the power is from. I got it about the same time I got tits (not so rocking then; I grew slow and, again, they're not balloons or anything), having inherited it despite not supposedly having a high successor quotient. I've been a fucking badass for almost a decade now, which is a long ass run for a Chosen One ™.

Now I feel like I'm almost literally staring down three prophecies.

Prophecy One: The Chosen One™ shalle defeate thee Darke Lorde™ in honourable combat and banishe hime to thee plane of utter Dark, bee it at greate coste to herselfe.
Obviously that one comes from a time of excess "E's" and is not a personal favorite of mine.

Prophecy Two: Through the light that shines within, the Chosen One™ shall call to him. Grace and light shall shine, and his heart shall ring with thine. Both shall enter into grace, and bring peace unto this place.
That's the rhyming one, which generally sums to "talk him into joining," which sounds okay to me.

Prophecy Three (aka "The Dark Prophecy"): Dark Meets Light in Couple Primal; Dance of Lust Eternal Shall Create a World Anew. Wonder of Birth shall Eclipse all with Pleasure.
Which, not gonna lie, kinda a favorite.

See, here's the thing. This Dark Lord guy? Yeah, he's been around for... a while. Like, not forever, but at least as long as I've been paying attention to that. I know he was around when I was a kid, and I thought he was the coolest thing ever: this badass rebel guy with his cool dark forces. You know how most girls get way into boy bands and musicians? Yeah, I did that. With the Dark Lord. Had a poster on his wall, wrote "Mrs. Gwendolen Dark Lord" in notebooks at school with hearts... had my first orgasm by grinding into a pillow with his face taped to it... bought the special "Dark One™ dildo" and... did what horny girls do with dildos.

Which brings us to this fun little moment. See, Penny and I figure that we can force a prophecy out in this confrontation. Either I kick the Dark One's ass (not working so far), and we win. I get close to him and can assassinate him, and we "win." I get close to him and convert him (possibly through the power of sex; fingers crossed), and I totally win. Or he fucks a baby into me and... I sort of win?

In two, possibly three of those, I get to fuck the Dark Lord. In the others, I end up murdering him and possibly doing naughty things to his corpse (I'm kidding... probably). Which is why I'm now kneeling on the ground ,panting, staring up at the Dark Lord with my own defiant red eyes blazing. "That---that all you got?" I manage. I may be heaving my chest a little more than strictly necessary (Something Penny would point out if I hadn't already told her to be cool), and I might not quite be writhing or anything.

Oh, yeah: I'm pretty sure the Dark Lord thinks I'm at least passingly attractive? He's supposedly got a thing for fucking "innocent" girls, but that could just be the fanfiction and erotic stories (I have edited a few and may have filled in some details regarding certain, ah, stories involving yours truly; let's just say Penny may have ghost written a few). I swear I've seen him bulging in a few fights... usually when I'm wearing tight leather pants (check), showing my belly piercing (check), slightly sweaty (check), and spent actual time on magically applied makeup (check, and thanks Penny).

So, yeah, I'm Gwendolen Jones, Chosen One™, Badass, and I'm kneeling here kinda hoping the Dark Lord decides to fuck me in the next few minutes instead of, y'know, other options.

Not the best plan in the world...

 

[Vinaein]

"My lord." The voice was silken, delicate and tender, running through the darkened sanctum of the Dragon Lord's chambers. The man who spoke was dressed all in black, an arm against a lithe and muscular torso. The man who bent at the waist was tall, a pair of batlike wings sprouting from his shoulders to catch the very shadows around them both. His skin was light, his hair a deep red, neatly combed back behind him. His tailored suit fit his lean body, his violet eyes held upon the floor. One wing dipped low as his rich voice spoke again.

"We have her. The heroine."

In the vast underground chamber, something shifted in the gloom. The light reflected there, catching off a multitude of gleaming scales there. Something turned, burning with gleaming orange eyes to stare at the man who spoke. Lips peeled back to expose gleaming teeth the size of daggers. The great beast took a step forth, a massive talon slamming down with reverberating force. The body of the creature shifted and shimmered, bending and warping down to take a new shape.

A man of almost inhuman beauty stood there. His eyes were a lamplike golden, the pupils serpentine slits. Around himself, he wore a crimson robe, his hair short and as black as the shadows about him. He looked wholly unimpressed at what had been declared, his sanctum a curiously old fashioned place that did not bear with it the modern grandeur of what lay outside. The lord of darkness, the Dragon of Shadows, Valerian Draconis walked to his chief general and underlord, the Incubus keeping his eyes upon the ground.

"Rise, my friend," murmured the Dark Lord, lifting a talon, a black nail that took the place of a fingernail. He crooked his finger upward and his trusted general tilted his head upward, straightening as his wings adjusted. The incubus, Severan, was as handsome as one might expect of his race. But loyal, competent and with unmitigated effectiveness, far more than one might typically expect of the rather shiftless and untrustworthy race.

The great sanctum was some Valerian valued greatly. After all, he was the dark lord. Powerful, admirable, who held entire governments in his hands. He gave an order and money that could move nations would be shifted one way or another. He gave an order and hundreds or thousands could live and die. And he was desirable by any standard, with rippling muscle, a face that blurred the line between impossibly handsome and inhumanly beautiful, pointed teeth gleaming behind the pale smile. There was little he had to worry about.

Except the chosen one. Except the one imbued by the power of the prophecy to come after him. Her and her allies, her and her forces bound to tear him down from his dark throne. He, the chosen messiah of dark forces out to bring the demons and monsters to their rightful place of dominion in the world. The heroine, beautiful and dangerous who would stop at nothing to bring him out to face her.

"No use delaying this confrontation," the great dark lord Valerian Draconis said. "Severan. Let us go."

"As my lord wills and I obey," Severan said as he beckoned for his master to follow to the waiting elevator at the end of the cave. This was not truly the place that Valerian Draconis lived. Rather, it was a place to go to clear his head when he needed it. A dragon required something like this, the walls filled to the brim with a vast, almost incalculable treasure hoard, even a handful of coins being able to buy and sell entire cities...

Wrapped in his robe, with no need for modesty, the dark lord stepped into the elevator with Severan as his escort. The incubu pressed a button and the elevator began its ascent up from the depths to the far more civilized confines of the great complex where he made his home. Employees would be everywhere, human and monster alike. As one of the darker dwellers, Valerian could choose to feed himself with many things, be they blood, energy, sex or conventional food...

he had a great deal of people eager to provide just whatever he needed. At any given time. His black hair neatly in place, he waited until the elevator slowed and stepped out. The goblins and trolls who saw him saluted instantly, Valerian waving a hand in greeting as he stepped past them.

Prophecies were indeed tricky things, thought Valerian Draconis as he stepped down the corridor. The place was, in a sense beautiful. Why be the Dark Lord if you lacked taste? Live it up, never let anyone miss seeing you at your best. Hae priceless works of art all over the fucking place. Have the best curtains and paintings, the most expensive furniture. Take care of your own (unless they REALLY fuck it up.)

And then there were the innocent. Now, the Dark Lord had some misconceptions attached to him, Valerian found. Innocence was overrated. Fun at times, more fun to CORRUPT, really....but experience? can't beat it. Fun times, best for everyone...

And then there was the Chosen One. The ruthless, dangerous Chosen One. And he was walking into the room where she was held captive, prone and unbelievably sexy...

Tailored EXACTLY how she knew he liked them. Hell, under the robes, he could feel himself stiffen just looking at her, one hand coming up to massage his temples as he managed one sentence:

"AGAIN!? Seriously, Jones?! How many times are we going to do this?!"

 

[darkest_fate]

Sploosh.

The usual warm feeling that spreads through my body washes over me again as Valerian came out. The guy just oozes this sort of sexy charisma, the sort of thing you just can't force or replicate. It does not hurt/help at all that his robe is putting more on display than it's hiding, and my brain sort of does this fun little static thing for a few seconds as I fight every instinct I have not to openly drool like I used to back in my slightly younger days. it's moments like these where I'm glad that at least I pretty well have to wear that bra, because the nipples would be fucking impossible to hide.

And his whole thing, like I haven't just fought my way through, what, sixty percent of his forces on the way here? I do less outright killing than a sort of banishing thing (I've got some morals, for reasons), but still. I look up at him at his comment, shrugging. "I dunno, a few?" I say, fighting the urge to start rolling a hand. "I mean, like, we are kinda destined to repeat this in some cycle or variation for, I dunno, a while?" I give another shrug. "Oh, wait, my bad."

I roll my body slightly, narrowing my red eyes at him in defiance. I turn to spit to the side, before almost snarling at him: "As many times as it takes, Dark Lord," I hiss, fully embodying the whole Chosen One™ thing for a few moments. Like we both don't know I'm only bound here 'cuz I kinda feel like it (I don't quite have a bondage thing? But, like, yes, I have had several fantasies about Valerian tying me up and fucking me stupid while snarling about using his cock to ruin me or whatever.) I'm fighting the urge to blink, a signal to get Penny to more actively monitor the situation. If shit goes sideways, she's supposed to try the long-distance Aura boost, which should give me enough juice to fight me way out of there. Of course, that's assuming the whole get close and assassinate plan doesn't work.

Or other things.

"I'm not one of those innocent girls you keep.. .debauching," it takes all I have not to giggle at the word, swallowing hard, "I'll fight you with my last breath!" Yeah, maybe I should've let Penny do some more dialogue writing. There's a reason I ask her to ghost-write the fanfics.

 

[Vinaein]

The Dark Lord stood there, in all his glory, watching this...insolent mortal look at him with the fires of lust in her unworthy eyes and god DAMN IT look at her. The piercings, the tatoos, the HAIR. was she doing this on purpose? Gods damn her to the black pits of soaking hells, she was. With what she was wearing, that incredible ass of hers, the way the peaks of her nipples poked against the fabric-

Was he imagining that? She was wearing a bra. And being...desirable. Beautiful, all bound up like that. Severan cleared his throat, snapping the Draconic Majesty from his reverie as he stared down at the storied heroine and chosen one before him. "....How are the men?"

"....Well, men and women. I think she left a lot of them in straits."

The Dark Lord pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath and counted to ten, shaking his head. "How bad."

"Forty percent are out of commission for a week."

"WHAT?! I had use for them!"

"That use will need to wait a week, sir." Severan said mildly as Valerian turned his gaze on the bound heroine.

"Must you ALWAYS vex me? First you ask me to dinner and I say no, and now..." he growled and walked around her, folding his hands behind his back. "And...debauching sounds so...lecherous. And they're hardly- " he snapped a hand out and slapped her ass as hard as he could.

"Why am I justifying myself to you!?" ....okay, her bound up was conjuring feeligns. This was hardly dignified, now was it?" He pulled his hand back, composing himself. "....You're awful arrogant for someone holding NO cards right now, woman, I'll give you that. What stops me from unmaking you where you stand...?" He tilted her chin up. "And we BOTH of us know you are far from an innocent, Gwendoline Jones. Also, what was that other one's name, Severan? Paprika?"

"Pepper, my lord."

"Yes, where is Pepper now? Perhaps I'll pay HER a visit next..."

 

[darkest_fate]

"Wow, only forty? I could've sworn it was more... should hit harder next time," I quip, shrugging my shoulders. I actually hadn't quite expected to take out that many. The point was to get Valerian mad enough at me to push a little further, after all. I might have once had the whole "use me to breed your new army" fantasy, before realizing that as horny as I was for a certain draconic ruler, I didn't want my vagina turned into a turnstile for demon babies. I have limits somewhere, hard lines not to cross.

I smile at Severan, giving him a little wink. It works to tease, and to activate Penny's surveillance tech. She's looking through the lens (her idea: I just want red eyes) and taking it all in, and probably could use some more stuff to do more scrying, as if she weren't already using magic and tech hand in hand. Of course, I get this to work just as Valerian brings up my most embarrassing moment.

"I was fifteen," I mutter, flushing and looking away, squirming in a way that's a bit more uncomfortable than nervous. That was back when I was a little more... direct regarding certain things and it had just kind of came out. I'm not dumb: I don't think Valerian is dumb enough to know I'm not at least fascinated by him. We literally have to---

I yelp as he slaps my ass, making me jerk. I spin, but he's yanked my chin up and I'm about ready to shiver in utter delight. I really should not be enjoying this part: there's still a chance he tells his goons to flay me or something. He is supposed to be a Dark Lord™. He's just... ridiculously hot, and this close I can practically smell him. Of course, he goes and ruins it by botching Penny's name. "Uh, first, those are spices," I point out, stretching my fingers out behind me. "Second, Pepper is Tony Stark's love interest? And literally every member of the whole anti-demon corps is named after an ancient hero," I raise a brow. "How many mythological Peppers have you heard from? I'm guessing about as many as Paprika," I look to Severan, as if I can loop him in on the whole thing.

This really isn't all that different. I quip. It happens a lot with Chosen Ones™. We have a lot of shit to do with, and we have to do something to keep sane and keep up morale. So, yeah, quipping. The, ah, ass slap is a bit new though, and now I'm trying to squirm in less an uncomfortable way and more a "check out how hot my body is" kind of way.

 

[Vinaein]

Valerian was very good at holding his temper. This obnoxious wench was making it more difficult by the second. His eye twitched delicately as he sucked in a breath. "....Yes. Evidently you had...overlooked your effectiveness. Except now, you realize you are at the mercy of the Dark Lord?" He grinned at her, before...she winked at Severan before her. A strange feeling welled up within him, one not dissimilar to...jealousy? He frowned.

He was NOT a jealous one. That was a stupid mortal emotion. And the way she was looking at Severan who on pure incubus instinct grinned at the wink as her crimson eyes swept over the rest. Valerian took a deep breath. "You constantly return in this insane, quixotic quest. Must I get what you humans call a restraining order?" He snapped at her, seeing her...look at him close...

The squeal when he spanked her wass was sweet, making him stiffen all the more down below as he was breathing in and out, his fingers on the woman's chin. At the mention of the name of her friend, he rolled his eyes. "Who the hell is Tony S-....I don't care," he said, before Severan helpfully offered.

"There IS a Paprika animated film with a heroine by that name- "

"NOT NOW, Severan!" Valerian snapped back to his general, before he reached and pinched roughly at the Chosen One's nipple. "You really aren't afraid, Gwendoline Jones?" He hissed, his eyes burning bright as he looked at her. "I'll say that you are in quite the poor condition right now...all your attempts at....distraction aside..."

....she was pretty hot, admittedly. His hand moved out to cup where he had just struck and squeezed firmly. "Is there anything you wish to say? I shall take your surrender now."

 

[darkest_fate]

This time I can't quite hide the slight shiver as he says those words: at the mercy of the Dark Lord. Had he been reading my fantasies or something? He doesn't have telepathy does he? No, if he did, I'd probably be dead. But it's getting harder and harder to hide my growing arousal, what with this playing almost perfectly like several of my fantasies. The audience is a bit much, but I'm so used to being in the spotlight at this point it doesn't bother me. Kinda hot, really, since we're not quite flirting in the open like this.

"Please, we both know you'd miss me," I drawl at his comment about orders. I'm fighting the urge to pant as he starts reaching down, groping me. I flinch back, trying to look like I'm not about to melt into his touch, like he doesn't nearly have me panting or pressing my chest against him. The bra should be doing its job to hide the nipple, and I can always blame the point on my fear. Hell, some part of me actually is afraid. He's powerful, and if he moves too quickly, I'm fucked in the way I don't want.

I let out a laugh that's almost a scoff. "Afraid? Of you?" I smirk up at him. It's easier to resist even as he starts groping my breast, since I'm so used to something like this. I give him this sweet, almost saccharine smile. "Eat me."

Oh, that's bad, even by your standards drifts into my brain, and I fight a flinch. Not the time for Penny to communicate, but I'm betting she's letting me know that she's ready to go. I don't know if her hand's down her yoga pants or drifting toward the long distance magic transmittors, maybe both: she's got two. I just lick my lips and give Valerian my cockiest smile.

 

[Vinaein]

It was not only the feel of her that radiated desire. The scent of her. The heat, the very sight alone. His breath came out quicker as he looked at the beautiful woman who seemed tailor made to fit his fantasies. His fingers twitched slightly, with only Severan to note the growing arousal he was holding back, looking down at the beautiful huntress, the Chosen One...the one who could stop him...

And was envisioning doing horrible, exquisite things to her. At her next insolent phrase, his hand descended roughly upon her backside, striking the other cheek with a loud 'TAT.' Almost a little like a drumbeat, thought the dark lord as he struck again. And then again...having released the nipple. "Oh, I think you feel...quite a bit. Heroine," he said, glaring at her, with the obviousness of her fantasies set up before them.

He pulled her head aside and leaned in, taking the scent of her flesh and arousal before he let his fangs slowly graze at her throat, before he sank them into her neck, vampiric in how he slowly began to 'eat her' as she had dared. He fastened his lips there taking in a warm mouthful of rich blood. Each suck of his lips would radiate pleasure through her, the feeling positively...orgasmic.

The woudns would seal when he removed is mouth. "Your body seems yielding, oh mighty heroine..." he whispered, tilting her chin up again. "What have you to say about that...?"

 

[darkest_fate]

The little pats on my ass... possibly more than a little, were almost amusing. Was he playing with me? Toying with his meal? As he looks down at me I feel a little ice sliding into my belly. Penny doesn't have to say the words, I think them: just say the word. I lick my lips for a moment, their sudden dryness coming from an utter mix of emotions that almost makes me want to vomit (which definitely will set back any plans that might involve not being killed or fighting). My ass is only a bit sore: he's barely hitting and he knows even without aura I'm built tougher than that.

It's as he pulls my neck to the side that my lips part. I'm not quite gasping, not quite giving in, but also not quite fighting at first. I'm just too stunned, everything locking. his breath's hot on my bared neck, and I'm starting to wonder if I should have worn the enchanted choker. He's dragon based, right? Not a ---fuck, his mouth's on me and I'm struggling slightly. This definitely isn't what I meant! The pain lances into me, but there's this warmth seeping out instead. Fuck, does he have fucking vampire venom?

I shudder, both in some slight revulsion (vampires are undead and creepy) and in mounting arousal. He probably already knows I'm at least a little horny: fighting can get the blood pumping in multiple ways. This is mounting on that. I don't know if it's his healing or mine that seals it as he pulls back, and as he cants my head upward I'm breathing hard now. It's not faked: my head's swimming a bit. Whatever was in that bite could mostly be in my head, probably is to effect me at this level.

"You really think this is the first time I've been bitten?" I offer with a snort. "Please, my neck's about as virgin as your sidekick's dick," I flick my eyes to our audience, giving him another little smile before focusing back on the Dark Lord. I know I have to at least act the resister for a little while longer, but I add a little squirming that's perhaps making my body look just a bit more enticing, flexing some muscles, straining, not quite throwing my chest out.

 

[Vinaein]

The draconic lord was beginning to smile, feeling the control of the situation return to him. His hands roamed against the heroines back, then her sides, and came to rest upon her taut, tight stomach. He toyed with the piercing there, looking at her. He had pulled his blows, wanting only to tease her enough, while he gazed at her with his beautiful, gleaming eyes. She was a heroine indeed. A strong one...and one who could not be faulted for her persistence, he reminded himself as he looked closely at her.

The taste of her blood was, to put it simply, utterly delectable. He breathed in and out as he tugged her hair back when he finished, staring into her her, his tongue coming up to lick away the blood from his lips. "Mmm..." he said coyly. "Delicious, little heroine," he said. "And your heart is pumping..." He slid his hands over her sides, one going lower...down to her pants so the fingers brushed just downwards, against the panties, to her slit...rubbing very delicately through them.

Bit by bit....he smirked at her, knowing the control he now had. "Mmm, I can tell you're quite wet...getting more than you bargained for...?" He was enjoying the control he now had, he realized. And what the hell, she was more than willing. In fact, willing was best...especially when they weren't admitting it. Severan was just watchig with interest...as an incubus, he likely knew and was more than a bit knowledgable on these matters...

"Hm, no I don't... but..." Valerian grinned again, glad to get the better of her. He leaned in and bit her earlobe, tugging gently. "Is there a little something more you might like, little heroine...? A better use for that mouth, perhaps...?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Fuck, I can feel him teasing the piercing, and it takes everything I have not to admit that I did that one partly because I thought he'd like it. I think it draws attention to the fact that I'm fit as fuck, my abdomen obviously showing off impressive abs under the soft, pale flesh. I had been very tempted upon turning eighteen to put some ink just above that area too, something to maybe hint toward desires, but Penny pointed out that the whole tight pant thing usually also means "low slung," and I wouldn't want to explain that. I still have the inked symbol of Choice looping around my left hand, a sort of Celtic pattern that both looks cool as fuck and is supposed to have some potential.

His hand yanked me back ,as if he's looking for more. My ears are pierced, sure, all in diamond studs running up the left ear, with one in the right. He's probably noticed the single stud on my tongue before: a simple piercing that I got partly so I could irritate the stuffed shirts of the Order, but also because it helped up my oral game (which wasn't bad if the guys who usually came in my mouth were any indication). I almost pierced my clit, but, again, tight pants, and the nipples were completely out of the question. Still, I've got a little more ink than i probably should, a little more piercing, and I am definitely distracting from his teasing comments.

"Fuck," I can't help but let slip as his fingers tease the tight waistband of the pants. I've teased that it practically takes magic to get them off and, well, skintight leather and rampant arousal don't generally mix. I'd flirted with the idea of wearing a thong under all that: the pants all but demanded it, but doing flip kicks with a piece of string up my ass wasn't going to happen (I tried it in my room first; enjoy that image). That meant mostly thin, black panties, sometimes with various designs on them, a sort of almost girlish teasing bit there. I'm pretty sure the current ones have his symbol sort of magically worked into the fabric; it shouldn't fully show, and he's likely to notice the fact that they've contoured to my mostly bared sex more than anything right now.

Don't get too lost in your fantasies, Gwen. He could be setting you up.

I almost want to mutter a thanks to Penny, but instead I shift my gaze to follow Valerian. It's not hard: his mouth is going to my ears and making me shiver with yet more want. "Sure, all this fighting gets me worked up," I breathe, my voice a little strangled. "Wouldn't happen to know a way for me to unwind the tension? Maybe go a few rounds?" I try smirking, but my body's practically quivering. I'm no virgin and sure as hell not weak willed, but his mouth is blazing trails near my ear and I swear to any god who wants to listen that if he starts nibbling my ear again I'm going to cum in my pants.

 

[Vinaein]

The tattoos were an amazing touch, the dragon lord had to admit. His fingers began to trace them, the nails running delicately against her skin. He slid them there, running them along piercings and tattoos alike. Designs, such beautiful skin, such scents...it was getting more harder to resist. And did eithe of them really want to at this point? He was pretty sure he didn't, damn it. His hands closed around her ass and he squeezed again, this time rubbing where he had slapped.

"You've designed yourself well, little huntress..." he nibbled her ear again, teasing it with his tongue as his sharp teeth ran along the lobe. His hands were moving all along her sides, a hunger very obviously in both of them. And he wasn't minding. Look, the prospect of...Dark Lord and Chosen One was....

REALLY fucking hot actually. He went down to trace a tattoo with his teeth and lips, teasing her below, now rubbing the seat at her pants quickly to tease her through the fabric. "You like that...?" He whispered, Severan watching like thi swas nothing new whatsoever. His muscled body, his clever fingers...he knew how to use them. He knew how to move...

The Dark Lord sure knew how to fuck, that was certain. He toyed with her top, sliding it down to reveal the line of her cleavage, teasing the line with his hands. "Hmmm...to keep you tied up, or to let you go...do I want you on your knees, with that mouth occupied, or might you use those teeth in a negative manner...decisions, decisions...hmm, or do I want to taste you as well...?" He rubbed at her cheek. "Perhaps I wish to see more of you..." he slipped her top down further, to let her breasts come free.

And to let his fingers just delicately brush the nipples when he had the bra down as well.

 

[darkest_fate]

The good news was that he wants me. I can tell. Unfortunately, that's making it so damn hard to not look like I desperately want him. his hands are running over me in an almost possessive manner, a way that I've been half teasing him to do for years now. My mind lurches back to teenage fantasies of those lips lighting fires underneath my skin. It ricochets to flirty banter. Then it sinks into my own depraved wants, those buried desires I barely whisper to Penny as I egg her into breathing them into words for us to enjoy.

For now those hot lips tease my pierced ear and I'm shivering. I'm teetering on some edge, my toes curling in my boots. Fuck, he hasn't even removed a single article of clothing. Maybe I'm just too thirsty for him for this to work. Some part of me is screaming that he must be messing with me. Too many years of the two of us at one another's throats. I've stabbed him before, and he'd done the same to me. His hands are tracing my flesh where the few scars my abilities couldn't fully heal were. One's this sort of gash near my right side, a faint pattern that almost perfectly matches his claws in a larger form. I can still recall him opening me up, the fury at him not just doing that, but not living up to my own expectations.

He's rubbing my ass now, teasing it. "Pretty sure... you're the one... liking it," I breathe, though I'm shuddering again, my eyes closing for a moment to just let the heat wash over me. When they open, I notice the audience again. I look around: it's just Severan left, right? Nobody else would get this close: I could fuck them up. I'm barely contained in these chains, and I can tell I've gotten at least a little aura back just from resting her.

My attention goes back to my front. He's tugging at my top, pulling it down instead of up. "Wow, do you seriously not know how a bra works?" I can't help, fighting a laugh. He's teasing me with promises that sound oh too delicious. Yes, please taste me I almost mentally scream at him, and I can hear a giggle from the other end of the magic link that lets me know the thought got just a little too loud. I shift my mouth, not quite moving to his fingers, and i try to take a quick nibble, to look like I want to fight back.

The top lowers just a bit, the pale flesh of my breasts tugging a little. The bra will hold for a bit, but he'll see them soon. and I know they're fucking great. No, they aren't massive tits or something. I'm built too lean for that. But my breasts defy gravity in an almost pornographic way, standing firm and proud, and they can fill most guys' hands (experience there). Two nice orbs of pale ivory, my veins just starting to show in them, and of course the nipples are fully engorged, not overly huge, but perfectly erect, practically begging for further attention. "Never figured you for a boob man," I try and tease, but I'm starting to get uncomfortably aroused at this point: he's teasing me, and I'm wondering if that's that the point.

 

[Vinaein]

It was pretty obvious she wanted him, the dark lord thought. Hell, that carried with it a certain boost to the ego. His smirk only grew, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous and beautiful light while he gazed at her. She was hardly very subtle with her desires in this. He'd been around a while, but he'd never bedded a chosen one. Heroines, sure. He'd corrupted a few in his day. Sorcerers, mages, being of every species imaginable...

But never...never one of them. Never a Chosen One. And he admit to admit, this spice was helping... He rubbed his lips into her neck, his mouth tracing the delicate skin. His old rival, my how the tables turned well. He nibbled at the skin, pushing his body close to hers. "I did not claim otherwise...and I am enjoying it. Quite. A. Bit." He nipped at her throat quickly, licking delicately at the skin, tongue darting there while he continued to feel her, over and over again...

Severan was watching with mild curiosity. Maybe even hoping he'd get a turn...but right now, Valerian wanted her for himself. Maybe her friend (what was her name again? Petty? Pally? Whatever) was even watching. Hell, let her watch and enjoy then. Front row seat to the greatest show on earth.

With her breasts exposed, his hands came in and his fingers began to gently work her nipples. Twisting, tugging, pinching, rubbing, slow and delicate while enjoying his time in stimulating her body. "Oh, stop trying to be coy, it doesn't suit you." He sighed delicately and continued rubbing. "Now...if I let you free, you might try to escape. Decisions, decisions, heroine..." he went in and brushed his tongue to one nipple before his lips encircled it.

He grazed it with his fangs and began to suck firmly there, just a moment before releasing and switching to the other. "You do taste quite good...unofrtunately, if I let you free, you might do something rash..."

He began to toy with her pants, to get them down...suddenly wanting her fully exposed. "I'm SURE such a noble Chosen One is very untested," he said playfully. "Certainly the thought of having someone in that ass has never even occurred to you..."

Like hell he meant that, but it was fun to tease.

 

[darkest_fate]

I almost cum at his breathy admission. It's not like I'm starved for male attention, or female if/when I want it (Penny and I did some fooling around, enough to wonder things). The whole Chosen One thing would be enough, but I'm fit as fuck and pretty hot on top of all that. Mix it with a general "fuck you" attitude toward the world in general and rules in specific, and, yeah, I get around. I'm not a slut, and a lot of people sort of just climax as soon as my pants are off (too many), but I'm not a quivering virgin.

But oh fuck do I feel like one right now.

It's taking all I have not to climax as he teases my chest. I've never been too into boob play (another reason the nipples remain unadorned), but there's something in how he's using them. He's teasing me, but he's also using my tautly toned body for his own pleasure. He's doing this because he wants it, wants me. Guys do not maul a chest like this just to get the girl going. It's doing that: he's pulling and twisting and working my breasts until they're aching with want. I flush even more than I was: the stupid paleness making me show the pink all too well (I'd rather tan, but, well, this was the look he likes).

I finally give in as his mouth circles my breast. I try to cover it, just a yelp, my lips jerking between teeth as I bite hard. It's relatively small: it's just from the sheer stimulation, from him teasing my chest and giving me a fantasy. But it shoots through me like a lightning bolt, leaving nerves aflame in its wake. If my loins weren't already melting they'd be giving free now, and I can't help but almost want to laugh: these pants are well and truly fucked at this point, which would probably piss off whoever enchanted them.

"Is... that something rash... named Valerian Draconis?" I breathe, unable to stop yet again. He's teasing my pants and I'm squirming without any other pretense beyond my own arousal. The temptation to demonstrate how piddly his bonds are is nearly overwhelming, particularly as he starts pulling. Fuck, but they're clinging. They adhere tightly to my body without copious amounts of my arousal and sweat sticking to them, and the dumbass Dark Lord hasn't removed my boots, so the pants won't lower past my thighs. That could be the point: trap me with my own stupid fashion choices.

"you... you do realize your name is just, like, Latin for brave dragon or something, right?" I nearly babble as he's teasing about taking my ass. There have been fingers in there. And... okay, yes, I did try and tease it with the Dildo once, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't be interested. Now I'm regretting not doing a little more hole training there, even in my whole kinda mouthy, kinda post-orgasmic, very mushy stage.

 

[Vinaein]

Severan was looking more than a bit intrigued now, a smirk on the incubus's face and something of a tent within his pants. Looking there, he was largely being ignored by the dark lord...who was noting that Gwendoline was more than a bit fit as all fuck and hot as all the hells combined. He was more than a bit interested...after their fights, he usually had to fuck someone. He had no shortage of willing, debauched succubi, gorgeous goblin beauties, demons, vampires, any number of gorgeous dark sorceresses....men, if he was in the mood for it. He preferred women (cis or trans, who minded such silly things? He was a powerful Dark Lord, but he was no bigot, that was for certain)

And now, he was enjoying this teasing. A LOT. This toned figure, those gorgeous tits as the nipples hardened beneath his fingers. The draconic lord was smirking a she felt her. Her tits were quite the good squeeze as well, he thought before he tasted her skin. "These would look lovely with piercings," he added idly as he tugged a nipple again before his mouth covered it again. This time, he sucked harder, while his fingers rubbed her through the pants below, all the harder.

His own cock was quite erect by now, all but trembling with the want. His own desires were all afire, the desire to take her overwhelming. His hands then took her pants and...

Fuck taking them off. His claws worked with two motions and he positively shredded them to nothing, letting him slide the ruins aside, and get a look at her. "Are you mocking me...?" He asked with a smooth, icy confidence, a returning smirk as he looked into the eyes of is opponent/stalker/admirer/lust object. "Because I COULD discipline you by entering that ass right away..." He spanked it to drive it home. "Or you could yield..." Though he liked her being a bit of a brat, honestly. He slipped her legs open, noting she was still in the boots.

He pulled her up a bit, his head going lower...and he let her feel the flick of his tongue, very delicately to the wet, aroused lips below. His aim had been perfect, destroying fabric without harming any skin.

 

[darkest_fate]

I want to teasingly challenge him, to make a coy suggestion that the only way I'll pierce my nipples is if he makes me, but I'm not entirely sure I want those (again, going into battle with a noticeable piercing showing doesn't sound like a great move). It hardly matters. I fight his hand moving against my clad sex and I'm nearly cumming all over again, gritting my teeth as the pleasure washes over me. Is that the second orgasm I've kinda swallowed at this point? He's got an incubus standing right over there: he has to know what's going on here, and he's likely had enough women to know on top of it.

The claws blur, and I instinctively harden my aura. This tips my hand a little: he'll know I regained, but I do not want his claws shredding my crotch area. It's enough so that the leather parts, and the panties beneath aren't reinforced at all. Soon rags are struggling to cover my lower half. My legs are long and luscious, with a swirling design down one left leg that's supposed to be an ancient protection ritual... a draconic one. I've also got a few lines of text just under my left breast that are still a little obscured: supposedly a lustful poem that Valerian himself wrote at some point.

The threat to shove his dick into my ass hovers there. I swear I can almost see it: both the threat and the implication it holds. My legs are parting now, and I don't fight him as he does. He's shifting and it's taking all I have not to cum again. Any resistance melts as his mouth descends. My body arches against him, my breath catching. I throw my head back, head nearly slamming against the floor of his chamber, dark strands coming loose to tangle in my lips. I practically eat them as I bite hard, swallowing another orgasm. My body doesn't know whether to curve in on itself or open up before him: I'm wet, wanting, and my lower half jerks toward him again. My legs rise, boots resting against his shoulders.

I have to say something. "Y---yeah right," I manage. "You go in dry to my tight ass, and I'll snap your dick off." A question comes as his tongue teases me, and I look toward his loins. It's on my lips before I can stop it: "Does it look like the depictions?"

 

[Vinaein]

Severan was enjoying the show more than a bit. He'd witnessed his master pleasure women before. In fact, he'd participated more than once. Now, he was more than a bit content to watch his lord, the master of darkness on this world play around with their chosen nemesis. And THAT was hot. Unbelievably so, in fact he thought as the dragon lord got the beautiful chosen one almost nude...

The claws had done their work well, with beautiful inks exposed. But he didn't mind tattoos now. In fact, what he desired most now was the chosen one's warm, luscious and wet pussy. His grin grew as he witnessed the markings under her breast, his fingers teasing and probing her ass without risk of talons. Oh, tight, he thought. Tight and maybe even a bit untried...well, that made him want to try it out more, that delectable entryway...

When he'd lowered himself, he pulled her legs up, holding her aloft. He was eating her out now as he teased and probed her ass, his tongue running along her slit, tracing the way there before easing between her full lips. He was practically making out with her pussy now, licking and sucking, darting his tongue deep within her and holding her up.

Sweet, he thought, taking in her scent. "Who said anything about dry...?" He teased. "I wouldn't be so cruel...you want me in there nice and lubed up, heroine...?" he added, before his tongue flicked to her clit.

He paused a bit "Depicitions...?" he asked in between licks, curious now. "Maybe I'll let you see if you want to use that smart mouth..."

 

[darkest_fate]

Those fingers are teasing my ass. I can feel them probing the little hole, a tight little bud. Penny had laughed at me when I'd insisted on magically cleaning that area before this whole job thing. He's not going to find anything gross down there besides my sweat and arousal. Everything from the waist down glistens with my wet. I know the thin line of my sex is already throbbing. Fitness and genetics have granted me a pretty tight pussy, though the insides are used to ah, some certain types of abuse. I had to shave the hair off down there for certain reasons, leaving the whole area absolutely bared to him. Each breath is the most exquisite torture he could have possibly devised.

I twist in the bindings, nearly wrenching out my shoulder as my lower half rises. My tight ass spasms as the muscles contract, and my legs are all too eager to help brace. His tongue pushes into me and I cum again. I let out another sharp gasp, thrusting down. Insides quiver about his entering tongue, and he's surely going to feel the juices as they slide out of me, my overeager body betraying any attempts at subterfuge. I love every moment of this, even if some part of me hates that I'm the Chosen One who's letting the Dark Lord do this to her.

His tongue flicks my clit and I explode. I let out a sharp gasp, head arching, body rolling against him. There's no disguising this for anything besides what it is. My fingers curl behind me, digging into the stone, the stuff nearly cracking under the force. His bindings grown, and I nearly burst them as I thrash against him. At this point I don't fucking care if he wants to slide into my ass. Fuck, if it kills me I'll die a happy woman, as my insides burst with pleasure. The last time I came this hard I'd fully taken that toy for the first time, felt it nearly knocking against something deep in me. I'd known then that I could take him if I got to this point.

Now he's taking me and I'm near to losing my mind. I try to work my mouth, but he's too busy eating me and I'm nearly eating my hair at this point. Chances are pretty fucking good he's not going to start ripping my skin off, so I'm mostly just letting my body roll against his and enjoying myself for a few moments. The climax shorts out my brain, everything fogging, but I know I'll recover quickly enough. Fun part of the whole Chosen One thing. For now, I'm just reveling in the moment.

 

[Vinaein]

The Dark Lord pulled her legs up over his shoulders, enjoying the way he was teasing her. Her ass was smooth, tight, lovely...his finger sliding into it as his lips and tongue attacked her sex. Tight around his tongue as well, he thought, and bare as he'd expected. He grinned, lapping at her quicker, enjoying moistening her up all the more. He pushed his finger into her anus, sinking it down to the knuckle with a low growl before sucking the lips of her pussy.

He heard her noises, feeling her climax and cum about him. He tasted her juices, all that sweet honey. His Chosen One now, he thought as he lapped at the fluids released by orgasm. Swiftly, his tongue caught them, nearly overloading the dark lord with his lustful delight. He growled low, tying his tongue around her clit before sucking furiously at it, not intent to make a horny heroine cum just the once.

He seized her ass, holding her up as he licked harder into her, before abruptly ceasing, instead gently rubbing his thumb against her clit in a slow, inexorable movement. "I asked a question, chosen one. Your mouth or your ass." It hadn't been much a question, but this could be quite fun even so. "I will, of course, have an answer...but I intend to be in one. Or one, then the other..."

Of course, if she might beg for him in her pussy, he might be able to accommodate. "If you don't answer, perhap your friend Peppy might be willing to come and try..." he added.

"I think it's Peggy, sir."

"Not NOW, Severan."

 

[darkest_fate]

My ass parts around his finger. I feel it sliding into me, a not unfamiliar sensation. That taboo fire smolders from my lower belly, the increased pressure causing my sex to quiver and clamp down on something that's not there. I resist, though not on purpose, my body clenching around his digit as it pushes into me. I feel it giving way to him, and another little blissful shiver leaves me. Maybe he's seeing the weakness as ever, because his lips push against me. A tongue lashes my clit and I'm cumming for the... fourth time? Fuck, I'm actually losing count, and he hasn't entered me. He's holding me as he pushes me into another climax, and now he's teasing.

Fuck, teasing and asking questions. I miss the first because I'm nearly fuck drunk already (and we really haven't started fucking). My hazy red eyes drift toward him. He wants to take your mouth or your ass and, ah, I'd go mouth? Because he's really good, Gwen... like, wow, I kinda get it now.

My lips try moving; it's not quite working. I take a breath, flushing in irritation. "Mouth," I manage, "obviously," I let out another shiver. "I mean, I have... to return the favor, don't I?" I hope he's going to pull away from me, though it occurs to me even as I finish almost literally mouthing off that he could just pivot. A 69 would not make me look good: I can barely think straight as it is, and I've got a literal witch in my brain giving me extra advice and keeping track of shit. I'd mostly just yelp around his dick, though if he wants to face fuck me, that'll work.

"Does... does your buddy always watch?" I have to ask, looking to the incubus Valerian was just bantering with. I'm not sure how to feel about his eyes on my mostly nude body: clothing in disarray, mostly pale, heaving flesh on display, obvious signs of my orgasms showing just about everywhere. Sure, incubi are hot: I've had a few close calls, but they're not quite my thing.

Dark Dragon Lords are.
Obviously.

 

[Vinaein]

The finger that slid into her ass began to pump, steady, back and forth as if the finger could fuck that tight little hole. He was pushing it in and out, letting her body conclude the rest for him while he smirked to himself. Oh, she could cum hard, this little hidden holy vixen, he thought. as he sucked on the little pearl there....he'd practiced a lot on countless willing beauties. In fat, he love the taste of good pussy. ..

And a good ass as well..many women loved it, regardless of whatever else they had between their thighs. Many beauties in the court were trans after all and he took them to bed regularly, with anal beinga favorite. He had more than enough experience there to satisfy a horny little chosen one.

He could have been cruel. REALLY cruel and taken her chosen ass in response. He could have...but he didn't. Instead he ceased his movements, adjusting her in the bonds..

"Severan?" He asked as he adjusted his bonds, to get the heroine on her knees, giving her arms enough slack to let her use her hands. "He's an incubus. It's what they do. Does it bother you? I can have him turn around." Severan actually looked disappointed at that, but the dark lord bid him no mind...

Time for the Chosen One to serve, he thought as he moved aside his clothing to reveal his hardened cock, full and with a curve on the end, his hand finding her head as he drew her in.....certainly no human cock, sleek and smooth, with the making of scales at the base.

"Now serve."

 

[darkest_fate]

Fingers fuck my ass as I cum again. I can feel him training me, preparing me, and it makes me shiver. There's a promise of more in those fingers, a threat of his thick draconic dick plundering a mostly untouched hole. My earlier teasing about debauching girls comes back and I almost laugh. A little trilling happy noise escapes my lips anyway: happens when you're cumming your brains out while being eaten out and whatever else he's doing to my body. At this point I lose track and just sort of let it go over me, trying to stablize.

Valerian adjusts the bonds and I almost laugh. Seriously? He has to feel the damage I've done to them, and he's effectively giving me the use of my hands. I almost laugh: I still have a weapon in my boot, one of the few bits of clothing left to me as I kneel mostly naked before the Dark Lord, the picture of defeat. Does he know this is part of my plan? I look up at him, trying to look defiant, like I don't internally feel like we're on the same plane here. My eyes slide to look as he mentions his companion.

Even as his cock appears, I realize I need to tilt things. I don't immediately react though, because there's a few beats where I just marvel. It's smoother than the toy I have at home. That thing has a few more ridges to it, but it could be that he could alter himself there. This looks almost delicate, the scales smoothing it out and adding an almost shimmery texture. I feel my insides quiver in want, and I almost pinch my legs together. My tongue teases my lower lip, as I look up at him.

"Swear he doesn't join," I insist, my gaze flicking to Severan. "He watches, but doesn't join," I let out an almost derisive laugh. "He can get his dick off and stroke if he fucking wants," I look up at Valerian, "but this is between you and me," for now. Was that me or Penny? I don't know, but I'm making a point. My jaw's set. I don't have to say the words: Valerian's smart. He'll figure it out. I've enough jaw strength and willpower to cause him trouble if I'm not at least a little cooperative. He'll have to either beat me down and ruin the mood, outright throat fuck me (which wouldn't totally suck, even if I would), or cooperate, and I think he'll do the whole respect strength thing.

Like I said, he has to realize the playing field's more even than he thought.

 

[Vinaein]

He could hear the little repressed giggle from her. Well, it was hard to hold back. The woman before him was ungodly hot and he was more needy than he'd been in a while. He could have made due with anyone, but damn it he wanted HER now...they could still fight, who knew who would win...or they could fuck and enjoy themselves. Dark Lord to heroine and it was obvious which they wanted. After all, he had just made her cum. A lot. Multiple times.

And he was pretty sure she wanted him to enter that virgin ass. Which he fully planned on after some more fun. He pushed her down, helping her to sink down as Severan continued to watch idly, relaxed and nonchalant over the affair. The sight of his cock was evidently giving the heroine more tremors of desire below and he wondered how she might react to getting a good fuck in his voluminous bed. "Hm? Severan?" He asked next.

"Hm, right. No, he's not joining right now. This is for US," he said. "You and me, heroine," he added with a hiss as he rubbed the tip of his cock delicately between her lips....there was a professional respect to this. "Now...proceed..." he said, urging himself between her lips. He wwas giving his word Severan would not join now...

The heroine was, for the moment, his and nobody else's and he was going to have her suck his cock like he fucking OWNED her.

 

[darkest_fate]

The temptation to ask for more, to coyly suggest that he should claim me as his or to provoke more dialogue rises within me. I often don't know when to shut up. Even when a cock is pushing at my lips (which, yes, have a light coating of smearable lipstick, in this case a sort of deep red, almost maroon color that I know from experience will cause streaks and marks on a guy) I want to talk or babble. But I can practically smell his arousal, and there's something evident in his look. That connection that has always been between us stretches again, and it makes me shiver just thinking about it, and what we're doing.

My mouth parts, and I gently kiss his tip at first. Just a moment, almost a concession. "Me and you," I agree, but my eyes are almost focused on the dick. No hands at first. My lips part over him, and I bob, just taking the first bit of him. My eyelids flutter slightly as I just enjoy this: actually tasting the cock. It's not quite as I imagined it: a little saltier, a little sweaty. I roll my tongue over him, seeking the slit to tease for a moment, and maybe see if he's struggling to keep himself in check as much as I am. Most guys can't go multiple times (some could with practice, and I'm betting Valerian has a lot of that). But he's still likely drizzling.

The tongue does its work. I swirl for a moment, still just using my hands and mouth. I can feel the whole battle braid thing sliding behind me, and I irritably reach up to brush it back over my shoulder with a thud. Damn thing's in the way. So are a few black flyaways, and I reach up, not to aid in sucking, but to clear some of the path. My mouth widens as I start taking more of him. There's no choking, but I'm also not even halfway through. My mouth works along him, the lips collapsed about his length, pressing hard, but not enough to pinch or anything of the sort. Just a hint of pressure. As I pull back, lips pressing down, I give a quick nibble, not enough to damage even a normal cock, let alone a scaled one. I roll the tongue again.

And my head starts bobbing. I'm vaguely aware that I'm demonstrating practice at this, but oh well. Despite all the trembling, I've experience. Hell, I've experience with this: the toy is the exact same size (apparently it really was made from someone who knew). I know from work that I can get the whole thing, but not at once: it takes work, and I can't exactly hold it for long. I may have to brace too, and I'm too busy showing off, demonstrating that he's not the only one who knows how to perform oral on a hot partner.