Dakini

[Queen of Hearts]

Wafting through the slightly open doorway, the coppery scent beckoned, the essence called to those were even now clambered down the hallway, means of their migration varied as the creatures themselves which pushed into the massive and rapidly filling room. It hung heavy in the air there, emanating from the human female who lay dying in the center of a circle drawn upon the floor, which kept out even the boldest of those who slavered for their turn at the flesh. The High Lady performed her rite, the next two victims in their own circles only able to catch sparse glimpses of the current offering as the thickly swirling crowd of beasties outside the protective environs of the circle grew ever more agitated, darting in to lap up spare flicks of blood that the lone free human within these walls let fly from where he worked. Held in invisible bonds, the woman’s eyes were wide with the mix of panic and pain, and her screams were the perfect accompaniment to the harsh chanting of the Lady and the assorted hisses, muttering and growls of the ensembled monstrosities.

At last the chant ended on a clipped syllable and a sudden silence and stillness permeated the crowd as all eyes regarded this male with amusement and loathing mixed equally. Most had seen this performed many times, though the male himself was unaccustomed. Turning to he who sawed at his wife’s flesh, she extended a hand to him, and he yanked free the protective womb the shrieking wail from the human as her inside were torn free bringing a small smirk to play at the full lips of the one being handed the blood soaked piece of met. Accepting it regally, she lifted it with two hands above her head to the crowd, the frenzied roar of approval causing the three still living humans within the room to flinch, and then as the silence reigned once more, Dakini imbibed the steaming uterus, delicately wiping her hands on a silk napkin after wetting them in a bowl of warmed water. Turning to the crowd, the long fingernail flicked out to point to her southwest and a stream of the arcane words once more flowed from blooded lips.

From somewhere within the crowd, a group began to glow red, the crowd around them parting as the chosen ones made their way, resembling giant flies, their wings made a rustling sound as they crawled, unaccustomed to such locomotion. Upon reaching the emblazoned circle, the leader reached a fuzzed leg out and tentatively extended it past the blockage. Finding no resistance, and continuing unharmed, the others of his crew sidled forward, two grappling the body and carrying it off with them elsewhere. The eyes of the human male with her were shaded but she could see that they held a shade of remorse and she grinned at him, most amused. He had been the gentlest, kindest of men once. Before she had taken a personal interest. One of the talon like nails ran lightly across his jaw line as she tilted her head up to him standing beside her, and then extended her hand out for him to proceed, in a mockery of genteel procedure. His glance at her was now unfathomable and too brief to read deeply and then he turned and strode to the next, his older brother who waited eyes filled with only hate.

Harsh tones rang out as the ritual was repeated, this one lasting longer due to the increased fortitude of the fraternal victim. As the voice paused this time, the lady placed her hand upon her companions’ shoulder and he pulled back, confusion in his icy blue gaze. She knelt beside him and held his gaze a moment. Without breaking it, she reached into the open cavity and grasped ahold of the still beating heart. Clenching her fist around it, she extracted it from the body swiftly and brought it to the lips of her partner. Taking in every flash of emotion that ran through those ocean eyes, she waited, the demons around the circle waited and then he leaned forward and ate from her hand. He was hers. As the last vestiges of humanity died within him, she pulled him forward into a kiss, mingling the blood upon their lips. With a wave of her hand without breaking the kiss, the spells holding the circles against the multitude vanished and the creatures swarmed in, covering the still living body of his adult daughter as well as the corpse and the sound of her shrieks was a delicious accompaniment to their union there upon the floor of the great hall

Gradually the fiends slipped away over time, leaving the sated two alone on the curiously bloodless floor, even their joined bodies had been cleaned of the substance by the beasts surrounding them, paid no heed by the twain. The Lady stretched languidly some time later, fingers splaying across the hard muscled stomach of he who was now her mate, for however long her interest lasted. He lazily opened one eye, then the other, affixing her with his gaze which, upon completion of the ritual, was filled with the new capabilities. Depending on the recipient, the spell worked somewhat differently each time, simply expanding upon the already embedded potentials. The eyes were now a blue so deep it was nearly black and the very unusual color pleased her greatly though they were now no longer readable to her, as they had been before. Reaching swiftly out to her, catching her by surprise, he flipped her onto her back and covered her form with his own, a delighted laugh coming from her as she noted his strength and speed were now superior to hers.

Eventually, they parted, he going to his rest and she to hers in their separate chambers, though she was not quite to rest yet as her rooms were occupied by a massive humanoid with the head of a bull. He spoke to her deferentially and she responded in the same harsh tongue, though graciously for he was her second in command and the general of her armies. Sending an imp off for refreshments, as she could see the weariness in his frame, she expressed concern for the endeavor. “Judging by your tiredness, I suspect things are not going in our favor?” A low rumble came from his chest and were she not one who had known him for centuries uncounted, she might have thought it was an animalistic warning. She, though, knew it for the chuckle that it was and the shoulders relaxed as the Lady leaned back in her chair. “Success, then.” Other than requesting more resources, this would be the only reason for him to come to her in person from the failed. Lifting a glass to her minotaur commander as the refreshments were proffered, they toasted the victory over the neighboring demon Lord, and upon completion, took their celebration to the bedchamber.

When wakefulness again was restored to Dakini, the general was long since gone, likely consolidating the new holding for her to oversee. Calling for a grand accouterment, she sorted through the things, eventually deciding upon something particularly imposing in shades of crimson and ebony. Hours alter she was satisfied with her attire and sent one of the pages to summon her new acquisition, amusing herself with the thought of tarnishing her generals’ victory by flaunting the human as her mate. Turning her head as he came through the door, she wrinkled up her nose at his attire and shook her head. “Strip him and bring him something complimentary to mine,” she told her personal servants, who swarmed at him and only his obedience to her cause his stoic standstill as his clothes were removed from him, as he did not speak the language of her realm. A wicked smirk curved her mouth as she met his eyes, though she was disconcerted slightly within to see amusement and not the repressed rage that she had been expecting.

An anomaly to check out later, as the new clothing arrived and she had her pretty one dressed properly and then they were off, conveyed through the plane by a fanciful carriage, fashioned to resemble a dragon. Those more insipid of the dwellers tended to fall to their face in fear upon seeing it, either due to the mistress within or the spectre of the fearsome beast, it did not particularly matter. Upon arriving at the new fortress, she bade it open to her and the general within let the gates open and she swept into the place which had been conquered in her name, confronted with a line of troops, of which she easily laid a compelling upon them then had the general set them free. Ignoring her human pet, she tucked arm in arm with the minotaur and spoke softly to him in their language. As they toured, the place was systematically looted of anything worthwhile, until nothing serviceable remained. Fastening a stake in the central courtyard, the conquered demon and his immediate lessers were fastened there, Dakini chanting her binding spell to hold them tight.

“You should not have stood against me, my brother,” she spoke to him, then turned her back and leaving her mortal to trail behind again, she and her general exited the fortress. Settling upon a rise of the ground, she perched regally within a specially prepared chair and gave the order. Four of her strongest magic users began systematically destroying the building and its occupants by folding the reality of the fortress upon itself, multiple times, encapsulating it within a protective sphere and then imploding it. Satisfied, she turned her sunshine to what should be her withering plant who was idly watching a contest of arms nearby. She called to him softly, sultrily, and he glanced to her and held up a finger in what she knew meant ‘wait a minute’ in the human language lexicon and her eyebrows met her hair line a moment and then she chuckled. Thought to make her wait, did he? Leaving him to watch whatever dull maneuvers that had caught his attention, she returned to her own fortress, leaving the bare place where the former fortress had occupied behind her.

Upon returning to her own residence, she gave a quick set of orders that her new pet was to be chained with the other pets in the stables this evening and refused food or any other sustenance. That matter aside, she swept to her offices where there a waited an extraordinarily beautiful female, who was holding conversation with several of her other contemporaries. Dakini rolled her eyes and sent them away, with a gesture clamping down on the young succubus powers, not hiding her amusement as the young men stumbled over themselves in confusion. Taking a step forward, wrapping a hand around the other females throat she squeezed until her nails pierced the other’s skin, Dakini ignoring the ichors drizzling down the flesh. “One warning, whore. You do not use your powers within MY lair without permission.” And she dropped the creature to the floor and sat herself upon a stone chair and pierced the floorbound woman with her gaze. “There’s a woman on the mortal plane,” Dakini handed over a captured likeness, “Make her life miserable before you send some male to kill her.” Tapping her chin with one of the sharp fingernails, she mused a moment then added, “Bring me her head when its done.” The terrified youngling nodded and fled as soon as she was dismissed.

After a light repast, she sought her bed again, awakening refreshed hours later, and curious to as how her mortal had enjoyed his night with the beats of burden. Upon being summoned, her majordomo told her that he had bedded down with the soldiers that night, and since her orders had been to restrain him upon entering the castle, he had been left to his own devices. She was rather more curious than angry, and she sent the servant away without so much as a reprimand. This was completely unheard of. In all her experience, she had done this many times and though they might have different reasons, fear, greed, lust, they -always- clung to her presence like a burr on an animals’ coat. Never had she been ignored by one of her pets in such a way. Emerging from her suite and making her way to the outer battlements, she looked over the armies assembled without, they were gathered around something, and she gestured for a farseeing glass. Focusing in, she could see the minotaur general was fighting with, she twisted the glass to focus it closer, her human! No. Sparring, she corrected herself as the minotaur pulled a blow and the human backed up a step breathing heavily. Anger rose in her, she intended for them to be at each other’s throats for her amusement, not comrades in arms! She fumed and plotted how best to set them at odds as she watched the bout resume.

[Queen of Hearts]

Dhaun:

Six months he'd been away. Six months in the frozen, windswept lands of the north. The previous two generals that commanded the forces there had been unable to silence the constant rebellions by the native peoples. They had risen up and all but slaughtered the forces that she had sent there. He should have been sent in the first place. Dhaun had taken a small contingent of the forces he was given, his hardest and most brutal soldiers and traveled into the dreary white and grey scale world. If they would not surrender or bend to to her wishes, he would force them. Village after village was burnt before storms hit, abandoning the people to the elements. Men and teenage boys were taken and sold as slaves and forced into hard labor. Women and teenage girls were forced to mend clothes, cook and provide for the other great need for his men. Some were sold as slaves and into prostitution when they were shipped back home, but the ones of exquisite beauty were kept with him. His personal playthings.

When he returned victorious four days earlier, he paraded the long line of slaved in front of her palace before they were taken to be shipped off to work here or there. The ones that wouldn't survive the travels were sold on the spot. Later in the day, after the men had been sold, the women were auctioned off, each fetching a hefty sum. When the last women were auctioned off, he paraded the remains of his personal harem in front of the crowd, before they were escorted through the gates of the palace, himself in tow. Now, only three of the seven remained alive. The other four had been fed to his pets, serving their new porpose since they ceased to amuse him. These three though. These three he felt strongly about keeping. He also wasn't sure if he wanted to train them yet, or keep them locked up and take them out when he needed one kind of release or another. He looked around him at their three forms and just grinned.

He was reclined in his over sized tub, the warm water enveloping him. His head was back, his eyes were closed as the six hands moved over his body, washing him and his long, white hair. The grime from battle always felt good, but being cleansed of it after an extensive time int the field was even better. That was when he felt the cold steel press against his throat. The two on either side of him simply froze. They'd all seen and or experienced his cruelty, his iron fist, but this one apparently still had some fight in her. His eyes slowly opened to see her straddling his lap, the sponge floating in a halo of bubble on the surface between them. His eyes followed her arms up to her shoulders, up her neck and to her face. He simply grinned at her. He simply nodded his head at the girl and before she could react, the two other women leaped into action. The tackled their companion back and pinned her on the opposite side of the tub.

Yes. These two would be trained, their friend would be caged. If she survived. He reached into the water below and glided towards her. The blade trailed it's tip from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, between her lips and biting into her clit enough to draw a small drop of blood that diffused in the warm, soapy water. The blade continued it's journey, only a small bit of pressure away from breaking the skin. It rolled up her stomach and shifted left, trailing concentric circles around the girl's breast until the tip of the blade pressed down against the center of her nipple. He spun the blade slowly, again, pressing it just hard enough to not break the skin. He drug it up from there, leaving a small red dot on her nipple, across her throat and up her cheek until the tip rested just below her eye. His body moved over her too, hovering. His free arm was against the edge of the tub supporting his weight, while the other guided the blade. one of his legs was stretched back behind him while the other was slipped between her legs and ground against her, as the two other women pinned her and held her legs open wide.

"Not very wise move my pet. I had thought about training you... I was beginning to like you"

The woman on the right that held her down had reached over, sensing the coming punishment, and began to work him. He simply grinned as he glared down at the pinned woman. He snapped his fingers and gave a nod as he moved back. The pinned woman was manhandled up and turned around before she was bent over the side of the tub, her face pressed down against the cold marble. her arms were taken by the two women and bound at the small of her back with a wash cloth. The woman's thighs were pulled apart and held open, inviting him in. With the two others holding her in position, this gave him free motion. He set the blade on her back for a moment as he squared himself up behind her and began teasing her body, slowly making it betray her paniced mind. It wasn't long until he took hold of her hips and pulled her back to meet him as he thrust forward, slamming into her body. When he established his pace, his hands moved from her hips and took up the blade that rested on her back.

It began to dance over the flesh of her back, drawing intricate designs,but not yet piercing her flesh. It was when he rolled his hips back and slipped out of her, just resting against her lips when the blade first moved in. The exact moment that his hips smacked against her pelvis, the blade dove into her flesh. straight into her side jsut below the the ribs. There was a secondary slap of skin, but from the side of his fist meeting her side. As he regained his pace, he pulled the blade free from her side and immediately let it bite into her back. The girl screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her mind wallowing in the pain and suffering, her body reveling in the pleasure. A gasp escaped the girl's mouth as she found one hand working her clit and another massaging one of her breasts. As he and the two other women worked their prey, the blade was carving into her back, swirling and slashing designs into her flesh. When a segment was complete, he would take the tip of he blade and his free hand and slowly flay the piece of flesh from her back. With the second piece, he figured why let it go to waste?

He had leaned over her, his hips still rocking as he held a piece of her flesh off her back. He shoved it into her mouth mid moan and pushed her jaw closed. He cupped his hand over her nose and mouth, trapping it and cutting off her air supply. To make things worse, His hips rocked against her with a harder pace and the assaulting hands did as well. He brought his lips close to her ear and whispered to her after his teeth raked over the back of her neck.

"Consume it..."

It wasn't like she had much choice in the matter. She did as she was told. her jaws moved under his grip and she swallowed the part of herself. After he felt it moving down her throat, his hand moved away from her nose, allowing her to breath, but now invaded her mouth. His fingers pushed around, searching if she hid the flesh and simply pretended to swallow. Once his fingers dipped down into her throat, he was satisfied that she had consumed it, he rose back up and continued flaying pieces of skin from her back and let the other two women feed them to her between her pleasure and pain fueled melody.

Hour after hour passed as he used her body, taking pleasure from every orifice, several times over. roughly a third of her skin had been flayed off and consumed by the four of them.She'd been stabbed several more times, beaten, had limbs and ribs broken. The water they rested in was still warm, fed by natural hot springs, but, it was tinted a deep red from the woman. He couldn't help a chuckle as her eyes met his, looking up at him while her muffled cries vibrated through him. A hand curled into her long, curly blond hair and he wrapped it around several times, holding her tight. He slowly lowered himself down, so he was sitting once more and held her down on him. with her held underwater, he bucked his hips, making it that much harder to hold her breath as he used her throat once more. He waited until her struggling weakened before he let her free from his forceful hold as he lifted her head above the surface, giving her the right to breathe once more.

"Good, at least your face is clean with you look at me now. The blood, the seed, the saliva and the dirt are a disgrace as you look upon your master"

He shoved her away and motioned for one of the women to hold her in place. While she pinned the victim, digging her knees and her fingertips into the girl's wounds, and gently nibbling and suckling her neck, the other one kneeled in front of their standing master and finished what the other girl couldn't do. She didn't need help, she didn't need instruction, yes, this one would most definitely be trained. The only time he held her down on him was when he spilled his seed down the back of her throat, but she continued working him once his grip loosened. Once satisfied her master was clean she sat back and looked up at him. he lifted her up, a finger under her chin guiding her until she stood at her full height. He motioned her to the two other women as he whispered to her.

His obedient pet moved behind the other woman and whispered to her, hands roaming as she spoke. With a nod, the two women manhandled the third into position. Even healed, he couldn't get anything for this disloyal whore. He'd have to pay a man to take her away. He waited until the two women brought her to the position he had asked. Head upon the marble, her upper torso visible above the surface, and her hips and thighs as well, held up with their other hands, that didn't hold her shoulders down. His lean, yet muscular frame slipped from the water, beads of it mixed with the blood trailed down him as he moved across the stone floor to where his clothing, armor, and his morning star sat. Without hesitation he picked up the weapon and moved towards the trio of women. When he reached the side of the tub, he reached out and placed his index and middle fingers on the woman's forehead as he raised the weapon above his head. His voice came out, with a rough, guttural language as he spoke.

"Oh great dark one, I call out to you. Her people have been subdued, enslaved, and stripped of their former power. She has been beaten, bloodied, and abused more ways than most could endure. Yet, she still has the will to fight. The body has been crushed, but the mind still forges on. I give to you her will, her strength, her fight. Take her into your embrace"

He moved his hand away and brought the spiked head of the weapon down square on the girl's face. The wet snap of bone could be heard as the front of her skull was caved in. He weapon was raised a second time and brought down with more force, sending a fine mist of blood out over the three of them. He leaned down for a moment and set the weapon at the side of the tub before he circled back around and climbed into it's warm waters once more. He returned to the place he originally sat and and motioned for the women to come join him. They let go of the body, letting it float int he waters behind them. One moved to his side and picked up her washcloth and began cleansing him once more. The other slipped over his lap, straddling him and took up the sponge that the dead woman once held and returned to her duties. He leaned his head back once more and closed his eyes as he got comfortable.

"To the victor go the spoils"

He grinned a bit as he relaxed once more. When he finished his bath, he'd have to return them to their cages and go track her down. He'd only reported the status of his campaign to her so far.