Legends of Belariath

Infernis

Justice and Revenge: Chapter Three - Time Flies

Cassandra, Queen of the realm and wife to Elric, the Lightbringer closed her eyes and relished the feel of the wind on her brow and the way it ran through her hair. For the first time in many days, her mind knew peace. No conflict between her pride and her baser instincts. No sign, no sound, no mental intrusions from Belial, the wizard that had collared and enslaved her several months ago. In that time, he’d repeatedly taken her against her will, and forced her to enjoy it. Her thighs unconsciously clenched around the ribs of the horse she sat upon on the hillock. Her noble features flushed with anger and something else as she was reminded of her repeated degradations and the inevitable explosions of pleasure and sordid abandon. With considerable effort, she forced herself to put those thoughts behind her and rode back down the hill. With those thoughts gone, her mind wandered to the greatest and worst news possible. Her husband was returning from one of his wartime adventures. Cassandra knew he’d be instantly aware of the difference in her, she just ‘knew’ he would. While their lovemaking had never been boring, she’d rarely felt the raw power that the hated wizard had forced into her body. Her hatred of him had crystallized into something new and cold. A feeling of absolute certainty that he would die at her hands. It was only a matter of time.

Even this could not ruin her joyous frame of mind, not with the wind and the sensation of the coming rain, making everything feel charged with electricity and power. The Queen rode back down the hill, driving the stallion into a full gallop and grinning madly at each jolt and bounce the horse gave. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the numerous bodyguards and watchers that kept one eye on her and one eye on their surroundings. A country at war never knew any sort of peace. Within moments, she’d reached the stables and slid off the horse, leaving it breathless and lathered from the workout. She left the stables without a look at the new hirelings. After the mistake of Tobias, she’d never look at another young stud without remembering the cost of such impulsive gratification. A retinue of servants and advisors surrounded her shortly thereafter and followed her into the Castle, peppering her with questions and requests, reminding her of a meeting with the finance minister this evening, and don’t forget you’re having dinner with Patriarch Losh tonight. The crowd followed her right to her bedroom chamber door where a few guards managed to free her from their dubious ‘help’ and let her escape inside, her thoughts already on a long bath and maybe a nap. She was thoroughly tossled by the wind and ride, tingling still from the gallop home.

Upon shutting the door, the first thing she became aware of was that she wasn’t alone. With that sinking feeling of despair and despised muscle clenching in her belly came another realization. The wizard wasn’t alone, either. A familiar wet sound filled the room, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Belial sat in his customary chair near the fireplace and in front of him knelt a young woman. She was clothed in nondescript loose grey robes and had long brown hair that Belial had wrapped in both hands that he used to guide her head up and down slowly in his lap.

“Cassandra, so good of you to join us. Come and sit. This wonderfully lush thing has been keeping me company in your absence. You’re lucky for that, too.”

The wizard groaned softly and forced the girl’s head down onto his shaft, burying it in her throat and grunted a few times, closing his eyes and smiled an almost gentle smile of pleasure as he filled her belly. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled her head off his drained flesh and dropped her to the floor as she gasped for air and moaned softly. Cassandra did not think it was a sound of distress. Belial, shifted himself in his seat and watched the Queen come closer, the collar around her neck becoming visible again, a tarnished silver.

“Cassandra, a moment of choice has, at last, come to you. Kneel and hear me.”

Cassandra did so, automatically. She had decided to pick and choose her battles. Obeying him now let her put off those battles until later.

“Your ass of a husband returns from throwing away the lives of his men against my minions in a futile effort to find ‘me’. I cannot come when he is here, and while that bothers me to no end, it must be as it is. So, I put it to you. I have enjoyed pleasuring myself with your body and will relish every memory of it for the rest of my endless existence. However, to return after his visit would be a dangerous thing for me to do. So, I leave the choice to you, my luscious slave. Shall I return after his departure, or should I remain away? If I remain away, I will have to take this young one with me, as a way of keeping myself entertained until some new game occurs to me.”

With that last, he nudged the girl on the floor who remained face down, covered in her robes. She moaned again and stirred a bit. Cassandra, on the other hand, had not moved. Her mind was awhirl with thoughts of escape. Not once did her mind consider the fate of the unknown girl on the floor.

“Take her and leave.”

“My collar will remain for a time, to ensure no thought of betrayal, Cassandra.”

“I don’t care. Just take the girl and leave me.”

Belial smiled again at her stone faced pronouncement and nodded.

“So be it.”

The wizard rose and lifted the girl to her feet, turning her in the process to face her Queen and sister.

“Alaya! No!”

The young girl stood, confused and face smeared with saliva and seed, unsteady on her feet and unconsciously leaned toward the wizard for support. Cassandra leapt forward to grab her younger sister from the wizard. In that moment, her legs gave out and she hit the floor at the wizard’s feet, her body quivering with sudden pleasure that warred with her rage and fear for her loved sister.

“Let her go, you deviant bastard! I change my mind!”

“Ahh, but it’s too late for that now. Your choice is made. I will take her and never bother you again.”

“Belial, please! You cannot do-“

Her body exploded in pleasure again, her speech immediately becoming guttural groans of pleasure as her body leaked down her thighs again and she ground her body into the floor. She was distantly aware of being thrown onto her bed and a voice speaking into her ear.

“I can do anything I wish. You still cannot learn this. So, another lesson is in order. I am going to take this girl and use her in all the ways I can imagine. In all the ways I’ve used you and more. I will make her love every moment of it and then we’ll leave, with her knowing you condemned her to a life of slavery. I’m going to do all of this, and right here where you’ll see every detail.”

While he talked, she had opened her eyes to see her sister Alaya, not even twenty, being forced onto her stomach a few feet away on the large bed. The girl squirmed and squealed as the wizard began to lift and tug at her robes, exposing her flesh to the air and her sister’s eyes.

“Belial, please. I’ll...I’ll stop fighting. I’ll do whatever you want.”

The wizard stopped his baring of the girl and leaned down closer to the Queen.

“Without a thought of deceit and deception. You’ll do what I want with full knowledge that I’ll use you for whatever my mind wanders upon. This you agree to? Once and for all?”

The Queen found herself able to move somewhat, her lower limbs still quivering occasionally and she looked at her sister. Alaya looked at her older sister with a bit of fear and almost complete confusion. She could not force herself to condemn her sister.

“Yes. Damn you, yes.”

“Then it is decided. I accept. In return, I will return when you husband leaves. And I will return your sister with me.”

Her eyes widened with surprise. “You lied! You said you wouldn’t...”

She realized he’d never promised anything. She saw how he’d let her assume all of it. Her pride in her intellect took a great hit as she watched the wizard return to the task of stripping the younger girl.

“Belial, I beg you. Take me instead. If you must...take her, let it be where I cannot see.”

The wizard had finished removing the girl’s robes and was currently running his hands over the girl’s thighs, spreading them and squeezing lightly. She was crying out softly and moving back against his hands, her eyes glazed over and unseeing.

“She loves the feel of my touch. After spending six years in a monastery, I don’t blame her. See how her flesh flushes with blood and swells? Look, Cassandra. So smooth and clear of distracting hair.”

He’d reached forward to pull Alaya’s long mane of hair, making her to go her knees and push her ass back onto his fingers. Her moans were low and guttural, so deep for a girl of her size. Cassandra was in the depths of despair, her pleas ignored and her own body beginning to quiver again, inexplicably.

“I have taken the liberty of fusing your essences. You witnessed the end of the ritual as you entered the room, by chance. Her pleasure is yours. My gift to you, my slave.”

The wizard slipped forward and thrust into the tight flesh of the girl’s leaking center. A single thrust and she was filled and moaning wantonly. Mouth open and gasping, Alaya gripped the sheets of the royal bed and pushed back against the invading wizard, grinding against his thighs. Cassandra’s own moans of pleasure were pinched and forced, her own hands gripping her riding clothes that were chaffing and rubbing her swelling lips between her legs. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she moaned and sobbed. Her liberty, her life, her sister, all were lost to her, and now her body was again betraying her. She tugged at her shirt, loosening it to stop the incredible rubbing on her hardened nipples. Alaya looked forward at her sister, seeing only that she was moaning and removing her clothes and thrust back against the pounding flesh that was stretching her body open further. The feeling was incredible, so much more than she’d imagined. She was melting inside, her stomach was clenching and oh gods above, she thought feverishly as she exploded again and cried out.

Cassandra cried out with her, her hands on her nipples, squeezing and thrusting her hips forward instinctively as she came with her sister. Her riding clothes were coming off and the smell musky sex filled the room, now. The wizard had slowed his assault now, slowly grinding against the girl’s flesh as she had collapsed onto her face, leaving her ass up. With only the briefest of motions, he pulled out of her body, shocking her with the sudden feeling of void and cold. She moaned in protest before feeling his prodding against her other entrance, relentlessly pushing in. Cassandra was in the process of catching her own breath when she felt the itching and tingling that signaled the wizard’s second assault on her body. Her hands slid beneath the leather pants and moaned at the incredible heat her wet flesh was releasing. Her mind was blank of all else as she felt the pleasure and pressure in her ass as the wizard began to ream out her sister’s own ass. Belial worked himself into the groaning and squirming girl with some small effort, trying not to tear her too badly. Finally, he ground his hips into her soft ass and remained still for a moment before beginning to move again. He slid back and forth slowly, her groans and cries filling the room, mixing with her sister’s own sultry cries of pleasure as she used her hands to mimic the wizard’s assault in front of her. For many minutes, this continued, with Cassandra, having finally freeing herself of the tight clothing moved herself onto her hands and knees and moved her own fingers in and out of her body. Alaya could see this from the corner of her eye as she cried and moaned into the bed sheets. Her own nipples were to tight as to hurt her, almost. The wizard’s rapidly increasingly powerful thrusts were making the sheets rub against the hardened nipples with delicious friction. She couldn’t take much more, and she knew it. Cassandra was trying her best to tug at her nipples, rub at her leaking lips and thrust into her ass at the same time with remarkable success. Sucking on her fingers wantonly, savoring the taste of her own pleasure, she could see the wizard groaning and driving faster, reaming out the crying girl. Alaya could take no more and collapsed forward onto the bed completely, taking the wizard with her and she came again. Cassandra came, as well, and she clenched her hands between her thighs and flexed repeatedly, crying out each time and covering her hands with clear taste. The wizard ground himself against the girl’s soft and pliant ass and came himself, setting her off on a secondary climax with each spurt into her body that tingled and combined into a long squirming body climax that left her stomach clenched and her body flexing. Cassandra lay beside her, moaning with her, reaching out instinctively for her sister’s hand, and squeezing it with each small climax that echoed through them both.

When Cassandra woke next, both the wizard and her sister were gone. The small crystalline collar that lay beside the bed was all that remained. As it melted into water and then air, Cassandra rose and went to take her long overdue bath. No one could hear her cries over the sound of the waters.

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