by Rowan Bree
The king asks, “Is he a traitor to the kingdom?”
Vale nods gravely. “Your guardsmen will recognize him from the prisons. He only escaped recently. Among his outstanding charges are public indecency, resisting arrest, belligerent drunkenness, and treason. He has been spreading the lies of the rebellion and causing unrest amongst your people. And I believe the punishment in Tyven for treason is death?”
The king strokes his beard in thought. “And if you make this sacrifice, my wife will return?”
Vale nods again. “Returned to full life as if she had never left. She will feel as though she were ill for a long time but won’t remember her death.”
A pained look appears on the king’s face. He coughs to cover it.
“Very well. I grant you permission to proceed.”
It might be a trick of the light but you think you see Vale’s eyes flash red. He smiles and rubs his hands together.
“Looks like this is the end for you,” he says to Eli, pulling a dagger from his robes.
Eli’s eyes bulge with fear at the sight of the weapon.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to gut you. Too bad Jasper’s not here to see you die.”
He raises the dagger and begins to chant. The candles in the room flare brighter and a wind stirs though there are no open windows. If you do nothing Eli is going to be sacrificed, but do you stand a chance against a room full of mages and three of the king’s guards?
Run.
Save Eli.
You let Vale leave, trusting for whatever reason the faun’s warning. The faun nods sagely. “Follow him.”
You follow Vale down the hallway and up a spiral staircase. At the top you follow him along a corridor and up another short flight of stairs, where he enters a stone archway draped with black curtains.
It is dark beyond the archway, offering you plenty of room to hide. You see a room filled with robed figures, along with some guests from the feast in their fine clothes. Red candles like those in Vale’s room are placed on different surfaces and in sconces. An open space has been cleared in the middle of the room and a familiar circular symbol carved into the stone floor. Perhaps Vale has been practicing for this moment.
“We have the sacrifice.”
One of the robed figures steps forward dragging an unconscious Eli into the center of the circle. The elf’s head lolls forward against his chest.
Vale smiles. “And where did you find this one?”
“Sneaking around outside.”
Vale snaps his fingers. Eli’s eyes flutter and he wakes with a stream of epithets for the Order. Vale silences him with an invisible gag. Eli’s arms are bound likewise by magic to his sides. His face turns purple as he struggles.
“The sacrifice is ready. All we need is your word,” Vale says across the room, to a man seated in a plush chair. He is wearing a golden crown and the finest robes coin can buy. Beside him are several stiff-looking guardsmen. They look to one another in unease but avoid the gaze of their king.
The king asks, “Is he a traitor to the kingdom?”
Vale nods gravely. “Your guardsmen will recognize him from the prisons. He only escaped recently. Among his outstanding charges are public indecency, resisting arrest, belligerent drunkenness, and treason. He has been spreading the lies of the rebellion and causing unrest amongst your people. And I believe the punishment in Tyven for treason is death?”
The king strokes his beard in thought. “And if you make this sacrifice, my wife will return?”
Vale nods again. “Returned to full life as if she had never left. She will feel as though she were ill for a long time but won’t remember her death.”
A pained look appears on the king’s face. He coughs to cover it.
“Very well. I grant you permission to proceed.”
It might be a trick of the light but you think you see Vale’s eyes flash red. He smiles and rubs his hands together.
“Looks like this is the end for you,” he says to Eli, pulling a dagger from his robes.
Eli’s eyes bulge with fear at the sight of the weapon.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to gut you. Too bad Jasper’s not here to see you die.”
He raises the dagger and begins to chant. The candles in the room flare brighter and a wind stirs though there are no open windows. If you do nothing Eli is going to be sacrificed, but do you stand a chance against a room full of mages and three of the king’s guards?
Run.
Save Eli.
You don’t want to lose yourself to the darkness, no matter the cost.
“Please save me,” you say.
“As you wish.”
You feel steady hands grabbing you and pulling you from the depths of Vale’s soul. Vale lets out a wrenching wail as you break free. You catch a brief glimpse of the room and Vale’s pitiful crumpled form before warmth and light engulf you. You don’t know what will happen to the mage, or the order, or Eli. But whatever happens it will have to be without you.
The light fades and you find yourself standing in a forest. It is still night and the moon is only a sliver between the trees. You feel oddly heavy like you’re wearing a suit of armor. The faun stands before you.
“I’ve returned you to your body,” he says. “It might take some getting used to.”
You sense the faint echo of your connection to Vale. You squeeze your eyes closed and try to recall the memories he awoke in you. But all you can remember are cold, damp corridors and droning prayers. Men in starched black robes. Furtive looks from Vale and a sense of unease.
The faun’s fingertips graze your neck as he unclasps your dress. The soft fabric slides across your shoulders.
“You need not feel ashamed in the forest,” the faun tells you. Your dress slips down past your waist and you step out of it. The air is cool, welcoming. “You are one of us now, no longer part of the human realm.”
He removes your panties and tosses them into the trees. His hands are gentle as he massages your shoulders, your back, your breasts. They glide down your stomach and across your hips. He pulls you back against him and you can feel his arousal.
The faun chuckles and turns you around. You kneel. The moss is soft and cool under your knees. You gaze up at the beast’s fierce features. There is something noble about them, but also wild. You take his cock into your hands and stroke it, feeling it grow even harder in your grip. You move your lips to the bulbous head tasting for the first time the faun’s musk. You suckle the tip as your hands continue to move up and down. How you wish you could take his whole length down your throat.
You lick your way down his shaft to his round, heavy balls. You can feel the weight of their virility as they press against your cheek. You tickle the underside of his cock with your tongue until he is dripping with your saliva. Your legs too begin to grow wet with your arousal. You move your way back up his cock to his tip and try to take as much of him in as you can. Drool drips down your chin as you press yourself onto him, but you can already feel your jaw’s flexibility maxing out. You moan in frustration.
The faun stops you with a firm but gentle hand. His eyes tell you what he wants from you. He pushes you down onto the ground. Your wet thighs slide against each other as he guides you to turn over. Your breath tickles the soft moss beneath you as you wait for him to take you.
You feel his fingers parting your pussy. One slips into the wetness, a brief tickle before the main course. He bears down on top of you and you can feel the fur of his thighs on either side of yours, the fuzz of his stomach pressing against your ass. He strokes your hair and breathes in your ear.
“My little forest nymph,” he says.
You whimper. The waiting is unbearable.
The faun slides into you and the forest goes out of focus. He is done teasing, and his thrusts come hard and deep. Your toes curl, bumping into the hard hooves on either side of you. You reach back to hold on to one of his horns.
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br /> Is it wrong that you should feel lust for such a creature? You had always heard cautionary tales of fauns in the woods, the demigods who spirited away young women into a debauched life of pure pleasure. Runaways were always talked of in such derogatory ways. To have been taken by a faun meant that one was a social outcast, more animal than human.
The faun’s thrusts grow more urgent and your body starts to tingle. Are you really going to let the beast cum inside of you? To soil you and make you wild, a creature of the forest? But he saved you from Vale. You owe him everything.
His body clenches and his warmth fills you. You come instantly, your pussy milking him greedily. He keeps thrusting even after the last drops of cum have left his cock. Eventually he slows into a regular rhythm, his cock still hard. You let your body relax, a hazy laziness filling your mind.
Epilogue.
“No,” you tell the faun, refusing his terms.
He shakes his head solemnly and disappears in a wisp of smoke.
You can feel yourself disappearing, too. Or rather sinking into the mage’s darkness like a dragon into a tar pit.
“Stop fighting, kitten.” The rumble of the mage’s voice vibrates up through your being. For a second you think you know it from somewhere.
You try to grow cold, to shut him out, but the faun was right. You’ve been consumed and it’s getting harder to tell where your soul ends and the mage’s begins.
“That’s it,” he purrs.
You feel a hot tendril of pain grow through your body as he gains control. You beg him to show you mercy but he only laughs.
“No one’s ever shown me mercy even when I begged for it. Do you want to know what torture really feels like?”
Flashes fill your mind of a fiery hellscape. You feel lashes across your back, leather splitting skin. You can hear the mage moaning for mercy, sputtering and sobbing with no sense of pride. You cry out for him to stop the vision.
“Now it’s not all bad,” he says. “Let me show you.”
Your vision clears and you find yourself looking out at the room. You can feel your hands, your feet. The comfort of a solid body. You bring your fingers up to your face. Real flesh. But the angle of the jaw is too harsh, the nose too pointed. You draw your hands from your face and find the mage’s slender fingers where you thought your own would be.
“What is this?” you ask, your voice coming out whiny and weak, but most definitely male.
The mage’s real voice rings in your head. “I’m letting hold the reins of this body we now share. Or rather, I’m holding you captive in. Be rest assured kitten this is only a momentary gift. I need to show you what things are going to be like from now on.”
You try to move the mage’s body and feel a fresh prickle of pain as it refuses to obey your command. He is in control now.
His hand goes up to the collar of his robes. You can feel the starched fabric slide past your fingertips as he undoes the clasps. He forces you to look down. His smooth abdomen is the palest white, leading down to his hairless cock. You hope that he is only toying with you, that he will soon stop and let you live out your imprisonment in peace.
He sighs. “If only it were that easy,” he says. You can feel a smile on your lips, at odds with your own feelings of panic.
The mage’s fingers trail down his own body to close around his cock. It is already hard, and you can feel the enjoyment welling up inside him at your own revulsion.
“I think you’re beginning to see all the fun to be had,” he teases as his hand begins to move up and down. You feel a knot in your stomach, his stomach, a quick clench before the warmth starts to spread from his cock.
He strokes quicker, his breath quickening. The room spins before your eyes and you close them for fear of fainting. You feel your own body coming back to you. Your female body with its welcome curves and softness, and that familiar feeling of arousal that try as you might are unable to deny.
But there is something hard here too, an unwanted feeling of fullness between your legs. You open your eyes again to find the mage on top of you, his silvery hair half-obscuring his expression.
He pauses mid-thrust and strokes your face. You think he is smiling.
“Now that I control your very essence, I can do as I please. My only limit is my vast imagination.”
You seem to be trapped within the mage’s mindscape. Your mind, body, and soul are his to play with. And you have no idea if escape is even possible.
“At least you can’t get pregnant,” the mage says, his thrusts quickening. He pinches your nipple. “Nothing I do to you in here has consequence. I can torment you all I want, push you beyond the limits of the human body.”
He pinches your nipple harder until you cry out for him to stop. He smirks and brings his hand to your throat. Your breath hitches though he applies no pressure.
“Scared, are we?”
He kisses you deeply and you can feel his cock pull out of you. Warm seed splashes onto your stomach. Still kissing you, he rubs his hand into the mess and spreads it across your body.
“I was nice this time, kitten” he whispers, a string of spit still connecting your lip to his. “Next time I won’t be.”
Epilogue.
“No,” you tell the faun, refusing his terms.
He shakes his head solemnly and disappears in a wisp of smoke.
You can feel yourself disappearing, too. Or rather sinking into Vale’s darkness like a dragon into a tar pit.
“Stop fighting, Kitten.” The rumble of Vale’s voice vibrates up through your being.
You try to grow cold, to shut him out, but the faun was right. You’ve been consumed and it’s getting harder to tell where your soul ends and the mage’s begins.
“That’s it,” Vale purrs.
You feel a hot tendril of pain grow through your body as Vale gains control. You beg him to show you mercy but he only laughs.
“You didn’t show me mercy when I was begging you on that table. Do you want to know what happened to me when the Old Ones showed up and found me in such a vulnerable position?”
Flashes fill your mind of a fiery hellscape. You feel lashes across your back, leather splitting skin. You can hear Vale moaning for mercy, sputtering and sobbing with no sense of pride. You cry out for him to stop the vision.
“Now it’s not all bad,” Vale says. “Let me show you.”
Your vision clears and you find yourself looking out at the room. You can feel your hands, your feet. The comfort of a solid body. You bring your fingers up to your face. Real flesh. But the angle of the jaw is too harsh, the nose too pointed. You draw your hands from your face and find Vale’s slender fingers where you thought your own would be.
“What is this?” you ask, your voice coming out whiny and weak, but most definitely male.
Vale’s real voice rings in your head. “I’m letting hold the reins of this body we now share. Or rather, I’m holding you captive in. Be rest assured kitten this is only a momentary gift. I need to show you what things are going to be like from now on.”
You try to move Vale’s body and feel a fresh prickle of pain as it refuses to obey your command. Vale is in control now.
His hand goes up to the collar of his robes. You can feel the starched fabric slide past your fingertips as he undoes the clasps. He forces you to look down. His smooth abdomen is the palest white, leading down to his hairless cock. You hope that he is only toying with you, that he will soon stop and let you live out your imprisonment in peace.
Vale sighs. “If only it were that easy,” he says. You can feel a smile on your lips, at odds with your own feelings of panic.
Vale’s fingers trail down his own body to close around his cock. It is already hard, and you can feel the enjoyment welling up inside him at your own revulsion.
“I think you’re beginning to see all the fun to be had,” he teases as his hand begins to move up and down. You feel a knot in your stomach, his stomach, a qui
ck clench before the warmth starts to spread from Vale’s cock.
He strokes quicker, his breath quickening. The room spins before your eyes and you close them for fear of fainting. You feel your own body coming back to you. Your female body with its welcome curves and softness, and that familiar feeling of arousal that try as you might are unable to deny.
But there is something hard here too, an unwanted feeling of fullness between your legs. You open your eyes again to find Vale on top of you, his silvery hair half-obscuring his expression.
He pauses mid-thrust and strokes your face. You think he is smiling.
“In the real world I was unable to touch you directly, but in my fantasies I do as I please.”
You seem to be trapped within the mage’s mindscape. Your mind, body, and soul are his to play with. And you have no idea if escape is even possible.
“At least you can’t get pregnant,” Vale says, his thrusts quickening. He pinches your nipple. “Nothing I do to you in here has consequence. I can torment you all I want, push you beyond the limits of the human body.”
He pinches your nipple harder until you cry out for him to stop. He smirks and brings his hand to your throat. Your breath hitches though he applies no pressure.
“Scared, are we?”
He kisses you deeply and you can feel his cock pull out of you. Warm seed splashes onto your stomach. Still kissing you, he rubs his hand into the mess and spreads it across your body.
“I was nice this time, kitten” he whispers, a string of spit still connecting your lip to his. “Next time I won’t be.”
Epilogue.