"I'm sorry," said Lilith. "I should've warned you to keep your armour off... We've wasted all that effort you put into donning your armour."
She crouched so that she was about eye-level with Kadren.
"Beautiful..." said Lilith as she caressed Kadren's face with her long soft fingers. "I love the defiance in your eyes. Your will is incredible. I know you will become my favourite" - and there was a mad gleam in her eyes, as if a treasure she had been searching for many years was finally in front of her. "But first I must make you see reason; otherwise, all your strength and will is wasted."
Lilith's deceptively strong feminine hands ripped open Kadren's tunic to expose Kadren's chest, and those same hands began softly tracing, feeling, cupping the areas on and around her breasts. Then she grasped Kadren's face gently in her hands and kissed her.
So unexpected was the comfortable softness of the kiss that Kadren forgot for a moment to be affronted. Lilith's lips reminded her of stories about luxuriant featherbeds owned by kings and queens, where the sleeper was wrapped in clouds of heavenly warmth and dreams; and the tongue was very pleasing as well, both demonstrating desire yet not being too intrusive, darting lightly here and there to exhilarate and soothe. By the time that Kadren thought of biting the tongue as a retaliatory attack, the kiss had already finished, and the last pieces of her clothing were being torn off.
Soon Kadren's wrists were bound, and she was led by the goblinoids to an area in the fur-carpeted ground some distance away from the sleeping prisoners. She was tied to one of the three beds that Kadren had noticed before, but had not paid full attention to. These were low beds of rather good material - not quite fit for a king, yet not something to be found in a peasant's home. The bedding looked washed and clean, which Kadren, even with all that was going on, somehow did notice. As her naked body was forced onto the bed, she felt the softness of the mattress, and decided that it must have been stuffed with wool, and not straw. The length of rope attached to her bonds was tied tightly to the head of the bed. Her legs were left free, and she closed them tight. Brave though she was, Kadren felt vulnerable in being exposed so, as this was one situation that Kadren did not train for. She was more ready for death than being naked.
Lilith noticed her distress and gave a light chuckle: "Oh, beautiful Kadren. How you delight me. You need not fear. I am not so cruel. I only wish to teach you and to nurture you. I will begin your training with something that you've been yearning for. It'll be my treat to you," said Lilith with a devious smile.
Kadren did not like the sound of those words.
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Coj was there, yet he was also not really there. In trying to keep track of what was happening, he could only recall various pieces, like one might when conjuring up memories long past; some pieces were rather clear, but many pieces were rather foggy - or perhaps he chose not to remember. And he could not say what images were seen by his eyes, and which ones by his mind's eye. All in all, Coj felt like he was only a passenger, and someone else had taken over the reigns; yet he felt no desire to grab the reigns back.
He looked downwards and saw the maiden's round, fleshy bottom rippling lusciously under every heavy stroke of his hips. He saw milky-white skin, healthy and glowing, flushed or covered lightly with sweat here and there. He heard delightful yelps and moans from her that expressed pleasure, and those pleasant noises from her coaxed more and more enthusiasm from him. He recalled feeling delectable softness... of her breasts, of her backside, of her everything. He recalled moisture and wetness and warmth and heat, and how they slid, rubbed, and glided with each other, with various parts of each other, and how he had never felt so good, despite misgivings entering in and out of his mind, as he entered in and out of her; but the misgivings were fleeting thoughts, and seemed almost like somebody else's thoughts. He recalled knowing he should stop, but not having the capacity to. He recalled thoughts of Kadren, and trying to draw strength from love, but found that he was drawing from a well that was too deep, and the salvation that it held was always just beyond his reach. He knew things were terribly wrong, yet he did not care, or could not care.
How it came to be like this, he, again, could not fully recall. Coj remembered deciding to carry the naked maiden out of the cell. He remembered her protests. He remembered trying words one last time, many times, but ultimately he had to resort to physical strength. He remembered fighting the insidious magic that was hanging about, while the maiden was fighting his attempts to save them both; he remembered fighting a losing battle. He remembered trying to tie her up, with her own clothing, while trying not to hurt her. And his memory became foggier and foggier...
They became tangled up... She enjoyed his closeness, the physicality of his rescue attempt... She tried tempting him... attempting to fondle him under his leather armour, to caress him, to kiss him... He was frustrated... She was making things so difficult... He grabbed her wrists, but immediately let go when he thought he had hurt her... But she was smiling... She came up to him again... She was soft... The scent... her scent?... Intoxicating... She kept trying to get at him... kept rubbing against him... enjoying any reason to be close to him... enjoying his attempts to tie her up... He became angry... He held her down, on top of the straw... She was delighted... He became angrier... And then he grabbed her... by the shoulders first... then he grabbed her breasts... to punish her... because she kept moving his hands towards her breasts, which angered him so... She was ecstatic... He became even angrier... and he kissed her, angrily, harshly... again to punish... She enjoyed it... And she looked sublime... completely naked, except for a pretty choker on her delicate neck... And he began to enjoy as well... He punished her some more... grabbing, kissing, even slapping... lightly on her face, harder on her buttocks... And soon he found that the only way to release his anger was to punish her by giving her what she wanted... to show her how wrong she was... He quickly doffed his light armor, and shed his clothing... She helped... And then he was naked... His member was unsheathed, hard and pulsing with anger, and he wanted to stab her with it, to punish her.
And so he did. He slid inside her easily, as she was flowing with wetness, and she enveloped him, tight and warm. Over and over and over again he stabbed her, on top of her, under her, behind her, and it was extremely satisfying.
How long they continued their activities on the prison straw-bed, Coj did not know; but it must have been for quite a while, for he recalled releasing his fluid into her many times, yet he continued to be ready and aroused after each round. He was racked with pleasure each climax, and each time was more incredible than the last. She reached heights of ecstasy many times as well, more times than him, in fact, gasping, screaming, quivering, or bucking each time she did. Each time he released some of himself into her, he felt more and more of himself slipping away, until he did not belong to himself anymore. She became more alive and vigorous with each passing moment, and he knew more and more of his life was being sucked away the longer he stayed with her. He sensed the magic doing its evil work, but he did nothing about it; he could do nothing about it. All he could do was enjoy a slow pleasurable death.
But they suddenly stopped what they were doing when a husky voice was heard, saying: "Bring him to me."
Coj briefly saw a dark, piercing eye staring at him from a gemstone in the maiden's choker. He knew that the eye belonged to the puppeteer, the powerful magician he had sought to destroy, but now he wished to serve them, for the maiden desired to serve them, and Coj desired to serve the maiden.
It was also at this time that Coj noticed numerous tiny insects congregating densely on the ceiling, barely visible even to Coj's keen eyes. Buried deep amongst the fog of lust and pleasure, Coj felt a sharp tinge of regret... He sensed that the insects were the ones leaking the insidious magic, and he knew that his current circumstances could have been prevented by earlier detection of the swarm. But it was much too late now.
He was led by his new mistress through various chambers and passageways, and he followed as an obedient slave; all he wanted was to be inside her again. "Time to meet your goddess," she had said. They finally reached their destination, and he became aroused to bursting...
Welcoming him was the most sensuous creature he had ever encountered. Everything about this creature was sensual, every word she said, every movement she made, every look she gave. Every part of her was desirable, her eyes, her lips, her moonlight skin, her mounds of breast, her incredible, shapely hips - all of it screamed at him, demanding his abject admiration, demanding the most erect attention his phallus could salute, demanding every last drop of his seed and all of his essence; and he was willing to give it all to her. She was his mistress' mistress, and she was immeasurably more beautiful than his mistress, more beautiful than words could say. She was beautiful beyond imagination, beyond this world. He had found his true religion, and he would worship her, for she was his goddess.
Coj also saw Kadren, tied down, naked, shocked, vulnerable, and he felt guilt, fear, and anger in the very recesses of his mind; but those thoughts were transient and unimportant. He trusted in his goddess; she would make things better. Kadren would soon understand; she would forgive him. Once his goddess converted her, Kadren would worship as he did. They would enter paradise together.
