“Sanguine... Show me pain...”
“I will my beloved... I will show you the saccharine pleasure that only suffering can supply...”
The night had chilled as time passed, the waning shapes of the moons casting their pale light from overhead, down upon the house. Within, laid Alexa, quietly sleeping, blissfully unaware as to what would happen to her body. The looming form of Sanguine gazed down at her half covered form, the celestial bodies casting their glow over such a nearly perfect glow to her ebon flesh, the Mithril of her collar only accenting such a dark beauty. It had only been two nights prior that the scars he’d set to her flesh had healed, giving her form an exotic air all to itself, bending and curving with her natural curves, accenting what was quite evidently there.
Carefully he’d disrobed, not to waken her, setting aside his armor, clothing and boots near the door, out of the way, now nude and making his way to the bed. Each step was careful, as quiet as he could have wished, till he slowly made his way onto the bed. Fingers gripped and curled, pulling the silken sheets off from her, baring more of the dark elven perfect to his eyes, the smooth plane of her back, the curves of her rear and thighs, such flesh that he always wished to take, so that he may once again hear her wondrous cries of pleasure.
Now that his slave had been bared, his fingers set themselves to the small of her back, just above the tribal looking scar that he’d sliced into place, gently caressing the silken flesh up her spine. His index fingers pressed to the spine itself, his thumbs along the outer curve of the valley, seeking to relieve tension that may have built up during her rest. One of the scarce times he showed kindness to his slaves, and his ministrations to her form finally elicited a sound of pleasure, a soft moan that had escaped her lips, despite her still sleeping. His hands then glide effortlessly along her spine to her rear, smoothing over the rounded curves, his fingers digging in slightly and massaging the tender flesh.
Such soft, loving touches finally did cause her to stir, though it left a lasting impression on her body, the faint glisten and sweet scent of her moisture started to gather at the petals of her mound, another gentle moan breaking free from her lips, only to melt into a muffled yawn. Her eyes then opened, showing a piercing white hue, almost startling to behold, however he didn’t stop in his actions, the heels of his palms pushing up on her rear cheeks, parting them to give him an ample sight of her pucker and the glistening lips of her mound. “Sanguine… What’re you doing?” Unable to keep herself from asking, despite how good it felt, she knew that attentions like these were rare, and not always without reason.
“Simply getting you ready for the next part of your lesson.” He felt her body tensed when she heard the word “Lesson”, and only grinned to himself while reaching over for the bottle of alcohol, his index finger slicing itself into the cork. With a jerk, the cork was yanked free, sending it flying across the room to the floor near the doorway, spinning in place. The pungent liquid was set to his palms, creating a small pool that rested in place till he set aside the jug, now bringing his other hand upon it and slathering the entirety of his hand with the alcohol.
“Roll over Beloved…” she did as he asked without question, she had asked him to do this to her, to teach her the sweet wellsprings of pleasure that pain could bring. While rolling over to her back, she swung her left leg wide, over him so that he’d be resting between her legs, having the fullest access to her luscious body. Pressing his hands to her belly, he gently worked his digits downwards, smoothing them over her ebon flesh to make sure that the alcohol was properly applied. Both of his hands dipped between her legs, drawing so painfully near her snatch that she released a soft, almost muffled gasp, a small droplet of the chilling liquid slipping down the hood of her clit and onto the sensitive nub of flesh.
The tool of choice that he’d use to carve into her flesh would be the filed down dagger that Alexa had used for the last few months, he had prepared it prior to getting the dark elven slave ready, and the alcohol also coated this blade. Slowly he inched forwards till the head of his cock pressed against the supple folds of her snatch, though it was only there as a tease. Straightening himself, he gazed down to the area of flesh that would be his canvas, pressing the tip of the blade there and piercing the flesh, creating a small bead of her sanguine humor to well to the surface. The initial rending of her flesh caused her to cry out in pain, muffled by biting her lower lip between her teeth, trying to bite back the pain that started to course through her being.
The markings he’d carve into her flesh would be masterful, the flesh parted to make way for blood, his hands weaving over her waist, the blade never once leaving her flesh. With each twist, each turn and curve, she cried out in angst and anguish, though to show her what he felt, he plunged his shaft into her willing depths, depths that had brought themselves to arousal from his contact, his touch, his willfulness to set these vicious looking scars to her flesh to accent her bodies natural beauty. With a jerk, her body reacted with each thrust, confused between the intermingling aspects of pain and pleasure, especially when the knife grew too close to her clit, the final dip of the tribal looking scar.
With the scarring complete, he brought himself to release, the pristine cries of intermingled emotion, sensation and feeling brought him to his climax, filling her depths with his sticky white seed, only to have her body explode in rapturous pleasure, releasing her nectar about his cock. Holding himself within her, he started to clean up the blood that had spilt over her flesh from the scarring, dabbing it up gently, with alcohol to clean the wounds, causing her to hiss every once and a while from the pain, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t handle.. she was getting used to this masochistic concept..
~Fin~