Opening scene for Life of a Phoenix - Chapter 26

Author\'s
notes: *coughing and looks around sheepishly* Like I said, this IS going
to be violent, rough and... well, a little non-con, but I said I couldn\'t see
this scene anywhere else, or done any other way. Basically it was written in a
short amount of time, but I had fun writing it. I had Faxon on one shoulder,
telling me what he wanted, and Lucria on my other shoulder screaming out "GODS
YES!!"

^^;;

Read
with extreme caution. It IS violent, so be fore ward.

Well,
here we go! The Alt beginning to chapter 26 of Life of a Phoenix!!

~ Cat

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Hours after Lucria came to Ka’thi’en, she had
solidified bonds with the Master, Faxon. By doing this, she carved out a formal
alliance between those who supported her back in Zenthia and with Faxon’s darker
denizens.

                Lucria was not afraid of them,
not by any means. She had, after all, the Master’s favor.

                Tossing her head back, she slid
over Faxon, settling over his hips, taking him into her body as she spread her
mended wings for balance. Arching her back she rocked into him, causing him to
laugh throatily.

                “You are quite eager to please,
Winged One.”

                “Of course, Faxon,” Lucria
replied breathlessly as she trailed her fingertips down his chest, resting
against the hands that held her hips tightly against his own. “Now,” she asked,
her pink tongue darting out to tap her top lip as she rocked against him. “The
question remains, how are we going to deal with that upstart bitch?”

                Faxon’s cat-like eyes narrowed,
his annoyance clearly showing. “I honestly hope you are not referring to the
Phoenix with that statement, woman.” His fingers bit into the flesh of her hip,
leaving dark red marks, and scratches from his nails.

                Lucria snarled at him, her eyes
flashing while she bared her teeth. “You know that she is a bitch. Do not let
your lust cover your eyes.”

                His eyes narrowed further. “She
is mine, winged one. I would not have you mocking her…”

                The green haired woman tossed
back her hair, feeling her body heat at the strength that squeezed her hips
tightly as she rocked against him. The feathered wings shuddered, arching high
so that the tips brushed against his thighs. “Why not?” She asked breathlessly
as she rose and fell on him. “What would you do to me if I did not stop?”

                Slightly calloused hands slipped
up her sides, brushing against the roundness of her breasts to curl around her
throat, squeezing tightly. “I would make you feel pain beyond your
comprehension. The Phoenix is mine, winged one. Never doubt that I would torture
any who defiled her name.”

         &n&nbs      Lucria closed her eyes and
shivered, feeling her sheath spasm, her body becoming more inflamed at the
thought of his ire. She shuddered as he quickly rolled forward, pushing her back
against the bed so that he was laying on top, pushing deeply into her.

             &n&nbs  Her eyes opened to see Faxon’s
golden-green gaze locked on hers. There was no tenderness, no emotion except the
promise of pain.

                He leaned down, biting into the
curve of her ear harshly making blood spill down her neck. Languorously, he
lapped up the thin stream of blood he caused, murmuring into her ear.

                She mewled as he pushed himself
as tight as he could get inside her. Her legs rose and she rested her feet
against his calves. She pushed her hips up into his, as he stretched and caught
her wrists above her head with bruising force.

                “Aryun is fickle, but proud. You
destroy her pride; she is nothing more than a shell… A mongrel that will come to
my beck and call, do as I wish…” His thumb pressed on Lucria’s throat. “And you,
my dear winged one, shall have what you wish.”

                Breathless, Lucria arched her
back underneath his body. “What would that be?”

                They caught their gazes, neither
one moving.

                “The pain you so wish.”

                Lucria’s eyes closed, her wings
shivering and rustling the bed sheets at the animosity in voicvoice. “What are
we going to do about the inferior one?” She panted as Faxon thrust into her none
too gently.

                Faxon buried his face into her
neck, biting viciously to leave teeth imprints that slowly oozed blood.

                “What of the brat?”

                “Why don’t we simply…” her
breath caught as he started to brutally thrust into her. “Make him pay?” She
whimpered as he teeth scored her neck again, creating fine lines where his
canines pressed.

                “How?”

                “Let… Let him get close to your
creature… and then take it away from him…”

                Faxon paused, his cat-like eyes
watching her. “That… may work.”

            sp;&sp;   Lucria smiled up at him before
she tossed her head back in a wail as her bed partner started up his brutal
pace.

                Her hands slipped down to the
bed, clawing the sheets to make sure she stayed within the confines of his bed
due to his brutal pace. She would have it no other way, though. She was as much
an outcast as Aryun was in her lands. She liked to get roughed up, and
even better when it involved sex. In fact, the only way she could bring herself
off in an orgasm was to get beaten by someone, or something. Faxon hit just the
right parts in her twisted psyche, and it made her body quiver in excitement
when she saw him.

                Lucria knew he would be
the one to satisfy her base needs, her own insatiable lusts that involved her
‘punishment’.

                She shivered, as she thought.
“Fax-faxon,” she gasped. “I want to destroy that boy…” She panted. “I want to
make him bleed like you make me bleed.” She arched again into him. “I want to
rape him with you and destroy what his dignity holds dear!” She screamed, in
pleasure, as Faxon bit into her nipple to leave bloody teeth marks, sending her
over the edge into her orgasm.

                Her body jerked, her womanhood
clutching his manhood hard enough to make him groan, yet still she continued to
arch her hips, trying to force him deeper into her body.

                She could never get enough of
his cruelty, she decided, for he utterly made her feel like a whore, and she
loved him for it.

                Faxon laughed at her need to be
fucked again, as he stopped his brutal thrusting long enough to wrench her legs
from around his waist and flipped the woman over. Roughly, he pulled her up to
her hands and knees, leaning over her back to bite at her neck.

                “Do you wish to be my personal
whore, winged one?” He asked as he heard her groan, pushing hers bas back
against his, trying to get his hardened shaft back inside of her.

                Lucria knelt there panting
heavily, still trembling in the aftermath of her forced orgasm, and moaned.
“Yes, Faxon…”

                He yanked her hair back,
smacking her face. “That is not how you will address me, whore,” he snarled into
her ear as he raked his fingers down her front, breaking her skin and leaving
bloody lines from her neck, between her breasts to the top of her blue-green
public hair. “I am your master, bitch, and you, you are simply my cunt.” He bit
into her shoulder, sucking heavily upon the skin to create a mark that bruised
her skin as he rubbed himself against her backside.

                Faxon’s tongue laved the wound
he created, suckling on it again to deepen the bruise. “Do you want me, Lucria?”
He whispered mockingly into her shell-like ear. “Do you want me to fuck you like
I want to fuck Aryun?” He laughed harshly as the fingers of his left hand
pinched at her swollen jewel at the junction of her thighs. “Like I fucked her
before?”

                He rocked his pelvis making his
shaft rub between Lucria’s nether cheeks as his right hand grasped her throat,
squeezing tightly. “Do you want this in you, my Listerian whore?”

                Her voice choked, Lucria
squeaked out in an ecstatic moan, “Master, yes, master! Rape me, split me open!
Make me writhe beneath you… Oh gods, fuck me, Master!”

                His fingers tightened on her
throat even more as he thrust three of his fingers between her slick thighs and
into her sodden passage. He clucked his tongue at her. “You’re a loose cunt,
aren’t you, bitch?” He smiled against her shoulder as she moaned and nodded her
head. “I don’t think I like that… I think I much prefer Aryun’s tight body…” He
sighed dramatically as he pulled his fingers from her wanton sheath. “I guess I
must make due, right, my winged whore?”

                And with that, his right hand
grasped her right wing as he thrust his hips, his manhood ripping into her back
passage, making her arch her back and scream in her pain filled pleasure.

                Lucria’s fingers clawed into
Faxon’s thighs as he brutally raped her. But it wasn’t rape, was it? her mind
reasoned. She wanted this, no… she needed this. For once in her long
life, she felt complete as Faxon sheathed himself over and over within her
virgin passage.

                Her own hand slipped between her
slick inner thighs and slipped three fingers within herself, her thumb pressing
harshly against her swollen flesh, causing choked moaning to come from her
mouth.

                Faxon leaned forward, his mouth
suckling on the broken and bloody skin of her ear. “You’re much more… receptive
of my generosity than Vashon is… Vashon is… weak… He breaks easily…” He placed a
mocking tender kiss against her sweat laced neck. “You, my cunt, are much more…
sturdy… and you wish for my lust… you wish for me to rape you… to break you and
you’ll come back for more…” He laughed. “I know you will.” His hand squeezed
tighter on her throat, nearly cutting off her air completely. “You truly are a
sick bitch.”

                He moved his right hand to yank
her own away from her body, stopping her from pleasuring herself. As he took her
place there, he kissed her ear. “Am I not enough for you? Me, filling your
virgin ass as your blood run between us? Coating me and making it easier for me
to fuck you?”an>

                Lucria gasped, trying to wrench
her hand away from Faxon’s steel grip. “Fuck me, Master,” she gurgled out,
trying to get him to move deeper and harder inside her virginal opening. “Rape
me,” she rasped as she bent forward some, finally succeeding in pushing him
further inside. “Please,” she moaned, “More…. More pain…”

p;&np;               Faxon laughed at that, yanking
her hand back to twist it behind her as he increased his pace to thrust into her
more brutally. “As you wish, my little whore. All your dreams shall come true…”