Authors: Zoey Marcel
He
snickered at this. “Marriage is a human institution. Those in our realm who
choose to make a lasting commitment of any kind do so via the mating and
claiming ritual. Rings are sometimes given as tokens of affection, but there is
no wedding ceremony. No vows made before God in a chapel. The only vows that
are made are blood vows through biting and the sexual connection through the
claiming. The mating bond is eternal and unbreakable, not until death. It
extends beyond the grave, so I would be careful about saying you would marry me
if I were you.”
She
shivered, quivering when Jude pushed her forward on her hands and knees and
held her in place.
Nimbus
brushed her left shoulder tenderly with his fingertips – a gentle but harsh
foreshadowing of what he was about to do to her. “And as for cruelty, little
flower, speak for yourself. Do you know what today is? It is exactly one year
since I took away your innocence. You left me to celebrate our special day
together all by myself. Happy anniversary, Sonya.”
Sonya
screamed as the scalding metal touched her soft skin and seared it with brutal
fire and heat. He pressed it into her shoulder so hard there was no mistaking
how upset he was with her. The iron was only there for a few seconds, but it
burned her flesh with a godless inferno devoid of compassion and mercy. The
skin throbbed violently like the erratic beating of her broken heart.
When
he removed it, she buried her face in the dust and sobbed. The excruciating
agony of being branded paled in comparison to the torturous truth glaring back
at her. Her master was cruel and he didn't love her. She had turned her back on
the only one who ever truly loved her. She sold her soul to the devil and now
this perdition of hopelessness and unrequited love was her reality, her hell.
***
Nimbus
tended to her wound as it healed, but he didn't speak to her and Sonya couldn't
find the words to say to him. Days of minimal interaction and utter silence
passed. He fed her and kept her in the cage like a wild animal. He gave her a
blanket to sleep on, which she found kind of him. She tried to hate him for
what he did to her, but she couldn't. She longed for her former glory in heaven
and even for the days when she was Nimbus' pride and joy as his slave, lover
and pony. She ached for kindness, even the most fragile sign that he still
cared for her.
One
day he led her to the stable in silence. She hated this distance between them.
She yearned for the closeness they once shared. She had to get it back, but
feared it was gone forever in lieu of her disloyal flight from him.
She
was surprised to see Demornae in the stable waiting for them. “You look well,
Sonya. Take off your dress.”
Sonya
was startled by the order and the gall this vamp had.
“If
you want to be kissed and fondled again then do as you're told. You would not
enjoy the alternative,” Nimbus murmured near her ear.
She
shivered and stripped for them.
Demornae
ran her hand over the saddle resting atop the wooden horse. “Straddle it and
raise your arms above your head.”
Her
nipples pebbled from the cold morning air nipping at them as she swung her leg
over the saddle and sat upon it.
“Feet
in the stirrups,” Demornae barked.
Nimbus
remained quiet as his eyes took in Sonya's every move. Even in this moment of
pending salacity he said nothing. If she must be punished, or taken in an
immoral manner, she wished he would join in the fun. She hated this icy barrier
he put between them - which she put between them.
Demornae
tied her hands above her head by a rope which hung from the rafters overhead.
Nimbus held the end of the rope that dangled on the ground and pulled it so
Sonya's arms were taut as they were stretched above her head, denying her any
chance at escape. The position made her feel vulnerable and the way her legs
were stretched from bracing herself in the stirrups was delicious. Her pussy
was forced into exposure and would be especially pleasured in this position.
Demornae
smoothed her palm over Sonya's abs in silent admiration. “I'm going to debase
you, slave. We both are. How do you feel about that?”
Sonya
sighed when she teased her erect nipples with barely-there touches. “Excited.”
Demornae
looked pleased by her answer. “Of course you are. You are promiscuous and vile,
aren't you?”
Guilt
brought her back to her senses. She flinched when Demornae slapped her fanny
and let out a shriek when her legs wobbled from the swaying of the stirrups.
“Answer
me, bitch.”
She
hung her head in shame. “Yes.”
Demornae
took off her dress. Sonya became irritated and jealous when Nimbus didn't look
away from the woman's nudity.
Demornae
seemed delighted by this. “Yes, pet, your beloved master dares to look in lust
upon another woman. And why shouldn't he when he was generous enough to share
you with another man?”
Jude.
Sonya told herself she was being hypocritical and that she didn't care if
Nimbus was attracted to another woman, but she did care. It was perhaps
irrational to think that she was the only woman he thought easy on the eyes,
but did he prefer her to Demornae and every other woman, or was she another
notch on his bedpost?
She
sucked in a sharp breath of air when Demornae cupped her crotch and traced the
delicate folds of her snatch.
“You
proved yourself submissive enough to sleep with another man when your master
demands it of you, but have you been broken enough to watch your master sleep
with another woman for his pleasure? Can you kiss my mouth and taste him on
it?” Demornae teased her clit, smiling at the way she groaned softly, “Nimbus
will penetrate me with his big, meaty cock and you will watch him take me and
through the jealousy and humiliation that prove you care for him, you will become
wetter than you already are, proving how debauched you truly are.”
Sonya
glared at her. “It will not arouse me, nor shall I be jealous because I don't
care.”
Her
heart ached when she thought she saw injury pass through Nimbus' eyes before
his former composure of steel took over again.
Demornae
looked at her skeptically and kissed him. Sonya's heart bled at the sight. She
hoped they didn't notice the way she jerked against the rope. They must have
since Nimbus pulled it tighter.
Demornae
rubbed his crotch before undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. She
stroked the length from half mast into a full-blown erection, making him moan.
Damn her. Sonya hated the vamp, yet her mouth watered for Nimbus' cock. The
cock Demornae took into her mouth and sucked.
“Do
not look away, Sonya,” he quietly ordered.
She
wanted to, but was paralyzed by the damnable, yet mesmerizing sight of her
master taking his pleasure with another woman - a woman who had also brought
her pleasure once. It was an anomaly to be so angry and hurt while being so
aroused. The image was provocative and the way she was helpless and forced to
watch while they humiliated her did wicked things to her libido.
Nimbus
shared her with another man, insisted upon it. Now he was having sex with another
woman. He had stripped away Sonya's rights and apparently her willpower and
morality since she was willing to obey him regardless of what he demanded of
her.
Demornae
only sucked him for a few seconds before stopping. She climbed onto the saddle
with Sonya and faced her. “I made your man hard, Sonya. Taste his desire on my
mouth.”
Sonya
thought about swearing at her, but the second Demornae's tongue pushed past her
lips sparks of flavor exploded on her tongue. She tasted Nimbus' pre-cum and it
made her crazy with need. Tasting it on another woman was taboo and wrong, yet
it excited her for some reason. It was like he betrayed her and she was
powerless to stop him. She reveled in her helplessness even as seeing him with
another woman killed her. Somehow it seemed only fair when he had shared her
with another man for her pleasure.
Demornae
climbed down and teased her clitoris. “Together we will bring him satisfaction.
I'm going to bring you to orgasm, Sonya. You are going to come so hard from
watching him take me. He already told me what he intends to do. He is going to
make me come while he is inside of me.”
She
tried not to gape at the frank dialogue, nor gasp at the growing sensations
building up inside her while Demornae rolled her clit slowly.
“Then
he is going to make you suck my juices off his cock and he will bury himself in
your vagina and take you slowly. He will return to my quim while you mourn the
loss of his penis and watch as it fills another woman. When he is close to
coming he will fill you again, covered in my arousal and force my juices into
your body until he finishes inside of you. I will bring you to climax and drink
your blood to heighten your release all the more.”
Sonya
whined in protest when Demornae pulled away. “You are going to kill me?”
“No,
pet, I won't be drinking all of your blood.”
Nimbus
shed his shirt and Demornae untied her. They laid her down on a blanket spread
out in the hay. He hovered over Sonya and caressed her face. His eyes were deep
and intimate, not at all vindictive like she supposed they might be. “Watch me,
Sonya. Watch me have sex with another woman. Don't fight what you are feeling.
I want you to succumb to the confusion and arousal you feel. I want you to make
love to this woman and don't hold back. Delight in the pleasure we give you and
the pleasure your master is receiving from all of this.”
Sonya
ran her fingers up his nape and through his hair. His words inflamed her. Her
mind asked: “How dare you?” while her body screamed: “Yes, master.” His eyes
and touch moved her to acceptance. She wanted her master to have pleasure, even
if she had to watch him take it with another woman. He had been generous enough
to give her the ultimate pleasure by sharing her with another man. He brought
her sexual satisfaction and she must permit him the same extreme measures of
the illicit sex they reveled in.
Nimbus
and Demornae each took one of her tits in their mouth and loved on it until
they had her moaning and pushing into their mouths. Her body was teeming with
rapture, mourning the loss of their mouths when they pulled away. She watched
in mortification as he lay down next to her and Demornae straddled him and
shoved his manhood up inside of her. The way he gasped, made Sonya want to hit
him, even as her body became feverish from the carnal sound.
Demornae
rode him gently while Sonya was forced to watch. Nimbus rubbed Sonya's clit
with one hand and Demornae's with the other. Half of her was annoyed to see him
pleasuring another woman while he saw to her satisfaction, yet the sinful image
of their bodies moving as one proved to be an indulgence she never would have
foreseen herself enjoying. Somehow she was in spite of her confusion and
jealousy.
“You
have good hands,” Demornae praised just before she came. Her body writhed from
her climax and her face contorted as the nirvana swept her away.
Nimbus
grunted from the way the spasms sucked his cock while she came.
Sonya
was cut, enthralled. Her own body was seconds away from coming. The sight of
Demornae taking pleasure with her man was pushing her over the edge.
He
rubbed her faster. “Come for me, girl. Keep your eyes open and watch her ride
me while you do. Let the knowledge that your man is fornicating with another
woman drive you over the edge.”
Sonya
cried out as her body convulsed beneath his touch and steamy words. She forced
her eyes to stay open and watch their bodies moving as one while Nimbus brought
her release. The approval of her losing control was clearly written on both of
their faces.
“You
have a captivating slave there, Nimbus. So gorgeous and ravishing,” Demornae
praised.
Nimbus
gave Sonya a half smile, but his green eyes were utterly beaming at the way she
lost control over his fooling around with whomever he wished whenever it
pleased him. “That she is.” He pushed Demornae off and tapped his organ against
Sonya's lips. “Clean her juices off me. Taste the release I brought her.”