Flirting with Death (w/ Kyrth)

[Kyrth]

"That sounds like another order, are you demanding that I cease?" the Enchantress asked with a cold mask guarding her face, "I don't think you really understand why this is happening."

The necromancer could see the tears and the resolve still within the young girl. It was a gruesome task but that resolve needed to be broken. As long as she held onto her pride the ordeal would continue. Keeping her emotions in check the Necromancer watched as the Beast increased it's pace and intensity. Plunging it's long, hard cock deep into the girl's sore cunt.

The smokey chains holding her wrists moved slowly dragging her arms behind her back. All of the force from the beasts strong thrusts now pushing Rhiannon's chest and face into the dirt. The beast paused for a moment, buried to the hilt in her pussy and moved a hand to Rhiannon's hair, lifting her from the ground. She was raised to look at the Enchantress.

"You still have two more places left to be violated," she stated coolly, "So think very carefully before you answer this question, Are you ready to be trained?"

 

[DeviousFish]

"I-I-I don't-" Rhiannon stammered, unsure how to answer and unable to catch her breath to speak.

The beast not only continued to pound her aching flesh, but seemed to increase the intensity to a maddening pace. Her passage felt like it was on fire, the vicious friction of his cock and the heat of her own flesh negating its dead cold temperature. Each thrust rocked her body, causing her to grip the earth beneath her fists and her milky breasts to swing pendulously. She could hear her summon grunting behind her and she wondered briefly if the beast could feel pleasure or if it was simply imitating it's master's whims. It shouldn't even be possible for something without proper circulation to maintain an erection. Could he even ejaculate? She shuddered at the thought. Her musings were interrupted and she bit back a groan as he forced himself even deeper, tearing her insides with his rod.

Then she felt the bindings begin to pull her wrists, dragging her arms back and causing her to fall forward into the soil. She whimpered as he continued to fuck her, pressing her face into the cool, damp earth. Turning her head to the side, she gasped for air and moaned. Suddenly, the beast slid fully into her and she choked on the pain and the blinding hot sensation of being filled so completely. But he had stopped his furious pace and she felt her head lifted up by her silky violet locks. She sat panting, still skewered by the creature and stared wide-eyed at the necromancer as she spoke.

"T-train?" she asked, voice cracking as she spat dirt from her mouth. "NOW, you want to train me? FINE. Whatever. J-just make it stop!"

She was lying. There was no way she could abide being trained by this woman now. But she'd say whatever she had to in order to escape this situation. Truly submitting was the farthest thing from her mind, however. The first chance she got she'd flee from the necromancer. Maybe, someday, she'd return and get her revenge. But now it was impossible. She realized that much.

 

[Kyrth]

"Still so defiant and aggressive," the Enchantress sighed softly, "It truly is a shame to have to break that wonderful spirit of yours, but even now I can see you plot and scheme."

The beast had her hair wrapped around one fist, holding her upper body in the air. The free hand was still holding her hip as it resumed, now thrusting up into her sore, tight passage. The beast felt no pain nor discomfort so it dutifully resumed it's hard and swift pace. The firm grip on her hair kept her still but her body was jolted with each hard thrust up into her core.

The necromancer rose from her throne of bones and the chair faded into mist. She turned and started to walk back to her tower, behind her Rhiannon and the beast floated into the air and followed. Despite floating slowly across the ground it made no difference to the increasingly frantic pace the beast had set. Every inch of his cool, hard cock was being driven repeatedly into her body.

They traveled slowly back to the Necromancer's home, the couple floating a few feet behind her as she took a slow pace, occasionally glancing back at the pair.

 

[DeviousFish]

"I'm not plotting! I'm not...I'm not..." Rhiannon protested and jerked against her captor's grip.

When the undead thing began to move inside of her again, she moaned in despair. She was running out of ideas. With her head pulled back, she gazed upwards at the dark sky and pondered her options. What did she have to do to make this stop? She tried to plan, to reason, but it was so hard to think with that beast pumping his fleshy rod inside of her. Each powerful thrust shook her slight frame and forced air out of her lungs in the form of a pained groan. Her passage was slick with fluid to protect itself, but was still raw and sore. As his pace quickened again, she clenched her fists and rolled her eyes back in her head, trying to shut out what was happening.

She opened her eyes briefly to see the necromancer rise and turn to leave. Was she going to abandon her here to the mercy of this creature? Then she felt herself rise up and begin to float. The zombie didn't seem to notice and only continued its relentless pounding.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" she managed to breath out, her voice trembling.

 

[Kyrth]

"Perhaps you are comfortable in this dark clearing in the middle of the night, but I prefer my home," she replied casually, "I could use a drink, and while all this conjuring does look impressive it's quite a drain, so a little nourishment wouldn't be a bad idea."

Creating the elaborate chairs had mostly been for show, creating them from conjured shadows was more of a party trick than a useful skill. There were other ways to achieve the same goal that wouldn't have been as draining, but the point had been to shock and awe the little brat. Maintaining the chains around her wrists and floating her along were simpler tasks but still took effort. Back home she could find physical replacements, not to mention a few more tools to help discipline Rhiannon.

The walking pace was slow and leisurely, the silence of the night pierced by the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the groans driven from the girl. The beast worked like a machine, a constantly rhythmic pace, driving his cock into her tender core.

"If you're feeling chaffed then if you ask it nicely I'm sure it wouldn't object to using another orifice for a while," the Necromancer offered as they walked, "If you beg it may even take a short break."