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Shadow Lord nad his Child of Light (MaysharxFK)

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Amastay, a young girl of barely 18, watched as the last of her father's patrons filed slowly out of his cantina. She was cleaning the bar, her long auburn hair falling over her shoulder. She had tied it back in the beginning of the night, but it had eventually worked itself free of it's bindings, as it always did. Her dark eyes fell to the bar as her father locked up the doors, and she watched the small tines shine as she finished wiping them clean. Her father's cantina was a nice place, higher end, but not the highest.

Amastay generally worked the bar in the later hours, waiting tables int eh earlier ones. She didn't mind the work, it wasn't exciting, but it meant her father had to pay one less person to do the work, and she enjoyed spending time with him. As he retired to the back office to balance the book, Amastay made sure all of the glasses were clean and tucked away where they belonged. When everything was in order for the next day's opening, she popped her head into her father's office and told him good night.

Amastay walked home alone each night, comfortable that she was safe in the small neighborhood. She knew the streets like she knew the patterns on the tiles on her father's bar. She walked slowly, enjoying the cool breeze on the warm night, unaware that tonight, the darkness held many shadows she was not even aware of.
 
No one will ever know why the Lord of Shadows had his focus on that small town, on this evening, at this time, but the night will never forget the events that unfolded.

Through the shadows of the street and the darkness of every corner Mayshar felt a warmth he couldnt ignore, something was moving through his domain giving off a light his shadows felt stung by. The essence was so powerful he had to come see what it was himself, something compelled him investigate. The shadows were telling him of female human that was so exsquisite, they were parting for her as she moved through the small village.

He summons his powers, and heads into the darkness of the streets, leaving nothing but fear and despair in his wake. Out of the darkness, 2 pure white pupiless set themselves on Amastay, his influence controls the darkness itself to "direct" her down certain streets, thru certain alleys, leading somewhere...
 
Amastay, without ever noticing, began taking a different route than usual She found herself walking down alleys and streets she never took to get home. SHe told herself she was just enjoying the night, but the streets became more and more deserted as she walked, and she began to think she should turn around. She knew she would not become lost, but she was afraid that from here it would take her too long t get home, and her father would get there before her. She knew that would cause him great concern, and she did not want that.

Reaching up, she pushed some of her wild hair back over her slender shoulder, looking around. SHe began to sense something around her. She felt as though she were being watched, and as though there were a hundred little fingers just out of sight, trying to tickle her sensitive, pale flesh.

She shuddered slightly at the thought and shook her head, smiling at herself slightly. She had been reading too many horror stories, she thought to herself, scoldingly. She would have to stop that.

Finally, Amastay realized she had strayed into a part of town she seldom entered, and she looked around. It was partly industrial, partly deserted homes, and she was unsure how she had even come this far out of the main town. Turning, she prepared to head back towards home, but she found herself faced with what seemed to her a wall of shadows. Shuddering,s eh thought she had never seen darkness so thick. Again, she scolded her imagination. She was not the kind of young woman who was scared by a little darkness, so she stepped forward, into it, resolving to push through. She was certain she would find herself back on the dimly lit streets she knew so well in just a moment.
 
Mayshar watched from his Shadow Realm throne, only his essence was present in the realm where Amastay lived. Not one to be so enticed by a mere human, Mayshar found himself more intrigued with each passing moment. As she turned and headed back into his trap of shadows, a small smile cracked his smooth, perfect lips.

The wall of darkness comes to life as Amastay enters, it becomes more fluid and freeflowing, like a substance of darkness rather then just absence of light. She feels hundreds of fingers and hands all over her but things move quickly and a few of them grasp her tight by the arms and begin to carry her back outside to the streets. She emerges from the darkness, held by the arms by 2 large shadowy creatures, thier eyes are a deep violet but extremely bright. They have large torsos and wide chests with powerful looking arms. Instead of legs, they are more gaseous and just seem to be floating above the ground. Thier grip is suprisingly strong, but thier touch also brings a wonderful sensation to Amastay's skin everywhere there is contact.

The wall infront of her continues to flow and shift quicker, the eyes of the ShadowLord coming into view, but nothing else can be seen.
 
Amastay gave a cry of fear and surprise as she felt the darkness moving around her, spinning, confused. She could feel hundreds of fingers and hands touching her, and she covered her moth to keep from crying out. She was being touched in places she had never been touched before, and she felt her skin flush red.

When Amastay felt the hands firmly grasp her arms and drag her from the darkness, she gave another small cry, looking from side to side. The grasp of the two shadow men was firm enough to almost hurt, but at the same time she felt sensations in her flesh like nothing else she had ever felt before. It sent confused signals to her brain, and left her mind drifting, unable to clear.

As she was looking from one to the other shadow guard, she caught a glimpse of something, and her head snapped forward again. Before her were two bright white eyes surrounded by think darkness. She had never seen anything like it. Swallowing hard she struggled slightly, afraid.

"What-What-Who are you?" SHe almost choked on her fear, frozen in place now. She could feel the overwhelming power coming form teh shadows, and she trembled. If she pulled against their grip, their hands tightened and she felt teh pan of their grasp rush through her at the same moment as the intense, almost pleasurable sensation brought on by their mere touch.

"What is it that you want?"
 
The darkness wall in front of Amastay begins to flow inward towrds a few focal points, seeming to build a figure out of the darkness. The 2 shadow men holding her arms seem to give off a feeling of pride and awe as they watch thier master come into the realm of the mortal, maybe for the first time in centuries. Thier awe and feelings of worship flow thru thier touch and manifest themselves onto Amastay.

The eyes disappear from the darkness as the form of a tall, nearly 7 foot male appears where the shadows used to be. His head is bald, and slowly raises revealing his ominous eyes once again, looking right thru Amastay. His skin appears to be made out of silk, perfectly smooth and hairless. He is topless, showing off a thin but exceptionally well built body. Muscles are sculpted with perfection and features seem to be like that of a god.

"I, my dear, am what you fear at night. I am what your father warned you of every day as a little girl. I am the Lord of Shadows, ShadowLord Mayshar and what I want, what I desire...is you."

His last words are said with such conviction and raw emotion, the power that emmenates from them is overwhelming.
 
Amastay gave a cry of fear as the man came into shape before her, raising his head. She tried to pull away form the guards, pushing herself back. At first she had been frozen in awe at what was before her, the guards emotions tainting her own. She had trembled as the shadows had taken form before her, the guards emotions flowing into her and tainting her mind. However, when he spoke her eyes widened and she gasped.

She felt fear course through her as her legs weakened slightly. He towered over her, perfect in every way a man could ever wish to be perfect, and she swallowed hard, trying not to choke on her fear.

SHe felt the guards tighten their grips painfully, weakening her further as she cried out in pain, unable to rip her eyes from the Shadow Lord in front of her.

"Y-you . . . no . . . " She found it difficult to continue to fight against the guards, tears gathering in her eyes as the man seemed only to get closer. She felt weak and helpless in his presence, his form so massive.

She could hardly think of words, barely able to speak as she sought some kind of freedom. She wondered if perhaps she had fallen asleep upon getting home, and all of this was a horrible nightmare. In truth she was curled in her bed, warm and safe, her father watching over her.

"Let me go!"

She had understood what the Shadow Lord had meant, as clearly as if he had spoken the vulgar words, and she shook in terror. She had seldom had lovers, and all of them had been gentle caring men. Just standing in his presence, she knew this would not be true of this man.
 
Mayshar stalks closer to her slowly, his eyes unable to track but Amastay could feel his gaze as it swept every inch of her body.

"I desire the innocence in you, your light. It must be exstinguished, there is no place in this world for that kind of good."

He finally arrives right in front of her, his form overpowering. His mere presence gives off waves of erotic energy and emotion, which is now nearly overpowering as he stands right beside her. He reaches out with one hand and gently touches her face, he runs his fingers down her cheek onto her chest, stopping just above her breasts. Every second he touches her, raw sensation sends shockwaves thru the core of her body, branchign out to every erotic area and pulsing.

"You have no where to go, no one is coming to save you. Every part of your mind, body and soul are going to be MINE."
 
Amastay cried out as the man that was more than a man stepped forward and touched her. As much as she wanted to force her eyes from him, she couldn't. She whimpered as he ran his hand over her face and down to her chest, but at the same time her eyes closed and her eyes rolled back some, her head tilting back.

SHe heard herself gasp and give a small moan before coming back to herself, shuddering.

"Please no . . ." She trembled as she looked up at him, tears threatening to gather in her eyes. SHe was afraid of the thought that he found her a being of light, his complete opposite, therefore her light had to be extinguished.

"Please, just let me go home . . "
 
"There no longer is a home, everything that was yours is now mine."

With that statement he moves with godlike quickness and rips off her top and pants, leaving her in just her bra and panties. He circles around behind her, using one finger to trace along her skin, starting on her stomach just underneath her breast. He moves slowly around her ribs and side continuing around to her back.

"Now...where should we start...maybe here?"

He reaches around from behind and grabs both of her breasts with his powerful hands, the sensations coming from them much more intoxicating then just what his fingers were giving off. Amastay can feel his breath heavy over her shoulder, his body pressed right up against her. A semi-rigid package rubbing up against her lower back.
 
Amastay gave a cry of fear as her clothes were ripped away, leaving her nearly bare before him. As he moved in against her back she trembled and tried not to sob. His touch was excruciatingly pleasurable, almost enough to destroy her fear of him. She felt her tears running down her face as her fear fought her pleasure.

As his firm hands caressed her breasts roughly she, she heard herself moan again, gasping, her head falling back. She could feel his body against her back, strong and frightening. His semi-rigid cock pressed against her back and she tried to pull away, only to find herself falling back against him again, squirming as if to reach freedom.

"N- . . .no . . ." Her please were beginning to lose strength as his aura seeped inside of her. SHe wouldn't be giving into him completely yet, but she found it hard to find the strength to fight his desires, especially when it seemed as though his entire existence exuded a sexuality that her body only soaked up and turned against her.
 
The Lord of Shadows breaths in deeply as he feels her pleasure rising and the conflict within herself, as if feeding off of the emotions. He continues to massage her breasts, his hands sliding underneath the bra. He squeezes and twists her nipples playfully, then pulls his hands out quickly, taking the bra with them.

"Your willpower is strong, but I have oh so much more in store for you."

He places his hand in the middle of her bare back, just beneath her head and pushes, so she is bent over with her legs still straight and locked. The shadowy men hold her in position, thier grip tightening. He then forces his hand inbetween her legs and starts rubbing her clit, from outside her panties.
 
Amastay gives a little cry as her bra is ripped away and she is bent forward. She struggles at first, but the guards grip her painfully. She know she will have bruises the next day. With a small cry, she squirms some, but her body gives in to his caress, to the sensations rising from her clit and rushing through her.

She moans against her own will, and her eyes again close, her head going back as she tries to fight the pleasure, her body's reaction clouding her mind.

"No . . no please stop . . ." She begged, her voice trembling even as her words turned into another moan, her back arching, her pussy growing wet enough to soak through her panties, her hips moving slightly as her body reacted to his ministrations.

"Oh please . . stop . . .stop Lord Mayshar . . ."
 
Mayshar pulls his hand away, his fingers dripping with moisture from Amastays flowing cunt. He brings his fingers to his lips, and slips his tongue out taking in her essence. At that moment something changes, as if tasting her awoke the true demon within.

"Fine, you want me to stop being tender, then I shall. I tire of these games!!"

He vanishes into a puff of darkness, reappearing moments later in front of her, completely naked. His cock standing at full attention, and well worthy of being the cock of a god. It extends a full 10inches, and is thick enough to be considered a third limb. His shaft is as perfectly smooth as the rest of his body.

"Now, you will know the true fury of an immortal!!"

He reaches out with one hand, exerting his powers towards her. Amastays panties disentgrate from her body as the guards lift her up off the ground. From beneath her two smaller forms of the shadow men rise out of the very earth and hold her legs apart, revealing her in every way.
 
Amastay cried out as she heard his words, flinching, but things began to move too quickly for her to do anything. As he reappeared in front of her, her eyes widened in fear and shock. She knew she could not take him, not without much pain and much force. She gave a little sob as she listened to his words.

As the shadows began moving her she screamed, terrified as she was opened to him. She was forced to look up at him as her legs were spread, his minions of teh shadows keeping her always jsut as he desired, as if silently communicating with him.


"No! NO no no, please! I can't take that please, please dont' do this to me." The poor, innocent girl struggled some, but all of the hands tightened on her and she screamed in pain, unable to move even the slightest, left completely to the mercy of the god-like man before her. She sobbed as she felt the mosture from her sex running down her legs, and she felt betrayed by a body that wanted what he had, even though her mind knew she did not want, nor could not easily take it.
 
Mayshar moves in with haunting intentions towards her, any compassion he had been feeling, for the moment completely gone. He approaches with his cock aimed directly at her slit, the shadows keeping her high enough off the ground to be at the perfect height. Her head and shoulders above her waist and legs, so her face can look perfectly into his.

His massive dick enters her, brining with it the pain from her petite frame unable to hold his size. But, with the pain comes a pleasure like she had never felt before, his touch was one thing, but direct contact with his cock brought a powerful feeling of desire unlike anything in the universe. The magic, designed only to make the body willing and eager, has no effect on the mind.
 
Amalay screamed, arching her back from both pain, and the uncontrollable pleasure his cock made course through her. He was so big, she knew she would be bleeding. She struggled a little, but quickly found that that only exacerbated the pain. Screaming, she felt her body stretching open for her. SHe was growing wetter, against her own will, her body welcoming even as he damaged it.


"NO! IT HURTSS!" She screamed at teh top of her lungs, she shadows moving about her, holding her firmly. Her entire body was on fire with pleasure an pain, a tenuous balance being held between the two. Her hips pushed forward even as she begged him to stop, her body willing and hungry, wanting all of him, even as her mind knew she couldn't take it without damage- not wanting it in the first place.
 
Mayshar grins with a vileness no mortal would want to see as he thrusts at her pelvis with great force. He very gingerly walks the line of trying to inflict pure pain, but staying within limits to allow her body to accept it. Some trickles of blood drip from her pussy and travel along the veins in his cock before plopping to the ground.

The shadows holding her sway with each thrust, allowing her body to move enough to absorb the impact but keeping things tight enough to maximize the pleasure. Every thrust brings with it his magical essence and desire, finding thier ways to every part of her body. Her breasts, her nipples, her asshole, everything pulses with desire. Her mind remains her own, a deviant piece of the magic to fully break the victim.
 
Amalay cried as he too her forcefully, ripping into her body. She screams with each thrust, feeling her body move. She sobs even as her nipples ache for his attention, her asshole begs for his cock inside of it. She even wants to taste him, wants him to force her throat open for his cock.

Still, she fights these urges, feeling her clit throb. SHe knew that a part of her was ready to give in to him, and the pleasure he was steadily sending co arsing through her. SHe had never been this close to orgasm this quickly, and she fought to refuse herself that pleasure. SHe did not want him to think she enjoyed his advances, that she was willing. SHe sobbed as she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails drew blood*

"STOP!"
 
Mayshar senses her pleasure like normal people see daylight. His thrusts become harder and faster, he reaches out with both of his hands and cups her breasts, his power still flowing out of every touch.

"There is only one way to make this stop...Do what your body wants..let it flow..."

His powers focus purely on her now, his throbbing fuckstick, his hands holding her large breasts like handles to give himself more leverage. He grips her tightly as he pounds away at her tight twat, aiming only to bring her to conclussion.
 
Amalay sobbed, but she knew he was telling the truth. He would not stop until she gave in. She squirmed, shaking her head as she began to moan more and more. For a long time she still tried to hold back her orgasm, but his hands on her breasts were too much. Each time his flesh brushed against her nipples she cried out in pure pleasure.

Finally, she screamed, her back arching drastically, causing her to slam all the way onto his cock as her body gave in completely. Her cunt throbbed around his cock as she came, screaming again and again as wave after wave of pure pleasure devoured and replaced any pain she felt. Tears still ran down her cheeks. Tears of shame and humiliation at teh fact that she was enjoying what he was forcing on her, that she had reached her peak even though she knew it was wrong, that she should not want him to continue. This time her please were much weaker, and far more incomplete, leaving them open to interpretation.


"Please . . . please . . ."
 
Mayshar continues to thrust until she has fully relased herself, then his release comes. He unloads a god sized worthy amount of cum, partially inside her and then all over her wet bleeding cunt and belly as he pulls out and continues to unleash himself.

His chests rises and falls as he lets out a breath, seeming to singal the end of Amastays terrible ordeal. His cock softens as he stands, glaring over her body.

"Please....please what? Please stop?...No thats not what you want...Maybe you meant, please continue...?"

As if on cue, his cock hardens to its full force again. Instead of using it for now, he raises his hands up in the air to his shoulders, palms up towards the sky. Lifting Amastay up with them so her cunt and asshole are right in his face. He braces one hand on the inside of her thigh, sending pulses of pleasure towards her clit. The other hand heads right to her asshole, as he begins to finger and rub around her tight, never used hole.
 
Amastay sobs as she feels him unload in her, squirming when he pulls out and finishes his load on her stomach and open cunt. SHe sobs, relieved that he seems to be backing away.

And then she hears his answer to her please. SHe screams in denial as he steps forward again, lifting her height.

"NO!"

She is ignored, though, and a moment later feels him probing around her, enoying the feel of her flesh, putting pressure on her cllut. SHe gasps, but it is his finger at her ass that gets a true reaction. Jerking some, she tries to pull her ass away from him, crying out sharply.

"No! No god, no!"

SHe has never had anything in her ass, and she if afraid that his playing will eventually lead to his cock ripping inside of her once more, this time in a tighter, more sensitive part of her body. SHe sobbed and he teased her though, her body reacting as he desired, ehr hips rocking with pleasure and need.
 
Mayshar stares right into her eyes as he rubs around her hole, and slowly slips his index finger inside which was lubricated easily by her pussies wetness still all over her.

He moves it back and forth gently, the smoothness of his flesh apparent as he gets the hole ready to handle something more.

"Mmmm, so this is where your light truely resides...This i might just actually enjoy..."
 
Amalay cried out and struggled as she felt his finger enter her, and yet she was unnable to stop a moan as her back arched. She sobbed some, shaking her head, trying to pull away.

"No, please, not there. I'll do anything else you want, please just not there."

She knew he wold probably ignore her pleas, but she had to try, she couldnt' stop herself as her tears ran down her cheeks, her body moving as if to take him into her deeper, fucking his finger slightly faster.
 
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