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The setting could be now, the future, or perhaps the past.
It involves the main character, Anais, your generic college student, who gets caught in a hidden shadow war between powerful users of Arcane Arts like Sense, Time, Form. She is certainly a most useful prize to the Arcanists as she is an unawakened Catalyst.
What is a Catalyst you say?
A Catalyst can, after mating with one who wields the Arcane Arts, be a channel for the skills of that Arcanist. The catch is only an Arcanist can utilize her power. As a result, Catalysts end up as slaves to powerful magical warlords.
Throw in a cursed succubus, and The Demon Goddess of Dark Song, and you have an interesting serial tale.
The first installment, Willmaster is enclosed with this letter. I hope you enjoy this early example of my works. Contact the author at wayvyrn@uniserve.com
Thank you...
~Aramus Wayvyrn
She was of slim build, yet not emaciated like the models in the vogue of her time. She had blond hair, which she kept dyed brown. She always dressed neat, and exuded an aura of purity and yet sensuality. She lived alone in a house near the college at which she studied. She was the perfect girl according to some, harlot to others. Her reputation held the standard duality of those women who keep their privacies private. She didn't enjoy men's company... to her they were animals, always trying to test if the rumours of her sexuality were true, adding a few rumours of their own regardless of any actual conduct. She didn't enjoy being alone either, the cold lonesome nights she spent thinking of imaginary perfect men.. Who would warm her bed by warming her imagination. This night was as dark as the last, the thin crescent moon having long descended into the horizon, the lights of the campus and the haze of the city air covering any stars' illumination. This night, this Monday night, was a night for her and her alone... and she would spend it pampering herself. She started it by looking in the mirror...
"Anais, my friend, you have got to get out your rut," she said to the reflection in the mirror. She always spoke to her reflection, the only one who understood her, knew her pain. Sometimes she wondered if the reflection was a separate world, and if that girl who looked so much like her had a different life when the separated from their closeness in the bathroom. She sighed... and got ready for her shower.
She unbuttoned her blouse, undid her bra. They fell lightly to the floor. She unzipped her skirt which too fell to the floor. She smiled to herself, the fact she wore no underwear. It was her naughtiness, for her and her alone. She turned the faucet of the shower, letting the cold water flow while she gathered her soaps and shampoos. She stepped into the shower.. not bothering to lock her door so that she could hear the phone or the doorbell. She stood in the water spray... letting the water flow over her naked body. She entertained the idea of her Perfect Man, his hands caressing over her quivering body just as the water caressed. She felt his hands run over her breasts, down her belly, between her legs. In her mind she imagined her saying "Please, no" as she opened her legs in offering to his touch. She felt the imaginary hand on her sex... piercing within... she smiled at the prospect of surrender to her perfect man. Her imagination this evening was vivid, and she reveled in it... she felt the fingers pinch her nipples... her breath quick and her moans deep... she bent forward, leaning on the shower wall as she imagined him entering her cleft, taking her sex and claiming her for his own pleasure. This was turning out to be a good shower.
She screamed in climax... her body shaking as she thought of his phallus invading her.. impaling her again and again... her shower door was partially open, her eyes open to look at her reflection. "Fuck, she's having as good a time as I am..." The woman in the mirror pushed back against her imaginary lover... feeling the same as his phantom hands slide sensually up her belly. The reflection's breasts moved and her back arched as the hands moved up to Anais's own breasts... A scream of pleasure, the orgasm all-encompassing; if only the men in her real life could pleasure her as much as this phantom from her mind. Her eyes widened, of in the mirror, a pair of hands closed around her breasts... again she looks after the shock of her own nipple being squeezed subsides; her suddenly beating heart pumped adrenaline through her body... for she was not imagining this man any longer...
Forward she jumped, turning around quickly. A man stood before her, her imaginary man, his non-imaginary penis wet and slick, from the taking of her sex.
"Who are you?" She blurts out... silent from shock and residual rut.
"Does it matter?" His smile curls into one of dark sin. His eyes are as dark, twinkling with the light that only the truly wicked can produce.
She tried to answer, but she couldn't... images flood her mind, of him penetrating her over and over again, of her fucking him any and every way she can. She couldn't avoid those thoughts, instead she tried desperately to think straight enough for survival. "I'll... I'll call the police... even if you rape me and leave, I will call the police and you will be put in jail."
"The police can't do this."
He placed his hand on her sex again, her entire lower body paralyzed from her waist down... her only sensation she had that of her sex being touched sooooo deliciously. She gave into the temptation for a second, her hips moved on his hand, first slow, then faster. He simply smiles.
"Feel the heat radiate from your sex, Anais... become one with it... and remember that only I can give you that."
She moaned, lost in his words, she grabbed onto his penis and began to pump her hands over it, his hands stopping resting at his sides.
"Noooo..." She moaned with what little thought she has.
"Serve me well enough and you will feel more then my finger in your flesh."
Her only thought was to serve this man. Hands explored his penis... she looked at the invasive probe... she bent down before him, the shower still dripping, her mind clouded by sex and the desire to serve him, she took the penis into her mouth. She sucked on his sex, taking as much of him into her mouth as possible, her tongue moving around his head as her finger moves against her clit. She felt sooo empty, only by pleasing him will she be fulfilled. She sucked hard on the penis, her tongue flicking on the end... kissing it lovingly, looking up at her master, her eyes pleading for forgiveness.
He hauled her up swiftly, the penis coming out of her mouth with a loud smack as she kept trying to suck him to the last second. He held her up in the air, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He pressed his penis into her... holding her up as he plundered her virtue. She felt his shaft within her, moving against all the right places; screams of orgasm loud and long as every move he did multiplying within her 10 fold. His face not flinching or moving, silent, even as his climax floods her, his rod pulsating it's load within her flesh. He sets her down gently, and as she knelt, her legs spreading instinctually as her knees touched the ground.
He walks out of the shower stall... out the bathroom door.
Anais knelt on the floor of the shower, the golden waves of glow over her body. She blurted out the only thing she had the power left to say.
"Who... are you?"
"Does it matter? I will return again. Know me not by my name but by the feeling of my sex penetrating within you. The feel it's head rubbing against your G-Spot over and over again as you scream in bouts of ecstasy most mortals never experience. That is my True Name, and the one by which you will remember me by."
The man disappeared into the darkness of the house. Anais checked her doors and windows... all remain locked, no evidence of entry. She sits still... her desire that to hear him speak his True Name once more... just once more.
She sat in her calculus class, bored as usual by the numbers and symbols and formulae for things she knew she'd never need to calculate. This boy kept staring at her. It unnerved her, especially after the dream last night. Had to have been a dream, she kept telling herself that it didn't happen... that she imagined it all... but damn she had a good imagination that night. And that boy kept leering at her. She thought that he was a bit attractive but doubted that he was good enough for her. She had high standards. You had to in life. She'd tell herself this while she was alone. "Miss DuBoire... I'm Jonathan... " the boy... actually a young man, but they were all boys to Anais.
"Call me Anais, please," she said in the cool tone that they taught young girls was ladylike and didn't make the gentlemen think you were easy.
"Anais.... listen... I want to know if you wish to go out tonight, to dinner?"
Anais pondered the offer. He seemed nice enough. But they all did, at first. She decided to go on the date. "I would love too." At the worst, it would be a free dinner.
The bell rang for the period to end. She gathered her books and pencils and her mirror. She looked in the mirror. She stared back. "As long as I have you, everything is just fine." She walked to the local cafeteria, the one in every college, the one that always serves the best burgers in the world.
She looked in the mirror again, and saw someone standing behind her, a dark, evil looking man. She turned around and saw no one, only women and their boyfriends eating food off of each other's fingers. She turned back to her own meal... finishing it.. getting this feeling of being watched
She walked to other classes, and through out her day she caught glimpses of this dark stalker... but she'd look and see the normal crowd. She was frightened, she was sure some rapist was after her, stalking her. She kept in crowded areas and well lit ones at that. Anything to prevent the dark stalker from claiming her as a sexual conquest.
She was relieved then when the time for that date arrived. The stalker was nowhere to be seen when she walked in the restaurant, only a well dressed Jonathan waiting at a table. Early. Punctual. Anais liked that.
They sat through their meal, discussing nothings and somethings and everythings. Their hands intertwined as they looked into each others eyes. Her hand slipped under the table as she moved her chair closer to Jonathanís. His hand rested on her knee... Anais would have jumped in fear if it weren't for the simple fact her hand had already made its journey up his thigh. She unzipped his fly... right there in the restaurant... he stifled a moan as her hands went into his jeans... she lightly and teasingly stroked his penis, her finger running over the head. They were so seated that no one could see them... she squeezed his manhood as the waiter came with the desert menus.
John would not put up with this treatment. In punishment, his own hand crept up Anais's thigh. She'd already been wet from the excitement of teasing John, his fingers contacting her sex only made the feeling more so. Her nipples began to visibly grow erect as his finger tickled within her, he began to have sex with her in the restaurant... only using their hands. Anais stood still and quiet, an orgasm rocked her body, but she didn't move.. instead she squeezed John's penis harder... pumping it faster.
She moved up to John's ear, whispering breathily "John, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm leaving with that horny man over there." She looked at some old 78 year old codger. John laughed as he did up his fly. He left twice the bill on the table as they scooted out of there...
They arrived at John's apartment. It was darkly decorated, black, sparse. There were candle about, lit. As soon as the door closed her lips where on his, exploring his mouth with her tongue, pinning him to the door. She almost tore into his clothes, she was ready for him know, the idea of foreplay forgotten in the animal lust. He calmly removed her blouse, bra and skirt, they fell to the floor with little noise... she stepped backwards... holding onto Jonathanís shaft.... using it as a leash for her new pet.
She lay back on the couch behind her, pulling him on top of her, her lips and his again in torrid discourse. She still held his penis, pumping it as she pantomimed moving her hips over it, bringing it closer and closer with each undulation. She started rubbing her sex against it, feeling the head of his rod move up and down her slit. She wanted him deep in her... but she wanted him so powerless in lust that he had no choice but to please her hungers. She teased his rod... sliding her clitoris over it... her own passion mounting, her moved her hips up and slid him into her, savoring the slow feeling of the sweet entry.
She screamed in ecstasy a small orgasm waved through her body like a small tidal wave... her eyes closed in pleasure, they opened again, looking up at someone else...
The sex even felt different, the proportions were wrong, her sex-hazed mind still fucking this person who looked familiar. She looked and saw the dark stalker, his hard penis invading her. She tried to scream but no sound came out... she was helpless as the penis kept pushing into her... she screamed in pleasure and pain as he nibbled on her nipple... she gasped as he flipped her on her belly, using her ass to push farther into her. Each thrust was exquisite, she began pushing back onto him, not knowing who he was, not caring. She cried a cry of release, her eyes looked up... there was Jonathan looking down at her, naked and erect, even as she bucks against this stranger.
"You fuck anyone won't you?"
Her reaction was that of shame, she felt dirty. But that dirty feeling only drove her further, she started grunting animalisticly, pushing back again the stalker again and again.
"...yes...."
"You'd probably even fuck two men at once."
"....please..."
Anais was crazed with lust, she only want to feel penetrated, violated, titillated, desecrated. Jonathan lay down, and Anais crawled over him, licking her tongue along his penis as she moved, her breasts around his penis as they moved by, until her mouth was on Jonathanís mouth and tongue around Jonathanís tongue. The stranger behind her pushed into her again, quick and sharp, she screamed again, long beyond orgasms and reduced to pure sexual release. She opened her eyes from the kiss and looked down, looking back up at Anais was a woman.
Anais felt the strange woman's breasts against hers, the strange woman exploring Anais's body, her breasts, lightly over her nipples, a gentle touch, moving down to Anais's swollen clitoris. The man was still behind her, still suffusing Anais's reality with his sex. Anais screamed in orgasm one last time as the strange man flooded her with his orgasm... She collapsed on the woman, turned and saw Jonathan. She slept in there arms that night, as their hands moved and teased, as the partners changed. She didn't know who she was going to wake up with anymore...
He believed that everyone was either a slave or master to everyone else. He sat back in his chair, the fireplace beside him warm on his side as he looked out into the night. Tonight was an important night, the night where all the strings of fate tighten, and the path of but one string determines whether the Tapestry bundles into a chaotic knot or unravels into orderly strings. Tonight was the night, and he knew that he would control that one string. "Matthew," a male voice said softly behind him, "You spend too much time concerned about these trifles. Just destroy the problem, and be done with it."
"Sade, my friend, we are not the mindless killers and rapists that you enjoyed so much in your day. We operate peaceably. Remember the lessons hard learned, the middle road is best."
"Weak whelp, you will learn the true power of my ways soon enough. And never forget that I am your master. If we do not get results your way soon, then we will try my path."
Sade left which relieved Matthew fully. He never really trusted Sade, suspected he was up to some fiendish plot. That Sade was a sick fucker, and when I am Master here, he will be purged.
He looked to the shadows formed in the fireplace, the flickering ever-changing dark chaos that reflected his mind right now. He thought of the "string", the woman he had visited so many times before, had tasted her sex in her dreams and in her reality. She fantasizes about me even when I'm not the one willing it, he thought to himself. And she doesn't even know I exist.
He knew of the Other's interference. He had hoped that it wouldn't be as soon, but he was ready regardless. Hjilheu, the assassin. She never failed him in the past, and wouldn't in the future
As if responding to his thoughts, he felt a stir in his loins. Hjilheu was a dangerous one. She killed for pleasure, but her method of killing was unique. She was a demon of sorts, and killed through sex. Matthew knew of the dangers of lust for the demon, yet still he thought of her milking his seed as she stole his life's breath. But he knew how to protect against the succubus. She could not kill unless the victim consented to the sex.
He imagined her hands pumping up and down his shaft, lovingly, caressingly. His eyes closed as he pictured the beautiful demon wrapping her lips around his penis, suckling so nicely on its head. His eyes opened as he pictured the demon leaving kiss after kiss on his shaft, taking it in her mouth again, tongue moving over the shaft, tasting every inch. He was not surprised when he saw Hjilheu kneeling before him, her lips suckling out his resolve. Her head moved up and down as her hand moved over the shaft. She kisses the stem, then back up to the head, her tongue slowly leaning against it.
She got up, her voluptuous naked body before him. She pushed him to the chair, straddling him, his penis in her hands. She rubbed it against her clitoris, her button hardening against his sex. she arched her back and moaned as she buried Matthewís face in her chest. "Matthew, fuck me...." she moaned, hungry to feel him enter her.
"No, demoness." Matthew responded, his resolve firm, for this day. "I do wish to survive another day."
"I wouldn't kill you. If you pleased me enough, I'd even let you have me a second time. Maybe then I'd kill you." She smiled a sweet innocent smile. She always looked innocent, almost angelic, even as her sex moved over her victim's manhood, up until the last breath.
"I need you to do me a favor, Hjilheu, and not of the sexual kind. Not for me anyways."
"Well there is a cost to such things... I will need a favor from you in the future." She lay Matthewís penis on his stomach, moving over it, the smell of her arousal filling the stale room air.
"As per our usual arrangement. I need you to... work your skills on a couple of Shifters."
She cooed delightedly, pressing her clitoris on Matthewís shaft. "A Shifter? I haven't had one of those in me for a month...."
"The girl must be allowed to live. But the two, Jonathan and Walker must be destroyed."
"It shall be done, Matthew." Her lips came up to meet Matthewís, her blue eyes meeting his... her tongue moved out to taste Matthewís... and she was gone, turned into a sweet smelling smoke, like roses.
Matthew muttered some profanities to himself. Some wizards get cats, he thought, some get imps, I have to get the Whore of Babylon. He smiled. He did love his life.
He got up from his chair and wrapped his robe around him. He did have a job to do, and he took to it with great pleasure and relish. He opened the door of his study and walks down the long corridor to the Infirmary, the area reserved in this place for the bouts of mental sickness that so often plague the practitioners of the True Arts.
He looked at his charge list and noted an name he'd never seen before. A stranger. An outsider.
"Who the hell is this woman?"
"Elizabeth? The Northern Reach Library sent her here. She came in contact with an incubus, they say, but her circle destroyed the demon before her life was taken. Her mind has been locked in psycho-sexual mindscape ever since. Considering that's your specialty, they decided to refer her here, to you, the Library of Pleasure's best mindmender."
"Well, they will owe me some small favor then. But I'll do it."
Matthew was still flushed after his contract negotiation. He walked down the stone corridor until he reached Elizabeth's cell. He looked in the room. He saw the poor woman chained to the cold wall, her naked chest against it. Her body was writhing in some form of agony, which Matthew recognized immediately as desire. Matthew nearly cried a tear for the poor woman. She was stuck in a mindscape where all she could think of was sexual release. Any other thought was impossible to one in that state. Matthew had seen this many times before.
Matthew opened the cell door, and walk up to Elizabeth. He stood behind her... out of her view.
"Elizabeth? My name is Matthew."
"Math-ew?" Her breathing was heavy, charged, she began trying to rub against the cold stone, hoping to get some small satisfaction from it.
"Yes Matthew. I am here to help you." He sniffed at the air. It was filled with her pheromones. He smiled. This one will be easy.
She looked back at Matthew. He wore the black robes of his station, red mystic symbols around his arms. All she could see was a possible deliverance from her sweet suffering.
"Help... me... pleeeeeease..." She spread her legs open a bit, her back arched in offering to the magus.
He smiled. He opened his robes, still erect from before. His hands moved around Elizabeth, feeling her breasts under his fingers. He worked his best spells during sex, he needed the rush of energies to power vast alterations of reality and mind. Such magics were necessary for Elizabeth, reasoned Matthew, and the cure is as sweet for the patient as for the healer.
She pushed against him.. wanted to feel him enter her... needing the feel of him in her. He complied, taking his rod and gently moving it into his patient. She screamed in ecstasy, immediately pushing back into him, her motions in the sex violent, hungry, bestial. He started channeling the energies flowing through him, the growing heat at his loins and sex flowing into his mind, then into hers, righting the wrongness, sanctifying the holy sex act, removing the desecration from her soul. The energies grew as his penis moved ritualistically in and out of the shaking, undulating woman. He felt the energies grow until they demanded release. Connecting his energy with his sex's release, he pushed pure healing power into her mind, filling her with his seed and he filled her with his psychic medicine. She screamed, her orgasm echoing back into him, he attuned his mind to it, feeling her body's sensation as he felt his own.
His healing act complete, he stepped away from the woman, willing her into unconsciousness. He retied his robes, opened the cell door, and walked to the guard on staff.
"Send her back to Northern Reach. She will be fine. If she suffers any relapses, send her to me."
"Aye sir."
He went back up to his study, looking out the window into the night. His mind turned to the woman, the one who would be the hub of all....
The Priests of the Dark God came to her door one afternoon. They looked like any other modern missionaries, the ones who go from door to door proselytizing about this way seeing God, or that way of Praying to God, or to not celebrate this holiday, or to celebrate this other one. They were different, however. A Priest of the Dark God would research the person they wanted to convert, find out their secrets. their desires. They came in their suits and ties armed with knowledge and offerings. The preaching from one of these missionaries was hard to ignore. Balseraph knocked on the door of Jennifer Madison.
"Who is it?" The quiet voice within answered hesitantly, frightened. The voice was nervous, high pitched, afraid.
"We are Messengers from God, Miss and we wish to speak to you."
"I already go to church, Gentlemen.. good day."
"But miss.. we are not here to guilt you into joining our church. We merely wish to ask of a favor."
"...well... all right... but if I get uncomfortable, out you go."
Jennifer opened the door, she looked at the men who were already removing their coats. They looked over dressed, more like a business meeting that a door to door presentation. She liked the look of these men. Clean cut. Young, but not boyish. Virile. They looked like they had status in the world. Not like herself she thought.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Kenneth Balseraph." Balseraph offered his hand, his smile simple and congenial. Jennifer took the hand, and she began to shake. Touching his arm did something to her, something that never happened before with her. As she touched the hand, her arm felt a shiver of electricity crawl up, moving to her chest where it began to heat up and suffuse her entirety. She smiled; she couldn't help it.
Jennifer sat down in her chair, motioning for the others to sit down on the couch. She was glad to see this Kenneth fellow sit next to her.
"Jennifer, what do you think about sin?"
This question took her by surprise. No hello, no whether, immediately with the sin-talk. Jennifer was not impressed.
"I don't know what you mean?" The best answer. Keep the preacher preaching, and he won't notice when you've fallen asleep.
"I mean, what is sin, exactly?"
This one was not going to let her get away with a simple smile and nod. "Well... it's when you go against the Word of God."
"Really? And what exactly is the Word of God?"
"Well, it's... it's like when you steal. That's against God's rules."
"So, all sin then is anything against the Ten Commandments? And anything else isn't? So if someone were to say, attack an old lady for fun, that would be okay because there is no Commandment 'Thou shalt not beateth Old Ladies?'"
"Well, no I mean, that's a sin, I know that from church."
"Well then, sin must then be anything the Church says is sin. Is that what you mean?"
"Well, yes, I guess. you know, Wrath, Gluttony, Avarice and all that."
"Lust."
"Yes, Lust too."
"Are you a sinner, Jennifer?"
"Well, no, I mean, I'm a good person, I'll go to heaven."
Balseraph leaned in closer to her, he put his hand lightly on her knee, looking into her eyes. Jennifer felt that electricity again, flowing up her leg, through her loins. She breathes a bit heavier, not wanting his hand to move, but not wanting to be a sinner either. Jennifer was caught between her need to advance her instinct and her need to advance her esteem.
"But, Jennifer. Do you feel lust?"
She almost whimpered, that soft voice soothing, yet accusing. She simply looked in his eyes. Something about those eyes demanded truth. They demanded the inner truth that even she dared not admit. She could only nod, help rapt in those eyes.
Kenneth motioned to the two others. They silently left, leaving him and Jennifer alone with her sinfulness. Balseraph continued to stare into Jennifer's soul. He smiled. "Does your church condemn lust?"
"...yes..." She could only whisper, her voice gone, dry with shame and desire.
"My church does not."
Jennifer looked at him, her pupils fully dilated. Kenneth's hand moved slowly up her thigh, feeling her flesh heat beneath his touch.
"...sir, I did not invite you in to be molested by a man of God."
"But would you be pleased if I left? I know you Lust for my touch, Jennifer. I feel your Lust under the surface, even as my hand slides up further I feel the heating of your sex, waiting for my hand. You think you want to live a life of sinlessness, and yet even no your body cries out for release. You are begging for me to touch you more, with my other hand, exploring your body, making you feel sensations only Lust can bring."
She tried to tell him no, to leave and never come back... but she couldn't. He was right, and she knew it. She pleaded with her eyes for more. But she couldn't let go completely. She couldn't... but she already had.
"What do you want with me?"
Balseraph stood up, he kneeled on her chair, over her legs, hand moving up her inner thigh, pulling her dress up, his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly as she gave a small inaudible moan.
"I want your flesh, Jennifer. I want to feel your Lust writhing under me, serving my every whim. I want your flesh in service to my God, where you can Lust and sin in his name, and be the blessed whore you've always wanted but were afraid to admit."
At this, his hand rested on her womanhood, feeling her wetness beneath his touch. He felt her lips through her moist underwear, she writhes and moaned under his touch, running her hands over her chest, wanting more, needing more, more of his sinful touch. She removed the shoulder straps to her dress, moving her hips to meet his touch, undulating as she exposed her bra. He reached around her, removing her bra quickly, baring her breasts to him. He moved her underwear aside and slipped a finger into her sex as he bent down, sucking on her nipple, his tongue moving it around in his mouth. Her body shook, she moved her sex over his finger, hungrily accepting him within her. She moaned and convulsed, his finger snaking around with in her, screaming in ecstasy as his tongue flickered over her erect nipple.
She pushed him off of her; He stood up, looking at Jennifer, dress pulled down and up, mere cloth around her waist. She kneeled before him, unzipping his pants, pulling the nice dress pants down to his ankles. Jennifer cooed in joy as she held his manhood in her hands, feeling it pulse from the blood, feeling it hot to her touch. She leaned forward and lightly kissed it's tip, feeling in move slightly to her kiss. She pumped his rod a couple times with her hand, and took him into her mouth. She took as much of him as she could, she then pulled him out, her tongue wrapping around his shaft, teasing and exploring his every inch. Her head moved forward and back over him, trying to please him, entice him into pleasing her.
He pulled her to her feet, and nipped at her neck. He caressed her breasts as she moaned and swayed... he pushed her forward, pressed against her, she felt him behind her, she arched her back in offering to this missionary, begging for him, pleading with him, needing his unholy sacrament. Balseraph took his erect shaft, rubbing it against her womanhood, pushing slowly into her. Her felt him within her, moving slowly, filling her, feeling her around him, she squeezed her muscle around him, he pulled out, everything a blur, she screamed in joy as the heavenly sensation of his rod pushing into her again and again blitzkrieg her senses. She pushed back onto him, bucking it him, wanted to feel more; it felt so exquisite inside her, she needed more, more, release from her worries and guilt, to feel nothing but this sex, the staff within her, her sex around him, them fucking excitedly, animalisticly. She cried as she felt the orgasmic tremors quake through her, again and again, each thrust a divine experience.
He felt the pressure build within him, the seed collecting in his loins, the feel of the dam almost aver flowing, ready to burst forth. Balseraph moaned quietly as he felt the wall burst forth, the first rush of molten liquid coursing through his shaft. He quaked as the fluid shot into her, each shot sending shivers through his entire body. He nibbled at the back of Jennifer's neck, she bent her back to offer her neck to him, happy to feel him touch her... moaning, sweaty, hot, happy.
"Where is your church, Kenneth?"
"Come with us, Jennifer. We meet tonight to initiate our newest member."
She put her dress back on, not bothering with her underwear, leaving it on the floor.
*****
When George Madison come home that night, he was tired after his work. He set down his briefcase. The only sound in the house was a television, tuned to some religious station. He turned it off. He turned to the couch, which was immaculate except for some panties, left there, cold, but a little damp. George closed his eyes, a tear down his face. Somehow he knew he'd never see his loving wife again.
Johnathon turned on the coffee pot, walking back to the bed where his two companions lay awake, still sleepy eyes after the last night's rut. He sat at the foot of the bed, sipping his coffee. Female arms wrapped around him, as a beautiful voice rang in his ear "Was that just the weirdest sex I've ever had... or did I only dream that you became a woman?" "Anais, first let me formally introduce you to Walker."
Anais looked at the other man, his face was tan, eyes and hair sable. She recognized him as the stalker from last night. Something about him radiated calm and trust, however. She saw him now through the calm eyes of a lover.
"He and I aren't like you, or most others for that matter."
"I thought that, Johnathon, the things you two did..." She moaned happily, pleasant memories of sweet couplings, hands wondering where they shouldn't be...
"I mean... we are Magii, Anais."
"Magii? Like the Three Wise Men? Where's Balthazar then?"
"Shhhh, love and listen, please. Magii are those who use the power of magick. We, of course, call it something else, but magick is a good term for it."
Anais smiles, and she nodded, pretending to understand, her mind not willing to grasp the things that reality tells her should not be.
"Each Magus has a focus of his power, called an Art. Walker and I practice the Art of Form. There are other Arts, of course, ranging from the dark necromantic Art of Flesh to the serene Art of Nature. As well, there is the Arts of Sense, Balance and Time.
"We do not know much of the other Arts, after all no man has ever been able to grasp more then one Art. One Art, however, is powerful on its own. Through Form, we can alter any physical object, from a chair, to ourselves. As well we can perceive the True Forms of things, and thus understand their inner natures."
Anais nodded again, the concept of magick flowing through her. Impossible was her thought, but she knew... knew that they had done... done something last night. She couldn't have imagined that woman. She certainly felt real enough.
Anais's watch beeped for attention. She pressed the button, looked at Johnathon.
"John, dear, we have class soon!"
John smiled, already dressed, books packed in his bag. He looked at Anais, and the blanket she huddled under became her cloak. It wrapped around her, altering it's shape and texture. John crafted the material into a summer dress, hugging her naked body with the sensual caress of silk.
"Why... this is amazing, Johnathon! Can I keep it?"
"It was yours to begin with, Anais." Johnathon chuckled a bit, taking her arm in his, escorting her into the the new day.
Walker watched them leave, his face sullen and introspective. Perhaps it is best she doesn't know the truth, he thought, the truth of what she truly is.
He stood up, dressed in his black long coat, white shirt, and black jeans. He was meeting with Jill, from the Sensual's Guild. She had an idea that would end the silent battle between the Guilds. Walker tired of the bickering that always exploded into bloodshed.
The door to the house knocked, and Walker opened it. He was immediately greeted by a pair of lips and arms, taking him into the sweet pleasures of the sexual creature before him. He stepped back, looking into the blue eyes that began to melt his soul. His heart quickened, images formed in his mind of wild couplings, naked writhing bodies against each other, searching for pleasure, sweet release of wanton abandon.
Walker knew the Sensuals' tricks however, knew of the Aura that all exuded, the Aura that disarmed the unwary, that caused the fall of more then a few of the Sensuals' enemies. He muttered a power word, and walked io the dining room, to the hard oaken table.
"Have you found the Catalyst, Walker?" The woman's voice was a whisper, spoken softly in Walker's ear. even though Walker was 3 feet in front of her, he could swear that he felt the woman's lips brush against his ear.
"I continue to search, Jill, my dearest, but it seems she has eluded us."
"If the Guild of Blood find her, Walker, we'll have another war on our hands, and you know it. And if you are lying to me to keep her away from the other Guilds, then we can't stop her from joining with the Dark Ones." Jill ran her fingers along the cut of her dress, against the thin soft cotton, her knuckles against her light skin, against her breast. She bit her lips, her eyes still serious. Walker could swear he saw her nipples harden under her dress... He could tell using his mystic sight that she had no material used as a bra. He tried not to think about it, not to use his magic. Her looked down at her dress, shocked as Walker subconsciously altered it. It began to tighten around her body, and thin even more until it was gauzy, sheer. Walker could see through her dress, see all her body, her hand subconsciously playing with her nipple, the other hand touching the cloth on her leg.
Jill stood in front of him, the straps of her dress falling down her shoulder. She took a deep sigh filled breath, looking at him, her blue eyes penetrating deep into his soul. "Walker, while I more than appreciate your fashion sense, I must condemn your lack of professionalism." Jill took a step closer, her body against his, her eyes closed, arms entwining around his, lips deliciously near his own, head inclined a little to the right. "Now I demand satisfaction for your insult..." whispered her full lips, hot, sweet breath blowing softly onto his mouth.
He couldn't take the tension anymore, his lips pressed against hers, her mouth parted to greet him, her tongue snaking in to tease his. He moaned as her hands began to work at his jeans, undoing his belt, unzipping his fly. She reacted with surpise, however, when her own dress fell off... flowed off more like, as it became water then splashed to the floor. She slipped a hand into his fly, and pulled out his growing member. She pumped him, her hands light and talented, skilled in the art of persuasion. He moaned to her touch, pumping back, his lips still tasting hers, her eyes turning to darkest sable.
"Walker... would you like... my mouth, suckling your shaft... my tongue flicking against your head... taking you into my mouth... licking and sucking on you until you explode within my hungry mouth?" She pressed her naked body against him, sighing as they touched, her lips against his ear, she breathily whispered, her sentences punctuated by her touch running along his ear.
"Yessss... oh yesssss..."
"Perhaps you would enjoy it... if my mouth left angel kisses, trailing - up and down your shaft, servicing you like the little whore I am?"
"Yes... I need it..."
"Then, if that's the case, I suggest you kneal before me and beg my forgiveness... I am not your little whore... You should be the one servicing me... I should take the blessing of your tongue from you, not give you the sweet sensation of my mouth."
With that, Jill pulled Walker to the floor, he did not resist, not even as she pushed him back onto his back. She used her legs to pin down his arms, straddling his neck. Her sex was glistening as sweet necter began to trickle. She looked down at her Walker, her voice cold and commanding.
"Now prey before the alter, slave, and beg my forgiveness!"
Walker obeyed, licking his tongue into her wetness. He flicked his tongue hungrily into her clitoris, moaning as he feasted from her bounty. His tongue moved the her entrance, trying to push inside of her, to penetrate her with his tongue. She cried out in pleasure, holding his head to her, forcing it harder onto her womanhood, writhing in pleasure as he devoured from her hungrily, his nose against her clit, head pushing against her, tongue within her, slipping so far and so sweet... shespasmed, as the first waves of climax crashed through her... she looked down at Walker's face, all shiny from his hungry meal.
She smiled, moving back, her long legs wrapping around his hips. Holding his manhood in her hand, she gave it kiss after kiss, not using her mouth, but her damp flower. She rubbed her clitoris along its length, looking at Walker's visage, his eyes closed, savouring the sensations.
"Walker, do you want me to feel the pleasure of your manhood plunging into me?"
"Yes, Jill, please let me please you!"
"Do you want to feel the pleasure of my sex around your tool, squeezing it within, my body pushing against it... as I scream out in blessed release." She pressed his penis harder onto her clit, shaking rapidly as she climaxed a second time, the feel of his sex against her exhilarating
"Fuck me Jill... I want to fuck you..."
"As you wish." She leaned forward, her breasts against Walker's face as she set his penis up... sitting back... impaling herself on it. Walker began to push into her... his mind now consumed by sex. She began to bounce herself on him, the penis plunging in and out of her, each penetration sending shock waves of sense through her body.
Walker looked up at Jillís beautiful body, looked with mystic sight. Walker knew what she was, but didn't or couldn't care, his mind poisoned by her power. All He could do now was fuck this woman, feel his member thrust into her again and again. The only sound he could hear were that of her screams of ecstasy, as she came, her writhing on him a wicked primal dance... a dance of death. He felt the bursting within, as his seed spilt forth, filling her with his heat, his eyes closed in pure bliss.
Hjilheu looked down at her victim, as his life flowed in through his seed. She smiled, standing up, stretching. She reached a hand to her sex... she plunged her fingers in, writhing against it, thinking of how wonderful he tasted, as he died for her pleasure. She would want to do this again... Mathew... I wonder how your sex tastes... She faded into a dark mist... then dissipated... going back to her master... to please him with this news.
Walker opened his eyes, looking up, the world seemed different. Everything was grey, dark, almost gothic. Instead of Jill, another woman was on top of him. Her skin was jet black, her eyes without irises or pupils, just pure white. Her attire was close to her body, accentuating her form. But she was not a sexual being. She stood up, offering a hand, to help him up. He grabbed her hand, she lifted him, and he felt a strength her thin body could not naturally accomplish.
"Who are you?"
She walked over to the wall, grabbing a dark staff, long crescent blade adorning its end. She held her scythe in silent reply, taking Walker by the hand to her pale white horse.
The music throbbed through Jennifer's body, the devil bass going through her, entwining with her, coiling around her body; a python of harmony. Jennifer ran her fingers through her hair, enjoying the breeze as it flowed through her, around her. She looked to Balseraph, who was reading some text. Religious scripture she assumed. Kenneth turned to her, smiling. "What is the purpose of a God?"
"I wouldn't know, Kenneth. Who knows that Gods think?"
"Well then pretend your a Goddess. Humanity has been created long ago. What then?"
"Well, I'd want to be worshipped of course. Cause that's what we do with Gods."
"How would you want to be worshipped?"
"Well, for one, I wouldn't want to be in a room full of people pretending to pray when, in actuality, they're thinking about the football game, or if their dress is on right, or if they'll get that promotion. I'd want people worshipping me in practical ways."
"Define 'practical.'"
"Well, I'd want to walk the earth. None of this ephemeral all knowing, all seeing, but never around crap. I'd want people at my feet. Bowing down. Kneeling before the majesty that is me."
"Our God's like that, Jennifer. He walks our earth. I've talked with him."
"No really. Gods don't walk the earth."
"They do, Jennifer. You will meet him. You will see... you will see..."
Their car drove for an hour, the set setting its crimson hue over the road as it stopped by some old empty shack. Kenneth's two men got out of the front of the car, opening the doors for hima nd the new convert. He kissed Jennifer deeply, reassuringly, to quench her fears.
They walked into the house, his arms around her waist, lips still mingling. She smiled nervously, following him down into the deep basement, almost a dungeon with its stonework and damp floor and walls. The two walked up to an oaken door, turning the handle, pushing it as it creaked open with the rust of antiquity.
A woman stood within. She was naked and gorgeous, but there was something about her; her mannerisms were ever changing. Jennifer couldn't take her eyes off of this figure. Her breasts were examined by Jennifer's gaze, her legs help under Jennifer's scrutiny. This woman walked by Jennifer, whispering into her ear... "Your eyes fondle me like a familiar lover... I shall look forward to what your hands and tongue can do."
Jennifer shook in shock. She had never thought of a woman sexually. She was almost appalled by the suggestion. She looked around the room, trying to mask her discomfort. She say torches along the walls, the only light. As well, there was a stone slab in the middle of the room. It was polished and free of the dust that covered the floor and walls. Kenneth laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"It is time."
His hands began to remove her dress. Balseraph lifted the thin gauzy over her head, all she wore standing before him was her plain whate bra. Kenneth even removed that, leaving her naked, no clothing to protect her from the cold, or anyone's gaze. She shivered, more from the kisses laid on her face and neck then from any feeling of cold.
He laid her down lightly upon the alter. Music could be heard in the background, some primal beat... like a heartbeat... thumping... pumping... a man began to sing... his voice soft... sensual... sexual.
YOU LET ME VIOLATE YOU...
The lyrics shook through Jennifer as Kenneth lay on top of her. He bit inter her neck as the music thumped, her body writhing to the beat.
YOU LET ME DESECRATE YOU...
Kenneth reached a hand between her sex, inserting his fingers within her. He pumped her hard, bringing out the animal lust within her. She moaned and undulating, slave to his hand. The music felt within her and her lust calling... something came... answering the call.
YOU LET ME PENETRATE YOU...
She begged for him... crying that she needed to feel him within. He obliged, mounting on top of her, his holy rod pushing into her. Tears of heavenly ecstasy dripped from her eyes, her liquid sex melting over him. Her eyes closed, allowing to sensation but the feel of his thrusting. She felt something steel close over her arms and ankles, surprising her. Jennifer looked at Kenneth, and to his two men, by now done shackling her to the stone alter.
YOU LET ME COMPLICATE YOU...
Kenneth just looked at Jennifer. He ground into her... whispering into her the simple deadly words.
"Trust Me."
HELP ME! I BROKE APART MY INSIDES!
She simply laid back, enjoying the feel of his hands loving her breasts, the feel of his thrusting, the lust of his breathing... the cold of the stone on her back... she loved it all.
HELP ME! I'VE GOT NO SOUL TO TELL!
Balseraph moved faster and harder into her, his minions placing a blindfold around her eyes. Jennifer could hear them remove their suits. Kenneth slipped out of her, moving up to straddle around her neck. He placed his manhood on her waiting lips... she took him in hungrily, sucking on him as though it were life to her. She felt hands pulling on her hips, and the pleasant sting of a man's erection being pushed into her. The new man pushed hard and fast, she moaned on Kenneth's member, licking as sucking on his, her body full of ecstasy. And it came closer...
HELP ME! THE ONLY THING THAT WORKS FOR ME!
The man within her fucked her hard and deep, his sex pushing in and out of her honey, her repeated orgasm dripping, filling the room with the scent of her sins The third man's dick was in her hand, and she pumped him. She saw a slut now, their slut. The served her desire, and she loved avery second of it.
I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! I WANT TO FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE!
Jennifer moved her hips up to meet every thrust, Jennifer smelled sweat and sex... She moaned louder, her screams resonating through Kenneth's body...
I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL!
The man within her began to shake as he flooded her sex with his seed. The minion moved away as the one whose dick she was pumping moves to probe her wetness... his thrusting liquefied by her desire and the other's seed. His hands her grabbing her hips, using them to push himself deeper within her.... fast... he only cared for his own release, using her body as a hole for his seed.
MY WHOLE EXISTENCE IS FLAWED!
Jennifer felt something change within her as the man fucking her shuddered and as her womanhood spilt with more seed... She felt a presence within her as Kenneth climbed out of her mouth and plunged into her molten depths... it became closer and the music louder... as Balseraph bit into her neck, thrusting herder, pushing her almost violently in the clod stone alter.
"And with my seed spilling into you, the Goddess will be reawakened."
YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD!
Jennifer felt her awareness leave her as the presence within her began to take control. She screamed in orgasmic and final release as Kenneth came deep within her. Her body arched up, lifting Kenneth from the ground, as he quivered from the pleasure of his own release.
The Presence opened its new eyes for the first time in a millennium. It looked into black... and was greeted by the sight of its Priest, face flushed from recent sex. The music in the background faded as the Presence's chains were released. Its body was female... Balseraph had chosen well. The Elder Goddess looked at her faithful minions, the three of them all tired and sweaty from past copulation.
Her name was Xaofecta, Dark Goddess of the Flesh.
She heard hard edged music... it became her anthem. The two lesser minions but a robe around her body to keep the cold away. She looked at her three servitors and smiled ferally.
"So who do I get to fuck first?"
The candles were lit one by one. Each burning wax stick burned with a sweet smell filling the stone room. Mathew lay back in a circle of these candles, his arms crossed, eyes closed. He wasn't sleeping, as he appeared to be to the casual observer. His mind was elsewhere, looking for a Her, the Catalyst... the one that the Dark Ones must never have... the Chosen One... the one that only he must have Anais lay in bed, her own bed. She was alone, left to her wondering mind's fancy, pondering the two men she had been with the previous night. Anias smiled... she was never been with two men before. felt sinful, mischievous, wicked. Her hands wandered, as memories of her previous rut came to her attention... She sat up, still smiling.
Legs carried her to her washroom, and hands turned the faucet and pulled the metal switch. Water poured forth from the showerhead, hissing as it splashed on the shower floor. She looked at the mirror as it began to steam. Something seemed different about the girl in the mirror. Anais's reflection seemed radiant, confident, powerful. She smiled looking at her reflection, and her reflection looked back.
Anais opened her medicine cabinet and took from it her new bottle of bodywash. The tab on the top of the bottle popped open... the smell of peaches filled the air. Her dress fell to the floor... then her bra. She looked in the mirror again, at the naked wicked woman. She touched the button on a remote control... the sounds of loud and fast techno played through her apartment. Her head a body began to sway to the fast music. Anais stepped into the shower, and closed the stall door.
Her eyes closed as the hot water tickled her body... She thought on the man in her fantasies... the one who always came to her thoughts in her shower.. A sigh of happiness came to her as she thought of what her fantasy man would do to her... his hands caressing... tongue probing... the daydream took hold of her and she shook...
Anais rested her back against the wall, a dab of the liquid soap rubbing and lathering in her palms. She swallowed as she ran the slick hands over her body... sliding against her wet skin.. slipping over... she began to moan as her hands ran over her breasts...
Mathew watched from his meditation room... watched her assume the lustful trance he needed to travel to her... waiting for her body to call to him... he waited... patient...
Anais ran a hand up and down her leg... still holding her breast in her hand, her eyes closed... needing to feel his hand... Come to me... she pleaded for his touch...
Mathew smiled. It was time.
She smiled... her dream man stood before her. The music was quick... almost violent... Mathew looked at Anais, a smile on his sharp face. Mathew said nothing; his greeting was a soft kiss on her lips. She wrapped her thin arms around him, quivering beneath his touch... Her hand reached down... taking his member in her hand.. Mathew closed his eyes... smiling...
"Anais... I am not your fantasy..."
Anais pumped her soapy hand over his manhood, feeling it harden under her wet touch. Me moaned... His hands began to explore her, caressing her breasts... rubbing against her slippery nipples...
"I don't care... I want you..."
Anais pumped him harder, the soap foaming over his member, sending electric shocks through his body.
"Anais, this is not your fantasy... the is real."
She looked up at Mathew as his fingers tickled down her body... between her legs... up and down her skin.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Mathew. Mage of the Art of Sense."
She shivered looking up at this very vivid figment of her imagination... gasping as his hand cupped over her sex. A tight whine was sounded as the fingers of the hand ran so delicately over her flower, the hand slick, soapy... teasing...
"Sensation is my power, Anais. When you thought about me, you could feel my hands, lips, tongue upon you. I make illusions into..." He slipped his fingers into her... probing her... her eyes widened, both hands now pumping on his erect tool. "...sweet reality, Anais... "
She started moving her hips to meat his fingers, looking into his dark eyes, confused, filled with desire, unable to prevent herself from surrendering to this man. He pulled her body around, her naked chest against the cold plastic wall. Anais looked, and saw iron chains coming from the wall, felt the cold on her wrists, felt his fingers still probing... invading her... felt his hot breath on her ear lobe... his tongue running along its length... felt his other hand over her breast... squeezing her nipple. The music got louder as her felt his body against hers... She pushed back onto his hand... her mind and body unable to think... she needed release... her mind became hungry, bestial. Anais tugged at the chains binding her arms... Looking back at him, wanting to feel more then his hands... wanting him within her.
Mathew smiled, his thumb rubbing over her hardened clit, smiled with the rush of control. Anais looked at him... and something happened. Mathew fell forward against Anais, his arms along her arms, legs against her legs, sex against sex. He shuddered as the feelings of her body flowed through his. Mathew felt the chains on his arms, the teasing...
"Finally... the Catalyst Awakens."
The Man and Woman walked up the dormitory stairs. He wore a black suit, very respectable. She wore a red leather bustier, thigh high boots, long red gloves. They were hunting today. Appearance was everything.
Pressed against each other, their bodies wet and writhing... Mathew bit an Anais's neck... she shook... He moved until his penis pushed into her... Anais pushed against him, her screams filled their little room... the music seemed louder, more colourful... the screams got louder as the pace of the sex hastened... faster...
The Man and Woman arrived at the door. She paused for a second.. listening, the sound of KMFDM... She smiled. "It's as though they're expecting me..."
AND WHEN YOU PEEL BACK MY EYES I SEE THE PAIN AND FEEL ALIVE.
Mathew stopped... his body tense.
"Shit Anais! Get a robe on!"
The chains disappeared, he hastily opened the door, a black robe appearing on his body. She stepped out, confused, disappointed.
"What's wrong?"
MY HATRED HEAPS UPON THIS FIRE... IT BURNS INSIDE AND YOU BLOW HIGHER
Anais put her white cotton bathrobe on... still wet... getting cold.
"Now, Balseraph."
BUT I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE! YOU CANNOT HURT ME ANYMORE!
The sound of the door being kicked open cracked through the room. Mathew extended his senses outside the bathroom, and saw two people... a man, seems like a Tempter... and... oh fuck...
GET A WAY FROM THE FIRE UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BURN! IT BURNS WILDFIRE!
Mathew looked at Anais, his face stark terror. She looked back, her mind reeling from his sudden change of mood. Mathew quickly grabbed the lid of the toilet recevoir, beating the bathroom window with it... smashing it.
GIVE IT TO ME!
The Dark Goddess Xaofecta looked up, hearing a crash. She smiled, licking her lips.
"It seems that she was expecting us..."
DON'T TAKE IT FROM ME!
"Anais, quick.. get out!"
She climbed out the window... and jumped into the night... cold.. afraid... she ran... ran to the only one who could help her...
Mathew opened the bathroom door... he prayed his magick would hold out... he had a Goddess to battle...
She ran... she didn't know what else she could do. Anais fled from the place she called her home, fled in fear from the unknown terror that Mathew warned her about. Tears burned her face as she flew across the darkened midnight campus, past the dorms, parkades, and annexes. She didn't run to anyone, the panicked flight that all animals know as instinct. Virgil was a brick wall of a man, tall, and wide of form and build. He looked the kind of person one would see as a bouncer in a very seedy bar, or perhaps in the military as a sergeant that everyone feared. He looked at his watch, it was time. He muttered a few words... and knew exactly the correct moment to step around the corner, to catch the panicked girl.
She ran into him, and nearly fell backwards onto the pavement had it not been for him catching her; holding her. She looked up at him, and the giant looked back down with these odd purple benevolent eyes.
"You are not safe here... I will take you to When you will be safe."
He chanted the words to his spell, and Catalyst in arms, the universe seemed to go black... as she watched everything tear before her, like her pages were in a colouring book being destroyed. Then it stopped she was alone with him, all black save for the sidewalk under their feet and a bench. The blackness had no stars, no moon, no sun, and yet this other "place" had the appearance of light, complete with shadows. She felt like she and him were on a stage, the black desolateness that leaves only the actors for an audience's attention.
"You know of the Magii, woman?"
His words echoed, throbbed in her body, she could feel him watching her... and she feared him too much to dare misspeak.
"I.. do... John told me a bit about you... but he said all they could do was... I don't know.. it sounds so complex."
"Actually, the Art is the simplest of sciences. You are a Catalyst, you should have been trained years ago, and ready for this Time."
"Trained? I am not a Mage... I couldn't... even tho Iíve seen it work I cannot... no!"
` "Shut up, foolish girl and listen. You are the Catalyst, the Destined One, who can learn all the Arts and masters all. Your power calls others like a beacon, who covet your skills and abilities.
"See, a Catalyst cannot control her own Magick, she can only act as a beacon for other Magicks. However there is no spell beyond her grasp, as her power is not in Mastery of what she does... but in her slavery to other Magii."
"Slavery? You are foolish, I could never be a 'slave'!"
Virgil snapped his fingers, and suddenly she was on her knees, her legs opened a bit, chest up, mouth wide open and pouty. She felt something within her burn, and felt her desire build within her... her breathing got heavier, as she wondered if he would be so generous as to let her suck his cock, or maybe if he was feeling very giving, he'd gift her with his sex... She began to pray... hoping, pleading that somehow he could be kind enough to pleasure her...
"I see Mathew has taught you Sensation. Good, you aren't as bad off as I suspected. You will now wear nothing but chains."
Her eyes widened as the robe she wore slowing begin to alter, ripping from her body. What little was left were threads and thin thong straps across her now naked body. The straps changed colour and became heavier... She watched in amazement as her bathrobe became binding chains, locked around wrist and ankle. Her eyes widened, as the shock overcame her.
"And Form as well... see, woman, your Magick is uncontrolled by you, but it acts at the command of Magii. Do not think you are too valuable, for you are not the only Catalyst; throughout Time there have been countless Catalysts, Mages of the Art of Slavery. Many are still alive today, but they are so well trained that they could never serve anyone but the Mage who managed to capture them to begin with.
"Catalysts are what fuels the War of Magii. It is because of you Slaves that we fight each other, as a Mage with a Catalyst is more powerful than an entire Order of Magick. And as Magii covet such grand power they will take steps to ensure no one else has it.
"However, you are the only Free Catalyst right now. Even now Magii such as myself fight each other for you. Some have even killed to get a foothold on acquiring you. You can't even sense the scope of what your Freedom means.
"Throw into this the Dark Goddess. The Infinitum have seen that now is the time of her resurrection, and that she is active already in this world. While the Art is potent in the hands of a Mage is nothing to that of a Goddess's power. And her power would be amplified by your Ownership. This is why you must not get into her possession. The world would be reformed in her image... that of violence, hatred, cynicism, and secrecy. The Magii need you, girl, need you to learn all the Arts, so that so prepared you can equal the Goddess in power.
"But.. but... M... Mas... M... who can I learn all these powers?"
"Easy girl. You learned Form when you fucked those Shifters, and Sense when you gave your body to Mathew. It is a simple matter for you. All you must do is submit your body to the pleasures of a Mage...."
Anais looked up at him, wide-eyed, in a state of shock. Johnathon, Mathew, and now this man merely wanted her body because they coveted her power. She could not believe that she was but a toy to them. The poor girl felt low, meaningless, raped. In light of this revelation, this moment of clear thought, this point where all came clear, she knew what she must do, what she had to do. To save her dignity, her soul, her own self-worth she must fight, struggle against these cruel Mages, and force them to respect her body and wishes. That was she must do.
Her hands crawled up his powerful leg, until his powerful member was caressed within her hand. She stroked his member through his jeans, feeling it become erect under her touch.
Anais knew then that what one must do and what one desires to do are rarely the same action.
Something in her stirred, she knew she must have this man, touch him, feels him within her. Aching terribly, her eyes cried out for release. She undid the buttons on his jeans, her eyes widening as she saw his erect shaft come forth, a powerful rod eager to probe this Catalyst's body.
Virgil knelt down, his powerful arms pushing her onto her back, against the cold concrete, rough and chilling against her back.
"You will stay there, Catalyst."
She looked at him, and she felt a power erupt forth from her, an energy go from deep within into the sidewalk under her. A tear fell from her eye, as a last bit of resolve poured forth, and she tried to resist him, to even say the word "No". It was useless. Anais tried to lift her arm.. but she cried, as in was chained fast to the grey stone earth. She realized what Virgil had done... He had used her Art of Slavery to melt the chains to the concrete.
"This is impossible! You can't do this!" She spat out at him, trying to preserve the last bit of resistance, knowing that she desired him, that he could have her as she lay spread wide on the ground, unable to protect herself from his ravages.
"No, Slave, you did it. You merely obeyed my command, but you did it. Deep down, you are a sexual slave, and that is what your Art responds to...."
She closed her eyes... knowing it was true... knowing she was involuntarily lifting her hips to him , knowing that he was penetrating into her... knowing she was slickened with arousal for him... knowing that the pleasure was overwhelming... the cock within her almost causing an immediate explosion in her.
"OH GOD YES! I AM A SLAVE! FUCK ME, MASTER! FU-UUU-UUCK MEEEEE!!!"
Anais thrust her hips up at him, as her body took over. He wasn't moving much at all, as her chained body bucked at him... waves of ecstasy running through her... hard.... She burned for more... and more... the climax rocking her body for what seemed like an eternity before she passed out.. lost in a trance, unaware of anything but a buzz of pure joy...
Her eyes opened.
Lying a dark room, with Mathew standing over her, Anais was unsure how she got there. She looked at the walls, all covered in chains and bars and manacles and stone. A constant dripping of water in the background was accompanied by the sound of wails and moans. Her eyes were filled with terror, until she recognized them for what they were... sounds of need and desire.
"Welcome amongst the living, girl."
Mathew wore a gray trenchcoat, tattered and torn. Fresh cuts adorned his face, and his arm moved with a pained stiffness. His young face look down at the Catalyst.
"I wonder what the future holds, girl, if this is only the present."
She looked at him, and suddenly she knew. She knew her fate, the power of Xaofecta, and how she may be thwarted, as though the future came to as would memories of the past, clouded, and unreliable, but certain as tho they had already happened. I name came to her, and she knew it must be spoke.
"Mathew... the Liberata. They are the future. The Liberata."