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DeArmound and the Sage
DeArmound was trapped inside a world of darkness; a place of never ending silence, where light never descended, and where no other dared venture. He somehow knew that his violent death had trapped him here. Deep inside, where the insanity had yet to claim him, he could still feel the confusion and betrayal of his soul; which bound him to this place like chains cast up from the blackest depths of hell.
He knew that a part of his soul was no longer his own. The darkness had begun to seep inside, filling his degrading mind with thoughts of madness and torment. It was a dark voice that was no longer that different from his own. Maybe they were one in the same. He no longer knew.
Escape was something he no longer fantasized about; for that frivolous dream had been crushed under the weight of a seemingly endless time. Yet still he waited. The darkness often whispered to him, "They will come for you." This may be his insanity trying to toy with his last threads of stability, or it could be the last breath that kept him from drowning.
Either way, he waited.
Then he felt it. A tug, something unseen pulling at his body.
For the first time in his lost memories, he felt his back hit something solid. He could feel a cold stone surface making contact with his skin. His arms were forced wide, followed by his legs, and he had to grind his teeth to keep from screaming as the jagged stone caught his skin.
Light exploded around him, blinding him. He tried to pull his arm up to shield his sensitive eyes, but the attempt was futile. Blinking rapidly, he began trying to adjust to the blistering light. Slowly, he took in sights of fire and land. The glowing, fluorescent flames illuminated tall grasses that danced and beckoned his hungry gaze.
He was once more in his own body. He could feel, he could see, but he wasn't foolish enough to give into relief.
All too soon he realized where he was. Rage built up inside of him. A force so strong he didn't dare try to control it. He fought his restraints desperately trying to get free. He didn't want to be here! He didn't want his soul to have to relive such agony, to once more look upon the same sights he'd believed were his last. His soul cried out, amplifying his rage, as he attempted to summon his powers.
"This one will actually be fun." A woman spoke from beyond the fire's light. Her voice was soft, a mellifluous caress washing over him.
He halted in his struggling, trying to focus beyond the wall of flames surrounding him, but all he could see were the dancing grasses.
"What is your name, tormented one?" Her voice came from all around him, causing him to fight back a surge of panic.
Why was he here?
The flames did not flicker, and the grass seemed to pause in its dance, as if they awaited his answer.
"My name is DeArmound."
A cool breeze brushed over his body, and without a sound the woman appeared before him. She wore nothing, expect for a silken red sash that was tied around her hips. Her long black hair fell down her shoulders, the tips swayed like the grass beyond, around her hips.
The thick fall of her hair did nothing to hide the swell of her breast. The burgundy of her nipples was a dark contrast to the paleness of her skin, but the sight was breathtaking.
His eyes shot up to hers as she moved closer. Her smile was lustful, her lips swollen, as if they were calling out for him to bite and tease. Her eyes were bright red, with obsidian swirls that pulled him further into her spell. Her gaze roamed over every inch of his skin; summoning a burst of arousal he had no hope of ignoring.
DeArmound was shocked to feel himself become so demandingly hard, but as her knee came down beside his on the stone surface the shock drifted into a distant corner of his mind. He watched, speechless, without thought, as she climbed up his body. Her breast swayed with her body's movements, her hair slid off her shoulders to fall down onto his skin, and he feared he had lost his sanity.
Her hands landed beside his shoulders, and she lifted herself up until she was straddling him. She arched her body, hands stretching into the air, her hair cascading down over her creating a display of such beauty all DeArmound could do was stare. His awe was mind consuming. His thoughts captivated, taken over.
She was the only thing he could see.
The only thing he could feel...
Her hands went to her face and then began sliding down. She traced her fingertips down over her throat, loving her own skin with the softest of touches, and then trailed them further down to the tops of her breast.
Another surge of arousal had his cock so painfully hard it throbbed with every breath he took. His hips jerked forward on their own accord, and her fingertips grazed her hardened nipples. She moaned at the contact, gridding her hips down onto his hardened shaft. Her head fell back and she rubbed herself against him, the only thing separating them was the sash she'd tucked between her legs.
He wanted to rip it off! That sash was going to be torn into shreds as soon as he got free of this. He jerked his arms again, but the chain cuffs didn't falter. His mind was screaming out for him to touch her.
Her gaze shot down to his, stilling his movements. She moaned again as she plucked her nipples. He watched in painful awareness as she bit down on her bottom lip while squeezing the hard tips, and rolled them between her fingers. DeArmound wanted to scream, demand that she release him so he could put those glorious breast in his mouth.
She leaned forward, one of her fingers landing on his lips silencing the demands he'd not yet spoken. Her other hand then trailed down her stomach, once more tracing over her skin. She also began trailing her fingers over his skin with her feather light touch. Leaving his lips, she wandered down his chin, over the prickle of his neck, and down his chest.
"You are a Hexan--a hunter controlled only by the God that created you." Her hand continued down his chest until it met her other hand at the connection of their bodies. She once more scanned her gaze up and down him, and the tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her lips. "Legends of your kind were told to my people as stories to be feared. You were ruthless," her hand went to the knot of her sash, "unstoppable," she began tugging, "and never gave up the hunt until your prey was dead."
The sash fell, the cool silk felt almost scalding to his boiling skin. She gripped the ends of the sash, and began sliding the material back and forth over his swollen cock. Then he watched as she spread her legs wider. He could see the dampness of her arousal glisten as she opened fully to his gaze. She tossed the sash aside, and he realized he was shacking with his need.
The first contact of her wetness on his shaft made him groan, and his hips arch towards her heat. She leaned forward, rubbing her clit on his swollen head. They both moaned, as she clung to her breast, and he pulled harder against his restraints.
She coated him in her arousal as she continued to slide back and forth on him. Her hips worked, lunging her body forward, making those breast bounce; a beauty which still overwhelmed him.
"I'm going to take you into my body, tormented Hexan." She spoke on a moan, her voice like a song. She reached between them and took his cock in her hands. "I'm going to welcome you inside of me, and in return you will do as I bid."
