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The Shadow only Hides the Light

The truth to what she was seeming came with a deep-seeded fear of being alone. They had made it the Pandemonium Fortress with little loss. No deaths. But as they stood before Diablo himself, they were slowly wiped out. One by one. Leaving her and Anion. But she had to watch as Diablo grabbed Anion by the throat, sliding his long clawed fingers into the flesh and ripping and tearing everything that was there. It set her off, causing Diablo's death. But it left her alone, with Anion bleeding out out in her arms. She had always feared being alone. Especially now that she'd found someone who was more then a one night stand. She could see her and Anion together for a long time. Which she hoped would happen. Long after she was done being an assassin, but for now, she was more focused on not being killed by the monster before her.

Kalysto shook her head. She would not tell him. Feeling the skeletal hands on her wrists loosening her katars this worried her. Jerking her arms to try and shake them off was to no avail. She dreaded what he was going to do to her. But she couldn't deny that her body had somewhat betrayed her. She was wet from his previous minstrations. But it did not mean she was any more willing then she had been. She still refused to willingly submit to him.
 
Marcus regarded her shaking head with little concern, and instead positioned himself over her, dropping his bone armor spell and even beginning to disrobe as he placed his hand over the wetness of Kalysto's flower. "Your discipline fails you, assassin." He said, grinning like the proverbial fiend as he maintained the illusion, forcing her to look upon the aftermath of her most terrifying dreams, a nightmare to define all nightmares, filling her mind's eye with the visions of her greatest fear and disappointment come to life. "You act as though I cannot see as well what it is you fear. It is loneliness that robs you of your strength, just as it is in isolation that you find achievement." He spoke as he stroked his fingers up and down her entrance, playing across her most sensitive bud, still tall and erect from her previous stimulation. "You cannot deny the pleasure to be found in union with another, just as you cannot deny your fate should you remain alone." Marcus was stripping aside his trappings now, positioning himself over her, in a most compromising position, yet she might just resist, were it not for the familiarity of such a role as Anion had played not an hour ago.
 
"This is still rape you bastard!" Kalysto said. "When Anion finds out, he'll be the one hunting your head, not me. Unless you plan to kill me once you've had your way with me.... But Anion will still know, and he will kill you. He is not a jealous man, but a protective one he is." She had tears streaking down her pale cheeks. She had fought him off with everything she had. And her best wasn't good enough. Her eyes remained open, she wished she could close them, but the moment she closed her eyes she saw Anion, dying in her arms. And she couldn't watch that again. It had scared her enough the first time. And he knew her fear. No one had ever truly known what her worst fear was. But it was a fear that had crippled her now. Her body worn, and her wrists bloody from the struggle earlier.
 
Marcus paid her words only so much heed as he let his eyes travel her shackled form, drinking in the sight of her lustfully as he stripped away his remaining garments, letting the armor of bones fall away from him. "You underestimate me." He said simply as his hardened manhood came into view and with a final wave of his wand, caused the shackles at her ankles to pull up and back, forcing her to spread her legs wide and bending her nearly in half so that her ankles were closer to her shoulders and her bare femininity came up towards him. "I have planned nearly every eventuality to this point, and yet you doubt somehow that I have not still planned further?" Bending over her, he reached forward and cupped at her breasts, raking his fingers over her supple flesh. "Now submissive or not, I will show you the strength of my convictions."

Pressing the head of his rod to her entrance he let the shaft rub up the entrance of her womanhood and then back down again before it found purchase against her petals and slid just inside of her, her velvety heat enveloping the head of his cock as he rubbed his thumb over her clit and at her nipple flicking across either bud before as he stared into his eyes with a baleful glare.
 
Kalysto cried out as the chains pulled her legs up, testing the amazing flexability she had. Her flexability was second to none. Anion could twist and and turn her to his desire and she could bend whichever way he wanted. Her body bent in ways the human body certainly should not bend. But that didn't help her now. She gasped when his head slid in. He was a bit longer the Anion, but certainly did not have the same girth her did. He had about half an inch, to an inch of length over Anion. But Anion, she could not get her hand around him when using her hands to please him. Her hips bucked and she continued to fight. She wasn't giving in this easily. She was not weak and corruptable like he surely thought now. She was mentally the strongest of the three women with their party.
 
Reaching out to her breasts, Marcus grasped and plucked at her breasts, drawing her nipples out away from her individual orbs, twisting and tugging on her nipples, torturing her sensitive buds without remorse as he let his weight fall onto her, pressing into her deeply, forcing the head of his cock, deep, deep inside of her, slowly, achingly, savoring every second of passing into her furthest reaches. Rolling and rocking his hips against her, he whispered a few words and the bones to either side of them formed a bar of bones that coupled between the two manacles on her ankles keeping her legs spread wide apart and forming just behind her head so that her legs were trapped up behind her neck. "You are indeed flexible." He flexed his length inside of her as he pressed further into her, not even attempting to withdraw as he let his weight and bar keeping her legs apart allow him deeper penetration than ever before.
 
Kalysto cried out as he slid deeper into her. Tears pouring down her cheeks. And gasping when the bar formed, pulling her legs further againsther chest. Her flexability could often be a pain in the ass, but right now she was glad. She had wished Anion hadn't bragged about it. It made sure he was going to push her flexability to the fullest extent. She screamed when he dipped in further, hitting her cervix. Her body jerking at it hit nerves that moved her body involuntarily.
 
Feeling her jerk and spasm uncontrollably underneath him was a sight to see as he felt himself hit home against her cervix. Her scream tore from his own lungs a haughty laugh as he reached forward and cut it off at her throat, wringing his hands around her neck, leaving the remainder of her scream nothing but a hoarse cry, through gritted teeth as he withdrew and pressed inside of her, more slowly now, easing inside of her as he adjusted his opposite hand to toy with her clit. "You can resist with your mind all you want, but deep down you know it's futile. You said yourself you've had no small experience making women submit to you, and while I'd love to compare notes . . . " Adjusting his hold on her neck to the bar behind her head, he began to rock it back and forth, causing her gyrate around his shaft quite involuntarily, "Let me just say I have my own experiences in that matter."
 
"But I never fucking raped them you bastard!" Kalysto spat angrily before he cut off her air. her screams becoming little more then hoarse cries. Tears flowing freely from her eyes. She had very little expirence with men. So she was extremely tight. Like a vice around his cock. As he kept striking her cervix she cried out each time. Wishing she had stayed in bed with Anion. Her body was shaking, she knew he was going to force her into an orgasm soon. Her body was sensitive that way. The touches on her clit, and repeatedly hitting cervix, she wouldn't last long.
 
Marcus was panting hard as he felt just how she gripped him with the walls of her inner sanctum and was all too happy to increase the strength of thrusts, faster and faster to a building pace that rammed home into her each time. "And neither did I, it took only a sample of what I could do with my magic to convince them of my skills." He replied, as he shifted the grip of both hands to the bar of bones that kept her legs to firmly spread. The bones of the earth enlivened with him, and the candles of the chamber around them began to glow with a darker flame higher, causing the candles to burn more quickly and Marcus's eyes began to glow with baleful fire.
 
Kalysto's eyes were burning from the tears. But she couldn't help it. Her hips bucked wildly, involuntarily. She scrreamed even through his hand on her throat as he forced her into an orgasm. Her body shaking almost violently. She would regret this night for a long, long time to come. She felt utterly ashamed of herself. And if he dare came inside her she'd slit his throat the moment her hands were freed. She would not bare his demon seed. Though, it was unlikely. As she had been feeling some signs previously, due to Anion. She hoped she wasn't. So that she would not be a burden to the group.
 
Marcus felt her shudder and scream and smiled all the more as he poured out his strength into her, thrusting into her bodily, reaming her with every stroke of his steely manhood, despite her orgasm. The bones kept her legs spread, unable to clamp down as he redoubled his efforts into her already over stimulated cunny, not relenting an inch or a single second of respite for the venomous witch as she got what she so clearly deserved. She was screaming and crying beneath him, absolutely humiliated and he was intent on breaking her. As he felt his own climax building, he leaned in close to her, moving his grip on her neck to her mouth and cheeks, preventing her from moving her gaze or attempting to bite him. His opposite hand found her left breast and he crushed his hand around it, raking his nails painfully against her flesh as he whispered, "Where is your strength now?" And came, for all he was worth, deep inside of her. A veritable torrent of his seed bathed her innermost depths in thick ropes and Marcus gasped as the pleasure almost overwhelmed him into losing control over his spells. The candles burned with such intensity that they extinguished themselves, leaving them in utter blackness.
 
Kalysto whimpered softly as he came inside her. She knew she wouldn't get pregnant. She was practically sterile, she used herbs that worked as a contraceptive. She had always taken them, even when she was with females. But that was only because it prevented her from having her period. Which was a downfall when it came to all things that involved her being active. So she decided to use the herb, to make everything work better. But that no more meant that she wanted him to cum inside her. She laid there, her eyes closed, her body quaking in a mix of pleasure, pain, and hatred. She just wanted to get back to Anion. For him to comfort her.
 
Marcus savored the sweet glow of his triumph, of not only the release of taking his pleasure from such a woman, but the bitter betrayal of her body against her. He had felt her tremor as he own climax shook her body, and as he withdrew, he stood up over her, watching her panting, whimpering with tear stained eyes, still so full of hate. "Your hate is now justified, little Assassin." He said to her, reaching down and gathering up his wand, "I do not expect your thanks, or that you will truly understand what I have done for you, only your continued hatred, which I'm sure will serve you well in tracking me, and defeating the Lords of Evil." He smiled coldly as he spoke. "The only thing that remains to be seen, is whether or not you will eventually kill me." Then, turning to leave her, he paused, and turned back around, whisking his wand through the air caused her to become suspended up from the bones that kept her legs spread wide apart.

"Or . . . " He smiled as he walked back towards her, dropping his wrapping to the side, "We could see just how much more pleasure and hatred your body can endure." With another flick of the wand the manacles trapping her wrists came together over her head, securing themselves to the ground, causing her to be strung, upside down her legs stretched wide apart in mid air like some perverted trapeze show. Approaching her from behind, he ran his wand up her spine and then over her now twice abused flower.
 
Kalysto's hatred burned for him more now then it ever had. She was shaking lightly but was relieved when he let the manacles on her ankles go. Letting her body finally relax. But she cried out when they took her back. Ripping at her already torn at wrists. Blood dripping down her arms. Tears sliding down her cheeks. Her entire body was shaking. "Please! Don't do this! Please, just stop! My body can't take anymore!" Kalysto cried out. Her body was worn, and her entire body ached. They'd had a long battle that day, and now this. She actually pleaded with him to stop.
 
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