Description
Violet is attacked by a demon who intends to steal her powers and claim her. She attempts to fight back, but finds herself growing weaker and weaker. She is soon fighting to retain both her powers and her sanity.
Includes: Defeat, rough sex, size difference, domination/submission, bad end, mind break
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Chapter 1: The Collar
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"On your knees" The words boomed through an open throne room. The voice belonged to a man with a picture-perfect masculine physique. He wore nothing and sat on an ornate throne with an uninterested expression. The man's skin was adorned with dark tattoos that covered each inch of his muscular body, the color of which contrasted against his ashen gray skin. The tattoos formed an intricate puzzle of many small curves and edges with just enough gap between each to see his skin.
Soft footsteps came from a few feet away as Violet moved from her position beside the throne to the open space between his legs. The hero's outfit was familiar but distorted. Normally she wore a black latex leotard with long sleeves, a flowing purple cloak and large hood. Now it was replaced with a similar, transparent lace leotard. The hero's inner cleavage was on display as a hole had been woven into the garment starting just below her neck and reaching down until just under her breasts.
Much like her normal garb, the outfit ended at her crotch. Like the latex leotard, this one left her legs bare, but it also left bare the skin just above them until the crests of her hips. Draped loosely on her hips was the same red gem belt that she normally wore. Each gem was spaced apart several inches and connected by a thick golden thread. Running up each leg until her knees were a set of dark purple, almost black, socks, the color of which matched with the rest of her outfit.
Along each arm until the elbow ran a pair of finger-less gloves which clung to her skin tightly like the rest of her garb. The neck of her outfit ran high up her throat until eventually it was covered by a dark leather collar. Gold trims ran along the top and bottom of the collar with intricate engravings running along the middle of it, the piece completed by a large, red, glowing, gem in the center. The gem matched perfectly with the same gems that ran along Violet's belt and the gem that rested in the center of her forehead.
The material of her outfit was dark enough that on anyone else you could not see underneath, but Violet had porcelain white skin which stood out, serving to make the outfit even more revealing than it already was. This teasing view of her skin was accentuated by the tightness of her outfit. It was so snug to her skin that the piercings on her nipples were even more apparent than her pale complexion.
With her head bowed Violet slowly walked to the front of the throne and obediently knelt on the small cushion that was between the man's legs. "Pleasure me." Without hesitation, Violet lowered her head to the man's crotch and after a few moments she began to bob up and down.
Violet jolted up from her bed, her chest heaving in a disoriented panic. The hero looked down at what she was wearing and was relieved to find her usual latex outfit. With eyes still wide in surprise, Violet scanned her room. It was pitch black and motionless. After a moment of silent observation, the hero finally calmed her breath. Confusion ran through the nineteen-year-old's head as she wondered why she had such a dream and why was it so vivid. She could recall in exact detail how she looked, how she moved, even how she felt. She shivered as she recalled how it felt, appalled.
The girl had been born with the innate ability to harness magic and that power was fueled by emotion so, she had spent much of her life practicing to keep her emotions in check. If she lost her composure, she risked unleashing the full extent of her abilities, or worse, unleashing her father. Her father was a powerful demon who constantly harassed Violet in an attempt to get her to free him from a realm she had imprisoned him in when she was very young. In either case, it would mean the deaths of many. So every day for many hours Violet meditated to calm her mind. She had achieved a reputation for the clam demeanour she achieved through these efforts, and was regarded as apathetic or detached by those around her as it was emotions both good and bad that she had to suppress.
Sometimes, despite the excellent control she had over her emotions, they would carry over into her dreams. Violet contemplated this and what it might mean for the dream she had moments before.
NO.
She refused to believe there could be any emotions that belonged to her that would cause her to act out in such a way.
That dream was...not me.
Violet sighed as she realized that she likely wouldn't be getting back to sleep.
With ease, the hero harnessed her powers of levitation, floated a few feet into the air and crossed her legs in a meditative pose. Closing her eyes, the teen brought herself to a tranquil and mindful state, something she had been training herself to do for her entire life.
Her breaths were slow and steady as she floated almost entirely motionless.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Violet visualized her surroundings. The desk across her room, the massive bookshelf at the end of her bed, the heavy curtains blocking out the moonlight.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The shelves of small artifacts and trinkets lined her walls.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
She visualized herself and how she fit in that environment.
In. Out.
How her body floated above the silken sheets.
In. Out.
How her chest heaved up and down with each breath.
In. Out.
How her breasts rocked back and forth in rhythmic movement.
In. Out.
How her mouth hung open in labored breaths.
