Twisted World

Lacey had outdone herself with Barri, Walli and the others. They were now her willing slaves, they would do ANYTHING for her if only they could experience the heights of pleasure again. When they thought of her their powers were enhanced triple fold. The defenders of Fourth Isle were beaten back valley by valley in an ongoing wave. It was uncertain which side the flyers were fighting with, some for and some against. Soon the invaders watched the few ships disappear to the far horizon. The crystal bridge had long since been brought down in anticipation of the defeat.

Vlad had begun to worry about Lacey, though. She was become voracious in her needs and would have sucked the men dry had he not warned her to be careful.

The night she had asked to pleasure HIM, not the other way round, he had willingly agreed. For the first time in his long life he was nearly defeated in his own needs. He would lose control of her soon. This must not happen he thought. He would have to do the unthinkable, and approach Lucard himself on the matter.

The crystal spun, and the long pale face appeared, smiling at his faithful one.

“Yes, Vlad, how may I help you? I trust our campaign goes well?”

“My Lord Lucard. Indeed our campaign goes well. I am loathe to report another, shall I say, problem that I cannot solve myself.”

“A problem you cannot solve, Vlad? MOST intriguing! May I hazard a guess - would it concern a certain young woman you have been grooming for me?”

Vlad almost smiled in relief. “Indeed my Lord. I fear she will soon move beyond my considerable abilities of control. I do not wish to see such a disaster take place, it could jeopardise the whole campaign.”

Lucard did smile, a thing that sent a shiver down even Vlad’s spine. “This I had foreseen, Vlad. I had thought the young woman would show talent and am pleased to find I was not mistaken. Now, tell me how far she has progressed, do not miss anything out, and take your time.”

Vlad found himself sweating coldly as he told detail after detail. Lucard asked the odd question or two that told him he understood perfectly.

“Ah. Thank you Vlad. Indeed, it is time for a little lesson in control for my new pet. I shall arrive by nightfall in one day. Look for Blackwing out of the moon shine. A small flask of fresh would be appreciated.”

“As My Lord wishes, it shall be done. I look forward to seeing you again in person. Lacey shall be readied for you.”
Lacey shivered in excited and fearful anticipation as she watched the great black thunderbird swoop across the moon, moving back inside as Vlad moved forward to greet his master. The camp around was silent and unseeing. THE Master was feared by all.

She shivered and stood quickly, falling into the deepest curtsey of her life as Lucard entered, Vlad holding the entrance curtains like a squire.

“My Lord Lucard.”

“Ah, Lacey. I see General Vlad was correct. You need my guidance.” He raised her with one finger under the chin. Vlad’s gaze was mesmerising at times to her - THIS was … intense and Lacey was instantly love struck and devoted beyond all else.

Vlad ventured a knowing word as he saw Lacey’s eyes cloud over at the gaze. “My Lord is, as ever, MASTER.”

Lucard laughed at the admiration. “As ever, Vlad. But you will equal me - one day. Leave us for now. Lacey will be - taught wisdom - shortly.”

Lacey was divested of the grand gown and dutifully divested Lucard of his garments as he started a touch that was light but felt through her entire frame. Laying her on the bed, he nibbled, teasing, watching her reactions. Satisfied by what he saw, he opened her legs but did not enter her. Instead, he raked the folds with a hot tongue and tasted with hungry lips as she swiftly grew moist. The tongue entered her like a member, but rolling up and back and she started moaning at the growing heat.

“Quiet, Lacey, quiet. Learn discipline. Whatever I do, you must not voice your feelings. Channel the urge to your mind, save it for other times.”

“Maaaster, I do not think I can …..” But the silent gasp that arose as his tongue re-entered curled and then swelling within told him she could. She had almost climaxed as he withdrew and explored her neck and mouth before mounting in one heavy thrust. He was pleased with the clipped back moan and watched almost dispassionately as she responded with her own natural heat to the slow long thrusts.

He clipped back his own laughter as she opened her mouth and closed it again, tears beginning to fall as she grasped his taut buttocks frantic, aching for MORE of him. Now she was ready and he gave the full huge length that swelled miraculously as he thrust deep and hot. Her head fell back in silent screams as she convulsed, and convulsed … He still thrust but bit in his own abandonment, drinking deeply as they convulsed together.

She lay, spent beyond all she had ever known. She felt, drained. She smiled weakly as he rose on one arm over her.

“Lacey. Thank you for your devotion. That was, superb. But I need you to do something for me now. I have taken from you. You must now take from me.”

“Taken, My Lord?”

“Taken. You are mine in more than body, you must seal the Bond. DRINK.”

He moved his bare neck to her lips and she suddenly knew, in clear blinding knowledge, what she now was: it was glorious! She bit shyly, drinking deep as he relaxed into her embrace. She felt renewed, young as she had not felt since her infancy, and wonderfully ALIVE!

“Ah, magnificent Lacey! Pleasure me again, slowly.”

“As My Lord wishes, it is MY pleasure AND Honour.”

Vlad returned to the tent just before the first rays of dawn arrived. He quietly took his place behind the curtains and watched the final ‘honours’. He felt his own climax as the pair reached theirs.

Cleaning himself, he presented himself meekly at the curtained entrance.

“Vlad! Enter, enter, it is YOUR chamber after all! Come, sit. Have you that flask handy?”

“Just behind you, My Lord. Fresh and unspoilt, your preferred. I trust Lacey has met with your, approval?”

Lucard laughed in genuine approval. “Indeed, Vlad, indeed. You have surpassed yourself. I have merely added the finishing touch. Lacey knows discipline and the beginnings of wisdom.” He turned to the blushing woman.

“And you, Lacey, will now do My Lord Vlad’s bidding without question and keep your - appetite - under control?”

She looked at the rugs that lay over the matting that was the floor. “I will Master, but it is hard to - control - needs. I will do my utmost to follow your wisdom and teaching in all things.”

Lucard smiled at Vlad’s raised eyebrow. “Call your ‘needs’ WANTS Lacey, that way you can maintain control when you feel yourself slipping. No one gets everything they want - but you will soon find the difference between what you WANT and what you really NEED.”

They all partook of the deep red wine that was half the blood of the young virginal man who had been Vlad’s latest squire. Nothing had tasted finer to Lacey.

“Come, Vlad, gather your commanders to me this day, I would have reports verbatim in person to show how I honour their service. Lacey, before the sun is too far up, visit Blackwing and introduce yourself, I would have you know each other. Bow as you did for me and wait for the tap on the shoulder before you look into his eyes.”

Lacey did so, the first early rays were not incapacitating like the main daylight. The great thunderbird sat in the large clearing to the rear of the command tents, carefully avoided by all but one genial man who knew the beast and was both handler and feeder on the rare visits.

“Come to admire, Lady? Thee be braver than the rest of the camp folk!”

“My Lord Lucard commands me know his magnificent mount. And truly magnificent he is!” She swept past the man and presented in the deep bow to the deepest black creature with the wing span half as big as the camp. Its feathers were light scales and lights like lightning bolts were in its eyes. A great talon tapped her delicately on the shoulder. As she looked up into the eyes, she saw the same flicker she had seen in Lucard’s and felt great affection for the beast.

The great shining curved beak opened to show rows of sparkling razor silver teeth, and it spoke in a deep tone. “Well met, My Lady. You know my name, you must give me yours.”

“I am Lacey, great Blackwing. I have never met one such as you before; you are, magnificent.”

“As you have already said, and I must agree. You will never see one such as me again, I am the last of my kind. My Lord Lucard rescued me when I was but an egg from those that destroyed my people. I serve him alone.”

“My Lord Lucard could never find a more devoted servant I am sure, Blackwing. But I would surely LOVE to ride myself, one day!”

The creature threw back its head in laughter, producing a fine fountain of fire that turned to frozen shards like arrows around them. “One day! Maybe, Lady Lacey, maybe. I like you. Go, before the sun warms too much.”

She ran laughing back to the now empty sleeping/living tent. A line of near shivering commanders stood in long row waiting for their hearing at the adjoining command post.