Legends of Belariath
Sanguine
Nocturne
“What do you see when you look in my eyes?”
“Darkness…”
The tender caress of ebony flesh upon ebony flesh, the thin digit of an index finger drawing, tracing a the curve of her jaw to her chin. Sanguine lain beside his slave, gazing at the supple naked form with much appreciation, especially now, that she was calm and serene instead of being a constant source of irritation and trouble. He and Alexa were basking in the afterglow of a rather energetic session of love and lust, feeding their primal urges on each others bodies and giving of the pleasure that they both sought from one another. And as he gazed upon his beloved slave, his most Precious, he could only let his mind wander back in time, back when he first lain eyes upon her, when he took her for his own wishes, whims and ideas.
His memory drew him back to the time in Nanthalion, just before he had set the mithril collar about her throat. The woman was simply wild, livid with anger and wishing nothing more than to draw the Nightmares blood with her dagger, but that is the will and the way of dark elven women, something he had learned in his years of watching the dark elven race in the bowels of the earthen depths. Sanguine would mark the woman as his, before the collar was set in place about her neck, for she was his, forever more, till the Dreaming took either of them away from each other. With his knowledge of the elemental flame, he called forth a small sphere of angry red fire, letting it dance upon his fingertips as he pinned her lush form to the snow laden ground below.
Determined, so much so that his hardened gray eyes started to burn with an unfamiliar vermilion hue, he kept Alexa pinned under him, drawing the sphere of flames closer and closer to her ebon flesh, the heat causing sweat to break out where it neared. Then, in a flash, the sphere burned into her body, about one inch above the cleavage of her generously gifted bustline, burning into place his mark. And thus, she was branded with the letter S encircled, and she screamed in mind wracking pain, swearing in the language of her peoples, swearing that he would die thrice before he would be allowed to actually pass onto the Dreamings with the Elders.
Alexas form shifted as she slept, curling up against the hard, muscular form of Sanguine, who couldn’t help but to let a malicious grin spread across his features from that particular memory. Of course, there were other memories of his slave that were more enjoyable, ones where she actually submitted to him, called him, respectfully, Master and/or Love. These times were rare, and few in-between the times where she actively sought to disrespect him or annoy him.. she adored doing that, he could only speculate she derived some sort of pleasure or satisfaction from it. Of course, the punishments afterwards were never to her liking.
Another memory flashed to life within his minds eye, one quite vivid. Only a few days after he’d set the Mithril collar about her throat that denoted her as his property, she did something quite unintelligent within the taverns innards. She attacked him. Now, it wasn’t enough that she looked down at him, cursed him, and wanted little to nothing to do with him in these days, however, when she physically attacked him in the public eye, that was far too much. The Drak Sen lifted her by her throat as if she were little more than a rag doll, glaring at her with feral, angry features before slamming her, back down, onto one of the larger, thicker tabletops. A snap could have been heard as one of her ribs fractured, but he wasn’t done, for the dishonor that she brought upon him that very evening was great, and not easily forgotten. Then stripped of her clothing, which were torn asunder soon after, he bent her naked body over the table for all to see, though very few did, and he dropped several harsh strikes to her bared, curvaceous bottom.
Each strike caused a pained cry to escape her lips, to cause her ebon flesh to glow with an angry red hue, with each strike, he managed to connect with the same patch of flesh, to further the pain and stinging sensation that would be companion to the humiliation that she was feeling. Even after the sound spanking that he bestowed upon her, he wasn’t done, there was one last thing for him to do. During his punishment of her, her form had instilled seeds of lust, which was readily noticeable by the growing bulge at his crotch. Keeping her body pinned to the table still, her ample breasts adding only a bit of padding to the hardwood surface, he released from his pants the hard, throbbing length of flesh that would find itself buried within his slave. Her cries for him to stop, to end the humiliation went unheard as his serpentine tail snaked up between his legs to pry hers apart, to give him access to the one true treasure that was part of her form, the plush mound of flesh that was between her legs. And with a single thrust …
“Sanguine..?” Alexa had stirred awake during the time that Sanguine was remembering their time spent together, pressing her naked form to his in a gentle stretch before her somber amethyst eyes lifted to his face. “Yes my Precious?” came the reply, his right hand gently caressed the upper curves of her breasts, making a glancing movement over the scarred remains of the brand, which had been tattooed to make it stand out more, fine curls and waves of bright red and sky blue accenting the brand. The simple touch of the brand caused a tempered moan to escape from between her lips. A playful scowl came to her face as she swatted his hand away from the scar. “What are you thinking about..?”
“Us..”
~Fin~