Forever Caged [Complete]

Sorry this is being uploaded rather late in the day. Internet troubles. Chapter 20 is up already as well.

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Chapter 19: Plot


By the time the sun was setting, the old veran's carriage pulled up to Rendell's manor. He glided up to the door, knocked twice, and waited. He gave a little grin to the petite maid that answered, told him who he was, and strode inside after the door opened for him. The small woman led him to an ornate set of doors, which the veran gathered must be Rendell's room. He could sense the darkness starting to choke everything, and saw a few shadows dance under the door. Rendell must be in a lot of pain if he had his power running at full force. He waited patiently as the little maid knocked and informed her master of his guest's arrival.

"Come in!" Rendell choked. He was using his tentacles to try and stand, but it wasn't working. "Damn it, the brat had more spunk than I thought." 

Koumori walked into the blackened room, his amber eyes adjusting easily to the darkness. His own energy pushed some of the darkness away from his body, and he couldn't help but grin at Rendell. "My gods you're a sorry thing. I did warn you though." He set his heavy suitcase down by Rendell's bed, and knelt to flick open the clasps.

Rendell couldn't help but laugh. "You did. But it was fun. I had so much fun trying to break the boy." He looked at the old veran. "You're much better at this sort of thing than I am."

"Oh, you tried to break him?" Koumori's voice drawled in mock concern. "Tsk tsk. I assure you, he is much more fun with his mind still intact. Ah, here we are." He lifted a tray out of his case and set it on the large wooden dresser, and began to set different sized bottles with colorful liquids on top of it.

Rendell nodded. "Yes. Tell me, did his mother die all too long ago? I told him about some tramp that a friend hunted oh... two, three years back. He almost snapped."

Koumori stilled for second, turning to face Rendell. "I found his mother dead in a cheap motel room, not far from where I found him. She had some Feythic symbols carved into her. But he was only eight years old then. And what do you mean 'almost?' Looks to me like he did a pretty good number on you."

Rendell smiled. "He still had the sense to run when that naga's boy grabbed him." He thought for a moment. "Not the boy's mother then." He thought a moment longer. "Want to help me find him?"

Koumori's eyes narrowed, and his long fiery hair swished as he turned back around and began to mix several liquids into a larger flask. "I sold the boy off because it was not wise for me to remain in his life. I fear I would have killed him soon if I did not get rid of him. You see, Black Requiems are an extremely rare kind of their species. They came to be during the final wars that happened several millennia ago, to bring the race's revenge back down upon the people that enslaved and tortured them. Certainly you have been alive long enough to remember?"

He swished the bottle around, and the contents started to bubble. "Anyway, these Black ones must not be killed. They were meant to absorb all the pain, anger, and sadness of the rest of their kind, and turn it back on the world. If one were murdered, the results would be catastrophic. Luckily, his mother was not Black, but Purple, which is why that town is still there. His father, however, is another matter."

Rendell nodded. "Yeah the boy told me something about that right before he lost it." He got the shadows to sit him up. "So no killing then?"

Koumori tore open a small paper packet and dumped its powdery contents into the bottle. "Killing him is out of the question. With a power like his, it could very well consume the world. Blacks have a tendency to lean toward insanity, and typically are unpredictable unless you can force your dominance on them. It seems you gave him too much leeway." He swished the bottle's contents some more, then set it down to let it bubble and fizz.

"I'll keep that in mind. So you're not coming with me then? Also, what are you making?" Rendell could almost stand on his shadows.

Koumori let out a long sigh. "I don't know. It's dangerous, as simply being near the boy makes my head spin." He turned to face Rendell, his body relaxed. "That," he said as he pointed behind him, "is something that will speed your healing. You'll be able to walk around without your puppet strings in three days or so." He smirked at his own little joke. "It tastes nasty however, so I hope you have an iron stomach."

"I need to get moving faster than that..." Rendell grimaced. Who knows how far they could go in three days? 

Koumori's eyes narrowed. "Fine, but before I add the last accelerants, I want a taste of you."

Rendell gave Koumori a funny look. "A taste of me? What the hell do you need that for?" He was taking small steps, and his joints screamed at him.

"Payment. For getting involved in things that should be out of my life forever by coming all the way out here. Besides, these ingredients aren't cheap, and money just gets so boring. I think it is fair exchange, no?"

Rendell grinned. "You are aware that I am masochistic right? Just to clear up any future confusion." He loosened his collar and tilted his head. "Go on"

Koumori returned the grin. "Always makes things interesting." He slid through the darkness to Rendell, and found his eyes level with the blonde's ear. He leaned forward, placing one clawed hand on the demon's side as he sunk his fangs into flesh. He made a small noise, sucking at the blood that welled out of Rendell's neck. With the taste came images, and Koumori saw the events of the last two days flash behind his eyes. He pulled back after he could make sense of them, and gasped. He licked the remaining blood from his mouth, then said, "No wonder the boy was in such a fit."

When Rendell felt his skin give under Koumori's fangs, he moaned. As the blood flowed out of him, he could feel it being replaced with liveliness. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I've played my share of cruel games with him, some worse than what you have done, but that...Is a little over the top. You very well sent him over the edge with that binding spell. It'd be a miracle if he could be pulled back." He turned about quickly, back to work on the potion.

"I'll concoct something else as well. He needs to be contained before he wreaks some serious havoc. I've bound him myself, but blood was always enough. By allowing him to consume so much of yours, he absorbed some of your powers. Permanently." He sighed, resting his upper body on his hands as they wrapped around the dresser's edge.

"Feythic spells cannot be used on Blacks without serious repercussions. It's a wonder you're still alive. He very well would have killed you if that other boy hadn't dragged him away."

Rendell nodded. "For that, I count my lucky stars." He took a deep breath to calm himself. "It just felt too good though. I've never been agitated like that. People are too afraid to let loose."

Koumori chuckled. "And he had control over his powers. This manor would not be here had he truly lost it."

Rendell threw his head back and cackled. "Oh poor Clarice. I must frighten her so. I love this, I'm hunting that boy down." He looked at the fizzing bottle. "Is it ready yet?"

Koumori added an acid-green drop of something else, then corked the bottle and shook it. "Just about." He set it down and started working on several other potions especially for Reyvn. "Rendell, I understand your want for a fantastic fight, but if you want to live and keep your city, you'll act with caution. You can tie the boy down and beat him to your heart's content, but do not break him."

"Alright, fine," Rendell said. "He'll probably last longer that way. Hey, you wanna fight?" he asked Koumori, only half joking.

Koumori busied himself with his work, keeping his back to Rendell. "You have a death wish, don't you? I may be a pompous, conniving bastard who spends his days caught up in frivolous things, but there's a good reason why I don't have many visitors, and it's got nothing to do with being a recluse."

Rendell slid a tentacle up Koumori's inner thigh. "Not so much a death wish as a desire for a thrill. You know how bored one gets after getting so old." He grinned.

Koumori lashed out with his own aura, hot and sharp against Rendell's tentacle. A sly grin crept across his face, and he finished up the last of his potions. He set them down, grabbed the large bottle and uncorked it, and stepped over to Rendell. He placed his other hand on the taller man's chest, and pushed. "Down you go."

With Rendell's aura being pushed back, he had nothing holding him up. He let out a sharp "Ack!" as he crumpled to the ground. "I knew you wanted to play."

Koumori chuckled, and picked up the demon effortlessly and flung him onto the large bed. He crawled up to join him and straddled his waist. "Can you sit?"

Rendell got his aura to force him to a sitting position. He winced as his body protested. "Ta-da," he said sarcastically.

"Lovely!" Koumori said with feigned glee. He put the lip of the glass bottle to Rendell's lips, and started to tilt it forward. "Now open wiiiide," he said in a little sing-song voice.

Rendell opened his mouth, and let the liquid pour in. He wanted to spit it out, it tasted so god-awful, but he could feel himself healing already. As he forced himself to swallow it, he started testing his joints. "Blech, what the hell."

Koumori tilted the bottle until the very last drop slid into Rendell's mouth, then shifted to set it to the side where it wouldn't break. "And you'll be all better by tomorrow night. Don't move too much though, or it'll take hours longer." He slid his hands up Rendell's shirt, gently playing at the scratches on his sides. "If you want him to fight back, a little sip of blood is all he needs. Much more, and well...You felt what happened." He grinned, digging his long nails in a little.

Rendell's head tilted back and he moaned softly. "I kind of figured. Are you trying to instigate something?"

"You wanted to play, right?" Koumori pushed Rendell's shirt up, and leaned down to flick his tongue over one nipple. One hand trailed its nails down the demon's hip, tracing the deep cuts Reyvn had left behind. He moved his mouth to the side of Rendell's ribcage, tongue sliding across the wounds.

Small noises of pleasure escaped from Rendell. "That's not fair, I can't do anything back to you." When Koumori's tongue slid over the wounds on his ribcage, his head swam. "Oohh yes."

"I know," Koumori said happily, "that's what makes the game so much fun! I get to do whatever I want, and you just sit there and take it like a bitch." He knew he could talk how we wanted for now, because the potion would not be in full effect for at least an hour. He also knew Rendell's control over his darkness wasn't at its peak, and could easily fend it off. He sunk his fangs in to the raw slice on Rendell's side, tongue prodding and flicking at it as blood welled out.

Tentacles danced around Rendell as he felt the area under Koumori's mouth tingle. They reached towards the veran, stroking and petting his back and behind. One was even brave enough to slip between his legs and caress the man's groin.

Koumori moaned, his body reacting to the caresses of the dark tendrils. He knew it wouldn't be gentle for long, if he understood Rendell as well as he thought, and lightly raked his nails down the other man's chest and abdomen. He wasn't ready to be rough just yet.

The tendrils snaked up Koumori's shirt, while some slid around his thighs. Rendell arched his back as the veran's nails added fresh marks to the old ones. 

Koumori's body arched back in response, claws finding Rendell's thighs and gripping tightly. He quickly undid his vest, tossed it off the bed, then slid his shirt off to join the vest. A well-sculpted body had been hiding under those clothes, and the veran leaned forward again. His hands wrapped around the bunched material of Rendell's shirt, and pulled it apart in one smooth motion. One hand snaked into the blonde hair, gripping as his fangs trailed along the demon's collarbone.

Rendell gasped and began panting. A tentacle teased at Koumori's nipple, and the demon looked down to admire the delicious body his darkness was teasing. He tensed up when Koumori's fangs grazed his collar bone. "Stop teasing me, you fuck!"

Koumori's nipple hardened as it was played with, his other mimicking it. "But it's getting you so riled up," he purred into Rendell's ear. He nipped at his earlobe and tugged before sliding his tongue down the man's neck. He flicked it over the puncture marks he'd made earlier, enjoying the powerful taste of the demon's blood. The hand not tangled in Rendell's hair slid to his pants, skillfully unfastening them before slipping in to tease.

Rendell arched into Koumori, growing hard in his hand. "Yesss," he hissed. His tentacles pressed against Koumori's ass, wanting access into the veran. Some of them were smart enough to wriggle in, but the pants were too tight to give them much leeway. 

Koumori batted the naughty tentacles away with his own aura, and he shifted his body down Rendell's, tongue tracing along the contours of his stomach. He released Rendell's hair and reached down to undo his own pants, and let out a little sigh as his engorged cock was let out. He pulled Rendell's pants down a little, and lowered his mouth to the area demanding attention.

Rendell shuddered as Koumori's mouth traveled down his body. He looked down at him, watching as the veran poised himself over his hardness. "Remember, love: No teeth," he joked.

Koumori deliberately ran the tip of one fang down Rendell's cock. "You love it, bitch." His amber eyes gleamed as he grinned up at the demon, before sliding his tongue up the quivering mass. He took the head into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tip. His hands gripped at Rendell's thighs to hold his own body up, claws digging in every so often.

Rendell's head lolled to one side as a deep, throaty noise escaped him. "I love it," he growled. His hips thrust up a little, sending a searing pain down Rendell's legs, and he made a noise that sounded somewhat like a strangled scream. The pain only seemed to intensify what the man on top of him was doing, so he relished it.

"Mmm," Koumori moaned around Rendell's cock as it plunged deeper into his mouth. He pulled away, licking his lips. "Easy now, don't want you to break anything else before the potion even starts to work." Clawed fingertips traced down Rendell's inner thigh, finding their way to his balls. They stroked gently, careful not to cut.

The tentacles around Rendell shuddered. Some slid up Koumori's back, touching and teasing everything. One decided to go back to caressing his crotch, and was delighted when it found Koumori's cock exposed. The tentacle wrapped around it and began to gently pulsate, sliding itself up and down.

Koumori's body shuddered as he let out a moan, not expecting the subtle vibrating that enveloped him and slid around. He lowered his head again, fully extending his tongue before pressing it against the underside of Rendell's throbbing need. He slowly licked upwards, then took the head into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around. He pulled away after a while, and shifted his body so that he could remove his pants. They joined the rest of his clothes on the floor, and he started to slide back up Rendell's body. He straddled the demon's hips, pressing his ass teasingly against the other's cock. He gazed down at Rendell, watching his expressions.

Rendell's eyes were glazed over with lust. It took him a moment to realize what was happening, and then he laughed. "You wouldn't. Your little bitch told me you'd never done this before."

"My little bitch told you no such thing." Koumori leaned forward to lap at Rendell's neck, before moving his mouth down to create two new shallow puncture marks. "I may not have let him fuck me, but I have had other partners. You didn't think he was all I had, did you?" He reached behind himself to grab Rendell, and positioned his body over him.

Rendell shrugged. "It's possible, the boy is very pretty. But I still think you're bluffing." He yelped quietly as he was punctured again. He vaguely wondered how much blood he had lost in the past few days.

Koumori slowly slid himself onto Rendell, letting out a small gasp of pleasure. When he was far enough, he removed his hand, placing it on Rendell's stomach while the other went to his hip. He held himself steady, and tensed his lower muscles, grinning. "You sure?" He relaxed, slid down farther, and tensed again before taking Rendell in fully. He remained still for a while, wanting to watch the torment play across the blonde's face.

Rendell squirmed under Koumori. "Ohh gods!" he moaned. The veran was tighter than he had first anticipated, and when he tightened, it almost hurt Rendell.

Koumori let out a low, rolling laugh. He let his muscles relax again, and started to slide back up. His hands tensed where they'd been placed, the tips of the claws digging into the flesh gently.

Rendell arched, pulling himself back before trying to thrust up again. His body was so overwhelmed that his broken joints only ached now. The tentacle around Koumori's cock squeezed, while others raked their sharp tips down the veran's back.

Koumori kept his control, writhing only a little under the tentacles' actions. He slid back down, a pleasured moan escaping his mouth.

More tendrils snaked up Koumori's body, clawing here and there. One worked its way around a nipple and tugged lightly while the one around the veran's cock tried to keep pace with Rendell's thrusts. The demon got a spark of inspiration, and used some of the shadowy wisps to tease Koumori's ass. "Let's see how far you stretch," he said. The wisps quickly thickened to about as thick as Rendell's cock, and one slid into Koumori just as Rendell was sliding back out.

Koumori shuddered under all the sensations, writhing and arching back in pleasure as he was deliciously violated. His amber eyes narrowed in question as he heard Rendell speak. When he felt the shadows teasing his entrance, he understood, and was just barely ready when a shadow as thick as Rendell forced its way in. His claws raked down the demon's thigh and stomach as he cried out in pain and pleasure, and thrust his body hard onto both shadow and flesh.

Rendell moaned loudly as the pressure on his cock doubled. "Can you take more?" he asked through gritted teeth. His eyes were glowing with lust and glee watching Koumori writhe and cry out.

The veran's eyes gleamed in delight, his body thrusting itself up and down. He moaned again, his head falling back. "Yessss," he hissed, "but can you?"

"Of course." Rendell obliged to what he thought the veran was demanding. A second tentacle wriggled its way inside Koumori, and a few traced along his neck, teasing behind his ear.

Koumori felt his fangs elongate as he rode his lust, and found himself unable to close his mouth fully. His thrusts slowed, but became more forceful as he felt a second shadow slither in. He hissed his next moan, claws burying deep into Rendell's flesh.

Rendell bucked and moaned, his cock being squeezed tighter. Tendrils snaked around the veran's wrists and wrenched them away from Rendell's hips, holding them behind his back as a third one forced its way inside. They all began exploring Koumori's insides as hungrily as they had Reyvn's, petting this and that, teasing the demon in the process. His precum was making the tentacles slick, letting them slide around more easily. Tentacles started wrapping and constricting Koumori's cock, while more began teasing his nipples and the sensitive areas on his stomach. One even tried to force its way into the veran's mouth. Rendell's pain, lust and pleasure were making the darkness hungry, willing to devour the old veran.

Koumori screamed his pleasure, deep liquid voice reverberating off the walls. He cursed in other tongues, loving the way the tentacles hurt and brought him euphoria at the same time. It'd been far too long since he'd had sex this mind-blowing, and he relished it. His body started to tense, precum flowing rapidly from him. He let the shadow at his mouth slip in, allowing it to explore.

Tentacles whipped at the veran's firm ass cheeks, leaving fine welts as Rendell's howls of euphoria joined Koumori's screams. Everything that was done to the tendrils, Rendell felt, and it almost pushed him over the edge. He forced himself to sit up a little straighter, while the tendrils holding the veran's arms forced him down to Rendell's level.  Rendell bit Koumori's neck hard, feeling his canines threatening to break skin. He wanted it, that release the blood would give him.

Koumori was nearing his peak, and he tried to contain himself till the very end. He gasped and moaned when his ass was further assaulted from the outside, arching his body into the delightful pain. He allowed himself to be shoved down close to Rendell, and moved his head to one side, stretching his neck for the demon as he was bitten. He screamed again, eyes shutting tightly while he rode on the sensations building and threatening to overflow. "Lower," he told Rendell, knowing the skin would give more easily there.

Rendell didn't need to be told twice. He nibbled a little lower, testing the reactions he got, and when he found one he liked, he gave a mighty bite. The skin was pierced easily, and blood welled into Rendell's mouth, and the rich, deep flavor made his head swim. All at once, his senses snapped sharp, and he realized exactly how tightly he was being crushed. Sparks flew in his vision, and he gave a powerful thrust, forcing the tentacles deeper than they already were. He and the darkness went rigid, trying to stave off the inevitable explosion.

Koumori couldn't help but grin as he moaned his pleasure, feeling the power Rendell received wash over both of them. He knew Rendell was close, and started moving his body more furiously to push them both off that fine edge. His own aura crackled and heated around him, making small sparks in the air. He could feel the shadows snake deeper in his body, deeper than was safe, but enjoyed it anyway.

Rendell couldn't hold it back anymore. His own orgasm hit him hard, overcoming him like a violent wave as he flooded Koumori with his essence. He flung his arms around the veran, holding him close and snarling.

Koumori's body tried to arch, but found it was unable to due to Rendell's hold. He peaked with the demon, his hot seed spilling out over their stomachs. He shuddered and moaned, ripping his hands away from the shadows to dig into Rendell's hips.

Rendell forced the tentacle out of Koumori's mouth and planted his own there, letting his tongue slide around the veran's fangs and lips. He thrust up hard as he felt a sharp, delicious pain in his hips. He let Koumori ride him to the end of his own orgasm, his lips still firmly planted to his rider's.

Koumori returned the passion, his tongue sliding into Rendell's mouth and thoroughly exploring. He moaned into the demon's mouth as another thrust pounded into him, and his body moved with it. Finally he grew soft, and his body racked with tremors. He pulled his mouth away, gasping as he felt Rendell's body grow soft as well. He started to slide off, finding his taxed muscles almost too weak to do so.

The tentacles slid out of Koumori, and Rendell helped him off. He was quite pleased with his performance, and his body ached wonderfully. He turned to Koumori and asked, "So, how does this make you feel?"

Koumori flopped next to the demon, his chest heaving. He gave a hearty laugh, resting one bloodied hand on his stomach. "I'm positively glowing. Are you blind?" He chuckled, eyes glinting in the dim light as he looked up at Rendell. "Yourself?"

Rendell hadn't noticed he was panting, and he smiled for it. "I feel much better now. Really, you should try entertaining the medical field."

"I do. How else do you think I get some of my potions?" Koumori laughed again, and stared up at the ceiling. "Wow. It's been too long. The boy is great, but nothing beats demon."

Rendell smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment and I thank you for it. You weren't too bad yourself." He looked over at the veran. "Perhaps we should entertain each other again sometime."

"I concur. Just don't expect me to be so gentle all the time." The smile on Koumori's face threatened to crack it. He was absolutely beaming. His eyes snapped open, and he rolled on his side to face Rendell and propped his head up on one hand. "Now then, what are you planning to do to the little bitch once we find him?"

"Hmm... You know, I don't really know," Rendell said. "I was thinking just a beating for his running away. He is cut up, so it'd hurt badly."

"Oh, that's it?" Koumori feigned a pout. "Well, he does belong to you now, so do what pleases you as long as he doesn't die." A thought struck him then, and he said, "If you like, I can cook up something that will make him scream for you. Beg for your touch." He traced a finger lightly along Rendell's arm, the edges of his lips curling.