Realization of my surroundings slowly creeps into my groggy mind as I emerge from the foggy realms of sleep. I find myself secured at the wrists to two very familiar stone pillars, arms stretched to their limits, bare toes hardly touching the marble floor. I hear his voice; heavy laden with shades of what is about to come.
"You are eager," He rumbles, breathing deeply, "Goooood." He draws the word out as he slowly exhales. "I like your spirit."
I become aware that he is circling me eye boring into me like predator to prey. I can feel his steel cold gaze reaching into my soul. I raise my head to look boldly into his eyes as he stops directly in front of me. There is an evil smirk on his face. It is a face I know well.
He is holding a leather strap and I do not need to be told what is about to come my way. I have been bound naked, as before. In answer to his smirk I return him a defiant, challenging look of my own. He raises one eyebrow, then circles to the back and I soon feel the erotic stings of the leather as he brings it full force down across my buttocks and legs. Involuntarily, I draw in my breath deeply as my body sways to the lashings. I bask in the pleasure of his punishment.
How long this goes on I do not know for I find myself drifting once again into an unremembered sleep. When conscious thought returns to me again I find myself lying on the same purple velvet draped coffin where I first felt my Lord's might as he entered me, body, mind and soul. My gown was replaced on me and I first thought I had imagined the punishment but as I sat up on the stone hard coffin I could feel the pain left from the lashing. A pleasant yet unpleasant sensation... I grinned.
Unsure of what to do next I rise, crossing to the cauldron that is ever boiling over the hearth with the same cinnomony nectar I partook of before. Ladling myself a cup I drank deeply, savoring its warmth and taste. The ever-familiar light dizziness came to me once again. Soon I heard his voice inside my head.
"Come" He whispered raspily, "you know where."
And I did, for without hesitation I turned and climbed the rocky stairs to the surface of the Mausoleum and emerged out into the dark deserted cemetery. My feet knew the path for I did not even have to think of the direction. Turning toward the deeply shadowed woods I walked as with purpose. I knew what awaited me there and I was indeed eager to encounter it. Looking over my shoulder to the right I could see the moon in its fullness. It was red... A blood moon; I knew the time was nigh.
In knowing this some would call me sick, some insane, either way I wanted this meeting more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life. It was someone, something I had encountered before and was left wanting, ever awaiting its dark return. It fulfilled me, completed me and my life had ever been in need of such completeness.
As I walked I could smell the damp vegetation from the most recent rains. The leaves were soft and slippery under my bare feet. Twigs lightly snapped at my passing but I could hear others too, snapping in the shadows of these ancient forests, first to the right of me, then off to the left, now in front, and again behind. He... IT was circling once again and I was its prey. My heart raced at this thought and I quickened my pace.
Soon I broke the small clearing, which held His/Its stony altar. I turned round and round as a child playing a game, straining my eyes into the darkness trying to catch some small sight of my master. Then without warning I was bowled over by His huge form as he pounced from the shadowy depths of its domain. He/It roared, though out of anger or triumph I could not tell for I was forced to the ground so brutally that I cried out involuntarily as my head rapped the hard earth.
He/It rolled me over and I could smell it's feted breath as it loomed over my face. He said nothing, only held me down by one shoulder and I could feel the pinprick of its pointed claws as he gripped me there. He brought the other clawed hand up slowly and allowed one of the razor sharp tips to gently caress the lines of my cheek, down to my chin and on to around my throat. With a sudden sharpness he closed his hand around my neck, squeezing, not hard enough to strangle me but yet too hard for comfort.
I only grinned with an evilness of my own as He/It lowered his face to mine and covered my mouth with his. My mouth opened willingly as I felt his overly long tongue seek entrance there. I raised an arm and laced my fingers into the long fur like mane behind its head as we drew each other's tongues into our mouths. I could sense his pleasure for I could feel the rising in his lower regions and was rewarded with the feel of his other clawed hand as it traced down between my breasts to hook onto the bodice of my gown.
With one quick motion I felt it firmly hook its claw and yank, ripping my gown deftly from my body. I was once again completely naked before this Demon Beast. I found it very arousing and became even more so as I felt his claws slowly trace up the insides of my legs, up my thighs to that most sacred part of my body. My legs opened to Him for I knew, as from before, He/It owns me.
It's hot rough fingers stopped just short of entering there and He/It raised its head, looking deeply into my eyes.
"No," It said with a multi-toned voice. "I long for the chasssssseeeee." And with that he jumped abruptly off me, allowing me to rise.
