Forever Caged [Complete]

Chapter 22: Force


Three days later, Rendell had Reyvn chained down to his bed and was tending to the wounds he inflicted on the boy.

Koumori was busy perusing Rendell's library. He'd respected the demon's wishes to stay out of his way, so he would. He had deposited Arna at Lesara's home, deciding it would be better in the long run. He'd find himself a new toy later. He found a few books he was interested in, then took them to the guest room Rendell had provided. He set up his little portable lab, and got to work.

Rendell slipped into the room behind Koumori. "Damn, that wore me out. Fun though. How you feeling?" He stepped behind the veran and examined his work, impressed by the man's skill.

Koumori felt Rendell before he even entered the room, and simply kept mixing his potions. "Verans heal quickly. I am fine." He bent down, pouring some purple liquid into a beaker. He needed the measurements to be exact. He set the bottle down, then reached for an uncapped jar. He scooped up a small spoonful of the powder it contained, then dumped it in the beaker and stirred it around. "How are Reyvn's wounds?'

"I cleaned them up. The cuts I gave him a few days ago are healing faster than I anticipated." Rendell sighed. "I'm bored. I'm going to the library. Join me if you wish."

"I'll come get you when I'm done with this." He poured the beaker's contents into a larger bottle, added some water, a drop of what appeared to be honey, and some vile-smelling green liquid. He capped the bottle, then swished it around. "Reyvn should wake up before much longer."

"Right. I should keep an eye on him then. Scratch the library, I'll be in my room." Rendell faded back out, and returned to Reyvn's bedside. 

Reyvn was muttering soft apologies and Arna's name in his sleep, body twitching every so often at the images in his dreams. He saw the world become consumed in darkness, and there was nothing to stop it. At the center of the darkness was himself, and in his arms he held the limp body of Arna. Tears leaked slowly from his eyes, and he tried shaking his head. He saw Koumori and Rendell dead behind him, and even that was not enough to heal the damage. He shook his head again, voice growing louder each time he spoke.

"No...No!" he yelled, and his eyes snapped open. His vision was blurry and his body was hot, his breath heavy. He panted softly, and blinked to try and see better. He saw black everywhere, and his pulse sped. He tried to sit up, and found he didn't have full use of his arms. He was also laying on his stomach. He pulled, trying to make sense of what was going on. He heard metal clank around him, and he panicked more.

Rendell peered over him. "You're awake. Did you sleep well?" He chuckled. "You did a lot of damage, you know."

Reyvn yelped when he heard Rendell's voice. He tugged harder at the chains, and found some were attached to his ankles as well. He tried not to look at Rendell. As if, somehow, seeing the man would make the situation more real.

Rendell chuckled again. "You know, your friend was in a bad state when we left him. You ought to be more careful next time." He patted Reyvn's head. "Maybe they'd make it."

Reyvn jerked his head away from Rendell's touch. Why couldn't things like this just be a nightmare for once? He paused his struggling, thinking on Rendell's words. "W...what?"

"What do you mean, 'what?' You remember what happened, don't you?" Rendell knew Koumori told him to watch his tricks, but he couldn't help this. It was too perfect.

Reyvn looked over his shoulder at the demon, eyes wide with anger. But there was also uncertainty. "I remember attacking you bastards for hurting Arna!"

The demon couldn't contain his laughter. "That you did, and you did a good job! But you got your little friend in the process."

Reyvn jerked hard at the chain on his right arm, and something cracked as it gave a little. It wasn't his body. "Liar! That's...that's not possible!"

Rendell shrugged. "Well, if he would have made it, he would be laying next to you to be punished as well. You should already know that I love doling out punishment." 

Reyvn stilled again, glaring at Rendell. He knew those words were true...But could he really have killed Arna? He shook his head quickly. He understood his power, for the most part. He might not have total control, but it knew what he wanted, and acted accordingly. He was sure that it would avoid harming Arna... "I...I still don't believe you."

Rendell shrugged. "You might when you see dinner tonight. Assuming you're well enough to eat." He grinned wider. "But whether you believe me or not is not the issue. You've misbehaved terribly and now you must pay." He slipped back into the shadows and went to visit Koumori. "Is it done yet?"

Reyvn watched Rendell leave, and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He slumped back into the satin-encased mattress and sobbed silently.

Koumori capped a second potion just as Rendell entered. He turned, holding both bottles in front of him. "Yes. Here." He handed the deep green-blue liquid to the demon first. "This is to heal him. It's faster than the one I gave you, and more potent. Don't dismember him, and it'll heal any wound within seconds to hours, depending on the severity. One swallow is enough, so use it sparingly." He then handed the other bottle over, filled with reddish-purple liquid that looked thick and heavy. "And this is the one that will have him begging for you. Be careful with it, too much will make him sick and then he won't do anything you want."

Rendell examined both potions. "How much is 'too much?' And how sick will he get?" He set the bottles down on the table and turned to Koumori. "Thank you for coming all the way out here and showing me such a good time. I think I know how to alleviate my boredom later."

Koumori sighed, and turned to start packing his things away. "It's stronger than what I used to use. Both of these are improved now, which is why they work better. A sip of the red will have the boy eager for you for several hours. I'd say two gulps of the stuff will overwhelm him, and he'll be vomiting it back up all over the place. He'd have a fever for about a week, which would also render him impotent for the time. Experiment with the dosage gradually though, I haven't had a chance to test it on requiems."

"Thanks again," Rendell said. He offered out his hand to Koumori. "Please, feel free to come back any time."

Koumori clicked his case shut, and turned with rolled up papers in one hand. He slid them into Rendell's hand. "Those are the recipes for other potions, and all their details, should you wish for more to do or if you run out." He was frowning. He wasn't too happy to be here. He didn't like being near Reyvn anymore, especially after the event several nights ago. "I'll be in that town for a few nights. It's been far too long since I've ventured away from my own region, so I think some exploring will do some good." He grinned, then shook Rendell's hand before taking leave.

"Take care. Clarice, be a dear and show this gentleman out." As if from nowhere, Clarice appeared outside the door. As she was leading Koumori out of the house, Rendell was on his way back to the room. He stopped by the library first to deposit the papers Koumori had handed him, then appeared by Reyvn's side. "How are you feeling now?"

Reyvn had stopped crying, but a damp spot remained on the pillow. He glared up at the demon as it formed in the room, remaining silent.

"I'll understand if you don't want dinner. Leaving that boy's body would have been a terrible waste of meat. However, I'm going to give you something for your wounds, and I suggest you don't take it on an empty stomach." Rendell held up both of the bottles Koumori had given him. "In the other bottle is your punishment. He said he's amped it up a bit."

Reyvn's eyes widened at the sight of the bottles, and he reflexively tried to scoot away. No. Gods no, not again. Not more potions. He frowned at Rendell's words. He still didn't believe Arna was dead. Wait...who? "'He?'" His frown deepened. "You mean Koumori?"

"Who else would I mean? Now open wide." Rendell uncorked one of the bottles. He sniffed its contents and held it out a bit. "Bleh, smells awful."

Reyvn pursed his lips and clenched his teeth together. No way was he gonna drink that stuff. He turned his head away from Rendell, trying to avoid it.

Rendell grabbed Reyvn's face and squeezed, forcing his jaw apart. He poured in the liquid, and held Reyvn there till he swallowed.

Reyvn tensed up, and tried to jerk his head from Rendell's grasp. When he couldn't, he let the potion flow into his mouth. He made a disgusted face, or as much as one could with their face being squeezed, but when it didn't taste like the sickeningly sweet aphrodisiac, he went ahead and swallowed it. This must be what would heal him.

Rendell smiled, pleased at how fast it was taking effect. He bowed, and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, dinner's ready. I'll bring some up to you in a bit."

Reyvn coughed lightly, still glaring at Rendell. He tugged on the chains, then asked, "Can I at least bathe while you're busy?" He felt gross, and wondered if Rendell had even bothered to wash him while he'd been asleep. He knew he must have been out for a few days.

"When I get back." Rendell faded into the shadows and left to eat dinner. The cooks really outdid themselves tonight; the steak was tender as ever.

Reyvn sighed, and relaxed back into the bed. He shut his eyes and his back tensed, making him gasp. He looked over his shoulder, trying to see his backside. Why didn't his wings appear? He knew they weren't removed. He focused again, and his back twinged. He made a small noise, then flopped back down and tried to remember the last things that happened to him.

Rendell finished with his supper, and had a plate brought up to his room while he sat in the library and read over the papers a bit. Clarice opened the door and set the plate next to the bed. "Master said not to uncuff you, so I'm to feed you," she said softly.

Reyvn started, watching the door. He sighed when he only saw the small maid enter. He watched her settle down, then thought for a moment. Quietly, he asked, "Before I eat anything...do you know what kind of meat that is?"

Clarice shook her head. "I'd guess eskera or something like that. Oh, dear, hang on." She pulled a few strands of red off the plate and tossed them into the dust bin. "If you don't want to eat, I can take the plate back down."

Reyvn paled. It felt like he'd just swallowed a rock. "W...what'd you just pull off?" They didn't look long enough to be Arna's hair, but then Arna's hair wasn't exactly the most even in length.

Clarice shrugged. "Looks like hair." She began cutting up the meat. "Will you eat?"

He ignored the question. He still couldn't believe what Rendell said. Wouldn't, not until he had solid proof. He watched Clarice cut into the food, thinking for a while. "Does one of the cooks have red hair?"

Clarice smiled and blushed. "Yes, he does." She speared a piece of the meat with the fork and held it for Reyvn.

Reyvn sighed, visibly relaxing. "Thanks." He shifted upwards and managed to twist so he wouldn't be dropping the food onto the pillows, then leaned forward and ate.

When Clarice had finished feeding Reyvn, she examined him. "Are you feeling better?"

Reyvn twisted again so he could lay more comfortably. "I guess so." 'At least now I know Rendell really was just trying to hurt me,' he thought.

"Alright. I'm done with my duties, so I'll leave." She turned and closed the door behind her. Just then, Rendell had appeared. "So you're healing nicely."

Reyvn watched her go, just a little sad. She was probably one of the few people that wouldn't hurt him, and she seemed sweet. He sort of liked her company. This time when Rendell appeared, he was expecting it. He'd started getting accustomed to the demon's foul energy and the way he popped up. He turned his face to look at Rendell, but didn't say anything. His deep blue eyes still had their rings of orange.

"Healed nicely. Koumori wasn't kidding. Now, let's test this stuff." He pulled the bottle of red liquid off the shelf and uncorked it, smelling its contents. "Wow, that's much more refreshing." He forced Reyvn's jaw open again, and poured a few drops in. "He said I have to be careful, so we're going to be testing you for a while."

Reyvn recognized the scent the moment the bottle came near, and would have spat the liquid right back out if Rendell weren't holding his head. However, he did refuse to swallow, and instead let the drug settle in his mouth.

Rendell uncuffed Reyvn's hands and forced the boy up on his knees. He yanked his hair and forced Reyvn to look at the ceiling before biting his throat. "I have ways to make you swallow that you know."

Reyvn yelped at having his hair being used to pull him around, his back arching slightly when he was forced to look up. He wanted to reach over and claw Rendell's face off, but with his legs still chained it was too big of a risk. "Mmm!" he whined as his neck was bitten. He still didn't swallow, and again turned his face from Rendell.

"Still no swallowing? Fine. Let's test your flexibility." He pulled Reyvn down harder, forcing him to bend backwards. With one hand, he undid his own pants, letting his half erected organ out. "You WILL swallow it."

Reyvn's body bent easily, showing just how flexible he was. It didn't hurt. He had half a mind to just spit the foul liquid at Rendell. He decided to go with it. He'd rather take a few blows than beg for this bastard to touch him. He inhaled quietly as he glared up at Rendell, then spat the drug at his face.

Rendell wiped it off, and his eyes began to glow again. "Still got spunk, don't you?" He slapped Reyvn's stomach hard, and then yanked his hair. "We can do this the hard way too." He balled up his fist and punched him.

"Ah!" Reyvn yelped, face scrunching in pain at the slap. He was glad the first blow forced him to exhale, because it made the punch to his stomach hurt a little less. He grunted, body shuddering under the blow. He gasped, then opened his eyes again.

Rendell reached under the bed and pulled out a box. In it were various sharp things, rubber bits, chains and all other sorts of odds and ends. He pulled out a pair of sharp looking clamps. "This will be fine. The screaming is better anyway," he said more to himself than to Reyvn. He placed a clamp on each of Reyvn's nipples, then pinched them hard to make sure they pushed in. "How does that feel?

Reyvn inhaled and leaned forward once Rendell finally let go. He watched as the demon pulled out the box, and suddenly grew more afraid. Boxes from under the bed were never a good thing. He was even more worried when he saw something that he was sure would hurt. He didn't have time to move back before he finally realized what they were for. He yelped three times for Rendell, twice when they were put on and again when they were squeezed tighter. His shoulders tensed, and he started to reach up to try and remove them.

Rendell grabbed one of Reyvn's wrists and held his arm down. "Ah-ah. You shouldn't do that." He gave them a sharp twist with his other hand, making them cut in a little. 

Reyvn shuddered and cried out, clenching his teeth. He gasped again when Rendell's hand moved away from his chest. He kept telling himself that this was still better than being drugged. He glared at the demon, his eyes still rimmed in their angry orange color. He fought to keep his free arm still, to keep from scratching that amused look off the bastard's face.

Rendell took the bottle up again and straddled Reyvn's upper body, holding him down against the bed with his weight. He poured a few drops on his erection and slipped it into Reyvn's mouth, grabbing his hair to tilt his head up. "Now, be a good boy or I'll rip your nipples off." He gave one clamp a light tug to make his point.

Reyvn watched Rendell, frowning. He was glad his body was as flexible as it was, or the demon straddling his torso and pushing him back onto the bed would really make this position painful. He made a small noise of pain, shutting his eyes. Now he would have to do what Rendell wanted. He was already terribly scarred; he didn't want to be missing body parts. Even if it was just something as small and useless as chest decor. He remained still for a few seconds, then started to slide his tongue against Rendell's cock.

Rendell's head rocked back and he made a soft noise. He slid himself further into the boy's mouth, then pulled back out a bit so the potion had room to move.

Reyvn tasted the thick, sweet drug slide into his mouth along with Rendell, and had to fight not to choke on it. He noticed the pause when the demon slid back, guessing that was his cue. He was going to be in for a long, long night. His body shuddered a little as he swallowed the drug, and he looked up at Rendell, anger still showing through.

Rendell slid back in more slowly, then leaned back himself to undo Reyvn's pants. He gently massaged the boy's thighs, lightly digging his claws in where the fabric was torn.

Reyvn gasped softly, feeling Rendell's hands dance and claw close to his groin. He made small noises, gently sucking and sliding his tongue as Rendell continued to move.

Rendell slid back up to a kneeling position and petted Reyvn's hair. "See, good boys get rewarded," he purred. "But you still need to be punished. Tell me, how do you think it should be done?"

Reyvn slid his tongue between his lips quickly and swallowed. He gazed up at Rendell, cautious. He still wanted to dig his claws into that arrogant face and rip its eyes out. He breathed deeply, wondering what to say. He settled on something, and guessed it would get him hit again. He didn't care. If he could focus on the pain, maybe he could avoid turning into this man's begging bitch. "The drug isn't enough punishment?"

Rendell laughed. "What in heaven's name gave you such a silly idea? This is only the beginning." He pulled himself out of Reyvn's face and laid next to him, waiting for the drug to take effect. "You can go on and list ideas. I have a few of my own already."

Reyvn gasped, his body relaxing a little when Rendell finally moved off him. He glared at the demon, then said, "Why would I ev- ah!" Something low in his body twinged. He tried to speak again, and was cut off by a hot wave pulsing from his stomach. He pushed himself from the bed, hands sliding over his middle as he hunched forward. What was going on? This didn't normally happen.

Rendell grinned, amused. "Kicking in, is it? Looks like it's working well." He slid himself off the bed and stood by, watching.

Reyvn's body trembled. His arms wrapped tighter around his stomach. It felt like he'd swallowed a flame, and it was spreading through his body. He could feel his groin start to get hot as well, felt the blood change its course. He whimpered from sudden pain shooting through his head, and his shuddering worsened. He growled in anger. Magick. Koumori laced the damned potion with magick, and it was picking at his mind. Forcing him to succumb. He looked over his shoulder at Rendell, the orange rim of his eyes glowing like fire. "I hate you," he growled, voice low and pain-filled. His body arched back suddenly and he let out a cry. He fell back against the cool sheets, writhing against them. He panted lightly, and when next he turned his gaze to the demon, his eyes were a deep, pure sapphire blue.

The change in Reyvn's eye color did not go by unnoticed. Rendell strode to the boy and picked his face up, examining him. "Why did your eyes change color like that?"

Reyvn's body trembled slightly, and he nuzzled his face against Rendell's hand. "What do you mean, Master?" His voice was soft, quiet, smooth. It held none of the the rage or pain as it did earlier.

Rendell was slightly surprised at the drug's effect. Koumori wasn't kidding when he said it'd make the boy want him. He traced his fingertips along the boy's lips, testing his reaction.

Reyvn followed Rendell's fingers as they slid along his lips, then tentatively flicked his tongue against one of those fingers before gently taking it into his mouth.

Pleased by the reaction he got, Rendell smiled. He reached down and removed the clamps on Reyvn's nipples. He then pushed the boy back, nuzzled his chest a bit, and took one of the swollen nubs in his mouth. He nibbled softly before pulling back to flick his tongue across it. 

Reyvn whimpered softly, then sighed in relief as his nipples were released. He made small noises as Rendell teased his abused chest, flinching at the pain while at the same time arching slightly at the pleasure. He lightly placed a hand on Rendell's shoulder, watching him with uncertainty.

Rendell looked up at Reyvn when he felt the boy's hand on his shoulder. The expression on Reyvn's face made his own go hot. He nibbled up the boy's chest, then up along his neck. When Rendell got to his ear, he purred softly. "What do you want?"

Reyvn blushed, tilting his head a little to expose more of his neck to Rendell. His hand slid to the back of the demon's neck, just resting there, silently asking him to do more. "Keep touching me, please," he gasped.

Rendell pulled away, grinning. "And what if I say no?" He was already looking for where the arm shackles had slid to.

Reyvn let his hand fall away, and he pouted slightly as his master moved away. He started to push himself off the bed, keeping his eyes on Rendell. "Why?"

Rendell shrugged. "Why not? You've been very naughty." He walked behind Reyvn and began playing with his hair. He liked doing this with the boy. Maybe harsh beatings weren't always the answer when it came to punishment.

Reyvn's body relaxed a little when he felt Rendell slide his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, glad that he was still at least getting attention. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Rendell bowed down low, nuzzling the other side of the boy's neck. One hand continued playing with his hair while the other slid up and down his thighs, just missing the sensitive spots.

Reyvn tilted his head again, giving Rendell more space, and reflexively spread his legs a little further apart, silently begging for more.

Rendell traced a claw up Reyvn's hard wanting. His canines slid down the boy's neck, pressing here and there with threat of biting. "Do you want something?"

Reyvn gently pressed his body against Rendell's touches, gasping softly. "Please," he begged again, "touch me." He tilted his head a little further, as if inviting Rendell to bite. He slid one hand up and behind him, just enough to reach Rendell's cheek and rest there.

The demon stood back again. "No. You don't deserve it. Maybe if you beg enough, you will."

Reyvn let out a breath, starting to get frustrated at Rendell's denials. He leaned forward onto his hands, and tried to shift around so he could face Rendell. He had to stop when he felt one of the chains pull taut on his ankle, and made a face at it. He looked up at his master, darkened eyes pleading, long lashes accentuating the look. He shifted his body just slightly, in ways he knew were seductive. His ass rose slightly as his back curved more, his shoulders a little stronger as he gazed over them, hair spilling in a graceful mess down his back and around his face. "Please, Master?"

Rendell shook his head and firmly crossed his arms. "I said no. Give me a good reason why I should." He had reason enough himself; his own cock was almost throbbing at the sight of the little tease on the bed, and it took a lot of will power not to just pounce on him. But Rendell figured it would cause the boy much suffering.

Reyvn's lips rounded in a small pout, and in doing so his back curved a little more. "Because I can make you feel good too," he said gently, desperation and desire around the edges of his voice.

Rendell did find it harder to resist the boy. "You think you're worthy of making me feel good?" he asked as a tendril slid nearer to Reyvn's leg. "You've got a long way to go before you are." It slipped up Reyvn's thigh and teased his balls gently.

Reyvn closed his eyes and trembled faintly, spreading his thighs further apart when he felt the tendril tease him. He could feel his erection pressing against his stomach, hot and solid. Red tinged his cheeks, and he could feel his arms starting to slip against the satin material of the sheets as he remained on all fours. "What do... I have to do for you, Master?" he asked, voice breathy.

"Just stay like that for me for a bit." Reyvn's voice and his little antics were starting to get to Rendell. He let another tendril snake up Reyvn's chest and tease his nipples gently, while a third caressed his face. "Just stay there and be pretty."

Reyvn whimpered softly, and held his position. He gasped and gripped the sheets, trying to ensure he wouldn't slip and fall. "Yes, Master," he gasped. He moved his head to follow the tendril tracing along his face, and his body arched more, chest pressing closer to the shadow teasing his nipples and his groin against the other teasing that area. He made small noises while his body was toyed with, small tremors running through him.

Another shadow slipped up Reyvn's leg slowly, tugging at the tattered material covering him. It worked his jeans down around his thighs, and whipped at his ass in glee. Rendell went to him and spread his ass so the tendril could tease him, sliding in no deeper than two or three inches before sliding back out. "Does that feel good, boy?"

Reyvn shifted his body to assist the shadow in removing his pants, still whimpering and gasping while the other tendrils teased him. "Ah!" he yelped when he felt the third shadow sting across his rear, and blushed harder. His body slid back a little, perking his ass more in desire. He moaned and gasped when he felt the tendril enter him, wriggle around and slide back out. He looked over his shoulder again at Rendell, eyes opening to gaze at him lustily. "Yes, Master," he said with a wispy voice.

The shadow slid in deeper, familiar with Reyvn now. It grew thin as a pen, then thick as Rendell's cock as it slipped in slowly. The one around Reyvn's cock responded by constricting gently, while the tentacle by his cheek slid across his tongue. The shadows wanted to devour him, but wanted to savor him. Rendell wanted the same. 

Reyvn's full lips parted to make another pleasured sound, body arching and pressing into the sensations. His arms trembled with the weight he supported with them, threatening to give. He shuddered, sliding his body back onto the tentacles fucking and teasing him.

The tentacle taking the boy from behind expanded more in response to Reyvn's noises. The shadows were egging Rendell to take the boy, and watching the faces he made almost made him give in. Instead, he pulled the shadows away, and pressed Reyvn back down so he was flat against the bed. "Don't enjoy it too much. Till you prove you deserve more, you get no more."

Reyvn shuddered at the feeling of being left alone suddenly, and he squirmed and whined softly underneath Rendell's hold. He wanted more, needed more, and his fingers dug into the sheets while he panted and begged with his body. He arched his back so his groin wasn't pressed against the bed, though the tip still touched the silk sheets. Small tremors coursed through him, causing him to whimper and gasp as he brushed against the silken sheets.

Rendell picked his hand up and watched Reyvn wiggle. "Are you really that hot? Alright, fine. Give me a little show. I'll be the judge." He sat back on a nearby chair and crossed his legs.

Reyvn watched Rendell pull away, and it took him a moment to register what the demon meant. He pushed himself up so he was on his knees, and turned so he was facing his master. He straightened his back out, stretching out his long, lithe body, then slowly dragged the nails of one hand down the middle of his chest. It trailed down his stomach and to his fully engorged cock, then paused and circled around it before gently scratching up the line of his hip. He licked the tips of the two longest fingers of his other hand, and moved it behind to his ass. He gently slipped them in, letting out a soft noise as he leaned back to push them in further.

The demon could feel his cheeks tinge pink. What the hell, was he actually blushing? The sight made his groin tingle just a little, and he decided that if the boy did too much more, he was actually going to have to penetrate him himself. He got up on the bed in front of Reyvn, and bent over him so his hot, hard chest was pressed against the boy's body. "You're doing well so far. Keep going."

Reyvn whimpered softly, still sliding his fingers in and out slowly. He looked up at Rendell with deep, faceted blue eyes, filled with desire. He leaned back a little more, and found it harder to keep his balance. He slid his hand back up to his chest, and lightly pinched the swollen nipple. He whined quietly before releasing it, then slowly slid the hand back down to his cock. He got his fingers slick with precum, then brought them to his mouth where he licked the tips clean.

Rendell had had enough. He pulled Reyvn back up and grabbed his arms before setting the boy on his lap. After he positioned the boy's legs over his shoulders, he wriggled a little, letting the tattered denim on Reyvn slide against his body. Then he slipped the tip of his cock in Reyvn, getting him slick with his own precum, then slid himself completely inside the boy's body. An animalistic noise escaped the demon as his hips began to gyrate under the requiem's tight ass. The heat and pressure felt wonderful on him, and though it relieved Rendell, it made his own body tense even more.

Reyvn relaxed his body as he allowed Rendell to reposition him, and gasped in pleasure when he felt the man push into his entrance. The tight position forced his body to tense, and his head fell back as he let out a moan. He shuddered and gyrated his body along with his master's, though his movements were restrained. He felt the cuffs around his ankles bite in as the chains went taut, and he whimpered from the small pain.

The demon's hips began working more violently as his cock pumped Reyvn's ass. He was thoroughly enjoying the intense pressure that the boy's small body was placing on him, and wanted more. Rendell wrapped an arm around Reyvn and pulled him closer, almost pushing the boy's knees against his shoulders while the other went to work on his cock. The shadows danced about him, each wisp wanting a piece of the loud little requiem.

Reyvn screamed his bliss as his master pounded into him, and now with his hands free he dug them into Rendell's back. He was careful not to pierce the muscled flesh there, and his breath became lighter and faster as the pressure on his chest increased.

Rendell felt the claws on his back and growled. He wanted to push the boy off and whip him, but his body refused. Instead, a shadow whipped across Reyvn's ass a few times, then went around and put a light pressure on his neck. Rendell stroked the boy's wanting faster, squeezing a little as the precum coming from the boy made his hand slick. Sparks were starting to fly down his thighs and hips, warning him.

Reyvn's body jolted as he felt the tendril sting across his rear, and he yelped each time. He slid his hands to Rendell's shoulders, gripping tightly but not pressing his nails in. His moans became shorter and choked when the tendril wrapped around his throat, his face flushing with passion. "Master!" he gasped in eager delight.

The tendril squeezed a little tighter, and another snaked under Reyvn's balls, fondling him. The darkness decided the demon needed teasing as well, and snaked another tentacle up to his rear. Rendell growled as it penetrated him, then expanded. He felt his ass stretch, and he started rocking back and forth between being squeezed by Reyvn and the darkness violating him. His precum began pouring generously from him.

Reyvn saw sparks floating around the edges of his vision, but ignored them. His breathing was short and light, his body trembling and throbbing against Rendell's as he was fucked and stroked. He could feel his stomach and thighs tensing, his body preparing to release. "Master," he gasped again, "I'm...!"

Reyvn's cries went ignored as Rendell's orgasm shook him. He exploded inside Reyvn and shoved himself down hard on the tentacle, writhing and moaning underneath the boy. He felt that somewhere, his plan had backfired, but he loved every bit of it.

The requiem's screams came out strangled, and he shut his eyes as his body shuddered and writhed violently. He came in Rendell's hand, hot seed shooting onto the demon's stomach. His nails dug into Rendell's shoulders, and still he was careful not to draw blood. His vision went black around the edges as the tentacle around his neck constricted again.

Rendell slumped forward, panting, still holding the boy. The shadows receded some, letting Reyvn breathe while Rendell cradled him. He brought his other hand up and tasted Reyvn's thick cream, then pressed his fingers against the boy's lips. "Look what a mess you've made."

Reyvn gasped, inhaling deeply when the shadow left his throat. His head spun as it regained oxygen, and Reyvn allowed his body to slump against Rendell's arms. He gazed up at his master, slightly dazed. He parted his lips to take in Rendell's fingers, tongue sliding over them while his face flushed.

Rendell pushed Reyvn off him and gently laid him down. He then lay next to Reyvn, a little higher on the bed, and put the boy's head to his stomach. "Clean it up," he demanded firmly.

Reyvn made a small noise of pain when Rendell slid out of him, and his body trembled from the sudden lack of violation while he was laid down. He stuck his tongue out and gingerly began to lap up his own cum from his master's stomach. He gently placed a hand on Rendell's hip, and made sure to lick along some of the demon's sensitive spots as he cleaned up.

Rendell stroked Reyvn's hair and purred as he was licked. The gentle lapping of a tongue felt good against his stomach, and he made small noises as the boy licked at his sensitive areas. "I hope you're enjoying yourself. I've decided I'm done for now."

Reyvn finished licking Rendell clean, then gazed up at him. He gave a small pout, then said softly, "Already, Master?"

The comment stabbed at Rendell, and he smacked Reyvn for it. "Are you calling me impotent? You'd best watch your words, boy!"

Reyvn flew back from the blow, hitting the bed. He put a hand to his cheek, trying to rub the sting away. He looked back up at Rendell, as though he were scared and about to cry. "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean it like that...I...I just didn't want it to end yet."

Rendell's palm collided with Reyvn's other cheek. "Don't make excuses. If you really didn't mean it, you'd make up for it. Now how do you plan on doing that?"

Reyvn yelped, and slid back from Rendell. Tears stung his eyes, and his body trembled slightly from the fear starting to spread through him. He watched Rendell cautiously, and tentatively crawled forward until the chains pulled tight. He lowered his mouth to one of the demon's nipples, flicking his tongue over the nub. He was very careful not to use his teeth.

Rendell's head tilted back as he let out a deep growl. He let the boy tease him for a bit before he smacked him back. "I said no!" He got off the bed and out of the boy's reach.

"Ah!" Reyvn yelped again as a stronger blow made his head bounce against the bed after his body fell back onto it. He whimpered, hand over the more abused side of his face. He slowly pushed himself back up, but stayed low. Submissive. He carefully looked at Rendell, not sure if he was allowed "I-I'm sorry, I...don't know what you want."

Rendell flipped the boy back over on his stomach an cuffed his wrists again. "Stay there," he told Reyvn. "And don't move, not an inch." He faded out of the room, leaving Reyvn alone in the dark.

Reyvn panted softly, upset and frightened. He wanted to tug on his restraints, move from the bed to see where his master had gone, but was too chilled with fear of punishment to budge. He whimpered, forcing himself to remain still.

Rendell willed the shadows to play with the boy while he sat in his garden, admiring the moon. It truly was a beautiful night, and Rendell figured he would stay out here a while.


Back at his home, Arna was ready to tear his hair out in distress. He had no idea who to contact for help, and his master wouldn't be home for several more days. Cherry had believed the cock and bull story Koumori had given her about rescuing him, and clearly voiced that she was glad the little twerp was out of the house. He then had a brilliant idea. Perhaps the doctor or even the Lady would help; they hated seeing their work go to ruin.