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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

The chill of the ice melted away and her body released a shiver she had been holding in. She was convinced she was getting trained through torture, because surely that was what he was putting her through. Slowly she felt the dance of his lips over her skin, sinking lower and lower until her thighs were effortlessly parted. No. Stop paying attention to what he's doing… She willed herself, but it seemed virtually impossible to do so. Even more so as her legs settled on each side of his head. Oh Gods no. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes squeezing shut tightly as she chanted words of focus silently to herself. Aroused would be considered an understatement for what he was making her. The warmth of his tongue, the caress of his breath along all of her sensitive nerves, it was enough to drive her crazy. But it was simply a tease. So while her heart rate had spiked, she maintained the shaky focus needed to keep the apple floating above her. If barely.

Ceci whispered words of encouragement to herself, words of focus. But the shift of his hand placement, lifting one hand to part her nether lips, it made her tense, dreading but anticipating what was to come. She stifled a moan, only releasing it half way before sealing her lips and biting down on her tongue. It was a delicious sensation, to have him caress her there. She wanted to say screw the apple, she wanted to drop it on his head for what he was doing to her. She used her frustration as an anchor momentarily, letting it push away her thoughts of pleasure, which then let her focus on clearing her mind.

But then. Ceci gave a groan, Rakith's attention shifting specifically to her little bundle of nerves, where she would be distracted even more. For the first few moments she believed she could handle it, but when the intensity in which he toyed with her increased, and her lungs seemed unable to pull in enough air, she felt her focus quickly crumbling.

I can't mess this up. She cursed herself, the apple shaking as her control over it came and went, an internal struggle between what her body wanted and her mind wanted was waging at full blast. Seconds seemed to stretch on forever as she fought to maintain her control, and when she felt the light pressure of his teeth around her clit, and two wonderfully skilled fingers slip within her slick depths, she let out a frustrated moan. “Rakith!!” She snapped.

Ceci’s eyes were open and she was glaring down at the demon between her legs, even as her body did flips over the pleasure he was causing. Her grip on her control was slipping, and she knew it. In battle, this would be where she either surrendered or fled the battlefield. Knowing she wasn't yet strong enough to ignore the desires and passions that he could ignite in her, she chose a different path. Sure, she would fail the test, but on her own terms.

The single apple suddenly had friends, and instead of floating above her own head, they were above Rakith's. And when the moment hit where she knew she couldn't hold on, she forcefully dropped the apples down on Rakith's head. “I forfeit…” She snapped, eyes blazing as she stared down at the apple covered demon. She was too inexperienced with the feelings of pleasure to handle ignoring them. She had tried, she had given it her all, but in the end she knew failure was where she was headed. So instead of dropping the single apple to her face by accident, she decided to do a shift in power and drop a dozen apples right onto her lovers head. Ceci had to admit it amused her, and it helped her clear her mind, almost as if she had released an attack and was ready to focus again. She lifted one of the apples from around Rakith, letting it float back to where she had been instructed to hold it before. "Oops..."
 
Truth be told, Ceci had exceeded his expectations in holding the apple afloat. He had not played fair using ever little trick in the book to make her body smolder until it was molten hot. Her arousal was palpable, the delicious scent of her sexual condition filled the air. She snapped him in frustration, and he just smiled. He cocked an eyebrow when she added more apples, wondering if this was a technique she thought would help her focus. It was certainly possible, she was a smart and driven young woman.
But then announced forfeit and his head became bombarded with apples.

Her little oops statement was totally in line with her personality as he saw it and he couldn't help but laugh. Reaching up, he plucked an apple from his horn where it had been impaled. Taking a bite from it, he grinned at her and offered it to her. "I think as the demon, I'm supposed to be trying to get you to eat the apple?" His free hand mussed her hair softly. "You exceeded my expecations, my little witch. You passed with flying colors. Had you been able to resist that last part, I would have truthfully been shocked beyond belief. I am actually very proud of you, Ceci."

Moving from where he was, he moved to her face and kissed her softly with her nectar still fully on his tongue and lips. "You have very much made your prince happy and proud of his little witch. I knew that it would be better to test you wish pleasure than pain."
 
Ceci watched him as he munched on the apple, relief flooding her when he fluffed her hair with his hand. She pouted, blowing some strands out of her face while he told her he was proud. She ignored the offered apple with a small shake of her head. When he finished speaking she grinned, her eyes bright as he started to shift closer. "Proud?" She repeated, "Truly?" Her eyes narrowed in on his lips as he leaned forward, a pleasant sigh escaping her seconds before their lips met. Her tongue slid out to glide across his lower tier, tasting her arousal still present. "Happy Prince..." She laughed quietly, lifting her arms to wrap around his neck. "I'm going to hit you with more apples...will you stay happy then?" She inquired cheekily, laughing and leaning forward for another kiss. Ceci didn't release him immediately, instead she chose to let their lips linger over each other.

When she pulled back she looked happy and content, her cheeks rosy and flushed. "Pain? What types of distractions would you have used for that method of training?" She asked, her brows furrowed and her lips turned into a small frown. "Then I would have pelted you with something harder than an apple...." She told him grouchily, releasing his neck so she could sit up on the bed. She was naked again. I swear I'm always the naked one..., she thought to herself. Choosing that she no longer wanted to be naked, she used the same technique as earlier, closing her eyes and trying to visualize something to wear. This time she chose something much less formal. She felt the soft fabric settle over her skin, and when she opened her eyes she grinned, "I could get the hang of this..."

Ceci shifted to her knees, grabbing one of the apples and tossing it up and down in her hand. "At least we didn't use pumpkins...Not sure you'd be laughing and proud then..." She teased him, pushing him back into the pillows so she could kneel in front of him and between his legs. "So I get it..." Ceci sighed, sitting back on her legs and regarding Rakith with a roll of her eyes, "I need to control my emotions and thoughts when I do my spells...All spells...But especially ones with as much power as the warding spells..." She lifted a hand to smooth her hair down, pinching the ends between her fingers. "It's hard...." She complained. "Maybe I should take up meditating..." Ceci mumbled bitterly.
 
Smirking at her pumpkins comment, Rakith let her push him to the pillows. She was right, it was hard, but it was meant to be. But he needed her to learn it. Her life could depend on it. So he told her gently, "Yes it is hard. Hard enough that I am the only Prince on the Demon Council to master it. Learn this level of serenity, and you will be truly dangerous to anyone who would harm you. Warding spells are the most complex of the combat spells. And will always be stronger than an attack of the same power level. For example, the ward on your house that I placed, none of my peers could shatter. An entire coven of witches would have difficulty. Inside your house, you are totally safe. I put that much power into the spell. But you saw the toll it took even with so many tattoos to absorb the stain and my mastery of inner peace. So you can't expect to get it 100% right on your first try. Even you, my little progeny, have limits."

He stroked her hair softly smiling the entire time. She likely had no idea at how well she had actually done in her first forays into more complex magics than she knew. Warding spells were not for the weak or easily distracted. "Ceci, while meditation would help, you did well so far. What I am teaching you isn't run of the mill magic that every witch knows.There are only a handful of witches that can do a decent warding of more than the third tier. Once you learn to control and focus your mind and make it totally devoid of anything else, with your power and the tattoo, you should easily be able to get to the fifth tier if not higher. You will be perhaps the most powerful witch in the world if you learn that control. Your strength in incredible, not only did you get the family gift with two generations worth, but you already had talents and enough power for an intricate summoning."
 
She liked the fact that her little cottage was safe, it truly put her at ease, and she was grateful to Rakith for the amount of power he put into the warding spell. It was another way he had shown her that she was important to him, even so early in their companionship. When his fingertips stroked over the soft strands of her hair, still somewhat damp from the rain earlier, she smiled. Ceci closed her eyes, letting his touch comfort her like no other could. Her expression of contentment morphed into one of joy when he mentioned her possible future. "You really think I can be that powerful?" She opened her eyes, focusing on him to gauge his seriousness. When she realized he wasn't just trying to boost her ego, she leaned forward to kiss him. "I will work my hardest for you, Rakith...." She pulled back, grinning playfully, "So that you may have the strongest little witch of all the demons..."

Ceci was laughing quietly, steadying herself by placing both hands against his chest. Fingers caressing the fabric of his shirt, she remembered how nice the quality of his clothes always seemed to be. "How long are you able to stay away from your other....duties...?" She inquired curiously, her gaze trailing from his face to where her hands were braced against his chest. Curling her fingers into the fabric she looked back up at him, "I know you can't remain with me in this cottage forever...You've said as much..." She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, then his cheek. "But I'm not ready to leave..." She added, making sure he knew her stance. He had said he wouldn't force her to leave, and she planned to hold him to that promise. "You said I'm safe inside...so if you had to leave..I would be okay. Right?"

While she liked the idea of keeping Rakith holed up in her cottage for weeks at a time, she knew it also wasn't realistic. For a Demon Prince of his power, he surely had other responsibilities that he couldn't put off for long.
 
Rakith smiled at her, he knew that he would need to leave soon. But one more night wasn't going to change anything. They could keep one another warm and then he would leave an imp behind not only to keep her company while he was gone, but to help her clean up the mess from her thunderstorm. "I do think you are that strong. You have a large advantage over most witches. You don't seek to wreck evil on a helpless world. You have a kind heart and pure intentions. That alone will make you more powerful than most. However, you must resist the temptation of that book should it reemerge. Otherwise, every thing we are building together risks destruction."

He loved how she clung to him and he desperately wanted to stay here with her forever, but knew that he couldn't especially now. There were things he needed to do for her. For her safety. But he worried about what could happen if he left. IF she left the protection of the house, she would be fair game. Licking his lips nervously, he spoke to her of this, "You are safe so long as you within the walls of your home. Should you go outside even to get food, you are no longer protected. I will leave an imp with you, you can send him to get whatever you need. And then a second imp to send messages between us so we do not feel the others absence so much. While I wish you could come with me, I know you are not ready, and I have given you my word. So I want your word from you, that you will remain inside your house until I reappear. Don't be fooled by somebody claiming to be me calling you outside. I will not ever do that, for I know the risks you face if you go through that door."

Stroking her cheek tenderly, he gazed into her eyes lovingly. Her kisses warm and so sweet. He could be happy for days on end in her arms just kissing one another. "I will leave in the morning, and hopefully be back in under a fortnight. I am afraid that as soon as I am in Hell, our adversary will try to lure you out. Stay here, I can't stress it enough." He kissed her back with the same softness and gentleness that she had used. His voice dropped from teacher to her lover's voice, "I can't stand the thought of losing my woman, my witch, my love."
 
You must resist the temptation of that book... She heard his warning and she nodded slowly. Ceci didn't want to think about the book, she had finally gotten the thought of it out of her mind. She didn't want to go back to it. "I'll do my best..." She assured him. He was going to leave imps with her? She stifled a laugh, rolling her eyes that he thought she needed the help around the cottage. "You're leaving me a baby sitter..." She teased him gently. "I promise you. I won't leave the cottage..I'll keep myself tucked away in here practicing on my focus...and eagerly awaiting your return.." He was going to leave her in the morning. This thought made her chest tighten, some anxiety, some sadness. Other than the imps, she would be alone again. She didn't imagine imps made very interesting companions. And no companion would ever be as interesting as Rakith, or as appealing. She smiled. He would be the only one for her now that he'd stolen her mind, body, and soul. Even her heart was his alone.

"You won't lose me..." She promised him, using slow movements to unbutton his shirt. It was time for them to rest, and he was entirely too overdressed. Her hands smoothed up his chest and then over his shoulders, ridding him of the burden of fabric. "Now hold me..." She turned, pressing her back to his chest and urging him to settle into the comfort that the bed provided them. She waited for Rakith to get himself comfortable, ridding himself of other articles of clothing, and once settled she hummed with approval. The warmth of his body easily warmed her, more than any of their blankets could. Ceci urged him to kiss her a few times before sleep took them.

Ceci's dreams were pleasant and filled with flashes of Rakith. Emotions flooded her slumbering mind, all tuned with affection and desire. In her sleep she turned, one arm cast over Rakith's chest, and her legs tangled with his own. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning. just after midnight, that Ceci's dreams shifted. It was brief, but the book became her focus, drawing her subconscious in with fear. She woke with a start, her eyes snapping open and her hand shaking where it rested against Rakith's chest. It was just a silly dream. His concern over the situation was making her worry a little, but she assured herself that if she did as he said, she'd be fine. Pushing her anxiety away, she quickly fell back asleep, using Rakith's closeness to comfort her.

When she awoke several hours later, she took note that Rakith was also stirring. It was still early, but the light was trickling in through her window. Ceci shifted, giving herself access to kiss her demon with a sweet brush of affection. "Good Morning..." She murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "I will miss you in your absence..." She told him sadly, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.
 
Rakith quickly got ready for bed with her, and held her tightly. If this was to be their last night together for a while, he wanted to enjoy every second. He wanted her soft sweet scent to fill every pore of his body. As sleep took him, the last waking thought was of her, and making sure she was safe. While his dreams were troubled as well, he knew why. Despite his ward and warning she was still in danger. She was trusting and sweet, and their foes would use that to manipulate her. She was right in a way, the two imps were there to keep eyes on her and to provide protection. These two were not the ordinary run of the mill imps, but rather Quasits, the more intelligent and magically trained imps. Each was a skilled sorcerer in their own right. Minor demons they might be, but against a human witch, they would be formidable. And just to be safe he would leave a magical item with them, a cube which when magic was channeled into it would release a hell hound for protection. He refused to take any chances with Ceci's life.

When she woke him with the kiss, he smiled at her, "Good morning, Ceci. I so want to wake up like this every morning." His voice was soft and gentle, filled with his affection for her. As she nuzzled into his neck and told him that she would miss him, he knew how she felt. "If it helps, know that I miss you as well, and I haven't even left yet. You will be in mind always, in my heart." It was true after all, he had learned in these last two days, that yes, demons did in fact have hearts. And she had stolen his.

"I hope not to be gone long. I need to confer with your grandmother, and then the Duke of Hell. He needs to be made aware of this breach in protocol. I will not accept any situation that puts you at risk for some stupid power play. She was far to valuable a treasure. Kissing her cheek softly, he held her in his powerful arms. He would delay as long as he dared, to make sure she felt safe. Or was it simply that he didn't want to leave her side? His arms would feel so empty without her in them. His sleeping body cold with out her pressed tightly to him. So this was love, it was at both glorious an painful. If nothing else, you certainly knew you were alive. Licking his lips for they were suddenly dry. Lifting her beautiful face up and gazed deep within her eyes, he wanted her to see the truth in his next words, words he never in all of his existence expected to every say, "I love you, my little witch."
 
Rakith was going to speak to her grandmother, the thought made her curious. Would she one day get the chance to speak with her grandmother again? To both curse and thank her for the gift that was Rakith. While she was terribly upset she hadn't known about the bond before she accidentally summoned him, she was thankful that he was brought to her. Life had been horribly lonely and she never realized how much until she had someone else to keep her company. Without him beside her she feared she would feel the pain of loneliness again.

She let him coax her face up, smiling up at him as he stared down at her. She would always get lost in the depths that were his eyes, two portals of emotion that she was determined to forever savor. I love you, my little witch. Her heart jumped into her throat and she stared up at him speechless. There was no denying their bond. There was no use trying to hide their feelings. They had eternity with each other, and to see how quickly they had fallen into each other's arms and hearts- it was obvious. Their love would topple any foe that came their way. "I love you too..." She whispered, feeling the emotion behind his words and the intensity of her own. More so than ever she didn't want him to leave. But the sooner they had their problems solved, the easier things would be. He had to leave. For the safety of their deeply rooted devotion. "I will be waiting for you to return...And every moment you're gone I'll do as you've asked..." She assured him, pressing her hands to each side of his face. She cradled his head lovingly, her blue eyes full of warmth. "Do what you need to do and don't fret over me...you need to focus on what needs to be done..."

Ceci pressed a kiss to his lips, brushing his lower tier with her tongue to beckon him forth. She wanted to share in the intensity of their kiss, something to warm her soul while he was gone. She wanted to remember the way he made her mad with desire and hope for the future. Ceci pressed herself close to him in the moments that passed, unwilling to part from the demon that stole her heart. "To think a demon could love a witch..." She whispered playfully, pulling back to lock their gazes once more. "Grandmother will be happy..." She added, "Be sure to tell her..." Ceci stole another kiss from him, running her hands through his hair as she hummed her approval. "When you return I'll show off for you..I plan to practice my control while you're gone...And you can try to distract me all you want..." The young witch grinned, her eyes dancing with her own amusement.
 
Rakith smiled as his young love tried to be the strong one for them both. Neither wanted to part, both had grown so used to being together that the idea of being separated was too painful to consider. But she was right, he did need to get things resolved, before all out war erupted across Hell and Earth. Holding her still, he whispered down against her lips, "I don't want to leave, but as you say I must. I need to find a resolution to this before a full on war erupts. You better be good, my love. I will know if you cross my wards. And this is important if for some reason they find a way to reach you, I will know that as well.. and I will come with the full might of my army. I will always come for you, the woman that taught me to love."

The sense of unease in him was growing as if he knew something would happen. There was a massive chuck of ice running along his spine and he shivered in her arms. His hands clenched in her hair, the fear in him palpable. It was something new. Never had he known fear. Never had he ever faced a danger so real. "Ceci," he said softly, "I am afraid.. I've never been afraid. How do you humans deal with it?"
 
It was actually a comfort that Rakith would know if she crossed his wards. While usually she would be irritated at the precautions, she was more than happy for the extra step. If something did happen, she wanted him to be notified immediately. “An army?” She commented, laughing softly to lighten the heavy mood. “They will surely be too frightened of such reactions and be behaved while you're gone…” She felt the shiver than rolled through him and she frowned. “Rakith…” Ceci murmured.

His confession gave her a start. It didn't bode well that he was afraid. Ceci did her best to conceal her own fear, choosing to press a kiss to his cheek instead. “Fear can be crippling if you allow it to break down your barriers..” Her thumb brushed over his lips as she gazed into his concerned eyes. “You have something and someone you don't wish to lose. It is understandable that you feel fear. But you must ignore it. Sometimes it is choices and mistakes made in fear that cause the situation to unfold in terrible...terrible ways...Fear threatens to take away your clarity and logic…”

Ceci shook her head, “Do not be sacred, Rakith. You are strong and nothing will break through your precautions..." Another sweet kiss. "I don't want to see you suffer through the emotion if fear..." She pressed lips to his neck, teasing his flesh with her teeth. "Think of happy memories and of all the memories we will make upon your return..."

Lifting her head she caught his gaze once more, "Don't let yourself be distracted by concerns here...Focus on what needs to be done. I will be careful...Your ward will hold...Your imps will watch..." Ceci smiled. "Relax..."
 
Rakith smiled at her, his voice soft and sweet, "I hope so. And I am glad have my little witch comfort me. And you are right. For the first time in all these millennia I have something to lose." He kissed her tenderly, it pulled at him that he had to leave, but his heart wasn't in it. He just wanted to stay here and hold her and make the bad things go away. Of course, that wasn't an option and he knew it. And he had given her his word not to force her to leave her house before she was ready.

And while he knew everything she said about the ward and the guards he left for her. But as a demon, he knew full well that even the best protections had holes somewhere. A soft point to exploit. He had tried to plug every weak spot he could think of. Every avenue to get at her. But there was always a chance. That book was major threat, as it pulled to her. Given enough power behind it, it could manage to lure her out potentially. And once she was outside, his ward would be useless.

And while he had left two imps to protect her, and a hell-hound in a box. Imps were from time to time known to make errors in judgement. All in all, he wished he was as confident as she was in him. "As you said, I have something very important that I don't want to lose, so I will fret regardless. Would you rather I not care? Be that mean ol' demon I was when I came here?"

"Make me proud, my little witch," he whispered against her lips. "I know that you don't want to go, and that I won't push you, but you know how much I wish you were coming with me."
 
"I like you better when you care...." She told him with a soft smile, "And I know you want me to join you. I'm sorry I can't..." She frowned, looking away for a moment. Ceci felt bad, she truly did. If she could just get over her insecurities, she would go with him. But a lot had changed in two days and she wasn't ready to leave the one constant in her life. Pressing one final kiss to his lips, Ceci slipped from his arms and off of the bed. She was still wearing the white lace up dress from the evening before, the fabric was soft and still warm from the press of Rakith's body to hers. She would miss that and she knew her evenings would be bitterly cold with his absence. "Thank you for not pushing me..." She stood beside the bed, raising her gaze to meet his again, "You don't understand how much it means to me that you give me a choice..."

Ceci turned, smiling over her shoulder, "Now...stay put..." She told him softly. After assuring that he wasn't going to follow, she rushed off to her kitchen, making a little clatter and noise as she collected and prepared what she wanted. He couldn't linger the day away, but she wanted to offer him something before he left. By the time she had arrived back in her bedroom, she had a tray with apple slices, the remainder of her biscuits, and a couple cuts of cheese. "It isn't anything like what you prepared for me..." Ceci looked embarrassed as she set the tray on the bed and climbed up beside him. She plucked a slice of cheese from the tray, a sharp piece of cheddar, and lifted it to his lips, "But I'm in need of an imp to run to the market..." She murmured. Ceci pushed the cheese past his lips, urging him to bite and chew, while she picked up an apple slice to feed him next. She always found the sharp bite of cheddar mixed with the tart sweetness of an apple to be a lovely pairing. "Be safe..." She whispered, her blue eyes welling up with emotion. "When you leave...you never know what dangers will follow you..."

She understood that she was the weaker of the two of them, and that she was more vulnerable than he was. But that didn't stop her from fearing for his safety as well. Even more so since she knew he would be thinking about her safety and possibly forget to worry about himself. "Take care of yourself while you're away..." She pressed, "Or else you'll feel my wrath upon your return..."
 
He nodded in response to her thanks. How could he not? That would make him every bit the demon he had been when he first arrived. Not only that, but it would betray her trust, the first person in history to truly trust him. He found it, pleasant knowing that she did. "It feels good to be trusted by somebody, and I would never betray that trust you have give me, my little witch," he teased. When she left him for the kitchen he wondered what she was up to. Then she returned with the tray and he smiled. "It's not the size of the feat or the fanciness of it, its the warmth and the feeling that makes eating with your lover special. This is something I only learned for myself today, though I'd heard it said many times over the years. But until I learned to love, there was no way I could understand the sentiment." Munching the mixture of tastes and textures he smiled at her, "And right now, this to me feels like a king's banquet."

He understood her concern, and appreciated it. Though he was far more worried about leaving her with such scant protection. Stroking her hair softly, he smiled. His voice was soft and gentle as it always seemed to be of late, "We can only hope our troubles follow me. After all I am going to the seat of my power. And I am not the one they are after. Not directly at least. But the same holds true of my safety as does yours, I have something to lose now, and I won't take chances that endanger you, after all, you owe me a child.." he teased her softly.

His fingers trembled slightly as he stroked her hair. The hour where he had to leave was fast approaching, and despite all his planning for her protection, he felt he was missing something. There was one more thing he could do, at least. "Keep the summoning area you used to bring me here as it was that day, candles and things. Leave at least one lit, so that my arrival here , should you need me, is speedier."
 
She grinned at his King comment, “Well...you are my King...so…” She left the comment unfinished, believing it unnecessary to explain further. Ceci continued to place small pieces of food to his lips, brushing her fingertips over the curve of his mouth. She decided she enjoyed feeding him, there was something sensually romantic about it. A pause in her movements occurred when he stroked her hair and she leaned into his touch. You owe me a child. Ceci rolled her eyes, shooting him a slightly embarrassed glare. “Shush you…”

Feeling his trembling fingers, she lifted a hand to pull them from where they affectionately stroked her hair. Ceci pressed her lips to each finger tenderly, a loving attempt to chase away his trepidation. He was explaining further precautions while she caressed his fingertips with her lips, “I will…” She promised him. Ceci looked up, pressing his hand to her cheek as she smiled. “Nothing will take me away from you, nor you away from me. You'll see, Rakith. We'll overcome any obstacle, regardless of who or what it is…”

A slender hand collected a bite of biscuit and cheese, bringing it to his lips. “Open up…” she mused, pushing the bite past his lips. “Mm…” Ceci ignored her own unease, knowing she would have time to be concerned later when she was alone. Rakith didn't need to know the depths of her anxiety. It would only serve to worry him more. She continued to feed him bite after bite, occasionally stealing one for herself and pressing a kiss to his lips. When the tray was empty, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. “Now go…” She urged him, “Before your departure becomes harder and more painful for the both of us…” She was going to cry, she knew she would. But she was determined to hold it together until he had left. Once alone she could release the tidal wave of emotion that she was holding back. "Just hurry back..." She added. Ceci knew she needed one more breathtaking and heart stopping kiss before he left her. Knowing her desire would be felt, she melted against him, pressing their lips together with the heat of her passion fueling her.
 
The demon didn't need his emotional sense to know his woman wasn't nearly as confident as she tried to show him, and for a long moment, he considered calling her on it. But to what purpose really? She knew it, he knew it. Did he really have to push it on her that he knew it and only make it worse? Their parting was hard enough, each of them worried about what lay ahead. To let her know he knew that she wasn't as ready as she claimed to be, would only weaken her ability to resist anything thrown her way, and then if she fell, who's fault would it truly be? His.

He enjoyed being fed by her, it was intimate and erotic and made his insides melt. Perhaps when he came back, she would finally be willing to travel with him. He didn't want to every need to say good bye to her. This whole parting with the woman who was your everything experience was almost cruel enough to have been thought up the council. It tore at his insides, twisting like a knife in his stomach.

Rakith was about to answer her urging to hurry back when her lips pressed against his in a deep passionate kiss, the sort he usually gave her. The girl did learn fast. Every inch of him trembled from the heat of the kiss, his resolve to leave wavered. Couldn't he just push her down on the bed and feel her passion one more time. Would it hurt so much? The answer was yes, sadly. For he knew if they did make love again, he wouldn't be leaving until night fall and possibly not till the following morning, and they would be right back where they were now. As the kiss ended he gazed into her piercing blue eyes and his body shook noticeably. "I will be back as fast as demonly possible, my love," he promised her. Kissing her once more, he stood up and moved to step back, the reluctance clear in his eyes. His dark eyes holding hers, he said simply, "I love you, Ceci, remember that always, let it keep you warm while I am gone."
 
He promised to hurry back to her, but she knew realistically he could only hasten his progress so much. There were other elements at play and he would have to wait upon them at points, which would delay their reunion. "I will remember..." She told him softly, her arms and legs wouldn't move, not as she laid on the bed where his body had previously been. Ceci tried to absorb the warmth that he left behind, wrapping it around herself to warm her soul. Emotional blue eyes lifted to watch him as he stepped back, preparing to leave her. "And remember my love for you...and my trust in you..." She told him earnestly. "I will be waiting...Goodbye, my Rakith.." Her words were a soft whisper, as she curled into his side of the bed, keeping her gaze locked with his. When the time came that he disappeared from her sight, she felt a cold chill fill the room. She was alone again. And it hurt.

She pulled a blanket over her, keeping herself pressed into the pillow that he'd rested upon through the evening. A choked sob escaped her and she cursed, burying her face into the pillow to silence her whines. It wasn't supposed to be so painful. Being alone had been all she knew for so long. How was it that two nights in the arms of a demon had changed her so much? "Damn it..." She groaned, her words lightly muffled by the pillow. When Ceci raised her head her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were red. It was her own stupid fault. It was she that didn't want to go with him. If he'd had his way she never would have been left alone. But her stubbornness and her foolish insecurities kept her rooted in place. One part of her tried to reason that it was her home, it was where she felt safe. But the other part of her said that was a lie. That Rakith was her home. And it was with him that she felt safe.

But was she really alone? Not technically. She did have two imps running around the cottage helping her. Her head turned to the side, hearing them as they worked in her kitchen and likely continued to clean up the mess she had made last night with her storm cloud screw up. Ceci didn't want to get up. She shouldn't leave the cleaning to them, but she couldn't wrestle the energy to climb out of her bed, not while it still smelled of Rakith. Once more she buried her face into her pillow, inhaling the spicy and exotic scent that was her Demon Prince. "Please be safe.." She whispered to no one. Wrapped up in his scent and warmth, Ceci dozed in the early morning light.
 
As she vanished from his sight and his home in Hell reappeared, a single tear streamed from his eyes across his cheek. Rather than wipe it away, he let it linger as a reminder of whom he was protecting of how important his time back home was going to be. He knew they were racing the clock. With him not there to protect her in person, it was only a matter of time before the enemy found the strength to get past his wards or worse yet, around them sooner than he would be ready.

One of his generals appeared, and if he noticed the tear, he paid it no mind. A good general never questioned his Prince lest he get gutted and turned into imp chow. Rakith had a reputation for a foul temper with underlings that questioned him. It was how one maintained order in the ranks when one was a Demon. Turning to the General, he issued his commands. Scribbling Ceci's grandmother's name on a slip of paper, he gave the paper to the subordinate, "First, have this witch's soul brought to me, I wish to commune with my old concubine. Secondly, ready the army to be deployed at a moment's notice. We face war. Against one of our own. Ozramis has broken the covenant of the council, and we must be ready to defend our own. My current witch is to be watched over, and should anything happen that should not, I am to be notified immediately. However, your army had best be there waiting for me when I arrive, with scouts out tracking those that would seek to harm her or us. We give no quarter, ask for none. This is battle is for our very survival, and the sanctity of the Council. Am I clear?"

The General's eyes went wide in shock, but he nodded quickly, "It shall be as you command, my Prince. Have you notified the Duke yet sir, or do you need me to make an appointment for you to do so, sire?"

Rakith looked at him and nodded, "That would do wonderfully, thank you. You have served me faithfully for ten thousand years, your loyalty is rewarded as we march to battle. Win this war for me, and I will place your name before the council to replace the heretic." IT was clear the idea appealed to the departing demon carrying out his orders.
 
Agatha was amused the moment her soul was pulled forth, glancing at the demon general who was clutching a piece of paper with her name on it. She was led away, told that Lord Rakith wished to speak with her. She stifled a cackle of laughter, her eyes filled to the brim with her amusement. There could only be a few select reasons that he would summon her for a chat. Her lips were still curved when she entered the room that held his tense figure. She floated in, silent as she approached him. Agatha was trying to gauge his mood, but it was more difficult as she was now. She'd hadn't been crippled and old when she died, but there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and her features had aged from a satisfying life. The family resemblance was obvious. If she stood beside Ceci, they would immediately be taken for family. No amount of time would change that. Had she not been a witch, she likely would have lived for many many more years without feeling the pain of old age. Her only regret was not being able to see her sweet Cecilia grown into the power that awaited her.

After a moment of silence she spoke up, glancing over her shoulder to makes sure the General had left. "There are only two reasons you could possibly have for bringing me here..." She started, trying to keep an even tone. "One would be to thank me for my most wondrous foresight....in providing you with a suitable bond..." Aggie paused to let her success sink in, but then continued to the less amusing thought, "Or something is terribly wrong.." Her wispy blue arms crossed, but she maintained a smile, "Though I am appreciative of this darling meeting...I do miss our long chats..." The spirit settled herself to float a few feet away from the Demon Prince, her gaze never leaving him. She wanted to see every emotion in order to determine what exactly little Ceci had brought out of him. She was hoping to see a number of things, but she decided he needed to be given time to speak and explain himself.

How long had it been since Ceci had summoned him? What had her granddaughter's first reactions been? Agatha was very interested in the details, but the fact remained that something was up and Rakith needed to explain what.

Meanwhile, Ceci slept terribly through the morning, waking with a knot in her neck and a scowl on her face. "I'm already miserable..." She grumbled irritably, pulling herself out of bed and towards the kitchen. The imps had successfully cleaned her entire cottage, making it spotless, accept for the summoning circle that Rakith had requested remain as it was. One candle was lit, and upon seeing it, Ceci stifled a soft cry. She would not be sad! He would be back in no time. Determined not to think about negative thoughts, she settled herself beside the big fireplace and started to practice her focusing skills.
 
Rakith watched as Agatha floated in, he could see the gloating already in her eyes, but he let her have her fun. This wasn't to complain about her gift, nor truly to discuss the romance that had erupted in barely two days time. No, he was here to find out what she knew about who Ozramis' human allies might be. Her granddaughter was in grave danger, and he would need her help to protect the young woman. "Well it has been far too long since we last spoke. It might amuse you to know that I too miss our old conversations. You are to this day the cleverest and most demon-like human I've ever met. And that is meant as a compliment, of course," he told her his lips curling into a smile. The love and concern he felt for her grandchild was evident in his eyes and his face. What was the point in hiding it from her? She had served him faithfully in life, and if she had trapped him like a fly in her web, what was the harm in letting her know that he didn't mind one bit.

"As to the reason for our chat today, as much as I wish it were to catch up old times, it is as you surmise about Ceci. And yes, I do thank you for her and the bond you forged between her and I, learning to love has been a joyous experience. Though the pain of leaving one another is something I wished I could have avoided learning. There is great peril now, and we need to discuss that. You can gloat about catching me in your web later. Right now, we must work together again to save your grand daughter. Ozramis, who you may remember, one of the Council of the Six, has declared war on her, and through her me. It is a breach of the Compact of the Six, which in turn could destroy everything that we have built, your line and I," he said gravely in the voice one would expect from a Prince. It was forceful, strong and confident, though she knew him well enough from her time as his witch to know he wasn't as confident as all that. With love had come the ability to fear, and that he feared for Ceci's safety would be plain as day.

"In your world, who would be Ozramis' pawn? And do you know anything of a book of fel power?" He drew the image that he had seen in Ceci's mind as a perfect replica, down to the last detail. "Shortly after yours and her parents deaths, a young woman brought this to her, claiming to be friendly, using her naivety against her. And while she had the strength to bury it, somebody unburied it again. She can feel it calling to her even now. And as torn emotionally as she is right now, she is vulnerable. I'd been with her the better part of three days since she summoned me. And we fell for one another almost instantly. The problem is, the pain of my having to leave tears at her, I can feel it even here. And while I left her the best things I can muster on the ground I fear even the ward I placed on the house, with two imps and a hell-hound will be enough to protect her for long. So I need to find who we're fighting fast so I can eliminate the threat. My next appointment is with the Duke himself. But I felt your observations and insights, and your personal investment in the outcome, you would be invaluable."
 
Agatha was indeed complimented by his words, finding that she liked the idea of being the most demon-like human he'd ever met. She held back her laugh of delight, choosing to instead smile silently. He moved on quickly, not dwelling with pleasantries, which concerned her, making her smile falter. Slowly the realization of what was occurring made her face turn from cheery and amused to concerned and serious. Cecilia was in danger? Her desire to protect her granddaughter had always been her strongest, and she would do anything, even in death, to assure her safety. She nodded in regards to remembering Ozramis, her eyes narrowing at the idea that he was possibly targeting her Ceci.

She thought back to her life when she still walked the earth. There had been a few covens of witches in different small villages around their forest. But there had been only one that she could think of as a threat. "There was one coven of witches..." She murmured thoughtfully, "They summoned and found a way to drain a demon once you know..." She shook her finger in his direction, "Vuth- something or other...was the demon...Not incredibly powerful I don't believe...But strong enough." She shrugged, "Against a coven of their size however..." Agatha sighed, "The Coven in the Elder Grove.." A finger rose, tapping against her cheek, "They were a good three or four days outside of our forest...But they've always been power hungry fools...This young woman that visited Cecilia...Was likely traveling from them..." Her gaze fell on the book he produced the image of, her eyes angry, "It would not surprise me if they knew of our agreement...or if they even contacted Ozramis themselves...." Dread started to fill her and she crossed her arms, "They have numbers...which is what grants them so much power. And with their numbers...a lot of pawns for which Ozramis can wield for his own amusement...."

Agatha didn't like the idea of Ceci being so vulnerable, it left a bad taste in her mouth. The older witch huffed, shaking her head. "You did what was necessary. Knowing my granddaughter, she would have kicked and screamed the entire way here if you had made her leave. It would have broken some of her trust in you...She's very attached to that house..." Pursing her lips she sat in thought, "Rakith...." Agatha looked deeply concerned, "When last I checked, the Elder Grove was brimming with witches. Very dark at heart, merciless and cruel. Their men and women both had a thirst for blood and pain...Truly horrible people. Many of them are stupid...but among them are some very intelligent and deceiving individuals. While most of their coven are mere foot soldiers and sources of power...There are likely a handful of actual threats. The game makers...the leaders..."

She regarded Rakith for a moment, thrilled to see the love and devotion already clear in his eyes. If anyone could protect her granddaughter, it was him. It was what she knew all along. "I don't have to tell you that the book is dangerous. But I must urge you to do what you must here as quickly as possible. I wouldn't put it past them to have put up a trap that told them of your departure...With each moment that passes here...you're running out of time..." Agatha cursed softly, "Whether or not they use her as bait to pull you into a trap...I do not know. I don't understand their motives. They most likely want the power she now holds, but they also likely know it branches from you. Ozramis could have promised them the power if they aided in trapping you for him. Did you tick the Demon off?" She chastised. "Or is he power hungry and stupid?" Agatha shook her head.
 
If Rakith was afraid before, he was now utterly terrified. Agatha's talk of the coven highlighted just how much danger Ceci really was in. It had been bad enough to know that Ozramis was involved, but to learn that his tool on the mortal world was as powerful as it was made his blood run ice cold. That hard chunk of ice in his stomach grew three times larger to point of pain. Indeed, her question about what caused this feud was poignant. Rakith really didn't know. Ozramis preferred numbers over quality. Mercenaries over forces loyal beyond death, as Agatha was. And that gave him an idea. How do you fight a coven with numbers but few powerful witches and warlocks? With a coven of your own. He had his own coven here in hell. All the witches he could ever need. And nearly everyone of them would be loyal to Ceci: the were her blood. All the woman who over the centuries had been with Rakith leading to the creation of Ceci.

“Ozramis is brash and arrogant, but unlike me, he has never managed to clear his mind completely of emotions to create the most powerful spells. He likely seeks power, to make a power play for a step closer to the Duke of Hell. If he has a powerful coven, then so shall we...And unlike his... he can't kill mine.. Since all of you are dead already,” Rakith told her. Placing his hand on Agatha's specter, he focused on power. With a blinding flash of red golden light, Agatha was once more flesh and blood. She once more was a witch. Perhaps not as power as before since her granddaughter had the true power in the family now.

“Any of your line that you don't believe would be loyal to Ceci? To our pact?” He asked her as conjured up things she would need to return to the world. Touching her forehead now that she was corporeal again, he renewed the bond that they had held in her lifetime. “While I take care of the things I must here, I will send you to Ceci to protect her. Should you need me sooner rather than later, your thoughts will travel to me through the bond, and I will get them in real time,” he told her, “Now, let's save your granddaughter, and my little witch, who I thank you for.”
 
Agatha watched Rakith with wise eyes, her lips curved into a small grin as he explained his plan. It was a very good plan, but she didn't expect any less from him. "Very good.." She mused, "You certainly haven't lost your touch in the years...." She said approvingly, nodding slowly. She watched his hand approach, but she remained silent, curious to what he was planning to do. When she felt the bolt of power rush through her, and then her spirit become solid, she stared with wide eyes. She felt some of her own magic return, that which made her a true witch. "Well..." Agatha laughed, "I'll be...." She lifted a solid hand and turned it over, examining it. "No...My line should be clean and loyal. They wouldn't hesitate to be loyal to Ceci...She is all that is left of them." She insisted. After a moment she made a face, "Actually..." Agatha sighed, "Leave my daughter out of your plans. Though she loved Cecilia. Jealousy is a dangerous trait. I would not want to risk Ceci's safety if it decided to rear it's head.." Agatha was prepared to do whatever it took to assure Ceci's well-being. She nodded in agreement with regard to Rakith's directions, "Very well. I will watch over her while you are gone. You'll know if anything goes amiss..."

Meanwhile, Ceci was sitting in her living room, curled up on the couch while the imps did whatever it was they did. She missed Rakith terribly, the hole in her heart only growing with each passing moment. It irritated her that she felt so attached to him. She felt like it made her pitiful. But she knew it did in fact make her stronger. Their tie to one another was not one that could be easily broken- if it could be broken at all. As she lost herself to her thoughts and memories of Rakith's brief time with her, she heard her stomach growl. "Oh..." She mumbled. One of the imps looked up, his gaze zeroing in on her, "Do you think you could make that run into town now?" She asked softly. The imp nodded, jumping up to do as she asked. "Thank you!" She called after him, laughing at how eager he was to complete his errand. Her mind wandered back to Rakith and she wondered just how much longer he was going to be gone. She wanted an update.

With a small pout she turned her attention to the other imp. The one that was specifically for if she needed Rakith. "Hey..." She called, grabbing his attention. "Can you go see Rakith for me?" She asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. The imp seemed to hesitate, unsure of what she was getting at. "Things have been quiet here...and I really want to get an update. Could you go find out how much longer he's going to be?" She asked, "Let him know things are fine here...That he shouldn't worry?" She added. The imp hesitated, staring at Cecilia in silence before he slowly nodded his head. "Great!" She said joyously. "When your friend returns...I'm going to prepare a big meal as thanks to you both...okay? You get the night off..." She offered the imp as he prepared to return to his master. The imp offered her a slightly creepy smile and then poofed away, leaving Ceci alone for the first time.

For a few hours she remained relaxed on the couch, smiling to herself as she recalled her favorite activities she'd experienced with Rakith so far in their blossoming relationship. She had forever to explore him, for him to explore her. And as much as the thought originally terrified her, she was excited the more she thought about it.

A loud sound made her jump, her eyes wide as she sat up on the couch, her gaze focused on the front door. Was one of the imps back? She stood from the couch, gathering her skirt around her and peering out of the small window to the side of the door. Nothing seemed unusual. There was a small dusting of snow outside, but she didn't see-

The imp. Ceci gasped. The imp she had sent to the market had returned, but he was hurt, laying among scattered produce and bread in the clearing in front of her cottage. "What happened?!" She gasped aloud, pulling her red cloak on over her shoulders and pulling the door open without a second thought. What had attacked him? Or was he simply sick? Her immediate concern for his well-being made her forget about her own safety and Rakith's instructions. She stepped over the threshold of the cottage, fleeing down the steps and across the short distance to where she saw the imp. As she got closer to him, the image she was viewing started to flicker away. "W-What....?" She murmured, confusion overwhelming her. One by one, the vegetables and rolls disappeared, and as she stood above the imp, he too disappeared. It was an illusion. A trap. "Oh no..." She whispered in horror, turning to look back towards the cottage.

Many things happened at once. She saw a woman appear at the front of the cottage, her face filled with excitement and joy as they rested on Ceci's face. Grandmother, Ceci realized. She was both confused and ecstatic. Until she saw her grandmother's face shift into horror and fear. It was then that Ceci felt the press of bodies behind her, a strong hand coming down forcefully on her shoulder, yanking her back as a bag was pulled over her face. She struggled instinctively, but it was a poor choice to make, as her captor decided to elbow her in the side of the face, effectively knocking her out.

Agatha had been thrilled to see her granddaughter again. When she bid farewell to Rakith, she was sent directly to the small cottage she so fondly remembered. She hadn't been expecting to immediately rest her eyes on the bright blue eyes of her darling Cecilia. But there she was, standing in the clearing. Standing in the clearing. Rakith had told her not to leave the cottage. She wasn't protected if she left. Her worst nightmares came true when a dozen members of the enemy coven materialized around Ceci's form. Agatha knew it was hopeless. She had only a fraction of the magic she previously wielded, and Ceci had not been trained enough to protect herself against such numbers. Only Rakith could have attempted to save Ceci in the moment. "Cecilia!!" Agatha cried, stepping forward as she watched a bag slip over her granddaughter's face and her body soon crumple.

Then she was fighting, dodging attacks and sending out her own as several coven members made off with Ceci. They apparently cloaked themselves at first, keeping themselves hidden from sight while Ceci fell into their trap, and they were forced to distract Agatha with their attacks while they chanted a spell to take them back to their Grove. To the center of their dark arts and where they must worship Ozramis. A rather powerful burst of icy magic hit Agatha, sending her to her knees as she fought a wave of nausea and pain. It was all the time they needed to get away and she cursed silently. Rakith, dear. We have a problem. A very big problem... She thought, sending her thoughts to him.
 
Upon returning to their stronghold, the members of coven took their prize to the lowest level. There they removed her clothing and placed her in manacles. When she would awake, she would find herself in a dank dungeon, hanging painfully from manacles hung on the wall The room was large and had torture devices wherever the eye fell. The room was dark, lit only by dark red candles. A large pentagram was in the center of the room, drawn in what looked like human blood. Candles at each corner. It was the highest power level of pentagram. It could be used to summon... or contain.

How long she was out, it was impossible to tell. A tall hooded figure of a man stood before her gazing openly at her nakedness. “So,” his voice was a raspy hiss, “this is the witch that to be the most powerful in the world. Laid low by a minuscule illusion. How your Demon Prince must feel, betrayed by the woman he chose to give his heart to. Who he even raised your grandmother from the grave to protect you... To no avail as you were already fallen by then. He was mocking her, chiding her for her foolishness.

“Look around you, Cecelia, Feel any magic?” he laughed hard in her face. “No, you can't, here in this dungeon you are as helpless as a new born kitten. And my lord and master encourages me to defile you, and so I shall. When your Prince finds you, he won't recognize the slut that used to be his love.” The man's laughter was as evil as it was maniacal.” He produced a whip from under his robe, and cracked it in the air. The sound was sharp and loud. The next time it cracked was against her skin, as the lash struck directly below a breast against her rib cage. “Now, here is how this will work. I will whip you until you beg me to make you a slut. Depending on how long it takes, at predetermined intervals, I will be adding more men to the equation. And when you are finally broken, I will fuck you in my Master's pentagram.”
 
What eventually woke Ceci was the chill. She felt cold, her body shaking with an uncomfortable shiver. She was used to the warmth of Rakith's body beside her, but instead all she felt was cold air and painful metal around her wrists. Her eyes fluttered open finally when she sound of a voice rang out through the dungeon. A man. His voice filling her with a sudden realization and terror. She'd been caught. She'd been stupid enough to walk out of the cottage and right into the enemies trap. She felt foolish and unworthy of the love and support Rakith had already shown her. She wasn't even smart enough to see through the cheap tricks laid by their enemies.

Her blue eyes lifted to stare at the hooded figure, her cheeks red with embarrassment and shame. He was correct, she couldn't feel any magic, so Rakith's trick she'd learned to create her own clothing was worthless to her. She would remain exposed to her captor for as long as he or they so desired. Defile. Ceci's eyes grew wide as she listened to his plans, her pulse jumping and her stomach heaving. Rakith...I'm so sorry... She thought helplessly, her face falling at the realization of what was to come. She was terrified, finding herself speechless for once. The crack of his whip brought her attention back up, her breath catching in her throat. She gasped sharply, trying to hold back a cry as the whip cracked again- this time against her skin. She wasn't familiar with such pain.

One thing was for certain, she didn't intend to beg the man for anything. She'd take whatever he could give her in pain, but she didn't intend to beg him to make her a slut. With a steely determination, she glared at him. "What does your Master want?" She demanded, "What is this about?" Cecilia tried to maintain a brave front, but it was clear in the way her voice wavered that she was scared. She regretted not going with Rakith when he left. If she'd just left with him she would be safely encased in his arms, possibly making love who knew where. But she would have been safe. Did Rakith know she was gone? Of course. He had said he'd know the second she stepped over the threshold of the cottage. He would have known she was outside of the cottage. Even if he didn't, her grandmother would have told him certainly. Unless they hurt her after I blacked out... She thought in sudden panic. Ceci quickly reassured herself that her grandmother was already dead. They couldn't kill her again. She wasn't alive. Right?

"Whatever your plans are...They will fail. You will fail...." Ceci pressed, her gaze fierce. Rakith would want her to be strong. He would want to see her be brave, not fearful and cowardly.
 
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