Darkness
Chapter 21 Prepared Sacrifice
Darkness Chapter 21 Prepared Sacrifice
A soft, gentle finger stroked Keylyn’s right cheekbone, brushing the pale silver violet streaked hair away from his face and eyes, “Come wake up my pretty elf prince, it is time to prepare you for the ritual you need to bathe. Midnight comes very soon now!”
Looking up with sleepy eyes at the Wizard standing over him in his dark velvet robe with his dark long hair falling loosely about his shoulders and down to his knees, full feminine, deep rose lips grinned down at him in amusement, the boy couldn’t help but wonder. Did the man, really, plan to sacrifice his life on his vile altar for some dark purpose?
“Darkness, are your planning to spill my blood and take my life tonight on your altar. I would like to know? So I can prepare myself for the inevitable. ” Ask Keylyn in a low desperate whisper followed by a groan. His arms hurt from being tied above his head.
“Blood shall be spilled on the altar, yes. Our blood will mingle together to become as one as part of the binding. But, no, foolish child you wont die tonight. What ever gave you that Idea? Did I not tell you earlier that you are too valuable me? That killing you would be much too wasteful? I have better ways to make use of you my treasure. Yes child prepare yourself for the spilling of blood, and even for a degree of pain. It can’t be avoided especially in second part of the ritual. But I promise I will endeavor to make it as brief as possible. Why do think I put you through so much torment this very day? It was only so I might reduce the distress of tonight, so your body would be better prepared to accept what it must endure to satisfy my ritual. ”
“I simply thought, Darkness, you just took pleasure in making me suffer and cry out in pain,” whispered Keylyn quietly. The boy, momentarily, forgot his hands were secured by silken scarves to the bed board behind his head as he endeavored to sit up on the bed. But his bound wrists made it impossible so he just gave up and lay still, his violet eyes burning with frustration as he stared up at the wizard.
Darkness smirked down at the questioning, irritated boy tied to the bed. Then he sat down on the edge beside him before he leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on the boy’s parted mouth and inhaling his warm breath. A part of him wanted to ravage that swollen pink mouth but, instead, he slid the tip of tongue over the right side of his captives cheek all the way to his right ear where he proceeded to suck, bite, and gently torment the pointed tip of it until Keylyn whimpered and arched himself up against his captors body, as if he ached for more of Darkness' attention.
“Ah, Yes, my sweet treasure... I suppose I do enjoy sexually tormenting you up to a certain point or should I say points,” he said laughing at his own jest, while, quickly, his fingers sought and found a hard tender nub on the boy’s chest, which he cruelly twisted and played with, until the boy yelped loudly in distress. For that same small cherry-red appendage was still enlarged and hyper-sensitive from earlier. “But, alas, only up to certain point my precious pet. What you endured to day was unfortunately, necessary. Now, come Keylyn my beauty stop distracting me from my purpose with all you’re your lovely naked charms. I came to free and prepare you for tonight. Now, be still and let me untie you from the bed, so stop wiggling about so. ”
“Yes, Damn you, untie me! I'm very thirsty and I'm wiggling about because I've needed take a piss for hours now. Not that you cared. Much longer and you would be sleeping in a very wet bed tonight. Not that I should really care about that, either, after all the hell you've put me through. Especially, my lying Darkness, if you truly planned to sacrifice me to some bloody, filthy, dark god tonight. "
“Hush now, vulgar brat!” Said Seer’ Reign untying the silk scarves from the headboard. Then he, carefully, unwrapped the silk from each of the boy’s slender wrists and gently checked each fragile wrist for damage. The wizard slid his fingers over the boy’s pulse points feeling the blood throbbing rapidly in his veins.
Suddenly, Keylyn tore away from his captor then quickly headed toward the bath and the privy. Several minutes later the boy left the privy with a relieved expression on his face, only to be met by the wizard who stood just outside the door, waiting. The boy moved to go around him.
The wizard observed that the boy seemed intent on ignoring him, walking right by and back to the room. He also noticed that the elf youth seemed completely comfortable with his nakedness, which wasn’t always the case. It's surprising what being tied naked to a bed as well as drugged and tortured for a day will do for an individual to put simple nakedness in its proper perspective. Seer’ Reign laughed at his own ruthless and crude observation.
“Keylyn! Stop! Where are you going? It’s late, you need to bathe. I already had mine, so remain here. ”
“Darkness, I told you I am thirsty! I need water now!”
“Boy, I’ll make a deal with you… get in the hot water and started scrubbing yourself good with soap, from head to toe, including your lovely pale hair, and I will bring you some water. But, if I am not satisfied with your results, I'll will make you do the job a second time. Now, get in the water. I suggest you don’t force me to make you, for you know how annoyed and mean I can be when you’re disobedient! ”
“Yeah, Darkness, sometimes I think you’re more of a ruthless fucking bath attendant with a fetish than a breathtaking, evil wizard. But, damn, what’s with your cleanliness thing?” Laughed Keylyn, as a strange wave of hysterical relief washed over him that he was no longer being tortured, at least for the moment.
“Beauty without cleanliness is still smelly. And smelly is disgusting. It offends my senses. So, get washing. Besides cleanliness is suppose to be next to godliness. Boy, don’t you want to be like a god? Replied the Wizard with a chuckle.
“Okay, I’ll wash. Just, please, bring me some water to drink,” said the boy stepping down into the pool with the hot, steamy water with sigh then he heard Darkness walk away. Keylyn noticed that the hot water was completely clear and fresh, making him wonder how the water was changed. Was it with Darkness’ Magic? He grabbed the lilac soap and a sponge from the side of pool then began to scrub down his body as he was ordered.
Keylyn finished lathering his hair and body until they both were sufficiently covered in soapsuds. Then the elf boy sat still just comfortably lounging in the hot water. The, exquisite, wet heat soon loosened his sore muscles as well as the abused and stretched opening between his legs. But his comfort was soon interrupted when a series of painful nerve spasms took control of him. For the very hot water penetrate deep into the torn, tender, and damaged flesh making it, painfully, sting and twitch. Keylyn groaned and thrashed about in the water as several more spasms racked his mistreated opening. Suddenly, the boy was aware that he was being observed so he looked up to see Darkness watching his distress.
“Hurts doesn’t it, my treasure? Unfortunately, I am unable to give you anything for that pain now. Not until after the ritual. Here’s the water you ask for, boy. Drink it slowly. It's all I can give you for now…”
“…. Until after the fucking ritual, damn-it! I know,” said the boy with angry moan as he grabbed the silver goblet from the wizard then stared down in it and, to his dismay found it barely half-full. “I'm dying of thirst and this all you can give me to drink? Darkness, I think you so enjoy being a bastard, don’t you?" The boy drank down the water down in one swallow then seemed about to throw the silver goblet at the wizard.
Interrupted an angry, yelling Keylyn. “Don’t say it again, you fucking brutal, molesting bastard. I don’t want to hear it! ” Seer’ Reign abruptly ruthlessly silenced the boy when he reached over and laid his hand on his soapy head and pushed him, violently, down into the water until he was total submerged, holding him there several long seconds, before he,at last, allowed him to re-surface, sputtering and coughing from the water that filled his open, gasping mouth.
“Foul mouth little brat! Something tells me that only beating your bottom raw with a switch will teach you to be respectful. But even that must wait until I am done with you tonight. Just maybe I wont need to beat you after all. For when I am done spell-binding you, you’ll be totally biddable to my will. Now, Keylyn get out of water and dry yourself off. Or would you like me to do it for you? As angry as I am, something tells me you wont enjoy it. Say one single word to me and I will painfully thrash you until you’re bleeding and senseless. ” Said the fuming wizard as he waited for the boy to get out of the water then he threw him a fresh towel.
Seeing the fury in man’s dark eyes, the boy obeyed. First he toweled off his body until it was completely dry then he started on his wet hair. All at once, the impatient wizard tore the towel from his grasp, “Be still, boy! I’ll do it for you. For I so enjoy handling your lovely mane of fine pale hair. ” Long slender fingers tenderly rubbed his hair until it was completely dry and feathery soft and standing straight out from head like a radiant aura. The wizard grabbed him by wrist and insistently steered him over to the stone massage bench, forcing him to sit down on it as a large hairbrush appeared from inside the wizard black velvet robe and he began to gently to use it on the boy’s hair. Keylyn expected the man to be rough and harsh in his treatment because of his anger but that wasn’t the case at all. He moved the brush slowly and sensually through the pale strands of hair repeatedly until the boy felt himself start to relax under his stroking hand, as the endless brushing continued. The boy found himself leaning back against his captor, enjoying the heavenly languid sensation he couldn't resist. Then the brushing stopped, all at once, as needy seeking fingers were run affectionately through both sides of Keylyn's fine, soft flowing hair. Suddenly without warning, those same exploring fingers seized the tiny curled points of both the elf’s ears, and proceeded to massage them without let up until they began to warm and blush scarlet between Darkness’ teasing, moving fingers. Keylyn, instantly, felt his body respond sexually to what was being done to his ears, even his cock twitched wildly between his legs, his body flushed with warmth and as soft purring growl of arousal escaped his already panting mouth. “Your tiny, elegant ears are so exquisitely sensitive to my touch, my sweet little Key. One minute you incite me to terrible anger and the next you make me want too screw you senseless. Alas, I must stop this…!”
The aroused boy completed the wizard’s sentence in a breathless, panting, wanton whisper, “…until after the ritual!” Followed by a single, low, almost hysterical, giggle.
The wizard’s only response was to pull the boy into an embrace then press his lips to the boy’s soft hair. Then, he dragged the boy to his feet, yanking him, roughly, toward his chamber. For Seer’ Reign’s sense of time told him, their time was running short. He needed to prepare the boy then get him down to the ceremonial chamber with time enough to spare. Yet he would be most disappointed he if couldn’t prepare the boy, exactly, as he planned.
In the end, the black wizard, Seer’ Reign, was pleased for everything worked out as he liked and the boy, for most part remained silent, passive, and obedient as he was dressed and prepared. Only one minor incident of rebellion mired the proceedings, when the boy stubbornly refused his wishes, but a fierce expression and several strongly placed threats quickly forced the boy to comply with his wishes. Now that the elf boy was fully prepared, the satisfied wizard had plenty of spare time so he, slowly, led his very nervous little pet down a series of ten flights of stairs that, ultimately, leads down into the dark depths of castle to the secret chamber where his occult arts were carried out.