The Path to Destiny: Tia's Folly (15 page)

Hearing
a cry from the Vampire altar, Tia looked up over the flames in time to watch
the female Vampire writhe in pleasure from her extended orgasm. Throwing his
head back and roaring a few moments later, the male voiced his pleasure also.
Looking back down – embarrassed to have seen the people copulating - Tia
suddenly realized something had been amiss and quickly looked back to the
Vampires as decorated spears flashed down on the couple and precisely speared
their hearts. Horrified, Tia looked back down at her altar and feverishly
prayed that no other beings were sacrificing one of their own tonight.

Slowly
rising and backing away, Tia allowed Roland to continue his part of the ritual
without her. Later she would be needed again, but for right now, she didn’t
have the training to stay by his side. The hairs on the back of her neck stood
up but she was sure it was just this meadow and the night. So much evil in one
place made it nearly impossible not to physically feel the lingering effects.
Leaning against a nearby tree, Tia closed her eyes to the scenes of horror
playing before her eyes.

The
Phoenix were sacrificing one of their own back to the flames by burning the
person with their magical flames. The Humans altar flowed freely with the blood
of a young virgin child. Vampires were dancing with blood smeared on their
faces and chanting to the Gods.
She
didn’t want to see anymore
! She didn’t want to know if the Falkeries,
Trolls, Drows, and Elves were also sacrificing someone. Tia kept her face
turned to the tree and her eyes closed to the horror.

Suddenly,
a heavy hand covered her mouth and an arm snaked around her waist to pull her
backwards into a muscular, unyielding frame.

“Hello,
Druid
whore
,” a voice whispered in
her ear as the hand moved to also pinch her nose.

Tia
immediately began clawing and fighting to escape. Her terror increased exponentially
as she recognized the voice. Trying to bite his hand and struggling to draw a
breath, Tia fought as hard as she could. To her dismay, lack of oxygen had her
limbs moving awkwardly all too soon and she strained to remain conscious.
Slowly, without any choice, she surrendered to the blackness.

***

Snapping
back to consciousness, Tia was immediately aware of two things. One, she was
gagged, bound, and hanging naked from a tree by her arms. Two, she was being
raped.
Again!
Choking on a sob, she
was horrified to realize she had just alerted Bylan to the fact that she was
awake.

“You
feel so good!” Bylan whispered in her ear. “I haven’t had a woman since I was
put in prison!”

Tia
tried to disengage herself from what was happening to her but Bylan grasped her
face and forced her to look at him. Clear, cold, blue eyes stared back at her
and she knew there would be no mercy from him tonight. Unwilling to grant him
the satisfaction of knowing how much he was hurting her, she continued to try
to block out the invasion and turn her mind to anything else.

“Druid
bitch!” He growled in her ear as he continued to satisfy himself. “You will
pay
for what you did to me! Did you
really think they could keep me locked in a prison I built myself? Did you
really think I wasn’t going to find you? I planted a seed in you that is no
longer there!” Grunting his release harshly, he barely missed a thrust as he
continued to move within her.

“I
am going to go get your precious Roland,” he taunted in her ear as he withdrew
and spun her around. “And then I am going to do
this
to him again.” Bylan forced himself into her rear. “And then I
am going to kill him as you watch.”

Squeezing
her eyes shut, Tia felt the tears begin to roll down her face. She wanted to
beg for mercy for Roland but the rag in her mouth that was tied firmly in place
prevented that. Dropping her head, she gave into the sobs that she had been
holding in. For the second time, she was in the Warlord’s clutches.
But this time, there was no one to save her.

Grabbing
a fistful of her hair, Bylan forced her head backwards and covered her mouth
and nose once again as he continued to rape her. “It is shortly after midnight
and the rituals only last until dawn.” He raggedly informed her as her
struggles began to wane. “I must leave soon to get your Roland, if you are a
good little Druid, maybe I will let you live a little longer. After all, I will
need someone to slake my lust.”

The
world went dark and then a sharp slap woke Tia. It felt like only moments later
and she was groggier than before and was having a hard time focusing her eyes.
Looking around her, she whimpered when her eyes landed on Roland - who was tied
similarly from a tree.

“Isn’t
it sweet?” Bylan asked, putting his face in hers with an evil grin. “He even
came willingly to try and save
you
.”

Walking
over to his belongings and rifling through his stuff, he pulled something out
of a bag. Turning to them, he massaged his penis until it was erect. Watching
them to make sure they were watching him, he placed a leather sheath around his
penis and tied it in place.

“Do
you see this lovely little contraption?” He smiled down at his cock and
continued to stroke the head of his penis as he admired the sheath. “Do you see
how the head of my shaft is still exposed so I can enjoy every last bit of what
I am doing?”

He
paraded around in front of them and let them get a better look.

“But
if you look closely, you will see sharp studs placed in the leather.” He
stopped to leer in Roland’s face. “That way it will rip you apart on the inside
long
before I empty my seed into
you.”

Stepping
behind Roland, the Warlord positioned himself, and waited until he was sure Tia
was watching. Tia cried out as he thrust himself into Roland who screamed
against his gag. Eyes rolling, Roland breathed erratically as Bylan ripped
himself out of the agonized Druid.

“I
want to see your face,” Bylan panted. “I
need
to see what my invention does.” Moving around the area quickly, he secured
Roland’s feet as far apart as he could and repositioned himself. Re-entering
Roland, Bylan moaned in appreciation.

“I
can see death sneaking up to you,” Bylan taunted Roland. “But not before you
die
the worst death
I could come up
with for you.” Pulling a knife out of the tree Roland was strapped to, the
Warlord quickly stabbed Roland once in the stomach. Wrenching it back and forth
a couple of times, he appeared satisfied with his work as he pulled the blade
from Roland’s body and stuck it back into the tree.

Once
again, nothing could have prepared them for what the Warlord did next. Pulling
himself out of the dying Druid’s rectum, he inserted his penis into the stab
wound he had made. Throwing his head back, he moaned in ecstasy.

“No
words to describe!” The Warlord gasped in pleasure as he pounded mercilessly
into Rolands convulsing body. “Nothing ever felt so wonderful!”

Tia
couldn’t seem to look away as she watched her bonded being raped through the
stab wound. She prayed the Gods would take him and deliver him from this awful
pain, but he continued to gasp and jerk as the Warlord continued to torture
him. Just when Tia was sure Roland was mercifully going to faint from the pain,
the Warlord withdrew and removed the sheath.
 
Taking his knife, he castrated Roland before ripping the stomach wound
open up to his sternum with his bare hands. Gleefully reaching inside, he
pulled out Roland’s innards and draped them around his neck, letting some trail
to the ground.

“Aww,”
Bylan laughed as he backed towards Tia. “Look at your pretty necklace…I know
you are hurting but be sure to catch what I am doing to your bonded as you
die.” Seizing her, he cut her down from the tree and threw her to the ground.
Immediately following her, he threw her legs open and entered her once again.

Bile
rose in Tia’s throat as she felt and smelled Roland’s blood sliding all over her
body. Turning her head to look at Roland, Tia openly sobbed in relief to see
his head sinking against his chest and prayed that he was finally dying.
Watching his body twitch, Tia swore she could see the moment he actually died
and went still. She prayed the Gods would have mercy on him even as the Warlord
grunted and spilled himself inside her once again.

Lying
heavily on top of her, Bylan slowly sat up and removed the gag. Leaning down,
he kissed her and forced his tongue in her mouth. Spreading her legs even
wider, he placed a hand between them and began to rub her roughly. Absolutely
exhausted, Tia was unable to fight him so she closed her eyes.

Moving
within her again, he began chanting as he sat up on his haunches and continued
to pleasure her. A warm languid feeling spread though her limbs and Tia
inwardly cringed as her body responded to the rough treatment. Using the last
bit of her strength she tried to wriggle free but her body refused to respond
to her commands.

“Have
you figured it out yet?” Bylan asked with a grin. “I have pricked you with
poison. It’s a very special poison that will paralyze you short term when used
properly. You are mine to use as I please until it wears off.”Moving his hand
faster, he easily kept pace as he explained it to Tia.

“While
I would love to keep you with me, I am a God on the run. So – since the child I
so desperately needed is no longer within you - I am going to sacrifice you to
the God of War,
myself
, and ask that
I be hidden from my enemies. You will be at your most powerful as you orgasm.
So I will kill you then.

“You
can try to resist me but while you were out, I also put a very special herb in
your mouth that will make you insatiable and desperate to come.” Bylan closed
his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of fucking a man’s bonded as he died only a
few feet away.

Tia
kept her eyes open as her body responded to Bylan’s attention. Angry at her
powerlessness and desperate to orgasm, she fought to move; to break the
poison’s hold on her system. Breathing raggedly, she felt her body lifting
higher and higher until a flash of bright light forced her to close her eyes.

As
the first shudder rippled pleasurably though her body, she felt something
pierce her chest. Opening her eyes, she stared in shock at the handle of a
sacrificial knife. Her body still quivered with pleasure as Bylan twisted and
then wrenched the knife out of her heart. Staring into his eyes, she watched
him smile with gratification as her vision - once again - faded to black.

Chapter Six

Tia
slowly rose to her knees, and vaguely noted the mist surrounding her body. As
she lifted her head and looked around, she saw a row of thrones with gorgeous
glowing people sitting on them. The realization that they were Gods kept her on
her knees and brought faint ebbs of panic to her stomach.

“Where
am I?” She wondered out loud as she tried to shake the fog from her mind.

“You
are at the throne of the Gods. That should be obvious,” one of the many Gods
replied with hauteur. “Don’t worry, you should be leaving soon.”

“Why
can’t I just stay here?” Tia asked bravely even as she cowered before the Gods.

           
“You refused your destiny on earth so we brought you here
to force your hand,” a different God admitted patiently from his throne, “We
chose you and you denied us. Why
do
people
do
that?”

           
“I don’t understand,” she was so confused; she remembered
nothing before waking up here, “How did I get here?”

           
“You died, Tia.” An absolutely beautiful woman glided
down to stand in front of her.

           
“Oh.”

           
“But we will give it all back if you agree to do us a
great service. In return, we will give you your destiny, your life, your love.”
The Goddess reached out to her and lightly stroked her face.

           
The cold fog that had surrounded Tia visibly dissipated
as her eyes drifted shut. Instantly, warmth spread throughout her body. Her
memories came rushing back and she felt more alive in death than she ever had
in life.

She
remembered her bonding day, Gremlaw, her rape, and Roland’s death. All of the
memories blurred together until the moment she woke up here. Strength was
infused into her soul from the Goddess’ hand as more and more memories flooded
her mind; the war, Roland, her village, and the green eyed Bylan. It all rushed
through her over and over until the Goddess abruptly stepped back.

           
“What can I possibly do that the Gods cannot?” Tia
questioned breathlessly even as she desperately struggled to draw a breath.

           
“It’s simple really,” the Goddess stated as she stepped
out of Tia’s reach. “We need you to raise your children.”

           
“That’s it?” Tia was genuinely surprised at the
simplicity of the request and a chill of foreboding ran down her spine. “If it
is so simple, why do the Gods need me to do it?”