Don't Cage My Heart

[FoxWriter]

It was a rather miserable night, thunder roared and lightning cracked as rain poured from the skies, as if trying to drown the world below. It was so cold, that it was a miracle the Rain hadn't turned to snow, or worse, sleet. Soaked to the bone, the outer Guards moved into the castle for the Change of shift, shivering and trembling as they led another, who was just as soaked. A Bard he had said, and looking for Shelter. The King's Head guard had decided to allow the Bard in, and was leading the man to the Kings Throne Room, where he was still holding Court, solving petty issues like 'he stole my cow' and 'he planted corn on my land!'. What was the most surprising to the Bar being led, was most likely the large Cage, made of pure shining silver that was sitting next to the Throne. Inside was... what looked like a Woman.

She was beautiful, with skin that was almost a pretty wood color, that was so soft and unblemished it looked like liquid silk. Her hair was as silver as the stars, and was hanging around her like a waterfall as she laid on the floor of the cage on large soft cushions. Her eyes caught the Bards, the Silver orbs begging with him to save her, she looked miserable despite the soft cushions. It was clear she wasn't human, from the long, pointed ears, to the minute fags, to the thick horns from her head and the long tail from butt... to the large, leathery wings that spread from her back. She spread them, or tried to, she could barley get them half unfolded, and anytime they touched the silver bars of the birdcage she was trapped in, she flinched, and smoke rose from her skin. The outfit she had clearly been forced into was pretty, but was also at least a size too small, and was cutting into her skin, and leaving very little to the imagination. Yes, she was miserable, and it was clear she hated the King, because as he reached down to stroke her hair, she tried to bite him, shrieking in rage and pain as he gripped a tight handful of those pretty silver locks and gave her a firm, harsh shake for trying to bite him.

No one seamed to find this shocking or horrifying in the least, as if they where simply used to it, and it made one wonder just how long the king had such a gorgeous creature. Clearly she didn't want to be there, she couldn't even turn around in the cage without brushing against the silver bars and hurting herself, and so she went still under the King, and let him pet her, fury and pain brimming in those moonlight eyes as the Head guard introduced the Bard, motioning the man forward to introduce himself and ask for shelter. Which the King allowed if the Bard would play music for them during the rest of court. The Head guard loaned the Bard warm, dry clothes and gave him a hot drink and sent him back to play for the king and the rest of the nobles and peasants who where waiting their turn to speak to the king.

 

[Benen Eachann]

As he walked in to the cathedral like throne room, all Benen could do is marvel at the architecture, until his eyes met the Demon caged for the pleasure of the king. Though he knew most of them to be innately evil, he could sense the difference in her. Slowly taking in her features and how the cage reacted against her, he could feel nothing but pity. Upon being asked to introduce himself, he step forward giving a magnificent bow, and quietly cleared his voice.

“My good king, I am Benen Fulmine, Bard of the Orwellian order, third degree master of the voice, fifth in line for grandmaster. Master of Lightning and voice. I here by ask your assistance for the night, for my limbs are weary and my back sore, for I have traveled much distance, with out the rest of a comfortable bed. I offer my voice and all my talents to be used for payment for such commendations.”

upon approval from the king and being taken to change for fresh dry clothing, he pulled a odd instrument from his pack, and expertly tuned it, leaving only a melodic ring to the ears of all those nearby. He was then escorted back to the king, where upon he greeted him and his company with great gusto, and began to strum, his voice clear as a bell, the strings on his instrument bouncing off the walls for a perfect harmony, making it seem like almost a full orchestra was playing in the halls. For hours he played, finally lulling the king and his company to rest, and went with them off to bed.

Sleep did not take him, as he slowly made his way back to the throne room, wishing to visit with the demon the king had captured. Upon reaching her cage he knew that she would more than likely need something, and taking out a dagger he slit his own hand and held it up to her to drink of. “Have no fear, I am not one to poison you, nor am I hear to make you fear. You heard my name earlier, and I am not one to take kindly to enslavement, nor capture, of something, or someone as beautiful as yourself. If you could please tell me your name?”

 

[FoxWriter]

Itherit watched the Bard intently, listening to him introduce himself. the King was also pleased by the level of Bard, and was tempted to offer the man a full time position as his personal bard, just by his name and title alone. the voice of the Bard had his full attention, and even more so pleasing to the king, was the way it seamed to sooth his beast, the Demon relaxing into the music as she had done for nothing else. she didn't even try to snap at him when he stroked that soft, soft hair of hers. nothing had stopped this Demon from trying to hurt him, and he had put her int he cage, on display for all as a punishment, hoping to break her... it had only seamed to make her all the more enraged and ferocious. but this Bard... the King greatly desired this bard, and as court ended, he asked Benen if he wanted a full time job there at his castle. the King was very doubtful that the Bard could stay, many had missions and the like that they had to accomplish, but he could hope.

he went to sleep, happy and content knowing he would have the Bard for a little while, and considered how tame his pet might be, if he hired a bard for her. just for her, then, maybe she would show him the gratitude he deserved for saving her. he never seamed to get the idea that she would rather have died, as she almost had, rather than serve a stinky, kinky old bastard like him. she cringed away from him as he slit his hand and offered it to him, her eyes filled with fear at this strange new trick as she studied him intently before hesitantly leaning forward, licking at the cut on his palm like she was a cat. "i am Itherit... Itherit Damascus..." she whispered softly as she blinked at him. "you should not be here... he will call for your death..." she warned softly as she rested on her cushions, trembling from the pain of not being able to spread her wings, an the burns all over her body from the silver. she closed her eyes, looking completely exaughsted. "i would beg of you to kill me." she admitted softly, blinking at him. "can you do me such a kindness? The King needs not know... there is poison in the Apothecary... or you could smother me with a pillow... he would think it was the Silver that killed me." she admitted, blinking at him, touching his hand, her eyes begging, PLEADING with him. "please... i would beg you to kill me..."

 

[Benen Eachann]

Her words laid heavy on his chest, the thoughts of her asking him to kill her running over and over. He had killed before, but he felt that she should not be held, and thought death was far to extreme. In a spur of desperation and unknowing, Benen reached his hand through her cage his hand falling down on hers, as a burst of electrical energy rose from his eyes. Bolts of lightning danced off his eyes, as the bars around her began to melt from the heat, his rage for her condition powering his spell. He knew the castle would wake to what he was doing. But there was more to him than most would know.

While he held the title of Bard of the Third degree, he was also a mage of the first order. Untold, but his power was not to be trifled with. The bottom of Itherit's cage fell out, and with a strength that was misled by his stature, Benen lifted up the demon in his arms. The guard rushing in to see what was happening, the lighting from his eyes bolting still, and power drawn from the surrounding air, electrified by his mere aura, formed nearly rigid wings of lightning. And as the king came in cursing at what he was told, Benen walked forward sending a bolt of energy out to the kings leg, breaking it.

With a loud utter of ancient words, He held on to Itherit, and teleported almost a good 300 leagues away, the storm that he had com in trailing off to the east, a small tent resting against a tree nearby as well as bandages. “I think death is not the option. For now we shall be safe, we are at least a two day casts for any mid ranked teleporter's ability. Here let me bandage your wounds.” he said this calmly as he walked with her to the tent, a snap of his fingers sending out unseen servants to set up the tent and gather wood, as he tender to her burns.

 

[FoxWriter]

she blinked at him a little, her hand curling around his as he touched her, gasping at the burst of electrical charge, cowering in the middle of the cage, fearing he was going to electrocute her to death. it was a welcome relief from her torment, but the fear response was instinctual. she wrapped her wings tightly around herself, shuddering as she waited for the pain, and blinked as she peaked out, watching the metal bars melting, cringing away from the liquid pools that where forming, gasping in pain as she was picked up, but looking her arms around him, holding him tightly to keep from falling, shuddering as she buried her face into his neck, giving it a small kiss, thanking him for saving her. "thank you... thank you." she whispered, turning to see the guard, shuddering as the lightning snapped and crackled around her, around them as the king shrieked and screamed and carried on about being struck and being in pain. he was a cowardly king who ran at the first sign of trouble, so he was not one who was used to pain.

she gasped as they vanished, looking around in astonishment as she looked around at the place they had suddenly appeared to. "...how did you do that!?" she asked, stunned as he settled her into the tent, her clear eyes staring at him in utter shock as she let him tend to her burns and the thick rope burns on her ankles and wrists from where they had been tied to various places. "your a wizard, aren't you, like the ones that stole me fro my home..." she stated, her head tilted. "are you going to sacrifice me?" some of the... more disgusting branches of wizards summoned Demon's, and sacrificed them to various Gods for more power. they where usually as evil as the Demon's they summoned. she blinked at him wincing as he touched her sore wrists. "Thank you for saving me... Demon's don't do well all locked up like that..." she admitted, spreading her wings wide with a long, happy sigh. it felt so good to spread them out, they where too large to spread inside the castle, she hadn't been able to spread them in weeks. "would you like something for repayment? i am a powerful Demon, i could grant you a wish." that, was not a good decision. Demon Wishes always came with tricks attached.

 

[Benen Eachann]

She had many questions, and he knew most of the answers, then her offer for granting him a wish. Demons had a nasty habit of always making wishes out for the worst, then the intended meaning, and if he so choose to let her grant him, her promised wish, he would have to choose his words carefully. But before any of that he finished tending her wounds, and slowly answering her questions, while trying to keep her still. “as far as how I did that, I will say that its just who I am, and to answer your other question, no I am not a wizard...” he trailed off as his hands caught up to where the wounds started to climb closer to her torso along her upper thigh, enjoying the touch of a woman, even if she was a demon.

Coughing lightly he pushed on, his words chosen carefully, all the while expert hands caressed and wrapped the silver burns on her with ointments from questionable sources. “I am not a wizard because I did not study my magic, it just came to me. Therefore I am not a wizard, I am in fact part of an ancient order of Sorcerers, whom have kept quite for millenia. We operate around the bases of the elements, each one of us a master of his own right. These elements include, lightning, fire, water, air, earth, metal, light, darkness, death, and healing. As such there are only 10 members at a time, and since its inception over 2000 years ago, there has been but only three lightning masters, my father and his father before hand. I have held my fathers position now for almost 800 years.” he forgot his hands and could see her intently listening, and when he looked again , his hands were resting softly on her mounds, holding the wrappings close to her pussy, and withdrew them slowly.

 

[FoxWriter]

she blinked at him a little, her head tilted. "just who you are?... well, as long as your not going to sacrifice me... i don't want to die." she admitted simply, blinking at him as she listened intently, completely uncaring about where or how he was touching her. it was just her body after all, she didn't care... and the gentle touch was rather welcoming. "you where born with magic?" she asked, blinking at him. "how strange, i've never head of a human being born with magic." she admitted simply, looking amazed. "you can control lightening.. that is how you made us move so quickly, you pulled us into the clouds as if we where lightening..." she wasn't sure if that was true, but it sounded right to her. when he tried to pull away, she caught his wrists and settled them back onto her breasts, her starlight eyes staring at him. "you may claim me, if you wish... it is your right, for being my savior." she admitted, reaching back and untying the back of her... shirt, letting the fabric fall to the ground, her firm, heavy breasts hanging in the empty air.

"you can own me, if you wish." she admitted softly. "i would do well, with a master like you." she admitted, shifting so that her short's slipped down, revealing a firm ass cheek, and the edge of where her leg turned into crotch, giving him room to feel her cunt if he desired. she blinked at him, licking her lips slowly with a small shudder. "i would enjoy a master like you." she admitted softly, running her hand down his chest. it was very, very rare for a Demon to.. offer, themselves to a wizard, or a sorcerer. mortal men, yes, all the time, but never to a sorcerer or a wizard. because once the magical human took the Demon, either by rape, or consensual sex, the demon became bound to them, and they had to do anything the wizard said. no, it was very rare for a Demon to offer themselves, and even better, if the Demon went willingly into servitude, their magic usually lost that... troubling edge to it, so long as the Demon wasn't upset with their master anyway.