Storm Kitten's Leather Bound Book

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Hearing the heart begin beneath her, it was reflective to think that the sun light would be fading soon for the night. Drawing a long breath, slowly she sat up, rising her head off of his shoulder. Beneath her, his body was as cold as a corpse, considering he was a vampire it was not much of a surprise. Languid, like a cat, she stretched slowly, still straddling his hips. The stretched beginning in her lower back and going up her spine still she stretched her shoulders and back. Letting out her held breath as she watched his green eyes flutter open.

Silently she watched the surprise flicker across his face. Then his body jerked beneath her, that made her smile. His body jerked as he tried to sit up, or as he tried to left his arms to touch her. Maybe he would have shoved her off. It didnt really matter, she had bond him tight enough even the vampire was not going to break free till she was done.

"Eru..." Storm purred softly his name.

Watching as he jerked again. "unnngg" His attempt to speak past the gag made her smile even wider.

The gag moved past his fangs, before she could say anything his body jerked beneath her again. "Oh do be careful... it would seem that gag has stripes of silver." Her lips pursed into a slight pout. "I would hate for your tongue to get all burned on them."

The gag was specially made. He could try to push it out of his mouth all he wanted, but all she would do was cause contact with the silver, either burning his tongue or his mouth. The gag was likely unnecessary, but honestly she did not want to listen to his mouth right now. He could keep his threats to himself.

"Are you going to call that bitch of a mistress? Going to tattle on me?" Her voice almost sweet, taunting. His eyes narrowed at her. She knew he could call that bitch and her fun would be over. She also knew he would not. No this was personal between them.

Storm leaned down toward his face, gently rubbing her cheek up from his chin to his cheek. The movement not so different than that of a cat marking its territory. "Come on.... come on...." She taunted him softly till she felt him jerk beneath her again.

"Oh keep on fighting" A soft giggle coming to her lips. "You know I love it..."

Beneath her, he continued to stare at her, oh if looks could kill, but he had otherwise fallen still. Aware of the sound of his beating heart, but he did not even pretend to breathe. He was so angry. Storm knew there would be a price to pay when he got free, but that was the point, wasnt it?

Her own breath caught in her throat as he shifted beneath her, not tryting to sit up or pull free, but that slow lazy stretch, even in the confines of the bonds, she couldnt help but stare

Sobering slightly at the sight of him. "Eru..."

Rising her finger, watching his eyes jump to the single digit, she was bleeding. Moving the finger above his mouth, letting the blood drip down. It was a lot less intimate than she would have liked, but the gag prevented more... penetration. While he no doubt woke hungry, she knew his control was nearly legendary. Unfortunately his cock would not get hard without fresh blood and she wanted his cock oh so hard for her.  

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Hunter’s Date Night: the beginning ~story~

It started off just as a game of hide and seek. Something of child play between them. It spoke to both of their natures and instincts. He had called for her one day and it struck her to run. No real logic, just instinct to run. She had known that if she ran, he would chase her. It was in his nature as much as it was hers. Briaca was able to fly threw doors and hallways, summoning new rooms before she turned the handle. Briaca knew the keep and its hundreds of rooms well. Had made a bit of a hobby of knowing and she used that knowledge. Her body shifting forms here and there. A small sleek red fox in long stretches. The red bleeding out to black when the shadows to hide her. Flawlessly her body reformed as human as she reached the door and threw it open. Body shimmering again as she slipped through the portal.

Briaca knew that he could find her easily. Nothing could hide from the Master of the Wild Hunt. Nothing in Huntskeep could hide from it's master. Similar, he could use his control to chose to lock doors against her, which he did on occasion. Trying to yank a door open an it not budging was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Each time, causing her to scramble back through the door she had come through, or search for another one farther away. Not that he really needed such tricks and help, he was a master of hunt, able to track through nearly any situation.

Part of the game was the prize at the end. If he caught her, she would be his prey. Prey in which he could make his demands from. If she managed to surprise him, to catch him off guard, to trap him, she was the one that deserved a prize of her choosing. Her winning the game was rare but that was not the point. It was hard to say there was ever one real loser as it always benefited them both.

Cetch liked to dominate her in every way. To force her to submit to him even if he could take her by force. Nothing made her excited quite like the way he proved his strength and skill to her. Prove to his maleness, his prowess, his predator. The man that she called her mate had never disappointed her.

What had started out as just a spur of the moment decision and game, turned into a great stress relief for both of them. Her instincts were naturally both those of a predator and prey. Skilled in the hunt and survival, she could hunt those with less kill and ability than she had. At the same time, she knew there were far stronger predators out there that made her very much prey. She was opportunistic when there was an opportunity, or she felt the need to prove herself.

To run, to rely on her strength, to turn off the mundane  everyday thoughts and worries had turned into a great catharsis for her when it was her Hunter that was hunting her. And judging from his own edge of emotions, he felt the same way.

The hunt between them had gotten more and more intense each time. Once upon a time it had been only hide and seek. It had turned into much more when she drew her knife. He had caught her by surprise, it had been instinct. Honestly she didnt remember thinking about drawing the knife, it was suddenly in her hand and she had left a wicked line across his chest. The sight of blood had been enough to sober her, but fascinate her too.

He had snatched her up so fast, she had been a complete rag doll to him. Pinning her very female body against his very male body... Briaca had given him a perfect show of submission... after she had licked his wound...

After that, they had talked, theorized, fantasied. Adding more to the game. It had all been just a threat that became real.

The first time he she had failed to zag enough to miss his arrow, the pain had been an utter shock. Stumbling and falling, she didnt get up fast enough to run again. She had looked up at him in shock, maybe close to the same way that he had felt when she first drew her knife. Despite the arrow, she never feared him. He stopped her from taking the arrow out, it was her sentence for not being faster, not being better. By the time he fucked the sense from her pretty little head, her body pushed the arrow from her body.

It only took the one time to really learn.

Gloves off, the game became a true hunt. One that they were both eager to play.

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~story~ Rise and Fall in Darkness

Exhausted to do anything more. Leaning back against the wall, her energy spent. She did the last thing she could do, run her fingers through his hair as his head rested in her lap. Stroking as if to calm and comfort him, in truth she was the one that needed comforting. There was nothing in the world that could comfort her now. It felt as if a major part of her had passed with him. It seemed like eternity that she stared ahead of her, not really seeing anything.

The tears on her cheeks were hot, though she barely noticed them. Closing her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her eyes.  A numbness was setting in so deep that she no longer noticed the cold that had started to seep into her bones a month ago during her first hours of capture.

In her mind, she kept replaying the moment over and over again. The pure shock, she watched as they carried his broken body in and dumped him near her. Crawling to him to help him. Before she even touched him she knew he was dying. It was only a matter of a little time. He knew it too. In three months of pain and torture, nothing had come close to that single minute. His body was clean as if they had dumped water on him to wash away the blood, she could see a number of ugly bruises and deep cuts.

After a while she managed a weak sad smile. Of everything they had done to them, they had not made a lair out of him. He had sworn that he would die at her side. That if anything happened he would always come for her. Both were now true, he had come for her and he did die in her lap. A small mercy. As horrible as it was to watch, it had been a relief.  

Sighing softly, she felt shattered, her body numb. Everything had been taken from her, she knew it was only a matter of time before her life was taken from her as well. She could not help but wish for a death sentence herself. To join him soon so they could be together. Part of her felt selfish for the thought even crossing her mind, but she could not help it. Her life, her rock, her love was gone.

The sound of movement far away reminded her that they would be coming for his body soon. She had little choice but to let them have it. It is not like the man was still there. She could try to give a fight, but to what point? If they left his body with her it would merely rot. Silently she prayed they were not going to discrete him any more than they already had. Hoping for a small mercy that they would send his body home so it could have the proper burial.

So slowly, she shifted his head off her lap. Laying her head down on his shoulder, she stretched out beside him. A single sob escaping her lips as she settled against him. Exhaustion catching up, she was asleep before the second sob could escape her lips.

Waking, she was completely and utterly disoriented. For a moment, she knew she was in pain but that was it. A moment that she didnt remember her name, had no idea where she was, or what was going on. As she started to lift her head off the cold stone floor, she felt her head start to throb. Rolling slowly on to her back as she raised her hands to her head. Clutching her head as she waited for the pain to alleviate enough for her to think.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed movement in the room. Instinctively her eyes moved to follow it. There was a sickening moment of the past hitting the present. A moment she didnt understand what she was looking at. It was much like the first time she looked at a battlefield and her mind had refused to process what she was seeing. As her eyes focused on the figure across the small room for her, she found herself unable to breathe.

“Alistair....” Whispering the name of her lover like a prayer and horror.

She was suddenly scrambling to her feet. She was not sure if she was trying to reach him or escape, but it didnt matter, she didnt have the strength to stand on her own. Her knees starting to collapse, suddenly she felt her back hit the cold stone wall. Her head hit with enough to force to daze her. She was aware of the hand around her throat, pinning her in place. Aware of the press of his body against hers, he felt cool to her. Not that she was very warm, having slept naked on the bare cold stone, but he felt so much colder. Trying to take several small rapid breaths, the force of his embrace had drove the breath from her lungs.

Shaking her head in denial. She was trying to deny it so fast as she found herself face to face with her lover. Eyes wide, darting all around his face. The face she knew so well... except his eyes. His eyes were cold, wild, something she could not begin to describe.

“No... no... no...” Whispering as tears started to run down her cheeks. “... please... I.. Iiii... I... watched...” The tears quickly becoming desperate sobs and hiccups. “... I... watched... you... you... you...”

The slight tightening of his fingers caused her to reach for his hand with both of hers. Gripping his hand, gripping his fingers, not trying to pry them loose, but holding on as if her life depended on it. For a moment all she could do was star at him and sob. Feeling his second hand touch her body, she shuddered slightly, it was as cool as his body. Feeling his hand moving down her side, she had the sudden awareness that her legs were parted and he blocked any chance of closing them.

“I... I...” Desperate to find her voice.

The pressure of his legs were urging her legs apart and she found a bit of will to fight it, although she couldnt say why. The struggle was pathetic to say the least. She was so weak, still exhausted and worn out from her captivity. Her lover on the other hand suddenly seemed impossibly strong.

As his face dipped toward hers, she recognized the look of hunger on his features. For a moment she held her breath, only gasping as she felt lips brush against her jaw. Closing her eyes as every rational and most of the irrational thoughts left her. Feeling her body go limp, he must have felt it too as he released her throat, both of his hands catching her butt and hoisting her up. The movement brought her closer face level with him. It also forced her legs on either side of his waist. Almost by habit she was wrapping her legs around him.

His lips worked down her jaw, to her throat as she softly sobbed. Knowing something was wrong, but she couldnt bring herself to say it out loud. She didnt want it to be true. She was desperately to believe she had woken from a bad dream, or maybe that she was in a nightmare and she would wake up soon. That all the badness would be gone.

Something of a strangled sound escaped her lips as she felt him guiding her hips on to the tip of his cock. Unaware of when he had gotten hard. Had he been pressing it against her body before now? She couldnt remember. In any case her legs were spread and her sex vulnerable for him. Shivering against him, she tried to tell herself no. Or maybe she tried to tell him no, but the words just couldnt escape her lips no matter how hard she screamed them in her head.

Feeling him, the tip of him penetrate her, she gasped softly. Expecting to feel him continue, instead he just held her there. Barely inside of her, just the promise of what was to come. Suddenly she felt teeth against her throat, there was a sharpness , it was a shock. Feeling not just the bite, but then the since of him sucking. Drawing on her neck. She found herself desperately writhing against him. Losing track of everything but that feeling. Unaware of the cold that was creeping into her body, or the complete and utter weakness, or her labored breathing.

Aware of his sudden jerk on her hips, and she felt his cock impaled inside of her, something of a scream escaped her lips. Somehow it crossed her mind that he was too deep inside of her, he was too hard, it hurt too much. Oh it hurt so much. Feeling him lift and drop her body, she could only describe the pace as lazy, utterly lazy and slow. In her mind, she was screaming, even as no sound escaped her lips. Losing the strength to even hold up her head, her head lulled rolled against his shoulder. Her awareness was becoming less and less, the last thought was how hard he was inside of her.

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~story~ Golem Rape

Dropping ungracefully to her knees was the better option than being knocked off her feet again. Besides she barely had the strength to stand on her own any more. After the last several hours showing him grace and ease were the least of her concerns. Hitting the stone floor hard, her head bowed forward slightly. Dark hair fell into her face. It was not meant as a sign of submission, rather she was trying to conserve what strength she had left. Most of her remaining strength was focused on staying in an up right position.

The sound of footsteps on the hard floor were not enough cause for her to look up. Touching her was not a requirement to hurt her. At this point she doubted he would be stupid enough to get within arms reach so soon. He seemed to understand with as weak as she currently was contact was necessary on her part to perform a counter spell. He was powerful but she had shown him a couple spells that he had only imagined possible in his wildest nightmares. They had not been enough to level the playing field but breaking them had still cost him dearly.

Feeling the magick creep across the stone towards her she was powerless to stop it. There was no where to run and no strength left to block it. All she could do was try not to give in to panic. This was going to hurt…. again… It seemed as if he was playing with her now. At first he had tried his best to force her body to shift. Now he was not even giving it a real effort. Instead he said the necessary chant and let her fight against the spell instead of his own will power. It caused her just as much pain and allowed him to relax and watch the show.

Kestrel knew how to break the spell. Unfortunately the one thing she needed, his blood, was constantly out of her reach. She had plenty of her own blood. In fact her body had been so beaten and broken that she still had wounds that were bleeding. Her body had healed so much of the damage already but her natural abilities had slowed down hours ago. To break his hold on her she needed his blood and a little strength. Neither were going to be easy to get.

Feeling him twisting the magick, her body started to respond. She fought the change that tried to come over her. Refusing to allow him to humiliate her in such a way she struggled against what her body currently thought was natural. Besides he had chosen another form that was lost to her. He could not force her body to change, just make it really hurt. The mage knew what he was doing.

Most of the current damage was internal. Torn muscle and tissue from resisting as he tried to to change her shape over and over again. Eventually the pain subsided as it had done dozens of times before. Her entire body ached. Evidence of the knife play earlier had long disappeared into new pink scars. Those would fade with time, if she lived that long. His interest in her unlikely meant her death any time soon, even if death was possible. She was not completely convinced she could die although she was starting to find that little fact annoying.

The pain never really left but it became more tolerable so that she could focus on the room around her. The look on his body showed he was still amused by this game. Her body shuddered violently for a moment. If it did not show such weakness she would have considered curled up in a ball on the floor. Taking a deep breath she attempted to calm her voice.

“…..having…. fun….. yet?” Hissing at him.

It took her a moment to get her barings. To figure out where she was in the room. Feet away was a large clay form that had fallen over. Kestel summoned her strength, forcing her feet beneath her. Her body didnt want to work, feeling too torn apart, but sheer will made her do it. Stumbling and falling at the side of the golem, she summoned her magick as she laid her hands against the clay. So exhausted, she was running on hopes and prayers. She felt the mud melt beneath her, flowing over her as she crawled into the shell.

The golem shell had been a creation that she had manifested a long time ago. Every bit of it held her magick, her touch. It took very little of her magick to bring to it life. She wanted to sleep, needed to rest, but she could not afford to. Just as she simply didnt have the energy to repair the few cracks that her earlier battle had created. Kestel managed to get her golem up to its feet moments before his golem reached her.

It was hard to tell if her magick gave out first, or if she simply lost consciousness and lost control of her creation. The golem was a risk, she had known that. It offered her armor and protection, it was virtually indestructible, unfortunately she was not. A vicious blow sent her rattling around inside of it.  

“You know it wont respond to me…” The words addled in her mind. Bouncing around, reaching her consciousness. She was aware that she was laying on her her stomach, she was still inside the golem. It felt like the golem had slumped over.

“You dont have enough power left…” Laughing, realizing her mouth was dry.

“How long can  you stay in there?” His voice mocking her. She knew he was right. Her body was desperate for sleep and food. He could not get her out, not right now at least, but he could likely outlast her.

Kestel was aware that something was happening. A prick against her consciousness. Blood… Blood.. Blood… His blood? She felt power, his magick. Her mind just wanted to sleep for another hour even as she was trying to make herself focus.

Suddenly she was becoming uncomfortable. It took another few seconds for her to realize the insides of the golem were becoming sharp instead of smooth. In fact they were becoming sharp spikes. Kestel tried to summon her own magick, but she was too drained. Trying to move her body, her body protested. Inside the golem she whimpered as the spikes pricked her skin. Knowing that she was going to start bleeding.

“Are you sure  you dont want to come out…”

“Fuck yourself…” Screaming back at him, the panic showing in her voice.

“Suit yourself…”

Kestel felt something hit her golem from behind her, causing her to shift on the spikes, screaming out as they drove into her a bit more. Before she could get her barrings, she felt something brush between her legs. Shocking, it did not make sense. It took a moment to realize that something had penetrated her golem. Maybe through one of the holes or crack. It was pressing against her sex, she refused to believe it.

It was not possible.

That was her ls thought before she felt something being driven up into her cunt. Screaming at the violation. It hurt, her body no where near ready for that. There was no escape, no where for her to go inside of the golem. She suddenly tried to soften it, to escape, but it didnt respond. His blood. He could not take control of her golem, but he could prevent her from doing so. The violation battered her sex over and over again, as if it was trying to get deeper.

Breathing hard, the penetration finally stilled deep inside of her. That should have been a relief. For a few moments it was. It was until she felt the violation started to expand inside of her. Doubling or tripling inside of her till she thought she was going to break. Then the movement began again. That enormous penetration sliding in and out of her battered cunt.  

With each thrust, she felt like her cunt was being torn, as well as feeling her body being battered harder and harder onto the spikes. Spikes that penetrated sensitive spots of her body. It almost felt like they were cupping her breast, cradling them in pain. Her breast bouncing into this spikes beneath her weight.

Kestel quickly lost all sense of anything but pain and violation and weakness. It could have lasted for minutes, or hours and hours. Literally she was fucked out of her mind as she bled out one drop at a time. She passed in and out of consciousness over and over again. Disoriented.

A strangled sound escaped her lips as the violation was at long last was ripped free from her cunt. Some part of her was aware of the absence of his magick. She pushed enough threads of her own magick so that her golem lost its strength and she collapsed out of it. Hitting the ground, she crumbled completely. Not even bothering to open her eyes, starting to simply drift off again.

“Are you having fun yet?” His mocking laughter as she felt his body above her. Kestel rolled her eyes open for a moment, it was only a moment until she passed out into blackness. Long last caring that she was vulnerable and helpless. She had no fight left to her until she rested.

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~rp~ Body mod demon

Stretched out in the bath, she was relaxed, on the edge of sleep until the door opened. Opened and closed in the breath of a moment. Ekaterina started to sit up at the sight of the male. Looking at him, her mind was trying to evaluate, demon or fallen. Not that it mattered much over all.

“Looks like my timing is perfect…“

“I doubt that…“ Ekaterina retorted as she started to stand up. Suds and soap starting to run down her body.

“I like my toys as blank canvas.“ His words sent a shiver through her body.

“Are you here to teach me art…“ Ekaterina reached for the towel, starting to wrap it around her wet body.

“In fact, I am.“ His smile widened. “A dear friend tells me you are looking for a tutor. A master to learn from. I love a new student.“

Ekaterina thought he had to be exaggerating. People in hell didnt have friends, let alone dear friends. Although his words caused her to wonder who he was talking about. It was no secret she was demanding to learn from the demons that came to rape her. She had even had some success, she had some lovers that she looked forward to their return.

“Do you want to learn?” He was taunting her but she couldnt help herself… and he knew it. “Lay down on the bed.“

Keeping her eyes on him, she threw her towel on the edge of the tub and started for the bed, still more than a bit wet.

“You can summon your power by now, cant you? Do it. Let me see.“

Ekaterina was wary, but she started to do as he asked. Mentally her hands reached for her hand, to wrap her hands around it. Almost as soon as she had her hands on it, she was aware of his hands covering her and wrenching her hands and the power. So shocked she didnt think to let go or try to stop him. Feeling like he yanked it through her body. Aware of him guiding it route and touch even as he gripped her hands. The sense that she lost herself, lost control of her body as he started to change her body and appearance.

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~rp~ Whip master demon

Ekaterina looked into her room from where she sat on her balcony. The sound of the heavy boots thudding on her floor.

“Girly girl…“ The voice was deep, masculine. Feeling it tighten things deep in her body.

Slowly Ekaterina pushed herself out of the chair, moving to the door way, looking in at the male that was coming toward her. Her hand was on the door jam, in the back of her mind she was prepared to slam the door shut. Thanks to her father, she could not escape her room, even her balcony, but thanks to her desire to learn, she knew how to seal and ward her door. Betting that she could keep him from getting her until his “hour” was up. Of course her father would be pissed, but at this point that was nothing new.

“Come play girly…” That devil may care grin on his lips stole her breath.

“My father never plays when he brings his whip…“ Ekaterina noticed the whip he carried in his hand. Unsure if that was his idea of play or his weapon of choice. She was getting quite the reputation as a fighter.

“I aint your daddy“

Ekaterina watched him snap the whip to the side. The crack causing her to jerk slightly. Her lips parting in a soft gasp.

“No… no… you are not…“ Whispering as she found herself captivated.

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~rp~ twin demons

The door opened, her eyes drawn to the open portal as it often was these days. Watching a pair of male demons step inside. Ekaterina immediately recognized the pair. Powerful allies of her father, he had hosted them a few times here during her lifetime. Her father had always said that if they were one being, they would be strong enough to be the ninth lord.

… Wicked…

… Truth…

Wicked Truth, they were two separate beings, and at the moment not strong enough to become one of the nine lords… or maybe that should be two of the nine lords…

Ekaterina was barely aware that her lips had parted and she was staring at the pair. While she knew birth rates and children were rare among demons, even rarer for their to be siblings or even half siblings. To her knowledge Wicked and Truth were the only twins ever born. Finding herself more than a bit captivated by the sight of them, as she seemed to be any time they had visited in the past.

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~rp~ Boat master demon

Ekaterina looked out over the River Styx. Her sandaled feet moved over the soft ground. Her father had told her to stay on the dock. She was not much for listening to her father these days. If he could not find her dozens of feet away, he deserved to lose her. As she walked at a lazy pace, she was careful to avoid stepping in the water.

Hissing softly as a wave struck a rock and split and splashed. Feeling a few drops of the acid land on her pale legs. It caused her to stumble back a few feet. The river of death lived up to it’s name.

Starting to turn around and look at the dock, she gasped as less than a foot from her was a very tall figure. Her hand coming up to cover her mouth for a moment. Eyes rapidly flickering over the demon. She could not help but wonder, demon or demi god.

“Are you trying to escape my bargin Kat Kat?“ To her, that voice sounded like names dragging down her mind and soul. Causing her whimper softly.

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~rp~ Demon obedience collar

Ekaterina came awake to the sound of the click near her ear. Gasping softly as she was aware of the collar around her neck. Standing above her was a pale male, his lips twisted into a gruesome grin. Instinctively she was jerking to sit up.

“Lie down dear…“ There was a quality to his voice that she had never heard before.

His voice so soft, but she felt the command pound through her mind. So strong she found herself collapsing back to the bed before she even realized what she was doing. As she realized, she started to sit up again, fighting against the desire to lay down like he said. Panting softly in exertion.

“Spread your legs for me, bend the knees…“ Ekaterina found her body wanting to obey, starting to obey. She was fighting the order. Her thighs ached with the desire to obey. A soft whimper coming to her lips. After several moments she stopped fighting the need to obey, gasping softly as she found herself breathing hard. Her forehead already broke out in a light sweat.

“You have quite the reputation for disobedience…“ His voices tsked softly. “I think you are going to be a very good girl for me… Aren’t you?“

Ekaterina felt the pressure and need to move her arms above her head. Her hands reaching for the headboard of her bed. Aware of the movement stretching her body for his view. As she fought, she was completely horrified.