We meet again (Domen)

The night was still throughout the forest. The sounds of insects fill the air, keeping a comfortable and familiar buzz in the after dark atmosphere. The temperate wind was mild and the skies were clear, littered with speckles of stars here and there stretching out and beyond. The forest canopy hung as a dark ceiling with the ground as the floor; small slivers of light from the moon and the stars filter down in small light rays that dimly illuminate the forest floor. There would be a crunching sound as if a step was made nearby Kazakura’s position and the sky would be darkened by a black and crimson mist. The sounds of the forest would grow dead and quiet and soon the sound of nothingness would fill the air along with an ominous demonic aura.

The crimson mist merely lingered around her; it encircled her on all sides with her in the middle in a clearing, safe from the poisonous vapors for the time being. Eyes were on her; the intent and will in said eyes should be strong enough to be felt all around her from their currently hidden location. An ominous voice speaks out from all sides taunting, “you’ve seemed to heal well enough. You surprise me, woman. I suppose it truly was fate that allowed you to cross my path…” It wouldn’t be obvious where the voice was coming from. There would be rustles on one side of her before it would feel like someone was on the complete opposite side. The pause in the speaking suggests as if a reply is expected.

It becomes more clear why the voice seemed to come form all around. Dark shadows started to slither along the ground on all sides surrounding her. Black snakes moved along their belly as they swerved to and fro in the clearing, to the point where the ground seems to be a wavy black amorphous being. Gradually, the snakes begin to combine on a central location a few feet before her. They start to build up from the feet up, the form of the ancient demon known as Domen’yun. Switching to first person, my body forms in standing position, arms folded at my chest, in a short amount of time and the wiggly, shiny black snakeskin that covered my form shifts in tint and hue to that of skin tone, natural for myself. In response to her question, I pose, “You seem very eager to see me again, priestess. Perhaps your womb begs forth for a repeat of what has transpired.”

My gaze shifts to the creature at her side. I wondered why she allowed an animal to remain by her side. She seemed to be the master over it. I knew many men in my times as a warlord, who choose to have dogs as their companions. They were useful for fetching, scouting and menial tasks. I wondered if perhaps she, in that manner, would make a good pet to be master over. As the question is asked, I answer with resolve and no hint of hesitation or jest, “I am here to take pleasure from your body once more. You pleased me well before. It is good you are at full power. Remove your clothing.” My arms uncross as my right foot steps forwards in a motion towards her. I move as an unstoppable mass with my gaze set on her, ignoring the presence of the beast.

A solemn frown is the result of her answer. It would seem as if she might refuse to do as I asked; that would be very inconvenient. I notice a spell emit from her and it seemed like a support spell on her animal. My gaze shifts to the animal, then back to her and my movement stops with that single step. Given the circumstances of our last encounter, it was impressive that she would even think to resist against me. Still, the truth remained; I set my mind on the idea that something would happen and that meant that it had to happen. I return the answer, strict and truthfully, “whether you agree or not is inconsequential. My will will be done. You would do well to have your animal flee as it will only get in the way.”

The miasma clears up a bit at the top to allow light from the moon and stars above to filter in, though it remains thick in a wall like perimeter around us at a distance. Where the environment had been caked in darkness, now at least a glimmer of light was available to assist with distinguishing features. I receive her answer, but at the same time, I can now notice the affects my presence has on her body. I see her body wrapped in what it is wrapped in, and visually, it pleases me. True to my words, I would hold no consequence to her answer as it was merely viewed as her opinion of the matter. Seemingly ignoring the beast for now, I continue my steps to the priestess shattering hope as I walk, slow and deliberatly. “You body questions and I will answer. No, I will not be gentle with you, I will not seek to bring you pleasure. I will simply use your body to please myself. You are free to cling onto any enjoyment you may receive in the process.” If not stopped by the time I reached her, my hand would come out and lift to her chest where it would palm the side of her breast with my thumb moving along the perk nipple with my gaze shifted down and towards it as if inspecting it.

The tiger’s movement was anticipated. It would have been silly to assume that it would merely stand by while I molested its master. As the tiger leap at me it would be attacked in a manner that would cause it to be slammed to the ground by a pair of jaws gripping and pinning the back of its neck before reaching me. This would happen very quickly. If successful, the jaws would clamp down and pull up, swinging around and throwing the tiger in the direction behind me by several feet. The perpetrator of this parry would be an elongated shadow connected to my body at my back (chaotic familiar). The dark familiar would linger in a wafting, hazy manner, from my back in the form of a demonic wolf, growling and emitting harsh barks while glaring at the tiger. Its body would seem consistent of shadows with his teeth, eyes and muzzle realistically physical. During this time, I would not actually move from my position of holding her chest; I would remain resolute. Had all transpired as planned, my fist would clench, balling a portion of her covering within it, before my arm would swings back, pulling and ripping the fabric from her form with the gesture.

The slap meets its mark, but for some reason it is not infuriating. I show no response to it as the same stern expression shows on my face. My face does not move or show any signs of being harmed by the gesture (Juggernaut). My hand quickly rises to grab the wrist of the offending hand after the slap. My cold gaze looks piercingly into her eyes with thoughts casting an illusion over her that would cause her body to stop responding to her will (Myndius + Demonic Arts Binding). If successful, she would be caught in a mental bind that would make it so that her body wouldn’t be able to move on her own will.

As for the tiger, the familiar would play with it, shifting out of its range when swiped at and moving to and fro. With the enhancement, the tiger was on par with the familiar, but after the spell was broken, the tiger would be at the disadvantage. After the aura left the tiger, the shadowy wolf would lunge for the tiger, looking to sink its teeth into its back and bind it down.

Now that her body was bound, it was time to begin. My voice echoes, “dark servants, I summon you.” With that, the ground behind her would rumble and shake a bit as three earth golems rises up from up in a crouched position on its fists and knees sitting side to side and effectively serving me as making a ‘table’ of sorts. A crimson circle grid forms beneath us and dark hands reach up and take her body, lifting it and carrying it to lay sideways across the backs of the leaned over golems. The hands continue what I started with her clothing as the remaining threads are ripped and compromised. With my arms folded, I would approach her in her new position on her back, dark hands from the hellacious portal below gripping her ankles and opening her legs for me in my approach. My gaze seeks her eyes as I watch her through the process of pulling myself from within my pants and beneath my robes. While I do this, the dark hands would make themselves useful not only by holding her down, but by massaging her breast and core. “The outcome will always remain the same,” I inform her, “my will must be done.” With that, the hands move from her vaginal area and my hands come to rest on her hips. Pushing forwards, I thus my length into her core.

“Hmm…” I show a visual sign of pleasure as I push into her. She seemed much more accommodating this time than previously. The last time, it was tight and inhospitable, but now it was yield and inviting. I push myself fully into her until my pelvic came in contact with the stretched thighs. Slowly, I start to pull back, allowing my hardened length to retreat gradually from her core. I look down at her as I am in her and ask, “so was it fate that brought you to me tonight, or did you come on your own accord? Or did your body coax you to the forest at this hour?” I would release the bind over her body so that she could answer; I felt as if I did not need the bind anymore. The dark hands were enough to keep her down, but I felt that her body might stay as it was on her own. After asking the question, I would being to stroke in and out of her, pushing apart her lips with each deep thrust, pleasuring myself with her core while giving her time to respond, if she could. There was anger and frustration in her eyes, but I wondered if her body would obey her mixed feelings.

In my mind, I felt she was making progress coaxed by the fact that I felt her pushing back against me… an act that pleased me and met with my approval. I could see her body yielding to me. The battle on that front had been claimed with only her will and mind remaining to oppose me. Visually, I was able to drink in the sight of her blushing form, her body moving beneath being bound and penetrated repeatedly by my length. My hands rest on her lithe waist, holding her firmly and pulling her in with each thrusting motion. Her nightmares are inconsequential to me. Still, I offer my response in a stern manner stating, “Yield your mind to me and you will have nothing to fear. I allow you to live and continue your mortal life, but your body is no longer yours; it is and will be mine. There is no reason to needlessly tire yourself fearing the inevitable. Your body has already told me that it wants this. Do not hesitate to follow its lead.”

Her voice rejects my words, but her body continues to welcome my advances and retreats within her. She asks a pointless question, and I ignore it. Instead I relax back and begin taking swifter deep thrusts into her core. A low hum comes from my throat as her pleasurable hole wraps about me, pulling on me as if begging me not to leave before welcoming me once more into its tender warmth. My grip on her body tightens a bit as I lean forward and continue to thrust. As I lean forwards, my hands come to rest upon her breast, holding and feeling them greedily. A strict approval seems to be on my face, much like an overbearing teacher reluctant to praise a student for doing well. The demonic hands binding her feet and ankles lift her legs up bringing her knees close to her chest allowing me better access to the immediate goal. My intensity in this position holds for a manner of minutes that move by in my silence with only the act, no words, being completed on my part. After the passage of time, I feel the approach of my climax before it hits full force and I thrust fully into the priestess causing our bodies to seemingly momentarily merge during my release into her vessel.

The deed was done. I emit a heavy sigh of relief as I hang over her for a moment. My form steps back and I pull out of her with my hand at the base of my girth. I bundle myself back within the confines of my garments before looking over her once more. I noticed her to be exceedingly vocal, so I assumed that she was able to gasp some form of pleasure form our transaction. Still, it was of no concern to me. My back turns to her and I start to walk away. The dark hands begin to release and let go of her, trailing back into the ground. The crimson and pulsing circle grid would contract as the dark limbs retreated into it. Her body would be freed upon the back of the golems, which would remain until she no longer needed them for support. I would speak no words as I slowly walked away from her.

Soon after her question is asked, I pause. My head tilts to the side as I seemingly look back to her from the corner of my eye over my shoulder. In a commanding tone, I advise, "your body has pleased me well, priestess. Next time I expect more." With that, my form breaks apart into a swarm of locusts. The dark cloud of flying insects take to the night skies, the sound of their buzzing wings fading with distance. The dark mist surrounding the area begins to disperse and the earth golem's kneels over in place start to sink into the ground and become one with the earth again. She would be left alone, and the silence that had crept into the area with my presence slowly fades away as sound returns to this section of the forest.