The Caged Raven
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
16,334
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 4
Dares took in a breath and let it out slowly through pursed lips. He wanted her, had to have her. He moved down the hallway towards his private quarters quickly, his pulse drumming in his head as blood flowed to areas that reminded him of his ever fervent need
He pulled open the heavy wooden door only to slam it in his wake and lean against it. His right hand moved down below his waist and he stroked his throbbing member through his robes. By the Gods she was perfect, and the thoughts of such a form beneath him made him emit a shudder as a wave of pleasure passed over him.
He jerked his hand away and brushed back the few strands of hair that had come loose and fallen in his eyes. He licked his lips twice over and moved into the depths of his quarters. Macnayer had provided him with a large enough space to both work and live. The floors were covered with plush carpet like the other rooms with pillars of candles in every corner illuminating the room well enough he could move about without worry. But there were no windows, had never been.
Such a thing had bothered Dares at first, the lack of fresh air had gotten to his head quickly and the musty smell of old books had driven him to near madness. Roaming about was the only way he could stand to stay in such a place. But presence outsides the quarters meant the watchful eyes of Macnayer and all those who served him.
His mind drifted back to the woman from breakfast and he found himself pondering what her hair smelled like, what her skin felt like. Something brilliant, something warm that by touching would make him feel safe. An irony of course, for if he was with her he would be anything but. Macnayer would have his head on a plate, even if the gaze upon his new prize was more than passing.
He shook his head and tried to push her image away but it clung to him and he felt his breath coming in waves that made his legs feel week. He pondered for a moment if Macnayer felt the same, or if he would discard of her when his interests ran dry. How many women had the tyrant gone through? The man who had loved so many only to destroy them, would he do the same to the little Raven? he leave her so jaded that no other man would ever glance at her twice. He wanted to do that, he wanted to sate the womb with his own seed not allow it to be soiled by a selfish brat prince with more power than he should have been allowed.
There was one way to curb the lust but he hesitated. The magician he could bend and manipulate the elements to his needs but a spell like the one he was considering was not something he practiced often, for the toll on his body could be near to deadly if performed incorrectly. But she was worth it, for if he didn’t feel something soon he would certainly lose his mind. Oh sure, there were the other women Macnayer kept. Dares had lain with a number of them on occasion but this was different. He knew how they felt, had memorized every curve, every scare on their bodies. Raven was a blank slate and her image would not be tainted by using another woman in her place. He swallowed hard; he would perform the spell and hope that the outcome did not end in his demise.
Dares tied back his long tendrils and moved to the workbench at the far end of the study. His heart raced in his chest, pounding upon his ribcage rapidly. A clear bowl filled halfway with water sat at one end of the table before him while am unlit candle fixed to an ornate holder. The wick was black, and wax melted around the top. He had practiced this spell once many years before, whilst still in his youth. The after affects had left his magic drained, but it would be different now that he was older…or so he hoped.
A flicker of flame danced from his right index finger onto the candle which burned red. He blinked and thought aloud his voice come through as barely a crack. “Red for my lust. My lust which will consume me if I don’t have her.” And his mind turned to the idea of her body beneath his own, the way she would squirm from his ministrations and the sounds that would leave her lips, not words, just sounds; soft mewls so brilliantly feminine he couldn’t help but groan at the idea. Each stroke of heat would make her writhe her perfect form, nude and glistening from the thought and promise of release.
Dares shook his head and forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. A portion of the candle had burned away allowing the wax to dribble down the holder onto the table. He pulled the candle free and began to knead at the wax. Before long there was a ball with a wick still burning red. The wax melted upon his hand while the flames moved across his fingertips, into his palm.
He pulled over the bowl with his free hand careful not to spill the contents. “Allow me to quench these flames, let me have her, and if not her than a shadow, let me lie with this one who will forever haunt my mind.” The words left his lips barely audible. The flames twirled from his form around the bowl. The water inside boiled and bubbled. The wax followed the flames splashing about the sound of a hiss meeting his ears and steam rising up around his face. He covered his eyes and backed away.
The feeling of light headedness passed over him as his magic moved from his form into the cloud of steam. He stumbled back into a chair and watched, his eyes not leaving where he had once stood. The bowl wobbled on the edge before hitting the ground, shattering. Something remained where it had fallen and Dares felt his throat tighten. It was her but not her.
Less than a foot away stood Raven, but not Raven, a replica almost perfectly true to form. Dares met the gaze of the creature before him and smiled. He rose slowly and moved towards her. He touched the creature, the skin smooth. She did not move, did not shy away from his touch. He knew she would but this would suffice now. He could feel the fog in his brain. The way the magic urged him to leave his own body, to move into this new form. He shook his head and focused, if his conscious mind left his body for the one before him he would surely die, his magic too weak to return to his true form.
He took the false Raven’s hand and directed it from the work bench to the bed at the other end of the room. Slowly he moved her down and parted her legs. It wouldn’t be like this he reminded himself, it would be far different. Her touch on his body, the way her hands would move down his back, nails digging into flesh when she cried out.
The one before him now, the way they would feel would be like Raven but there would be no response. He had drained too much of his magic in her creation for much more. He loosened the ties on his robes allowing them to fall around his form, catching at his waist. He pulled the figure to the end of the bed, bending her legs and pulling them apart. She studied him for a moment, her mind without thought, her eyes blinking slowly.
He moved his fingers across the folds of the false womanhood, the heat from the flames still there, the moistness of the water tricking his mind. He felt the need throb at his waist once again he pulled the last tie and allowed the cloth that was hiding his need to collect on the ground. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his member stroking back and forth over the wet folds, waves of electric pleasure passing over him. When he could no longer stand it he plunged forward burying himself in the hollow form.
He savored the feeling for a moment, the tightness that made him gasp. He rocked his hips back and forth, his hands tight on her waist keeping her in place. She remained still, unfazed staring at him with eyes that were as soulless as a dolls. It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be like this, her eyes would lock with his, urging him on, begging him to take her higher than she had ever been before, higher than that brute who had claimed her first ever could.
His thrust became quicker, and he felt his release on the brink. His grip tightened and he felt the form begin to soften. The body of the replica was beginning to dissolve, the magic leaving it. Dares’ eyes went wide in horror, the features were melting away, and a puddle of wax and water was all that was left. He closed his eyes and increased his speed. He would not be denied, not this time.
His peak came and his seed spilled across the puddle upon the bed. His hair stuck to his forehead and he fell to his knees. His mouth hung open as he gulped in the air around him. The lightheadedness from before returned and he laid his head on the rug allowing sleep to come. He would have her, if it took all the magic he had. And his dreams moved to a place where she moved with him and a smile graced his lips.
A/N: Thank you to those of you who reviewed! More to come of course.
He pulled open the heavy wooden door only to slam it in his wake and lean against it. His right hand moved down below his waist and he stroked his throbbing member through his robes. By the Gods she was perfect, and the thoughts of such a form beneath him made him emit a shudder as a wave of pleasure passed over him.
He jerked his hand away and brushed back the few strands of hair that had come loose and fallen in his eyes. He licked his lips twice over and moved into the depths of his quarters. Macnayer had provided him with a large enough space to both work and live. The floors were covered with plush carpet like the other rooms with pillars of candles in every corner illuminating the room well enough he could move about without worry. But there were no windows, had never been.
Such a thing had bothered Dares at first, the lack of fresh air had gotten to his head quickly and the musty smell of old books had driven him to near madness. Roaming about was the only way he could stand to stay in such a place. But presence outsides the quarters meant the watchful eyes of Macnayer and all those who served him.
His mind drifted back to the woman from breakfast and he found himself pondering what her hair smelled like, what her skin felt like. Something brilliant, something warm that by touching would make him feel safe. An irony of course, for if he was with her he would be anything but. Macnayer would have his head on a plate, even if the gaze upon his new prize was more than passing.
He shook his head and tried to push her image away but it clung to him and he felt his breath coming in waves that made his legs feel week. He pondered for a moment if Macnayer felt the same, or if he would discard of her when his interests ran dry. How many women had the tyrant gone through? The man who had loved so many only to destroy them, would he do the same to the little Raven? he leave her so jaded that no other man would ever glance at her twice. He wanted to do that, he wanted to sate the womb with his own seed not allow it to be soiled by a selfish brat prince with more power than he should have been allowed.
There was one way to curb the lust but he hesitated. The magician he could bend and manipulate the elements to his needs but a spell like the one he was considering was not something he practiced often, for the toll on his body could be near to deadly if performed incorrectly. But she was worth it, for if he didn’t feel something soon he would certainly lose his mind. Oh sure, there were the other women Macnayer kept. Dares had lain with a number of them on occasion but this was different. He knew how they felt, had memorized every curve, every scare on their bodies. Raven was a blank slate and her image would not be tainted by using another woman in her place. He swallowed hard; he would perform the spell and hope that the outcome did not end in his demise.
Dares tied back his long tendrils and moved to the workbench at the far end of the study. His heart raced in his chest, pounding upon his ribcage rapidly. A clear bowl filled halfway with water sat at one end of the table before him while am unlit candle fixed to an ornate holder. The wick was black, and wax melted around the top. He had practiced this spell once many years before, whilst still in his youth. The after affects had left his magic drained, but it would be different now that he was older…or so he hoped.
A flicker of flame danced from his right index finger onto the candle which burned red. He blinked and thought aloud his voice come through as barely a crack. “Red for my lust. My lust which will consume me if I don’t have her.” And his mind turned to the idea of her body beneath his own, the way she would squirm from his ministrations and the sounds that would leave her lips, not words, just sounds; soft mewls so brilliantly feminine he couldn’t help but groan at the idea. Each stroke of heat would make her writhe her perfect form, nude and glistening from the thought and promise of release.
Dares shook his head and forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. A portion of the candle had burned away allowing the wax to dribble down the holder onto the table. He pulled the candle free and began to knead at the wax. Before long there was a ball with a wick still burning red. The wax melted upon his hand while the flames moved across his fingertips, into his palm.
He pulled over the bowl with his free hand careful not to spill the contents. “Allow me to quench these flames, let me have her, and if not her than a shadow, let me lie with this one who will forever haunt my mind.” The words left his lips barely audible. The flames twirled from his form around the bowl. The water inside boiled and bubbled. The wax followed the flames splashing about the sound of a hiss meeting his ears and steam rising up around his face. He covered his eyes and backed away.
The feeling of light headedness passed over him as his magic moved from his form into the cloud of steam. He stumbled back into a chair and watched, his eyes not leaving where he had once stood. The bowl wobbled on the edge before hitting the ground, shattering. Something remained where it had fallen and Dares felt his throat tighten. It was her but not her.
Less than a foot away stood Raven, but not Raven, a replica almost perfectly true to form. Dares met the gaze of the creature before him and smiled. He rose slowly and moved towards her. He touched the creature, the skin smooth. She did not move, did not shy away from his touch. He knew she would but this would suffice now. He could feel the fog in his brain. The way the magic urged him to leave his own body, to move into this new form. He shook his head and focused, if his conscious mind left his body for the one before him he would surely die, his magic too weak to return to his true form.
He took the false Raven’s hand and directed it from the work bench to the bed at the other end of the room. Slowly he moved her down and parted her legs. It wouldn’t be like this he reminded himself, it would be far different. Her touch on his body, the way her hands would move down his back, nails digging into flesh when she cried out.
The one before him now, the way they would feel would be like Raven but there would be no response. He had drained too much of his magic in her creation for much more. He loosened the ties on his robes allowing them to fall around his form, catching at his waist. He pulled the figure to the end of the bed, bending her legs and pulling them apart. She studied him for a moment, her mind without thought, her eyes blinking slowly.
He moved his fingers across the folds of the false womanhood, the heat from the flames still there, the moistness of the water tricking his mind. He felt the need throb at his waist once again he pulled the last tie and allowed the cloth that was hiding his need to collect on the ground. He replaced his fingers with the tip of his member stroking back and forth over the wet folds, waves of electric pleasure passing over him. When he could no longer stand it he plunged forward burying himself in the hollow form.
He savored the feeling for a moment, the tightness that made him gasp. He rocked his hips back and forth, his hands tight on her waist keeping her in place. She remained still, unfazed staring at him with eyes that were as soulless as a dolls. It didn’t matter though, she wouldn’t be like this, her eyes would lock with his, urging him on, begging him to take her higher than she had ever been before, higher than that brute who had claimed her first ever could.
His thrust became quicker, and he felt his release on the brink. His grip tightened and he felt the form begin to soften. The body of the replica was beginning to dissolve, the magic leaving it. Dares’ eyes went wide in horror, the features were melting away, and a puddle of wax and water was all that was left. He closed his eyes and increased his speed. He would not be denied, not this time.
His peak came and his seed spilled across the puddle upon the bed. His hair stuck to his forehead and he fell to his knees. His mouth hung open as he gulped in the air around him. The lightheadedness from before returned and he laid his head on the rug allowing sleep to come. He would have her, if it took all the magic he had. And his dreams moved to a place where she moved with him and a smile graced his lips.
A/N: Thank you to those of you who reviewed! More to come of course.