Tied in a humiliating kneeling position Nuzhah grunts in frustration. Stripped of weapons and amulets frustration leads into anger directed towards herself. Bound by magical rope she knows there was no use in trying to escape. She waited too long one miscalculation was the mistake that will cost her life. Every move was planned to the very second. Her timing was perfect, however, just as she was to escape the direction of the wind changed. Addicted to the nicotine sticks a guard took an early break catching her movement from the corner of his eye.
It is widely known why the gardens of this lord's castle were so beautiful. Her last remains mixed with the mulch did not sit well in her mind. Distracted while fighting off guards she was struck unconscious from behind. Head bowed a low growl of resentment escapes her as she watches him from beneath her lashes at the lord of the manor, Grand Wizard Kaif Biaste.
Sitting in an overstuffed chair he looks more like a queen than a wizard in his long velvet night robes. Possessing delicate porcelain skin thin lips and narrow nose he sits with the elegance of a nobleman as he absently drinks his tea. Dark smoldering eyes and long flowing hair enhance his effeminate features. She almost expected for him to snarl like a pussycat.
By the gods; he's draped in fucking bitch-ass yellow velvet! By his reputation alone he could at lest looks the part! Cutting her eyes she waits for her chance and make him pay for his insolence of existence.
Fuck, at least look like a man.
Calmly watching the woman he feels something is not right. Her eyes told him she is different from the others. Slyer than a fox, faster than a rabbit with the fighting fierceness of lioness, she would have escaped with his enchanted scrolls. It was only the change of fate that brought her here. In the morning he would have to punish the night guards. Her features are bland easily forgotten.
Square jaw-line, full lips, wide nose and dull brown eyes, short curly hair, slender neck and boyish body. Preferring his woman full figured with long hair, this wretched creature paled. Muttering her head turns away in disrespect and disgust.
His lips seem to disappear as he pressed them in anger catching her words "Bitch, am I?" "Disrespecting little cunt", a finger rises.
Uncoiling itself from a high bookcase a king cobra makes it way towards her. The movement catches the corner of her eye shifting to the source she can barely contain the panic in her eyes. Eyes widen in shock at the length and thickness of the massive creature, trembling beads of sweat dot her upper lip.
Watching in amusement he mistakes her trembling for fear he smiles as the snake begins to study her. Ruled as the most poisonous animal in the world Kaif crosses his legs in amusement. Skin flatting the hood on its head form, fangs bared it rocks side to side enchanted she also sways. The primitive thoughts of the serpent seep into her mind causing her blood to boil. "Food... warm soft flesh... fresh blood."
Her back to her capture he doesn't see the anticipation in her eyes nor her small pink tongue wetting her dry lips. Raising the second finger the snake stops, breaking the death gaze. Shoulders slumped she looks at the mage in annoyance as he questions her.
"What is your name?"
Rolling her eyes she sucks her teeth in defiance, "You are serious?"
Not surprised by her answer he weighs his options. She is defying him with such calm. Too calm focusing on her body he finds what he was looking for. A disguised illusion charm in the form of a tiny rose tattoo on her right shoulder. Concentrating he tests the walls of the spell. High quality worthy of a high court mage, she must have paid a fortune for it. It was old and deeply rooted with in her flesh; possibly created in her youth.
His interest was piqued; this one may be of some use. Watching him she could tell he found something. Triumph reflecting in his mud brown eyes a moment later she felt his probe dread filled her soul. Smirking he sits watching her, easily lifting her camouflage results with a very interesting surprise.
After the mist parts a beautiful, indignant dark half-ling kneels before him. Fine bone with dark flawless skin complimented by her blue-black hair and dark vicious brown eyes the prefect blend of dark eleven and human heritages.
The rules have now changed. She may have had some chance in surviving if he believed her to be just thieving human. Now he knew the truth, she is likely dead now.
Silently fighting desperation of the moment her eyes stray to the floor stilling her mind to pick up anything to help her escape. He probably already knows her employer. Pleading would be pointless. He will kill her now just on sheer principle. Racism between dark elves and mages still run deep in today's society.
His fingers sway lazily to the side; the snake starts to coil around her body. Falling back the reptile begins to warp itself around her cutting off her air and any means of escape. Flatting against her skin it borrows beneath her clothes, repeatedly expanding and contracting the material of her body suit falls to the ground in shreds with the rope.
Naked she whimpers as her scent fills the air. Licking his lips Kaif watches her struggle against his pet. Distractingly he can see her fluids on its skin. His eyes narrow in annoyance as his body responds to her torment. Her blood begins to simmer; watching the movements of the serpent her mind registers a familiar scent in the air.
Feeling the bony fingers of death Nuzhah uses her heighten emotions for an escape. Shifting her senses her body becomes sensitive to their surroundings. The pompous peacock is trying to contain his pleasure in her pain. Freak. Then she detects a faint odor inhaling deeply she could taste it. Only in certain circumstances could this spicy tang in the air be present. A demon. It is close a mere breath away. It is trying to surface as is trapped as within a deep well, surrounded by a soft living shell. Did this magician trap a demon? Then the rumors are true. His powers are impressive.
Where, in this room on in the house it self? Quickly looking about she sees nothing. Streaching her sense she finds nothing out of ordinary. Then slowly she focuses within the chamber. The snake was enhanced by magic but not born or infested by a demon soul. That left him, the posturing peacock in velvet. The predator plays with her giving her an opening to crawl away then wraps her up again with amazing speed. Each time she looks more terrified as she mumbles, some words he think he can decipher but then the look in her eyes of petrified panic distracts him. Her body told of hardship with callused hands and feet. Muscular thighs taper to a small waist and sweet plump ass for the taking. Her body twists almost ethereally in the black coils of his pet.
Such a tasty morsel! The sweet aroma fear rising off her skin makes his mouth water. Death would be messy and then he would have to call a Necromancer to resurrect her. Just to repeat the torture. Would she be able to quench such appetites? Bind her? No, her will, shall be sweet nectar to savor.
Surprised at his own thoughts he scowls. Knocking her down the beast threatens her with fangs. Rising he utters a command. Just as it moves for the killing strike it stops releasing his prey. Cornered against the wall she trembles trying to cover herself. His blood boils as his conquest cowers before him like so many others. She will cringe at the mere mention of his name if he permits her to live. Hovering over her a sneer of triumph lights his face.
"Your name!"
Her reaction to his changing human /demonic voice is instant. Gone is the soft aristocrat tremble cracking to the deep base of his beast. Jerking against the wall she curls tighter into a ball. Giving him a clear view of her dark thatch. Such fine skin on a retched creator, high breasts with large tempting dark nipples. Curls that wrap around her pointed ears enhance her exotic face. Stammering she confesses her name. Her full lips tremble as her eyes plead for mercy. His mind was spilt to be rid of her or just ride her. His body began to hum with the power over her. The irises of his eyes began to darken as his lips spread to a lecherous smile.
"Then proceed as your name dictates. If I am satisfied you may live another day."
Crawling on hands and knees toward him she grunts submissively parting his robe she gently handles his erection in her small hands. Licking his sack she works the engorged muscle into her small mouth. His fingers plow through her silky curls. The vibrations of her hums begin to further fracture his control over his beastly nature.
His soft artistic hands begin to harden into leathery pads and fingernails grow into menacing claws. Between the pleasure of her mouth and the pain of his transforming body he growls. Roughly grabbing her hair he drags her to the bed throwing her against the mattress. With the flick of his wrist the creature disappears.
"You shall submit to my every command half-ling."
Emotions war within him. His analytical side questions his actions as the beast within him roars for flesh. The situation was not what he expected. His hold on her hair tightens bring her face close to his, "I shall send you back a quiver mass of flesh to your employer."
