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Lord Hernon saw it coming!  He was powerless to stop it.   He let out a scream of pure terror!  And so there it was that he would be found in a mixture of his own blood and urine.

Some would say he had what was coming to him.

Jelenis Tythe

Trayder appeared in an empty room in a small inn, he carefully laid Jelenis face down on the bed and carefully removed his trousers as his back was already bare.  He gazed at the marks in anger, seeing his young charge so brutalised.  He laid a hand on the burn and hissed some odd phrases, there was a soft red glow and Jelenis gave a soft whimper.

"I know.....easy...." Trayder said softly.

When he withdrew his hand the mark had closed and visibly faded.

His fingers trailed over the lad's buttocks and he hissed more words and they too faded to pale pink stripes.

"How could he do it Tray?" Jelenis said sleepily.

"How could he?"

Trayder muttered the softest of spells as he stroked Jelen's hair and the boy fell asleep under a spell.

"I do not know how Jelenis....but he did....and he will pay for it!"

Parkway

Flori felt the warmth of the roaring fire greet them.  Most in the town know she was Lord Hernon's charge.  So they looked at her companion with curiosity.  Who was this handsome man escorting the Lords slave?  By the looks of it he seemed to treat her as one would a sweet.  Soon the bard picked up his flute and the patrons forgot all about them.

A barmaid nodded to an empty table and indicated she would be with them.  Flori knew the girl well. 

Ingrid was surprised to see Flori here with a stranger.  She wondered did Lord Hernon sell her?  A pang of sadness filled her heart.  She felt she was losing her friend.  After handing mugs out to a large group she walked over to the table.  She had never seen Flori look so elated.  And she smiled as well.  "Hi Flori.  Sir."  She nodded respectfully.  "What can I bring you tonight?"

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre gave the female server a winning smile.

"I think a bottle of the best wine you have to offer my dear....Flori has earned it I think, her day has been most trying."

Another figure had entered the inn, a man, well dressed in black velvet, older than Sabre's current persona.  His black eyes flickered across the inn room and alighted on the pair in the booth and he started towards them.  His jet black hair was neatly tied back with a velvet bow of the same colour.  The only item of clothing he wore that was not black were his gloves which were red leather.  Bel was not happy....not one bit....Sabre had allowed Jelenis to be harmed and for what, a temper tantrum at being banished and rejected by the lad.

He came to stand at the side of the table, he took in the figure of the slight girl that gazed at the Demon with pure adoration, the corruption had run deep in her, Sabre had worked his magic quite perfectly.  The girl was his now without a shadow of a doubt, she would do anything he asked.

"I take it you are proud of your actions tonight Sabre!" Bel said coldly.

"Trayder and I arrived just as that piece of Human scum was about to rape Jelenis...you must have known your charm would not have held on him once you left the building."

Sabre looked up his eyes bright with cruelty and amusement.

"Did he?" He purred as he reached to touch Flori's hands soothingly.

"Did he what?" Hissed Bel.

Sabre chuckled.

"Did he rape Jelenis? Surely that should have sparked the half breed's blood?"

Bel's backhand across Sabre's face rung out like a whip crack through the inn, and the seated Demon touched his lip where a blossom of black blood rose.

Bel turned his eyes to Flori and shook his head.

"He is a wicked one my dear....a wicked one is this Demon known as Sabre!"

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"Right away sir!"  Ingrid winked at him and hurried off.  Wow!  What a dazzling smile.  She went to the back and pulled out a bottle that was kept for the Kings statesmen.  She dusted it off and uncorked it.  The aroma was pleasing.  She gabbed two glasses and with a smile placed the items on the table.  "Please let me know if you need anything else."  With another wink she went to go tend other customers.

The patrons were treated to another unknown.  He was no less formidable then the noble who escorted Flori in.  All eyes followed him to the back table.

Flori couldn't take her eyes off of him.  He began to ask about her duties and tasks at the shop.  She told him of her abilities for crafting potions.  How she had been the one suppling Lord Hernon's customers.  It became easy to confide in him.  She told him her fears of the dark and being blindfolded.  She hated not being able to see she told him.  All the while Flori told him things she had never expressed to anyone.  Going into more detail of some things that frightened her.  Telling him her fears that she would be left alone. 

The noble was kind and encouraging.  Every so often touching her softly.  Then she felt something switch in him.  As though he could tell someone had found them.  Someone he'd been expecting.

When she looked towards the door her eyes; as was the entire room, except him, fell onto this man in black walking right at them.  Yet still her nobleman did not turn.  Instead from the corner of her eye she saw him smile.  Not of the one he would give her this was more sinister. 

For the first time she heard his name spoken. 

As the two exchanged words she became more and more frightened.  It wasn't as though the man in black raised his voice.  Or her nobleman, Sabre?  No neither of them did.  But there was and undertone of hostility.  Something which she new was not good.  They spoke of Master raping the young man and she bite her lip.  She knew his cruelty had no bounds.  The poor soul.  She could feel the tension between the two.  The older man was holding her noble, her new Master accountable for his other slaves beating.  Did they share him?  Her mind was. Spinning with questions.  She looked at her master just as the older man slapped Sabre.  The sound was deafening and Flori at first was startled.  Then she went to him.

"Oh!  Master!"  She quickly was at his side.  But the comment for the older man had her look at him sharply.  "No!  No!  He can't be."  She looked at them both from one man to the other.  Her small hand reached out to his lips and she touched the black liquid oozing out.  Her hand shaky.  She rubbed the thick liquid between her fingers.  He eyes wide with fight looked at him. 

Her beautiful nobleman was in fact a demon.  And she now belonged to him.  Her breathing was fast.  She then asked herself did she care?  He saved her did he not!  Wicked?  She shook her head.  "I do not care what you are Master.  I love you like no other.  I am yours for as long as you want me."  She had gone done to her knees and placed her head in his lap.  "You cannot be wicked.  You saved me." 

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre watched as the girl fell to her knees and laid her head in his lap and his eyes moved to regard Bel with a wicked smile, not caring about the blood at his lip.  He ran his fingers over Flori's hair delicately.

"Go and play nursemaid Bel...I am sure you can find some ointment to rub into sweet Jelenis' buttocks if Trayder has not beat you to it!  Then you can fetch him a babe's suckling bottle and give him some milk and sing him a lullaby!" He hissed softly.

"We have spent since the moment that boy was born looking out for him, watching him, keeping to the Protectorate, but I think it is starting to fail Bel or I would not have been able to do as I did tonight!"

Bel folded his arms across his chest and smirked, perhaps it might be a nice time to cause discourse between Sabre and his new pet.

"So odd....earlier today you were propositioning the boy to be his lover until he banished you...but I suppose you had to amuse yourself some how!"  With that he turned and marched towards the staircase that would take him up to the room to which he felt Trayder had taken Jelen.

Sabre reached down to lift Flori from where she knelt to sit in his lap and he held her close.

"Pay him no mind my little Honey Flower, Bel is getting old and he is jealous of me....so now you know what I am would you deny me too?" He purred.

His lips touched hers again, blood smearing against her own mouth as he kissed her.

He pulled back.

"They baby that boy....he needs a few good lessons really he does and you taught him so superbly tonight....I'd would be joyous to see you do it again....really I would!"

Sabre knew that whipping Jelen had stirred something dark and deep within the girl, everyone had a darkness inside...everyone....even those that claimed to be so pious....there was a darkness to be tapped.

He lifted his goblet to her lips and let her sip the fine wine, a taste of something good.

"I can make it like this always Flori....but I need you to answer one question...just one....and it has to be the truth."

He pulled the goblet away from her lips and softly licked the remnants of wine from them.

"How did you feel when you whipped Jelenis....did you like it? Did you savour the power?"

Jelenis Tythe

Bel found the room and stepped within to find Trayder still in his Human form sat by the fire and Jelenis was laid on the bed asleep, his marks somewhat healed.  The older Demon nodded and joined Trayder next to the fire.

"The Alchemist is no more, his reign of terror is done." Bel said softly.

"It has been a long time since I have had to kill...that is normally Sabre's pleasure."

A soft cry from the direction of the bed caused them both to turn and look at Jelenis, the boy was having a bad dream or he was in pain.  They had learned about the sounds Jelenis made right from when he was birthed.  They knew when he was hungry, they knew when he was afraid, they knew when he was happy.  As he grew older different sounds came, the same as before for most but newer ones...they knew when he was sleeping what he was dreaming about when he made small soft sounds...pleasurable sounds....Sabre loved to hear those.  Despite being untouched it seemed Jelenis dreamed about or fantasised about what people shared in the depths of passion.

"So...was he downstairs revelling in Jelenis' pain?" Trayder hissed.

Bel nodded with a scowl.

"He was hoping that Human man had raped Jelenis...and now he has his new pet...the girl...I wager there will be trouble ahead Trayder.  Sabre is smitten with her for now....but he will use her to get at Jelenis....no one holds a grudge like Sabre!"

Trayder nodded.

"That Human man said the girl had whipped Jelenis....did Sabre's corruption take that quickly in her?"

Bel hissed,a sound of contempt and displeasure.

"It did....he knew just how to tempt the girl....what to say.....he is good at what he does!"

Jelenis whimpered again and Trayder rose and went to sit on the edge of the bed and gently he stroked Jelen's raven hair.

"Shhh it is over Jelenis....sleep....sleep....!" he said softly whilst cursing Sabre in the same breath.

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She was content to remain with her head buried in his lap and feel his soft touch. 

As they continued to have words the room began to settle as at first it was dead silent.  Especially after Bel had slapped Sabre.  But when nothing came of it the patrons grew bored and went back to enjoying themselves.   The sound of the hard softly playing was picked up again.  The hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses.  Flori noticed it all. 

She stiffened when the older demon mention Jelenis and how her Master tried to coax him.  Her heart rate increased and a wave of emotion crossed over her.  One she had never felt.  It was as if she felt he kicked her in the stomach.  But her Master knew just how to relive her pain as he gently lifted her into his lap.  Caressing her with his lips and words. 

The taste of his blood made her hungry.  She wanted more.  Needed more!  As he pulled away she whimpered a little.  "I would deny you nothing Master.  Nothing."  His hold over her was so much more then physical.  Flori could not deny him.  She knew and understood now.  To deny him would be like denying herself precious air, food, or water.

She sat there on his lap as he fed her the wine.  Maybe it was the mixture of his essences and the wine.  Maybe it was her starved heart.  It could have been a combination of it all really.  As the goblet was pulled away and his tongue met her lips she melted.  It was sensual, a feeling she had never experienced before.  Her head nodding yes as he spoke. 

Yes.  She would answer him and truthfully for this was all she had to offer him.   Her voice soft.  "I always want it like this.  I want it like I have never wanted anything before.  My truth is all I have for you Master so you will always receive it."  With that she closed her eyes and went back to the moment she whipped the young man.  Her breathing noticeably heightened.  She opened her eyes as shame, excitement, pleasure, and pain flickered across them.  Blinking a few times she looked her demon in the eyes.

"I felt power, yes!  But what scares me is I felt good.  It gave me great pleasure to cause him so much pain. Oddly it was his humiliation that gave me a sense of power.  His two emotions gave me  something I would have never expected.  I did savior this power!"  As she spoke so did her eyes.  She gipped his shoulders tightly.  "Does this displease you?"  She worried.  Her eyebrows began to furrow.  The boy whom she took pleasure in causing pain to was one her Master desired.  Would he punish her?  Or worse...leave her.

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre chuckled and stroked her cheek, gently disentangling her hands from his shoulders. he offered her another sip from the wine goblet.

"Oh my sweet darling Flori!" He beamed, such a beautiful smile for her.

"You are not to call me Master...you can call me Sabre, t'is my name and I will never leave you!" He said as if sensing her angst.

"What I would love more than anything is to have our own place where I would be king and you would be Queen and Jelenis would be our prisoner....and between us we would visit exquisite pain and humiliation upon him, the pair of us together!" He purred softly.

"I wager you could devise such perfect delights for me to behold."

He looked her up and down, her shabby clothing, her earnest face, as she gazed so lovingly upon him.

"I think a change of clothes to start...this would please me." His power was undeniable, as the girl looked down she would see her ragged clothes become a beautiful scarlet dress made of velvet with black lace at the wrists and cleavage.

"There....more like a queen now!" He kissed her again, deeper this time, tasting the wine in her sweet mouth.

He imagined her torturing and humiliating Jelenis for him...making the boy pay...it was a sweet and delicious thought.  One that made him hunger for it, perhaps he should take Jelenis and find this home they might make....though Trayder and Bel might not be so accommodating!

"Flori." He murmured his voice thick with desire.

"I love hearing you speak of what you did tonight....it excites me Honey Flower....speak of it more...tell me of it...each delicious feeling you had....how warm it made you feel...did it make you full of need?"

Perhaps soon they would find a room of their own and consummate this new bond and then they would make plots and plans as only as demon and his lover might.

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His softly purred words filled her every fiber with contentment.  He was her savior.  Or so this is now what she told herself.  How could she not think this way?  He had asked her to call him by his name, not master.  Though he was certainly the one in control.  He wanted her as his Queen.  Her!  Yes Sabre was her savior.  She owed him her soul.  Nobody else cared for her.  Tried to help her.  Only this man, no this demon.  This so called wicked demon.  But her heart saw nothing of his wickedness.  In her eyes those who opposed him were the truly wicked. 

One must look upon the girls situation only to see she had been ripe for this demons taking.  In fact he probably exerted little to no effort.  It was not as if Flori didn't know of demons.  Stories were often told to the young to impose fear of them.  The poor girl though was so beaten that any display of kindness would have swayed her.  Something even a human would have been able to pick up on.  It was most unfortunate for the girl.  Or was it? 

The dress was wicked. 

Wickedly delicious.  Wickedly splendid.  It fed into all her carnal desires.  She felt and looked beautiful.  Her dark hair in contrast to the scarlet was striking.  It fit her curves lovingly.   The dress was another chain though.  Almost as if by wearing it she was even further bonded to him.

Her eyes could not believe what she saw happen.  Her face elated! 

His kiss stirring emotions within her.  The more he kissed; her the more she wanted.   

Her breathing ragged as his desire laced request assaulted her ears.  "Warm.  Oh Mas-ma- Sabre, it made my body tingle with want.  My whole being coursed with a heat that was most foreign to me.  The sound of harden leather finding a home on his soft supple skin had me aching.  Yet at the same time I was filled with a sense of satisfaction.  i am also filled with longing to repeat my atrocities."  Her words whispered.  She had leaned in close to his ear her tongue teasing him. 

She was no longer the young women he met in the ally.  She was something woefully different. 

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre shivered in delight as she teased him, he saw her creation as something of perfection, something that might be as cruel and as wanton as himself.  His fingers lightly toyed at the skin of her throat and he took a sip of his wine.

"You are perfectly wicked my love....and I desire you all the more for it." He said.

"We must plan and plot you and I to find a way to obtain what we want....what we need....to indulge you in your new found pleasure."

Bel and Trayder would be watching them both quite carefully, but if the Protectorate Demand were truly failing then it would mean the boy's father where ever he was was weakening, his power waning.  Sabre pondered this, Jelenis' father was his enemy...he had been drawn to this servitude through trickery and deceit.  He was a Demon Prince and Jelenis should be his slave, it was his right to do such a thing...to take the son of another Demon who was his enemy.

"Flori....if I stole Jelenis and I hid him from Bel and Trayder, would you still follow me my love...would you be his jailer, his mistress, and teach him for me." He purred.

"Would you have the strength to break my enemy...to bring forth his Demon Blood?"

He would have to bide his time of course, not straight away....they would be expecting something, and the boy's banishment mark would have to be negated.

He lightly stroked her thigh through the velvet skirt, a gesture to inflame her passions.

"I would have you pick a place we can spirit him to and that I can mask from Bel and Trayder....you need to think of a place we can go....not close to here." He whispered, his dark eyes meeting hers, his lips a hair's breadth from her own.

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Flori rested her head on his shoulder her small hands stroking his hair.  The hair of moonbeams she mused.  Listening to him only fueled her desire to please him.  Show him her true devotion.  His soft touches flooding her with reassurance.  Her own touching becoming increasingly bolder.  She let her hand fall to his chest and then back up his neck.  Repeating the soft butterfly touches filled her with longing to do so without his tunic.  Her lips part as she breathes his scent in. 

She needs to pay attention and she tries to snap out of her lustful thoughts.  Plan for their future.  Yes she desperately wanted this one in which they would have those things he had spoken of earlier.  On in which Sabre best his enemies and keeps his little prize called Jelenis.  Her nostrils flare a little at his name.  She has no idea why but something inside her hardens with his name.  He hurt Sabre.  Therefore he must pay.

"I would my love.  Follow you to hell and back Sabre.  This you have my word.  I will help you in any way you so desired me to.  I will be his jailer, his mistress, his teacher. I will be all that you only needed to ask."  His hand on her thigh elicited a moan.  "I will never break!  Never!  I will bring out his Demon for you to behold and make your servant.  All who oppose you will soon regret they ever did."  Her head rolled back as she spread her legs ever so faintly apart.  Her eyes lowed and ladled with hunger.

Something triggered her memory.  His lazy gentle caressing just there bring her to heights she had never been.  But, a memory trigged and she tried to right herself.  She placed her hands on his chest.  "I know of the place.  I cannot speak of it hear can I?  This Bel can he know my thought?"  She looked at him questioningly.

Indeed she knew of the place to start and hide Jelenis once she put their plan into action.  The abandon fort.   The one her family had spotted on their many treks.  Yes the fort in the Kilanthro Mountains.  It was hard to access and the perfect hiding spot! 

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre's eyes brightened with interest and he could scent her desire for him.

"Our conversation is shielded from him....they only hear what I want them to hear." He whispered softly.

"Where is this place where we might train our slave?" He mused lightly stroking the velvet bodice of her dress.

He knew she wanted him, and in all honestly his desire had reached a fevered height too.

"Let us continue our conversation in a private room, we can speak freely and get to know each other." He set her from his lap and rose to take her hand.

"This inn has rooms where there are beds yes?" He grinned.

"Perhaps you can tame me for the eve Flori."

Parkway

Relieved that the other two could not know her thoughts made speaking to him easier.  The stories she had heard of demons must surly be false.  Sabre was kinder to her then any human or elf.  She loved how strong he was and knew that he would always protect her.

At the mention of the room her blush deepened to match the dress.  A nod of yes was all she could handle as she tried to still her beating heart.  "Ingrid, we will need to pay Ingrid."  She felt as though she was floating.  Sabre paid for the room and guided her forward. 

He stopped her at their door and her enter first.  He neither forced himself or pressured her.  Making her still feel safe.  Making her still feel as though it was her own choice.

She would show him the way to the fort.  It was located roughly in Northern Le'raana, between the Sionad Valley and the kingdom of Connlaoth.  A map, Flori would draw him a map.  It wasn't close but it was perfect to hide someone or thing in.  It may not be empty either.  But she would tell him all this once secure in their room.

Once the door was closed she wasn't sure really what to do so she looked to him for guidance.

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre looked about the room, it most certainly was not what he wanted, there was no richness to it, no opulence but it would do for now.  He looked to the young woman and smiled ruefully.

"One day I will give you a room with a golden bed and jewelled covers and soft pillows!"

He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her to him.

"Tell me of this place my Honey Flower....this place that will be our home.....this place where we will educate Jelenis."

He slowly began to unbutton his shirt to reveal that muscled chest she had been thinking about, upon it were odd black tattoos, symbols, placed here and on his back, she would see those in the mirror. His black eyes gazed upon her openly.

"Does this please you Flori?" He whispered huskily to her.

"Do you want me love?

His hands reached out to pull her closer to him, sliding over the velvet skirt to caress her rear through the rich material.

"Do you want to tame me Florii like you did Jelenis?" He said with a knowing smile.


Jelenis Tythe

Jelenis was dreaming and those dreams that coursed through his repose were not good.  He was being beaten again by the girl in that shop, his nakedness apparent, his shame more so.  Somewhere he could hear Sabre laughing.  He did not understand it, why Sabre was being so cruel to him, surely not over sending him away....surely not.

It was like the dream just repeated over and over but with subtle differences each time....the girl might be laughing as cruelly as Sabre.  She might be beating him with a thin cane and not a whip....in one it was Sabre that hurt him, thrashed him bloody.

He woke with a cry, though he could not see Bel and Trayder at the moment he knew they were there.

How could he let this affect him so?

It was not the first time he had taken a whipping, he had been chastised as a child on one or two occasions, once by a school master who used a cane...Sabre had killed him for that, once he had been turned over his mother's knee and hit with a slipper until he sobbed and begged for forgiveness for whatever it was he had done....oddly they had let the woman live for that, though Sabre had pushed her down the stairs when she had taken him to a physician about his 'imaginary' friends.  These events had not made him feel so small....why this one?

He turned over to lay on his side, Sabre was close....he could sense him to a degree though not as strongly as the other two now.  He did not know why that would be. The walls were thin in this place, in one of the rooms next to him he could hear the moans and groans of a pair of lovers obviously deeply involved in their pleasures.

That caused his face to flush too....he had never experienced such....never likely would...when a lover found out what he was.  It had scared him what had almost happened in the shop...Sabre had left him at the mercies of that terrible man...one who would have deflowered him in an unnatural way;  He did not have a desire towards men.....and to be forced thus would have been the worst humiliation to suffer.

Jelenis bit his lip.....perhaps the morning might be better, things always looked worse in the dark.

Trayder watched the boy silently from where he sat, unseen, Jelenis was an innocent despite his blood and tonight weighed heavily on his young mind. He knew the boy would not get over this easily and Sabre and his harlot had much to answer for.


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"Sabre, it is the perfect place.  It is in Northern Le'raana, between the Sionad Valley and the kingdom of Connlaoth.  The region is quite cold.  Mostly ice and snow.  The mountains themselves are a natural barrier.  I can draw us a map as I am quite familiar with the area.  The fort though may need some tending too as it has been vacant many a year." 

He began to remove his shirt but she tried to not stare but he was beautiful.  His silvery hair, his dark eyes.  His sculptured body.  His tattoos.  She wanted to run her hands over them.  These thoughts made her cheeks flame even more.  She had never desired anyone before.  She had never wanted another before.  Her body responded to his, with just a look.  A soft sigh escaped as she realized she had stopped talking.  "Um, yes.  The fort.  It might have other vagrants about."  Her words were spoken in a jerky fashion as if she was having trouble staying focused.

When his eyes fell upon her and he whispered his sirens song she was helpless.  She could only nod. 

She did not stop him from pulling her closer all night she had craved this.  In the back of her mind she begged for this to happen. 

She found the power of speech, "I do Sabre!  I want every part of you.  I want to love you like no one else has.  I want to tame you.  Own you. I want you to desire me and only me.  I want to give you pleasure you never before felt.  I want to be your air, food, water...your life's blood."  Her eyes flashed with lust.  Her lips parted.  Darkened by the wine they too appeared red.  The she pulled herself close to him, her mouth finding his.  It was a kiss of possession.  She wanted to mark him as hers. She moaned into his mouth as she claimed what she thought was love.  To her it was, for she had never felt such emotions before.  She was his and forever he was hers.

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre gave in to her desire, and several hours later they lay sated upon the sheets, Sabre enjoyed the way her hands moved possessively across his chest, stroking the tattooes and runes there.

"Have you well mastered me Flori?" He purred.

"Or do you think this particular stallion will need a wealth of further training?"

He knew he had not disapppointed her, certainly he had felt the pinnacle of her release as they had bedded.  He wondered what their little life was going to be like locked up in this fortress in the place of snow and ice.  There would be plenty to look forward to as she tamed Jelenis...he would give her anything she wanted....any tool she needed to further her lusts and desires in that area.

"I wonder if this fort of your has a suitable dungeon to chain our prisoner in?" He whispered.

"Would you like to see him chained as your slave in a dungeon Flori?" He said as he reached to pull her towards him again.

Parkway

Flori traced the outlines of his tattoos.  She had much to learn of him.  Her he lay next to her.  A demon.  Her demon.  She wanted nothing more at this moment.   She felt his body move slightly with his breathing and it was comforting.  She blushed at the memories but not of embarrassment.  It was as if she know understand the connection of physical desire.  Her voice husky "I believe you will require a wealth of further training."  Chuckling she plated small, tender kisses across his chest. 

She released him and rolled unto her back as she thought about him showing her the way.  He was tender yet rough.  Giving yet dominant all at the same time.  She was now his lover as he was hers.  Flori's hand reached over and began to trace circles on his abdomen.  Closing her eyes she visualized the road to Northern Le'raana. 

"Mmmm, I should think it would.  If not I am sure I can come up with something.  A room with a view perhaps?  Let him see what he cannot enjoy.  Let him smell to fresh cold air but not get to experience the exhilaration of being out in it.  To see the sun yet not let it touch his skin.  Oh, yes I believe I can make a proper torture room my love."  Her eye flutter and something within her stirred.  "I want to see him beg for your mercy Sabre.  I want him to beg for your forgiveness for whatever wickedness he cast upon you.  I want him to be less than a slave."

She went willingly into his arms.  No hesitation this time.  She took as much as she gave as her nails left the telling marks. 

Jelenis Tythe

Sabre had shivered with pleasure as her fingers traced lazy circles on his abdomen, a deep purr coming from him almost like an over large cat, he had arched himself slightly, almost begging for more.

Her words completed the depth of pleasure for him, Flori was perfect in his eyes truly perfect, a wicked thing just like himself, it had been there simmering beneath the surface all it needed was him to bring it forth.

This time their lovemaking had been on more equal terms, her passions driving them to deeper needs, when they were done Sabre bore her scratches like trophies and he was sated having known her power that time, her mastery over him. 

He could almost feel pity for Jelenis, Flori would be a hard mistress to him, difficult to please and he was certain the boy would end up punished often.  How long would it take to break him....?
That was unclear, he would not have Trayder and Bel to save his pretty hide, but he was a half demon and he had a certain tolerance after all he had not screamed in the shop...there had only been pretty tears wept.  Flori had liked his humiliation, his tears, there would be more.

"So my love....we must plan carefully....you are skilled with potions and drugs....no...You will have to make a concoction to make Jelenis sleep deeply so we can move him to our palace of ice and snow...I will take care of the other two." He whispered softly in her ear.

"Then we can have our dreams....I will treat you like a queen....you will have fine gowns and jewels, pretty rooms....I will be king and have my throne....perhaps I might even turn Jelenis into a pretty riding horse for you on occasion....I can do that you know! Change things into other things" He winked.

He stroked down the side of her naked leg.

"Would you like that....a pretty white and black horse to ride, with a saddle, bridle  and crop of scarlet leather...a further humiliation do you think?"

He chuckled.

"I think Jelenis would make a splendid horse as the need arises!"

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