Disclaimer:
This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story contains explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Narev and Essex are property of Valine.
Madness and Redemption
Hours ticked by slowly as Shiloh waited for Vico to return. Her fury at finding another female in his bed had not subsided.
How could he do that to me? After everything we had shared? How could he after I had made the heartfelt admission of my love for him
? She had hoped he would feel the same, but it was more than obvious that was not the case. Vico's heart had no room in it for love, especially a love for her.
And as much as she longed to sink her poison blade into his black heart, she also knew that was not to be. He was much physically much stronger than she, and much more skilled. Her time would come, though. Revenge would be hers.
Taking a seat in one of the overstuffed leather chairs, she continued to wait. She wondered where he could be. His heavy armor was back in the armoire. So many questions rattled around in her mind, yet she had no answers forthcoming. First and foremost was how could he do that? Didn't she mean anything to him? Shiloh wiped away her tears. It became obvious to her that she didn't mean as much to him as he did to her. Shiloh didn't know why she even lingered here. Part of her knew she had to be crazy for waiting here for him. She knew a fight would ensue when he found the dead girl. She shouldn't have acted so rashly.
Shiloh returned to the altar and stared into the sightless eyes of the girl. Where was she from, she wandered. Hadn't she said that a man gave her to Vico and she'd never met him before? Her heart ached. Had he been gentle with her when he took her maidenhead and made her a woman? A sob slipped from Shiloh's lips. Her tears flowed. How could he? Somewhere deep in her heart she knew he had to have other women. Vico was a very physical person in everything that he did, from the way that he fought to the relationships he had with women to the way he dealt with everyone else. There were moments when she was given brief glances into the person beneath the brooding and the insolent grin and she cherished each and every one of them, so few and far between. She remembered that fleeting hurt look on his face when she had told him she had left his bed to find Rhys.
The need for revenge still plagued her. Her eyes fixed upon the symbols on the altar. She had never seen anything like them. They fascinated her on a level she did not fully understand. She was sure that Vico did. This was his blood stained altar. Part of her wondered why something so foul existed here in his home, but deep down she knew. He was bound to some higher power. It fueled his evil actions. Shiloh wanted that. She craved to know what that power was like.
The symbols began to move and change into something she could read. She whispered her blood oath again before repeating the words that appeared before her.
"
I pledge my very soul in exchange to right the wrongs committed against me. I take within me your power and give to you my obedience. I accept you as my lord and become your willing servant
."
Shiloh felt stronger as power tingled through her core. She drew her knife and slashed her wrist wide open, dripping the blood upon the altar. It hissed and sizzled. Dark flames consumed her and swept her away to a void of blackest pitch.
Flame flickered to life at the end of black and red tapers. She stood before an altar much like the one she had knelt before in Vico's home. But in this case, there was no body upon the altar. Silken cords crisscrossed it. She felt a... presence... join her nearby the altar. It was shrouded in darkness. Yet a familiar voice entered her head.
"
You will do nicely, my little servant. There is one more thing I require to seal our pact
."
"Tell me what I must do." Shiloh eyed the darkness before turning back to the altar. Somehow she already knew. It wanted to possess her body.
The shrouded figure materialized before her. He took the form of a very large man, at least seven feet tall, with long blue-black hair loose around his broad shoulders and piercing red eyes. He was too handsome to be true. She looked up at him and her heart beat faster. He took her hand gently rubbing her knuckles. Shiloh licked suddenly dry lips and gulped in fear. He was no bigger in height than Rhys, but his presence was much more ominous.
"Who are you?" Shiloh asked as she stared deeply into his eyes.
"
You know who I am. I am your vengeance if you but give me what I ask for. I am your conscience and your soul. I will never leave you
," he whispered to her as he swept her into his waiting arms. He kissed her long and deep until she was breathless. Then he worked his way down her body. She caressed him, yielded to his kisses. "I require that you be bound," he said softly, still kissing her.
Shiloh found it extremely hard to think. He had shot her arousal to the stars. "Bound? As in tied?" She looked deep into his red eyes. She found the thought of being helpless with him overpoweringly erotic. She looked over at the altar. It all made sense. She would show Vico. She would show them all. She smiled softly. "As you wish," she whispered, his name forming within her mind. "Bastian, I am yours, your willing slave."
He placed her gently upon the altar, which was large enough for her to stretch out completely upon. He reached and pulled the silk cords from the edge. He tied her wrists, spreading her arms over her head. Then he bound her ankles, spreading her legs wide. He began kissing and licking her body. Tasting her, arousing her. He bit gently on her hard nipples. Shiloh quivered and moaned as pleasure shot through her.
Then he moved down her body to her clitoris. His mouth and tongue stimulated her until she was writhing, moaning, straining to his lips. Then he gently bit her clitoris and she climaxed; her body rigid as wave after wave of pleasure poured through her. He knelt between her legs. Then she saw the size of him. His erect cock was enormous. Long and thick. Her eyes grew wide and she shuddered at the sight of it. Surely he would kill her with that. It would never fit inside her!
Bastian noticed her fear and kissed her gently. "
Do not fear me, little one. It will fit and you will enjoy it. You will even beg for more! Trust me
."
Shiloh eyed him, unsure of what she'd gotten herself into to. "I can't do this. Please let me go."
"
Calm yourself, my pretty one. I will not hurt you. Trust me
," he continued to soothe her, gently stroking his hands over her body. Kissing her. Caressing her. Running his tongue over her sensitive nipples and feasting upon her engorged clit. Shiloh relaxed as he brought her to her first of many climaxes. She moaned her pleasure and trembled beneath him. Boldly she met his eyes; eyes that began glowing, turning redder. He moved to enter her, letting himself swell to his full size. He positioned the hot tip just at her lower lips. He was burning hot. She was aroused, wanting. He pushed just the tip into her. Shiloh moaned. It felt like he had pushed his fist into her. He was huge! She looked up, caught by his burning red gaze.
"
You will scream for me
," he plunged his entire, long, hard, massively thick cock completely into her. She arched her back, screaming at the pain of him tearing deeper into her than she thought possible. Then he did it again and again as she thrashed and screamed. She fought the bonds as he ripped deep into her over and over.
The intense pain of him penetrating her so very hard and deep had her begging him to stop. But, in spite of it, an intense pressure steadily built within her. Her pain had shifted to a whole new level. Suddenly the pressure burst and she bucked her hips, shrieking in climax, her body throbbing, writhing as the pain and pleasure wove together into an intense, long, hard orgasm.
Her body trembled after what seemed like an eternity beneath him, but Bastian remained massively hard in her. Her eyes locked on his glowing red gaze.
"
Again
," he demanded, feeling her muscles clench around him. This time, he withdrew almost completely out of her. Only the hot, huge head of his cock remained. Then he plunged hard, twisting deep into her. She howled. Each measured thrust twisted into her, intensifying the pain-laced pleasure as she thrashed, screamed then climaxed. Over and over again until she couldn't scream any more. She could only whimper and climax. Hard, sharp, deep twisting thrusts brought his orgasm bursting into her. He pulsed burning hot, hard, deep into her.
She lay limp, quivering, and sated. He gazed down at her. "
You shall have your revenge, little one. You have pleased me more than I had hoped. I release you and lend to you my power. Use it wisely