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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

She jumped when he turned her to face him, her eyes distrustful as he explained who he really was. He'd betrayed her mother. The mother that had betrayed her. She tensed, not wanting to think about what her mother's jealousy had started. Ceci would never view the woman the same way again.

She forced herself to listen to Alaric, her eyes still narrowed as she let him explain the finer details of their predicament. She needed to love her new life as a slut. When he told her the fate of her free will she pressed her face into her hands, holding back the sobs she so desperately wanted to cry. Alaric tried to reassure her that he would be the one to be with her at night, to protect her from the other men while she rested. It would only be in sexual requests that she would lose her free will, and otherwise she would simply remain Ceci. There was hope for her once Rakith came to get her. Alaric assured her that, with his help, they could undo a lot of her mental changes. But not until Rakith returned to her. There was hope, but it was only a small hope for the future. For now she was going to fall, and she was going to fall hard.

Ceci groaned into her hands, feeling the weight of everything settle over her shoulders. She was sitting there with a depression sinking in when Alaric grabbed her, pulling her to the edge of the tub so he could firmly kiss her lips. Her first reaction was to resist, but his fingers in her hair were surprisingly comforting and she found herself frozen, his lips moving along hers and tempting her to respond. They were magically bound to each other, it wasn't something she couldn't deny or avoid. Ceci's lips parted, the strange need for his specific touch fueling her movements. As she had craved Rakith's touch and comfort, she now found herself leaning towards Alaric for the same, though not yet to the same degree. After a moment she turned her head to the side, her cheeks flushed as she tried to push through her muddled thoughts.

"Alaric..." She murmured, "You're the real winner in all of this..." She breathed. "You're going to get a stronger master....and a willing slut..." Her tone was low as she spoke, their lips hovering close. "You can say you're sorry all you want..." She grumbled, "But you're not the one losing her dignity...your ability to say no." Ceci's gaze was fierce, but even as she glared at him, she leaned into his lips to kiss him again. Before she pulled away she bit down on his lip, tugging on his lower tier before she parted from him again, "Let's hope Rakith gets here sooner rather than later..." She breathed. "I want to go to bed..." She mumbled, hoping he'd let her rest and come to terms with the days events.
 
Alaric once again saw her frustration, but at the same time, she was remarkably gentle towards him, whether it was the magic or her, he didn't know. He hoped it was still her in charge at least for the night. Standing up even as her kiss lingered on his lips, he brought a large full length bath towel out, and helped her up so that she could step into it. Slowly, gently, he dried her off before wrapping the towel around her nakedness. Leading her to the bed, he told her, “I will be back shortly, I need to deal with the others before I can sleep comfortably tonight.” Giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, he turned the bed down for her before moving to the door to where the other two were no doubt raging now.

Once outside of the room he faced his former compatriots. “I know what you are going to say, Gunther so stuff it up your pompous ass. You were never the most clever here, only the one with the most magic, and surprise, you weren't clever enough to keep it. Don't worry, Ozramis will get the vengeance he desires, the ritual is done and she is now bound to me, as she put it, my willing slut,” he said coldly. All pretense of his stupidity gone now, he continued, “You see, you never saw the big picture. She isn't something to be toyed with and destroyed. For when Rakith comes, and you know he will. We must offer him something to save ourselves. But giving him back his woman was never going to be enough. She was never ours to give him. Rather, I plan to pledge myself to him, and work to undo as much of the damage to her as I can. I no longer need you, so don't anger me, or you may not live until he arrives. Play ball, do as you are told, and I will see what I can do for you. But understand this...” His demeanor and voice grew deadly, his eyes narrowed into a predator protecting his prize, “If either of you so much as touches her without me present, I will end you. Do I make myself clear?”

Gunther's mouth opened and closed several times, his face ashen in shock. Fridric was less so of course, as he was every bit as stupid as he appeared. Growly in a deep deadly voice, he told them, “Now go... when I have need of you, I will summon you.. Remember. The rules have changed. From now on, I am the only one who cums inside her. IF she is to have a child, it shall be from me, not one of you two weak bastards. You've already hurt her. Not again.” He wondered if Ceci had heard the exchange, he certainly hadn't made any effort to be quiet. Rather, he actually hoped she would. That she would hear him away from her, repeating the same things he had told her. And that she would hear what lengths he was willing to go through to protect her.

Turning on his heel, he walked back into the dungeon, and magically locked the door behind him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the décor, and the dungeon faded to be replaced by an elegant bedroom befitting the bed that lay in it. Flowers lined the walls, taking the mustiness from the air and replacing it with the scent of fragrant flowers. Once done, he undressed and crawled into the bed next to her, putting his arm around her, he pulled her to him. “You're safe tonight. I won't let them touch you without me around,” he told her softly.
 
Ceci accepted his help as she got wrapped in the towel, allowing him to lead her to the bed from earlier. She stood in front of it for a moment, unsure she was willing to lay on the same covers she'd been fucked on earlier. But her exhaustion was stronger than her disgust and she ended up climbing onto the bed with a deep frown. Alaric told her he'd be back and she nodded, not commenting on the kiss he pressed to her forehead. He turned the bed down, allowing her to slip beneath the sheets to where the bed was still untouched. She couldn't sleep even as she laid there, waiting for her dreams to take her. Instead she found herself listening to a loud exchange in a room not far away. It was Alaric, and she could only assume he was yelling at the other two men from earlier. She could make out small pieces of what he was saying, but what she did hear was reassuring. She was still unhappy about the turn of events, but she had to admit it could be worse. It was at least a relief to hear that Gunther wouldn't be allowed to touch her in private. She shivered just remembering the man.

She jumped in surprise when Alaric entered the dungeon again, her gaze focusing on him as he stood in the doorway. A surprised yip fell from her lips as the room changed, the cold dungeon slipping away to be replaced by a more elegant decor- an actual bedroom. The bed matched the rest of the room. It was a much more comforting setting to rest in and she felt some tension melt from her shoulders as she shifted on the bed. Her blue eyes followed him as he approached the bed, shyly averting her gaze as he undressed. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked, but to look at him outside of their previous activities was still something she wasn't ready for. Alaric climbed into the bed and she found herself pulled against him, his voice soothing her as he promised she would be safe for the night. Nobody was going to touch her without him around. "I don't want anyone to touch me..." She mumbled stubbornly, pressing her face into his chest as it was right in front of her.

As she forced herself to relax, telling herself that she needed to trust Alaric, she slowly melted into his arms, her breathing evening out as she started to drift in and out of sleep. He was her only way to stay safe while Rakith was still missing from her. Rakith. Ceci wondered what he was doing while she laid in the arms of another man. A man he would eventually know all too well. How would her Prince react to the realization that she'd been not only bound to him once more, but had been bound to Alaric as well? She was on the edge of slumber when she shivered again, curling closer into Alaric's arms as her lips parted. A mumble passed her lips as she fell back into the blissful escape of her dreams.

She slept well through most of the night, but as morning came, she started to get restless, her eyes moving in panic under her closed eyelids, and her breathing speeding up. A nightmare was plaguing her and she started to squirm in Alaric's embrace. Ceci was trying to wake, to stop the onslaught of men that pushed and pulled for her attention. There was nothing pleasurable about what she was experiencing in her dream. It was cruel attentions and it was Gunther in the middle of it all. Ceci cried out, her back arching, pushing her away from Alaric's body as she fought against the terror in her mind. She had no idea she'd woken him, she couldn't feel his attempts to soothe her, and it wasn't until he shook her awake that she found escape from her nightmare.

Ceci's eyes flew open and she looked around in a daze for a moment, not hearing anything that was said to her through the rushing sound in her ears. "Keep him away from me..." She sobbed, pressing herself into Alaric's chest when she suddenly saw him beside her. "Keep that bastard away from me..." She begged. Whether or not Alaric would understand who she referred to, she didn't know, but she was still too distraught to explain what had her so panicked.
 
To say that Alaric enjoyed the feeling of his new lover curling in against him would be an understatement. She was right of course, he would come out of this smelling like a rose. He would have access to her, a woman who never deny him, and his new Master was far more powerful. It didn't mean he didn't feel remorse for what she was going through, but once more, she was right, how could he truly understand her pain? Her shame? All he could do of course would be to protect her. He felt her sleeping against his chest and smiled. Either her exhaustion was so great, or she had a smattering of trust for him. There was that downside to the situation from his point of view. He would never know if she truly enjoyed being with him, or if she was just responding to the magic and conditioning. But knowing she was peacefully asleep, he allowed himself to doze with her.

He woke abruptly, still holding her snugly, as she thrashed in her sleep. It was clear that she was having a nightmare, and it was only growing worse. Now matter how he tried to comfort her through her subconscious, it did nothing to quiet her sleep. So he shook her awake, the only true way to rid her of it. When she woke, he knew exactly who she meant. It could only be Gunther. The man had terrified her, hurt her deeper than anything else of her ordeal the night before. Too bad for Gunther. That made him.. expendable. Of course a third man would be needed, but not until later. He would enjoy some alone time with her.

Cradling her against his chest, he whispered comforting sounds against her hair, in a way that a father would comfort his young daughter. “There, there, my little sweet Ceci.. He won't touch you ever again, I promise.; He held her tightly against his chest and rocked with her softly, wishing to calm her. Once he felt she was good, he kissed her softly, “Good Morning,” he whispered against her lips. I'll be right back, I have to make sure that he never does.”

Getting out of bed, he made no effort to hide his nakedness as he padded to the door he had locked the night before. Exiting the basement, he found the other two men were sitting clothed at the breakfast table. Turning to Fridric, he told the younger man, “Go to the Coven, and bring another man, we have an opening,” his voice was ice cold. Turning to Gunther, he looked the older man in the eyes, and told him flatly, “You no longer serve a purpose. Good bye.” And with a wave of his hand, the man who only yesterday morning had held the power choked uncontrollably, blood pouring from his eyes, nose, and mouth. The body was dead before the brain realized it, and he fell face first down on the table.

Fridric looked on terrified, stunned by the random killing.. Growling at the younger man, Alaric told him bluntly, “Now go, or join him in death. Your choice..” Once the youngster was gone, he grabbed Gunther and threw his body out to the carrion eaters before returning to the basement and Ceci. Climbing back into bed with her, he pulled her back to him, “He's gone, and will never hurt anyone else. And with the other young man goes to get a replacement, its just you and me, likely for most of the day, Ceci.” Unlike moments ago, his tone was warm and gentle to her.
 
Alaric was comforting her, holding her as she let the stress of her nightmare melt away. She hadn't expected it, even though she'd hoped for it, so as he murmured soothing words and promises to her, she didn't resist him. The rocking of his body eventually soothed her into a calm state, and she glanced up at him, her eyes no longer stricken with fear. "Morning..." She mumbled, her lips brushing his before he pulled back. He was leaving her to do what? She ran over his words in her head and she watched him leave with a wide eyed gaze. Was he about to get rid of Gunther? Permanently? Ceci curled into a ball beneath the blankets, wondering what exactly was happening beyond the confines of her room.

A yawn escaped her and she closed her eyes, hoping to catch a few more minutes of sleep since her nightmare had disturbed the end of her slumber. She did manage to drift off again, only to awaken when Alaric returned. The closing of the door pulled her back to consciousness just in time to see him climbing back into the bed. She made a sleepy groan as he pulled her back against his chest, her eyes unfocused with slumber. "Did you kill him?" Ceci mumbled, blinking her eyes a few times to try and wake up. Alaric promised he'd never hurt anyone else again, and that a replacement was being sent for. They were alone. That woke her up, her eyes more focused as she looked at him more closely. "Most of the day?" She repeated, her tongue slipping over her lips to wet the dry skin. She shifted, lowering her head to rest it against his bare chest, her eyes falling shut as she relaxed. Nobody would bother her- other than Alaric, for most of the day. It was a reassuring thought.

As she listened to the beat of his heart, the smell of his skin beneath her cheek stirred her emotions and desires, catching her off guard. Ceci's small hands rested against his chest as well and after a few moments of comfortable silence she lifted her head, meeting his gaze with an odd intensity. "Thank you..." Ceci murmured, pressing her lips to his chest. He'd gotten rid of her nightmare for her, and it had lifted a heavy weight off her shoulders. It was while she rested against him that she became all too aware of their nudity, the brush of their bodies against each other with every minimal shift of their limbs. She didn't know if it was an effect of the binding, but she felt his touch made her more sensitive, more alert to his presence. "Alaric..." She whispered, clenching her eyes tight. She felt strange. Ceci feared the desires that were beginning to surface in her, the naked form of his body calling to her in a powerful way. She remembered the way he felt the day before, before he'd tricked her. He'd fucked her twice, and it was some of his marks she wore on her neck. His teeth that had bitten her numerous times.

A breathy moan slipped past her lips as she recalled the images of their joining and she shook her head, pushing away from his chest as she became horrified by her own thoughts. "I want things, Alaric..." She whispered in horror, "Oh Gods I..." She was afraid to touch him, sure that it was their connection that was stirring her desires up. He'd mentioned the night before that the strength of the spell and the talismans would likely cause her to slip faster than she'd be comfortable with. Faster than Rakith could get to her. She clenched her fists, stopping herself from touching Alaric. It was an incredibly uncomfortable sensation to try and ignore her body, and she found herself absently leaning back into Alaric after a moment of resistance, pressing their body closely together again. The contact of their skin eased her discomfort, but she was still yearning for more. "Fix it..." She gasped, "Fix me..." She begged, her blue eyes popping open to stare up at him with heated emotion. "You did this..." She accused, breathless as she laid in his arms.
 
Alaric nodded when she asked him if he killed Gunther. “Yes,” he told her quietly, “he hurt you too much, to have him in your dreams and giving you such terrors, he had to die. Nobody will miss him, least of all his wife.” He had been about to explain further about how big a whore his widow was, but given the current situation, he thought it unwise. Holding her as she rested, Alaric sensed the magic in the room, the magic swirling around her, the binding between them was tightening already. He had been acutely aware of her when she woke with the night terror. He could feel her inside his head when he killed Gunther. Now, with the two of them touching he could feel the growing hunger inside her body. He could also sense her growing unease as she was feeling the effects.

Then she started to plead with him, and it pulled at what heart he had. I want things, Alaric...Oh Gods I.. Fix it... Fix me... You did this... Her voice was accusatory, and he knew she had every right to feel that way. While he had been the one to finish the ritual with her, he had not been party to its set up. He knew the basics of the magic, but it would take many years to undo it properly, to not damage her mind further. He didn't dare tell her that now. He had no desire to shatter her completely, then Ozramis would win after all, and he was not about to allow that. When he spoke to her, his words were soft, kind, yet firm, “You know that I can't now. What happens must happen. At least you are not bound to that bastard. You are bound to somebody who doesn't want to see you destroyed. And you were right last night, despite my regrets for the role I played in what is done to you, I am the one who wins most. I get a woman as a willing little slut that is an amazing woman. And a new more powerful master that hopefully will appreciate the risk I took to protect you.

Pulling her against him harder, she would feel his shaft stirring against her soft naked ass. “I want things too, Ceci. All of them are you, right now. Why do you think I left us alone for the day? I felt you would enjoy just us exploring one another without two other men wagging their cocks in your face. At least today, I can give you the courtesy of a gentle day.” Biting her neck again, his voice grew huskier as he pressed his mouth to her ear, “So then, my new pet, what do you want from your Master?”
 
Ceci groaned, her eyes refusing to remain open as he told her he couldn't fix her. They were now destined to play it out as was necessary. Even as he admitted that he did appear to be the ultimate winner, she kept her eyes tightly shut. As if it could help her block out the whirlwind of emotion that was blossoming to life in her. Would Rakith be thankful to Alaric for what he had done? She didn't know. She knew he wouldn't be happy with the fact that she was anyone's slut. The only person she was supposed to belong to was him. But she found herself belonging to Alaric, regardless of what was meant to be.

A sharp breath escaped her when Alaric pulled her body harder against him, the growing hardness of his manhood pressed between their naked bodies. She couldn't even attempt to think straight as he spoke in her ear, his tone growing deeper as her desire spiked. “Alaric..” She groaned, her body responding with great enthusiasm as he bit into her previously ravished neck. Ceci licked her lips again, her breathing unsteady as she felt his mouth brush enticingly against her ear. So then, my new pet, what do you want from your Master? His words set her blood aflame, her body pressing back into his growing arousal with obvious interest. Ceci, still trying to fight the magic and keep a sane mind, hesitated. But she knew what she wanted, what she needed.

The young woman twisted in his grasp, so her breasts brushed the hard planes of his chest and his erection pressed against her belly. Ceci’s hands traveled up his body until they were able to grip his shoulders, her eyes finally wide and locked with his own. “Pleasure…” She breathed in a needy voice. “Make me forget I was shackled and fucked yesterday….To forget that Gunther ever touched me…” Ceci's body visibly shook, the memory seizing her and making her feel ill. “I want you to fuck me, Alaric…” The moment the demand left her lips she looked visibly surprised and somewhat horrified at the brazen words. She looked young and unsure, struggling to take back what she said, but soon finding it impossible. Her mind and body were starting to work in tandem and she had no power to fight what they wanted. As if to further prove her inability to say no, she pulled his lips down to her own, seizing them with lustful abandon. Her lips pulled at him, her tongue demanding a response as she pushed her body flush against his. Ceci moaned into his mouth, her mind and body both focused on their need for pleasure and the desire to forget all else.

Her fingers dug into Alaric’s shoulders, her nails forming crescent moons in his flesh as she became more insistent for his attention and touch. “Fuck me…” She groaned against his lips, hovering only a breath away. “Show me I can get through this…” Ceci begged, her words more strained as she said them without the influence of the magic or bond. That was just Ceci, desperate for proof that she had Alaric on her side. That he'd stay true to his word and not abandon her as she deeply feared. If she lost his aid in the game they were forced to play, she knew she would lose. She knew she would become lost to her Prince if she were to lose Alaric's support and protection. Alaric wanted and needed her trust, and she would try to give it to him. She wanted to give it freely, without the influence of the magic or bond, but she was starting to become unsure of where her desires were rooted.
 
Alaric felt her responding to him with need, and wondered if it was her own need, or what the late Gunther had done to her through the spell he wove. Did it really matter at this point? He couldn't really expect her to want him on her own right now, could he? Well he would try. Nodding to her words, he told her, “I will make you forget, my pet... And have no doubt, Master is going to fuck you silly.” Stroking her hair softly, he rolled her onto her left side. Lifting her right leg, he straddled her left leg before placing his hard shaft at her entry. “Hold me with your right leg, put it around my waist,” he instructed her firmly. Pushing himself into her, he was surprised just how deep he was able to push inside her from this position.

Pulling out of her tight sheath, he rubbed the head of his shaft along her clit slowly. His touch was soft, sweet and very slow at first, letting her feel the direct stimulation of his cock head on her tight nerve bundle, the source of female pleasure. If he was going to make her a slut, the least he could do was to make her be his slut, and not the entire Coven's. And that mean, he would do whatever he could to give her pleasure. His right hand held her right leg up, and his left working his shaft along her sex gently. The pace grew a little faster, increasing the stimulation for both of them.

Watching her as he worked on her body, he smiled, “Does my little pet like this? Do you prefer pet? Or would you rather I call you slut? I want to know what you prefer. Through all of this, I do want you to enjoy our time together, since its likely to be a very long time with the three of us. I can feel the bond between the two of you, and I seem to have inherited some of it from you. Seems so long as you don't age, neither will I.”
 
Master is going to fuck you silly. The statement brought a surprised moan from her lips, her skin burning where their bodies were pressed together. She didn't fight him when he rolled her, she willingly let him mold her body as he needed. There was a sense of anticipation growing in her body, hopeful and yearning for whatever Alaric was going to do. Ceci wrapped her right leg around his waist, gripping him firmly as he instructed, her eyes unfocused with her developing need. He wasted no time in thrusting between her legs, her womanhood ready for him. The depth at which he sunk tore a cry of delight from her parted lips. But she whimpered only moments later when he pulled out, leaving her hanging on the small taste.

The head of his thick shaft teased her clit, making her squirm while she stared up at him. The stimulation was slowly driving her crazy, the bundle of nerves shooting bolts of pleasure right to her core. "Alaric..." She moaned, almost a pitiful whimper as she let the sensations assault her. As his pace increased she was gripping the bed beneath them, her knuckles white. Ceci heard his voice, her eyes focusing in on him as he spoke to her. Did she prefer pet or slut? She frowned, momentarily trying to change the direction of her attention. "Ahh..." She jerked as a more powerful spasm of pleasure shook her. With her lips curled into a small smile, she responded, "Pet..." Ceci was going to be a slut for the coven. Behind closed doors, with Alaric, she wanted to be something different. If she was going to suffer through what he had told her, she needed to separate the different experiences as best she could. "I want you to call me pet..." She groaned, pushing her hips up to get more of what she desired.

The young witch bit down on her lip, getting frustrated even while he continued to pleasure her through the stimulation of her clit. "Alaric..." She moaned, "More..." She begged softly, her head falling back as she wrestled with the sweet friction he provided and her desire for him to be deeply seated within her. She heard his continued comments and she felt her stomach do a somersault. Alaric wasn't going to age for as long as she didn't? Their bond would work in a way that he would be be tied to her that tightly? In a normal state of mind she might have been alarmed at that knowledge, but with his sex driving her mad, she felt nothing but her desire as it flared hotter. He wasn't going anywhere, which meant their bodies would have a long time to explore each other. "Shhh..." She groaned, "Stop..." She mumbled, "Talking..." She couldn't stand it anymore, "Less talk...More...sex.." She managed to get out, her heated gaze zeroing in on him as she started to circle her hips against him. It was difficult for her to think about their pleasure and their future at the same time.
 
Alaric smiled and drove his shaft deep inside her in one firm deep stroke. Nor did he let up, feeling her heat wrapped around him, he thrust into her steadily enjoy how her hot tight sheath clutched him. He wondered idly, if part of the magic binding her was what made her as tight as she was, no matter how much she got hammered. She certainly would get that. Which was fine, he liked rough sex, and she seemed to as well, even before the spell had been cast on her. "This what you wanted, my pet?" he asked her huskily. His cock slammed into her hard and rough, and thank to the position of their bodies, her clit got all the pressure of his shaft. Add that he had access to it with his fingers, he rubbed he with them as well.

The hand not on her clit worked up to cup one of her breasts, giving it a firm playful squeeze. Their sex would be different from the others, when they were there to participate. He would treat her as his private pet, but not poorly. That he would leave to the Coven's time. This way she would sense the difference between him and them. His mind raced about how to help her Prince find her, even as he roughly fucked the Prince's woman.

But thoughts were moot right now, their sex was intense and the way her body clutched at him, he knew this would be hard fast and exhilarating. His moans were deep and powerful, as his body started to tremble. With a loud guttural moan, his shaft spasmed and her came inside her, filing her once more with his heated essence.
 
When he finally gave her what she wanted, what she needed, she cried out in pure satisfaction. Ceci's leg tightened where it was wrapped around his waist, urging him to thrust even deeper between her legs. "Yesss...." She hissed, both from the sensations that wracked her body and the question he posed to her. The delicious friction of their bodies and his hand working along her bundle of nerves had her uttering a constant stream of moans. A hand wrapped around one of her breasts, squeezing it in a way that intensified all of what she was feeling. "Alaric!" She groaned, her back arching as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure he delivered to her.

She knew when he had met his climax, his cock pulsing between her tight walls. The deep tremor of his moan hit her deeply, the satisfaction of knowing it was her body that pleasured him set her close to the edge of orgasm. She loved the way he didn't stop thrusting, pushing her ever closer to the edge. With one last brush of his fingers across her sensitive bud she lost all control. Ceci's body seemed to spasm as she threw her head back and cried out, her hands fisted in the sheets as she rode out the incredible orgasm that she was dealt.

As she slowly came down from the blissful high, her unfocused gaze landed on Alaric above her, her lips parted in amazement and still lingering desire. Ceci wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was putting her at risk for pregnancy. The thought never even crossed her mind. She had so much going on that pregnancy wasn't even a concern. "That was what I needed..." She murmured, her body squirming against his own as it felt aftershocks of her orgasm. Ceci's skin was flushed, making her look like a woman that was thoroughly pleased. "It won't be like this with the others will it?" She said softly, her voice spacey as she considered the idea. Though based on what he said, she wouldn't care in time. They'd end up being able to do anything with her and in a sexual state she wouldn't be phased. Ceci shivered at the thought.
 
Alaric was happy to give her such joy. Of course likely the magic was helping, but he didn't care. That was something beyond his control right now. All he could control was how he treated her when they were alone. And he promised to himself, that whenever they had that chance, he would treat her like a lover, not some cheap woman how needed to be broken, the way the Cabal saw her. Shaking his head no, he told her, “No, They won't be able to pleasure you, even if they wanted to, like I do. We are bound to one another and likely for a very long time. I plan to treat you better than they do. Though as you've seen I do like rough sex. I hope that you do too.”

Laying down next to her, he pulled her close and held her in his arms. “I know this isn't what you wanted, or even what you could have ever thought of. But you have my word that I will make its pleasant as I can.” He kissed her softly on the forehead. “Now that we are not in the middle of sex, your mind should be your own. How are you feeling? Is there anything you need? Food, bath, other? Since you are stuck with me, I want you to to be comfortable and as happy as you can be under the circumstances. We probably have another two to three hours before the other two return,” he explained.

Resting enjoying how wonderfully pleased she looked with the flush of her skin, “I'd be lying if I didn't tell you how much this experience has meant to me. You were a tremendous lover even before our bonding, and since. Well since, you've been a sexual Goddess. What can I do for you to thank you? Within my power, that is.”
 
"Rough sex as you appear to enjoy it does not bother me, Alaric..." Ceci breathed, resting in his arms as he pulled her close. "It's the dignity crushing kind that the others enjoy that bothers me..." Her words were low, almost a whisper as she thought about the shame she would endure in time. He was correct, now that her passions had subsided for the moment, her mind was her own. The fog had momentarily lifted to allow her a free range of thoughts. "I'm hungry..." She complained. She hadn't eaten the day she'd been taken and hadn't been fed since her arrival. Her stomach was starting to protest the lack of food.

A shiver slipped through her, starting at her shoulders and shooting down to her toes. Two or three hours. Then the others would return. A fear clenched around her heart, but she tried not to linger on the thoughts. She could do nothing to change the course of her fate, she could only learn to endure it and pray that a time would come that she could escape the effects of the ritual. Something that Alaric said snapped her out of her drifting thoughts. Sexual Goddess. She laughed quietly and shook her head, "Don't flatter me, Alaric..." She grumbled quietly. Her skin was still beautifully flushed, but her relaxed mood was slowly fading as her fear started to return. "Fetch me something to eat...For that is the only thing within your power that you can get me..." Ceci thought about Rakith, her eyes flooding with emotion. He was what she wanted. She longed to see him and she knew that his presence was something that Alaric could not create. "What else I want you cannot obtain..." She said sadly, turning away from his chest. While her predicament with Alaric was not as horrid as she thought it would be, the rest of the situation still brought her dread. Nothing he said or did would or could fix that. Not really. In small bursts and fleeting moments, but not permanently.

To think that she possibly had only hours left before her true downfall would begin. Ceci bit back the sob that wanted to spring forth. She was half tempted to push Alaric away, to tell him she wanted to be alone. But she also knew to be alone would be to lose herself to a soul crushing depression. She had to remember that Alaric was not her enemy anymore, he was her only hope until Rakith appeared. "What's taking him so long..." She cried in a whisper, "Why can't he find me....?" She pleaded.
 
Alaric could hear the pain in her voice, the sheer agony tugged at his heart. He knew at best he could expect Rakith in a day, but probably closer to two. That was assuming he had brought more than one of Ceci's ancestors back. If it was just him and the one it could take a week or more, and by then it might be too late.

"The cabal hid this place well, we are hours away from our usual area. The only reason that the men can go and come back is through a special gateway set up for them by Ozramis," he told her. "I sent out a tendril of magic from our bond earlier, so that Rakith or one of your ancestors can feel it, but they have to be relatively close. It depends on how many he brings back besides the one at your house. If I know him at all, I supect he will bring most all of your line to match the Cabals numbers. So hopefully, a day or two at most."

Moving quickly, he went to get her some food from the kitchen and brought it down to her. it was warm stew, soft flakey rolls, and some tea. The stew had beef and vegetables in it, so it was a good meal. He put it on a tray and placed it over her so she could sit up in bed and eat. "I hope," he told her softly, "that this is to your liking. The tea is flavored with lemon rind and some anise."
 
A day or two. She only had to get through a day or two before Rakith could find her. Ceci clenched her fists, hoping that Alaric was right. When he left her to go get some food, she sat up in the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and sighing. Rakith was probably mad at her. She'd broken her promise to be careful and she'd left the cottage after he specifically told her not to. All she could do to make up for what she did was be strong in his absence. But she knew she had little say in what happened once the men returned. Ceci cursed quietly, furious with herself for her foolishness.

She was not alone for long, Alaric returned with her food and the aroma made her perk up slightly. Her blue gaze shifted to follow him as he crossed the room to the bed. She was already sitting up so he was able to easily set the tray down in her lap for her to eat. "Thank you..." She murmured, eyes focused on the strew and rolls, then the tea. "It all looks delicious, Alaric...Thank you, really...." Ceci lifted the tea to her lips and inhaled the soothing scent. "Mmm.." She hummed in appreciation before taking a small sip of the warm liquid. Her shoulders appeared to visibly relax and she settled back into the pillows for a comfortable meal. After a few more sips she took a nibble off one of the rolls, her stomach flipping with joy at the taste of solid food. "I'm starving.." She mumbled. "I guess I didn't have time before to realize how hungry I was..."

Ceci stopped talking then, focusing on eating the stew and rolls, with an occasional sip of tea. Shortly after Alaric arrived with the food, she had finished it, which surprised her. "Oh..." Ceci glanced up, looking at Alaric with mild embarrassment, "Ahh...I...It was delicious..." She brushed some crumbs from her lips and then smiled, "I didn't mean to eat so fast..." She explained, biting her lip nervously. Ceci was quiet for a few moments and then she gently cleared her throat, "Alaric?" She called his name cautiously, "Have you ever seen Ozramis?" Her shoulders became tense again at the very mention of the Demon's name. "I...." Ceci sighed, "Do you really think that Rakith has brought back my ancestors to fight for him? To take on Ozramis' numbers?" The thought that the previous women of her line were out helping her Demon lover find her made her feel a little odd, but thankful nonetheless. But she feared for all of them. She feared for Rakith. Though she knew he was powerful, she had warned him about how reckless his fear could make him.
 
Alaric nodded softly as he told her, “Once. When the Cabal pledged themselves to his service. I was still relatively young, a boy of twelve. About the time the Cabal killed your mother. She had offered to give you up in exchange for her power being granted her, in the end the Cabal took what she wanted and then murdered her. That's how they were able to bind you so fast, and so firmly. She gave them articles of your clothing including your baby blanket to be turned into talisman's strictly tuned to your magical signature. As to Ozramis.. He is a terrifying being. Large and bloated, with massive wings..”

“But, Rakith is stronger. Much stronger. It is why this power play was made, with the Cabal under his control, with their massive numbers, he felt it was the best chance to destroy Rakith by destroying the bond between you by doing what they did to you. Thinking that as he loves you, which is unheard of and an anathema to most demons, if they made you want to fuck anyone and everyone, that the link would break,” he explained gently. His voice was sad as he related the story, it was clear that his part in it was shameful to him.

“What they didn't count on, was that I was far more clever than anyone knew, and that had no desire to go against Rakith. If I want to be bound to a demon prince, I'd much rather be bound to one who understands love instead of being driven by hatred and the desire to destroy. So I waited until they bound you to me, accidentally, rather than the Cabal itself. With that done, and what little protection I can give you until your love arrives, I seized the power and removed the most heinous of the men here. With power I absorbed from both of the men here, I am now stronger than most in the Cabal, which allows me to have more control over what is done to you.. While things must proceed, I will seek to keep things.... less egregious,” he finished finally.
 
The speech about her mother made her angry, but also sad. It was heartbreaking that her mother had turned on her. Ceci regretted mourning her death for so many years. She'd died because she deserved to die. "I'll never forgive her...The wrongs she has committed...." Ceci shook her head and sighed out of frustration. How could a mother ever do something so despicable to their own daughter? Her shoulders tensed when Alaric described Ozramis, "I hope I never see him..." She whispered, her eyes wide. The mere description was enough to give her shivers.

It was a relief to hear that Rakith was stronger, but it was a crushing blow to hear about Ozramis and the Cabal's plan to break the link between them. Their connection was stronger than anything the Cabal could have imagined and Ceci took pride in that. But she did not long to see Rakith's reaction to the magics that were burning through her. She feared what situation she could possibly be in when he arrived. Would he realize what was happening? What would he do? Ceci bit her lip, wondering what the future held.

Alaric truly was on her side. Whether he truly felt bad about his part in her fate, she wasn't sure yet. He could say he felt bad or admit guilt, but that didn't mean she'd necessarily believe him yet. "Less egregious?" She repeated, rolling her eyes. "I'm apparently not going to give a damn, why bother..." She mumbled irritably. Realizing she was being a brat, she sighed, "I'm sorry..." She muttered quickly. "But you understand my bitterness..." Ceci smiled suddenly, leaning forward to press her finger into his chest, "Not that I'm not thankful for what you're trying to do for me...But I hope Rakith pushes you around a bit before this is said and done..." She didn't necessarily want him hurt, but she knew Rakith couldn't possibly just accept Alaric without some sort of altercation first. Alaric had after all bound himself to his woman. Rakith's woman. Even if it had saved her from a worse fate- she was sure it was a fact that Rakith wouldn't easily ignore. "Just a few bumps and bruises..." She added teasingly.
 
Alaric smirked at her response. “Well because,” he told her solemnly, “then I am no better than they are. And would not deserving of our bond. I am rather fond of you, if you haven't noticed. But a man who doesn't do everything in his power to protect you, whether your magically wired body cares or not, doesn't deserve the privilege of this bond.”

Raising an eyebrow at her comment about Rakith knocking him around a bit, he was about to say something, when she told him that she only meant some bumps and bruises. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. It was weird to think of things as they were. He was bound in a strange way to a demon prince's woman. An odd sort of love triangle, though he wasn't entirely certain that what he felt for her was exactly that pure an emotion, he knew the longer they remainded bound to one another, it would become that. He wondered how that would affect her, being bound to two men. Would she turn polyamorous? Or would she resent him in time?

Stroking her hair, he moved to her side on the bed, and relaxed. “Is there anything you want to do while we are alone? Anything at all. I want your time when you are yourself to be as pleasant as possible. When we are alone and I can treat you as you deserve.”
 
The touch of his hand as it stroked along her hair was soothing and she found herself lulled into a relaxed state within moments. "Anything at all?" She mumbled, closing her eyes and stifling a yawn. "No...Nothing." Ceci suddenly straightened and slipped off the bed, pulling the tray with her and setting it on the floor, clearing the bed once more. "I thought of something..." She said, climbing back onto the bed and pulling one of the sheets around her body. "I want you to tell me about why magic made you do what you've done with your life..."

Ceci could tell he was not expecting her to ask such a thing. "I feel that most people seek power and magic for the same reasons..." She explained. "Revenge, Greed, or out of Fear..." She leaned closer to where he was still on the side of the bed "Which were you?" Ceci inquired. "Other then just using what little magic I had before Rakith...My desire for more came from revenge. I thought I needed to avenge the death of my father and mother..." She bit her lip, wincing when she bit down too hard. "I realize now my mother was not worth the time wasted on thoughts of revenge..." A huff escaped her lips and she glared past Alaric, as if the woman in question was standing behind him. "So I want to know if you were greedy? Vengeful? Or afraid of something?" Ceci slowly scooted closer, finding a closer proximity to be more comforting than being distanced from him. She made a side note to think more on that new revelation later. "Which one provoked little Alaric's hunger for power?"

"We'll be with each other for a long time. I want to know you. The you that existed before the Cabal. Before Ozramis. And before Rakith joins the party...I should have more reason to want you around than a magical tie. Something other than mind-blowing sex..." Her sentence cut off and she found herself blushing furiously, pressing her hands to her cheeks, "Ahh..I meant..." She glanced away, "You know what I mean. Answer the question..." Ceci grumbled.
 
Alaric listened to her, and they were thinking the same thing: for this relationship that would be a threesome soon to work, they needed to know one another better, and more specifically she needed to know him, and understand him. What made him who he was, and how he got where he was. “Well there is a fourth sort you forgot to mention,” he said in a bemused voice, “the sort that seeks knowledge. I was born, as you know, in that village that has not been nice to your family. And while I never was a part of it, nor my family, I sought to understand why such a thing would be allowed to occur. It seemed barbaric, cruel, and beneath the dignity of those in the town. Then when I reached the age of ten, my abilities started to manifest. And so the Cabal, which ruled the town secretly, took me in. My family nor I had much choice in the matter. They simply took me.” He remembered the day very vividly, as he was dragged away from his parents screaming and crying. When he rebelled against the leadership, they had taken his family and threatened to kill them, which got him to comply. It wasn't until years later that he learned that they had already been killed, and the threat was just a ruse. The pain of that memory was evident in his eyes. “We both ultimately are the same in one thing, the Cabal took our families from us. Both of us orphaned by their lust for power.”

Sighing after a moment, he continued his story, “Once I learned of their duplicity, and witnessed the ceremony of bonding the Cabal to their lord, I wanted nothing more than to lean what was it about magic that turned people evil. And after several years of study, I realized that it wasn't the magic, it was the people who sought to use magic for selfish gains. And that was when I knew I needed to find something else to believe in, somebody better suited to the man my parents would have wished me to be. And that is how I came to be where we are now.”

Kissing her forehead softly, he smiled at her. “I like talking about one another, I agree, that if we are going to be bound together for a long time, it is in both of our best interests.” He knew he had wrestled with what was asked of him to be here, and thus his part in this mess. But he kept reminding himself, that he had not done it out of malice, but out of a desire to protect and help them both get free from the Cabal.
 
"Knowledge..." She mused, rolling her eyes slightly. As he continued to explain his history she found her lips parting in horror. "They...just...took you?" She reached out without even thinking about it, placing her small hand flat against his chest in a show of comfort and support. "I'm sorry, Alaric..." She regretted asking him, knowing it had brought back memories he didn't want to face. "I didn't mean to bring up the past like that...I...I didn't realize..." She murmured. She knew he wasn't mad at her for making him remember his past when his lips found her forehead. Ceci sat there for a moment before she reached out and grabbed his hand, tugging him into the bed more fully and patting the area in the middle. When he granted her request, she leaned into his side, letting the warmth of his body comfort her. "So the Cabal ruins everything it touches..." She mumbled sadly.

Ceci was naturally an empathetic person. Hearing of Alaric's past pain truly did make her heart ache, but it also gave her something to connect to him through. "Rakith will make them all pay..For all of their wrongs..." She promised him, turning so she could look into his eyes, "And if he doesn't- I will..." She grumbled, "It might just be really messy...." She admitted shyly, "I'm still learning..." Ceci laughed. For a few long minutes she chose to rest against him, setting her head against his shoulder while she quietly sat with her eyes closed. She was distantly aware that their time was slowly ticking away, minute by minute putting them closer to the moments that neither of them wanted to face.

Her mind started to wander, thinking on what her future would hold with both Rakith and Alaric at her side. Was that even possible? Could it really be doable? Having them both? Did she want them both? Ceci silently gnawed at her lower lip, worrying the tender skin as she considered the possibilities. "Did you see my little cottage?" She asked, "Were you there when they took me?" Ceci lifted her head from his shoulder so she could look at him. "Rakith said he won't make me leave till I'm ready....Though I'm not sure that's the case anymore...." Ceci narrowed her eyes, "But if he lets me stay there....Is that a place you could enjoy calling home?" She inquired curiously. "There are two bedrooms inside...I...er..." Ceci rubbed the back of her head, "I'm not sure how all of this is going to work..." She admitted. If Rakith was not disgusted with her upon his arrival, she wanted nothing more than to share the warmth of his embrace at night again, but she wondered if she would in time desire Alaric's in the same way. Would she be drawn to one man over the other? To one bed before the other? She was starting to give herself a headache. Maybe she'd just sleep on the couch.

"Alaric..." She murmured, "Can we take a bath before they come back...?" She asked. "Both of us?" She added, making sure he understood what she wanted. "We can continue exploring each other..." She paused, turning red again, "Uhm, each other's ahh...preferences...I mean..." Ceci huffed, "We can just talk more!" She snapped, annoyed with herself as she got frazzled.
 
Alaric felt a pang of guilt when she asked about the cottage. He had been there, and while he had left a clue there for Rakith, it clearly hadn't helped thus far. But he would answer her questions. “I was there, yes. As part of your detail, I was required to be. Your cottage is lovely, Ceci. I would live wherever you asked me to be: a closet, a cave, the woods, or wherever. So long as I get to spend some time with you, and you're happy. Rakith will at least now have another pair of eyes to protect you with. I would lay my life down for you. I want you to know that,” he told her in a quiet firm voice.

The way she felt against him made him smile. It was ironic he thought to himself, the Cabal sought to destroy her through this ritual. And while she would suffer from it for a while, in the end, she was going to be the winner. Two men bound to her who move heaven and hell for her. She wasn't the trapped, he was. Though, he didn't mind a single bit. If there was no Cabal, no Ozramis, and no Rakith he would have made his way to her cottage and tried to talk to her socially. But there were all those things in their lives, and while he wanted to serve Rakith, a part of him would always envy his lord.

Standing up, Alaric grinned and nodded at her request. Focusing his mind on the bathroom, he changed the tub so that it was large enough for the two of them. Scooping her up, he carried her into the newly redecorated room and for a moment was stunned at what he had created. Where the imagery for this had come from, he didn't know, not that he would complain. It was beautiful if unnatural with surfaces he didn't understand. But he carried her to the walk in tub and laid her inside before noting that there were two glasses of wine at the end and a deep red rose. He wondered if this was something from her connection to Rakith. He was excited at what had been made for them by the magic, it was stunningly romantic with the fire place and the tub lit by candles.
 
I would lay my life down for you. The confession surprised her and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. "I don't ask anyone to ever do that, Alaric..." She responded stubbornly. "My life is not so important that I'd risk anyone else to lengthen it..." Ceci added, "But the sentiment is appreciated nonetheless..."

She didn't argue with him when he pulled her into his arms and began carrying her toward the bathroom. Ceci chose instead to rest comfortably against him. When they entered the room she straightened a little in his grip, her eyes wide at what she saw around her. It was simply beautiful. "Alaric..." She gasped, "What did you do?" Her lips curled into a small smile as she took in the foreign visuals. Never before could she have imagined such a beautiful bathing experience. Momentarily it reminded her of the bizarre things Rakith would create for her; though his had mostly revolved around her attire. The same concept still remained. She groaned in delight as he set her down inside the tub, the water surrounding her with warmth and comfort. "How did you make this?" She wondered, turning so she could take in the fire, candles, rose, and wine. She plucked the rose up from where it sat, bringing the bloom to her nose. "You've outdone yourself....How touchingly romantic..." Ceci mused, inhaling the aroma of the rose before dragging the silky petals across her cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation as she continued its path down her neck and chest. "You seem just as surprised as I am by what you've made for us..." She set the rose down, holding out her hand to coax him into the water with her.

When he was settled, she grabbed both glasses of wine, handing him one. Ceci took a slow sip, watching Alaric over the rim of her glass. "Perhaps there is more to this bond than you originally thought?" She guessed, taking another sip of the wine. Ceci savored the flavor before putting the glass down on the side of the tub and closing her eyes. "Can you keep it like this..?" She asked. "Every night I want to come to this..." Her blue eyes popped open, zeroing in on Alaric's face. "Bring me here...After it's over every day...I want to be here..." She crossed the small space between them so she could sit on his lap. "Promise me?"
 
Allowing himself to be drawn into the warm water and suds, he smiled at her as he slipped his arms around her. “There very well could be,” he admitted, “this is not like anything I know of, so likely it came from your side of the bond. But yes, now that it is here, I can keep it just like this.” The warmth of the water was caressing him, them. Add in the fireplace and candles, and the mood was perfect, exactly what he had desired. If not what he expected. As she sat on his lap he smiled at her, “I promise, Ceci. I promise. I like it too, and would want to bring you here where we can be at peace and forget the rest. And don't sell yourself short. You are that important to me.”

Kissing her neck softly, he took some soap and soaped up her breasts gently as he spoke to her, “Before the cult made their move against you. Before there was a Rakith in your life, I had wanted to approach you, you know. I was forbidden to do so of course by the Cabal. But there were many nights I spent outside your cabin, just inside the wood line where I would dream about holding you one day in my arms. While this situation isn't what I had envisioned, exactly, moments like this are. When it is just you and me. I always wished I could come to you and give you comfort for what the Cabal took from you, from us.”

Kissing her lips tenderly, he whispered against the huskily, “I know that Rakith is your love, your Prince, but save a small part of your heart for me, Ceci, please?” The yearning in his eyes spoke just how much he wanted them to have something beyond their bond, the sex, this mess that they were both in. He wanted something real with her, something honesst.
 
The touch of lips against her neck was pleasant, pushing her into a new level of comfort as her eyes slid shut. A pleased hum escaped her lips as she felt his sudsy hands caress her breasts, spreading the bubbles of soap across her flesh. Cecilia listened to him as he spoke, her lips quirking in amusement at his confession, "Should I be concerned you're a long time stalker of mine, Alaric?" She teased softly. It probably should have been a little alarming to find out she'd been watched for so long, completely oblivious to what dangers lurked in her future, but she didn't have the energy to care. All teasing seemed to slip away at the tender brush of his lips and his whispered plea. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her lips parted in surprise at his request. "Alaric.." She murmured, her brows creased in concern. The depth of emotion that seemed to shine through his eyes made her hesitate in her reply. He was serious. Very serious.

Ceci lifted her hand, pressing it against his cheek softly, "I do not know what the future holds for any of us..." She murmured, her fingers gently caressing his cheek and jaw, "But I will save space for you, Alaric...I won't leave you to suffer without affections..." She promised him. The idea of being bound to someone that did not love you, even a little bit, seemed to be a painful fate. It wasn't something she would wish on anyone. While she did not know what her future held, she could promise Alaric that she would save a special place for him in her heart. She could do that much. If they truly lived through their trials, she would have a bond with him that she wouldn't even share with Rakith. While that was upsetting, because she wished to share everything with Rakith, she was also happy. It was a strange mix of emotions she was sure she'd encounter again and again as time went on.

For a few long moments she held his gaze, analyzing the emotions he displayed for her. It was a vulnerable moment between them, and it seemed to knit them closer than any sex ever could. When she finally broke the hold between their eyes, it was so she could kiss him. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her lips brushing his slowly and deeply. Pulling away, she smiled sadly, "Forever is a long time to feel unloved. I would not want that for you..." She told him honestly, "So we will continue to share moments like these...Open..honest conversations...And with it..." She gently pinched his cheek between her thumb and forefinger, "I doubt I'll be able to keep you out of my heart..." Ceci teased him. "A day at a time....Hmm?" She suggested, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself flush against his chest.
 
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