An odd black mist started to form in the courtyard of the abandoned fortress high in the mountains, it was small at first then grew in size and elongated out and three shapes could be made out within. It dissipated to reveal a tall silver haired man with eyes black as pitch, a young woman with dark hair dressed in an emerald silk gown and an unconscious young man.
Sabre dumped Jelenis on the snowy courtyard floor and turned to survey his new kingdom. It was a little run down but not uninhabitable from what he could discern from here. The courtyard was quite large, down one side was a stable block, stairs up to the man building formed the other, the portcullis to the front and a small garden of some sort on the fourth side.
It was cold here, it did not bother him, but it might Flori, he turned to her with gentlemanly concern or as close to it as a Demon could muster. With a slight wave of his hand a thick midnight blue velvet cloak surround her with white fur at the neck.
"Here we are my Queen." He said softly.
"Did you enjoy your travel....some find it disconcerting."
His eyes slid to Jelenis who gave the briefest of moans and shifted.
"I think it is time Flori....would you like to see your new pony I promised?" He whispered in her ear.
"He will be feisty and stubborn love.....here I remembered this." He handed her the riding crop.
He stood close to her and caressed her cheek.
"Do you still want a pony Flori?"
((Still in Jelenis' room at the inn: She smiled! "Oh Sabre it was just as you said it would be. Almost too easy really. He completely trusted me.
Flori did as he instructed. She inhaled deeply; at the same time she grasped hold of him tightly. The mist surrounded them at first she stiffened. But she quickly relaxed as she began to feel weightless. ))
---- The Fortress
They arrived at the fortress. She felt it was over too quickly, yet at the very same time it took forever. She smiled at him Just when the chill was setting in she was wrapped in warmth. The cloak he procured her was soft and felt like his caress.
"I did my King. I hope we can do it again one day." She clutched the cloak in excitement. "Thank you Sabre! I will never tire of saying that to you." She twirled around so he could see all of her in it.
Jelenis stirred and she too looked over at the young man and then back at Sabre. At the mention of his transformation her eyes grew wide. It was time!
"Yes Sabre. Please I am aching to start." She was giddy from head to foot. But she forced herself to remain calm and nodded at his serious reminder. She would do well to remember Jelenis will fight her.
"Oh Sabre! You remembered it! How thoughtful!" She took the crop from him tenderly. Her eyes aglow with love for him. She swished the leather crop around and smiled at her demon love that she was indeed ready for her great prize and challenge.
Sabre grinned as he watched her, swirling in her new cloak and swishing her crop with enthusiasm.
"Then I shall not disappoint you my Honey Flower!"
He kneeled down and placed a hand about Jelenis' throat and he spoke words of Demon magic. Jelenis' eyes fluttered open and then widened when he saw who held him, he struggled and tried to free himself to no avail. A strange reddish light started to surround the boy and Sabre let go and rose stepping back. The transformation started, the boy cried out as limbs lengthened into long white legs ending in neat black hooves....his body elongated painfully and he became a hybrid of horse and man. Finally the full transformation took place and a beautiful white stallion with a black mane and tail stood there tossing his proud head, anxious and confused.
"What a pretty thing Flori!" Sabre grinned.
The stallion semi reared in agitation and Sabre pulled Flori back.
"Naughty!" He chastised.
"Naughty pony!"
He smiled to Flori.
"Isn't he naughty Flori!"
A halter appeared in his hand with a rope and he handed it to the girl with an encouraging smile.
Flori couldn't help but giggle. The excitement she felt had to be released somehow. She was feeling a bit overwhelmed by all these emotions coursing throughout her body.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched Jelenis contort. She squished her face adorably when he seemed in pain. This is when her giggles bubbled out. Like the sound of many little crystal bells tinkling.
"OH SABRE!!! Look at what you created! All for me!" Tears of joy glistened.
He was beautiful. Never was there a horse a lovely as Jelenis. It made her gasp in awe.
His gently touch pulling her out of harm's way made her look up at him. Eyes still brimmed with joyous tears. With shaking hands she took the halter and rope. She wasn't shaking from nervousness of Jelenis' new form, no...it was from so many emotions. She took a calming breath and nodded at Sabre.
She knew from prior experience never to look a wild horse in the eye, as that is what predators would do. So she slowly approached Jelenis to side. Murming sweetly...softly..."Shhh my what a beautiful mane Jelenis. My you have to be the most beautiful creature alive." Her words dripped slowly from her tongue like molasses from a tree in winter. She approached ever so slowly so not to startle the beast he now was.
The horse recognised that voice and he semi reared again and shied away from the woman, he snapped at her with his ears laid back.
Sabre watched with some amusement and a certain amount of concern, he did not want to see Flori hurt.
Jelenis skittered away across the courtyard, eying the woman angrily, he neighed shrilly and tossed his head. He hated these people, hated what they had done to him. He retained his memories, he remembered being human. How could they have done this to him!
She lassoed the rope, keeping the halter on her shoulder. She wasn't too surprised at his reaction. Sabre had said he was going to keep his memories.
She once again tried to approach, the taming of Jelenis would not be easy, no not one bit. She raised her voice but not violently so, just so he could hear her. She winked at Sabre with a knowing smile. "Jelenis, pretty pony. Come now do not make another mistake by fighting this too much. Remember you did this to yourself. Had you just given Sabre what he had asked for nicely this would not be happening now." She put a pout on her face a mockingly said, "Really if you are a good little pony I'll give you a nice treat." She had hoped that by speaking it would distract him a bit for her to get close enough to get the lasso on him. So as she spoke she tried to softly approach him. When she felt close enough she tossed the lasso at him and held her breath...waiting to see if she caught her pretty white pony.
The rope fell about his neck and tightened, he reared angrily, hating the sound of her voice. He tried to pull away from her and her words.
How could you expect him to have given himself over to Sabre, the Demon who expected to bed him, take his virginity and force him to love him....never....he would never do it.
He yanked his head back hard, pulling the rope hard hoping it would hurt her hands and she would let go.
Where were Trayder and Bel why weren't they stopping Sabre and his slut from doing this to him. He pulled hard again trying to pull away from her.
Sabre folded his arms across his chest and laughed out loud.
"My...My...Flori...he shows you such disrespect and such rebellion...he is indeed a most bad pony....give him a damn wallop!"
This was amusing him no end seeing Jelenis so angry...so confused....so four legged....and he could see Flori was relishing her challenge. The girl was determined that was for sure...this would be an interesting time indeed.
"You need to get him stabled Flori....we need to survey our new home Love.....teach him who his mistress is....show him who is in charge!" The Demon purred.
Sabre knew just how to control her. He knew what to say and how to say it. She responded to him as such, never once thinking to disrespect him.
The rope pulled hard on her hands. It burned but oddly the pain spurred her on. She jerked the rope securing the lasso. "He is being very disobedient Sabre. This will only make it sweeter." She tugged the lasso again checking to ensure it was secured.
"I shall lead him to the stables. Maybe a night in the fridge air will help to remind him nobody is coming to save him!" She sneered at the horse. Hoping what she said snuck in.
As she was a only a slip of a women. Her strength was no match for him but her will to control was. Her hands burned but she cared not. She summoned a spark and aimed it right near Jelenis' hooves. Then another to his right. She was trying to guide him in the direction of the stable although he fought her she was sure he would not want to be burned in the process.
Flori kept tossing sparks it was a slow procession as he did fight her every step of the way.
"I am almost at the stable Sabre would you open the stall for me love. I don't want my pony to have an accident and then we need to put him out of his suffering." She laughed at the turn she put on that. Her adrenaline was pumping, like the horse she too was in a whirlwind of emotions.
Sabre did as he was asked and opened the stall door and watched as Flori virtually dragged the beautiful animal within, time for him to intervene.
"Here Darling." He took the rope from her painful hands and tied it firmly to an iron ring set in the stall wall.
By this time Jelenis was shaking and sweated, his eyes wild and confused that Bel and Trayder had not come. Sabre turned to Flori once the beast was firmly secured and looked at her hands, red with rope burns and blisters.
"My Honey Flower.....look what this disobedient creature has done!" He said in concern.
"Please." He took the riding crop from her and turned to Jelenis who stood shaking, his proud head lowered.
He landed five solid blows on the animal's fine hind quarters and the horse shied and whickered in distress. The sound of the red leather crop against the horseflesh was indeed fine.
"Let us get you hands seen to love......I have punished him....you were far too soft darling.....your gentle little heart cares for your pretty pony too much!" He said smoothly hoping to spur her to greater heights.
Jelenis stood there, warm breath clouding from his flared nostrils against the cold air about him, where was he? Obviously somewhere cold, but he had never really been outside of Serendipity, then Sabre had taken the riding crop from the girl's hand and landed five sharp blows against his rump and it had hurt. The blows had been as humiliating to him as when he had been whipped as a Human and they had been at Sabre's hand which meant only one thing....Sabre could harm him which meant the Protectorate broken....his father...where ever he was....was dead.
He heard the Demon's words to the girl, words that spoke of weakness and womanly kindness...if only that were true. This girl was as dark hearted as Sabre, he had truly worked his guile on her and she had lapped it up like nectar. She would not want to be seen as weak in his eyes....not now....he was sure he was going to be punished somehow by her....how....who knew?
He pulled at the tight rope about his neck, but the action only tightened it, the other end firmly tied to the iron ring, he stomped his foreleg, the neat black hoof striking the cobbles in the cold stable. He looked at the pair with as much anger as he could muster. His ears laid back flat against his head and he went to try and snap at Sabre.
"It doesn't really sting too much love. It was most exhilarating in fact." When Sabre took the crop from him and gave the pony five blows she smiled and then turned to him and pouted. "Sabre! This is my job!" Then she laughed happily. "It was most fun. Oh don't say that Sabre. I will show you next time just how wicked I can be!"
Her eyes were alight with fire. "Next time I will be in proper attire and will not be so gentle. He will know his place." She went to yank on his lead and missed as the horse had went for Sabre. She instantly pulled at Sabre arm. "Love the naughty beast!"
Looking at the horse with anger. "How dare you! After all he has done for you!" She took the crop from Sabre and lashed at the horse's neck. It hit him with force. Her nostrils flaring. Her eyes smarting with unshed rage. "You pathetic excuse! After all he has done for you this is how you treat him! You could have been his everything. But you OH NO...too spoiled for that right! Everything given to you. Never suffering like I did! You'll suffer now...you will pain the price for your stupidity!"
Her anger was raw as she spoke her voice grew and she was shaking fiercely.
The horse neighed shrilly as she struck him with her force and viciousness, a thin red line of blood appeared on the glossy white coat. The girl's words were cruel and harsh and Sabre smiled thinly as she beat the animal. Finally he clasped her to him, her breasts heaving with her angry exertion.
"Come my queen let him be for tonight, perhaps tomorrow he will be more obedient....he will be cold and hungry! You can play with your pony then." He kissed her mouth, crushing her lips with his, passionate and needful.
"I am sure we will find the golden bed I promised inside....and some more things to soothe your ire....a glass of mulled wine....some delicious hot food."
He pulled her to the door and then glanced back to the sweating wild eyed horse.
"Naughty pony to upset your mistress so!" He purred.
"Tomorrow Flori....you can tame him in earnest!"
Flori clutched at Sabre and then melted into his embrace and kiss. She returned his passion. Soaking up his as she did so. When he broke from her she was glassy eyed. Her voice was breathless. "Yes Sabre. Our bed. Let us go and make our home."
As he guided her to the door. And she looked back at Jelenis and smirked. "Yes tomorrow my sweet stallion. Tomorrow your training will properly begin."
They walked back there the courtyard and squeezed his hand. "Sabre are you disappointed in me? I truly only want to please you." She chewed her lower lip softly. "I was too soft?" Her voice became lower as she wondered if she had caused him shame.
"Sabre I never want to displease you."
They walked up the stairs and entered the main room. She had expected it to be in a bit of disrepair. But her eyes grew wide with wonder. "Sabre! Did you do all this? Did you? Oh the place is more than I could have ever imagined!" She rushed to him and hugged him tightly.
Sabre smiled at her pleasure at the opulence he had made whilst they were in the stables, he had seen it in his mind's eye and made it so. The room had a large roaring fire in the fireplace and flags of black and purple silk hung across the vaulted ceiling. At one end was a raised dais upon which sat two thrones and below it was a long table with chairs.
He merely smiled and took her hand and led her to a stair well and they went upwards. He led her down a corridor, past leaded windows upon which there was coloured glass to a doorway.
"This is your private room my darling." He opened the large wooden door.
Inside roared another fire, there were fur rugs upon the floor and the promised golden four poster bed with the jewelled covers and soft fluffy pillows. There was another small room off of it in which sat a large deep wooden tub and a shelf with pretty perfume bottles and oils. Just off of this room was another room where gowns and other clothing hung. Jewelled slippers on racks beneath them, fine gloves, everything a lady could ask for.
"There is a room we will both share but I thought you might want your privacy....your feminine things." He whispered in her softly.
He also led her to a chest at the foot of her bed and opened it for her. Inside were all manner of things she might desire to tame a slave. On top of it all sat the whip from the shop.
"In the stables darling there is a tack room...you will find your saddle and bridle of scarlet leather and everything you need to break a stubborn horse.....are you please.....do you think I would have done this if I were disappointed my Honey Flower?"
She couldn't speak! He had created an interior far more luxurious then she could have ever dreamed. Her eyes did grow soft. Nobody had ever threated her like this. Treated her with such kindness. Her heart now hammered but for a different reason. She gently touched various items. The bedding. Some of the beautiful dresses.
Seeing the items he placed in there made her slowly sink to her knees. Her hands reaching out and touching the whip. She stroked it like one would a kitten. A smile played on her mouth. She could not believe all he had done. How in a manner of a day her life had changed so. This whip included! She hated it yesterday. Feared it even, now she never wanted to part from it. This had also given her the freedom she craved.
"Sabre." Her voice broke. She tried again. "Sabre please hear me out." She wiped away her tears of joy. "I don't think you were disappointed in me." She waves her arms around the room. "This proves to me you are not." She looked at him. Taking his hand she kneeled still and kissed his hand. "I know not why you choose me? I am just so happy you did. And I know this is wrong of me but I am glad Jelenis told you no. For if he had not then you would never have taken me. And that is a thought I never want to think of. Never. You are now my everything. I live to give and bring you pleasure." She stood and began to disrobe. "I want you Sabre. Please take me now. Show me you desire me over your young Jelenis." Slowly she began to walk to the large bed.
He smiled as he heard her and her soft desperation to make sure she pleased him more than Jelenis ever could. He watched her disrobe and pad to the bed and slowly he followed unbuttoning his shirt.
"You wish is my command my queen!" He said softly.
"I chose you Flori because I saw your potential, saw how much I could desire you....saw how much you could be like me!"
He bore her back to the soft warm covers, his kiss deep, his half clad body resting against her, his desire apparent to her.
"I love your strictness with Jelenis Flori....it excites me....even as a pony.....I am excited to see you teach him many lessons....to show him his place." He said breathily in her ear.
His hands slipped to her secret places and he made her moan softly.
"Are you going to whip him again Flori....what are you going to do that naughty but very pretty pony I have given you!"
He licked her throat delicately.
"Would you like to do those things to me?"
His touch was making her burn even more. His words caressing her sharply pointed ears. She arched into him as she felt his desire. There was nothing she would deny him.
As he questioned her she answered him in breathless tones. "Yes Sabre. I will whip him. I loved it when I did so just now. The way it sounded in my ears. The fear and anger in his eyes. Yes I will whip him again."
As he touched her throat she shrived with delight. And cooed into his ear. His hands touching her just so making her melt for him. His question brought her back form the realm of desire he had brought her too. "Whip you?" Her voice a breathless whisper. A smile formed on her lips. "Sabre! Oh Sabre! YES! YES!!! I should think it most delicious!" She kissed him passionately. Her hand tugging at his waist line. Then her nails clawing their way up his back sinking into his hair to draw him that much closer.
He gave a grin, she was his....totally his, and he felt her nails rake him, he did not care, he was a Demon.
"Do it then love....see if it will excite you see if laying a whip to my flesh will make you delighted!" He teased.
Making her part of this would bring her to him so fully, Jelenis was fun, it bound her to a degree...this would do so much more.
"Tame me Flori......tame your Demon Prince!" He purred to her like a large cat.
"Tame your pony Jelenis by day....and me your demon by night!"
She was overcome with emotion. He spoke to her in a way that made it seem natural. Like it was the way true love should be. Her life, her soul would belong to him. But her control was gone as she savagely took the lead. Rolling over so she sat atop him. She kissed him from his lips, biting a little as she did all the wat to his waist. She slowly got off him seductively.
Her eyes were filled with lust for him. Flori reached for the whip. She stood there naked and held her whip to her cheek. "I want to tame you both. My hunger has no limit it appears. The more I whip him the more I want to." She whispered this last part..."And the more it turns me on. It is all I can do then not take you."
As she finished speaking the whip was cracked in the air. Her dark hair a bit wild looking her eyes swimming with desire. Her lips full and slightly parted. She looked quite striking as the whip flew through the air and landed on Sabre's chest. Then again. And again. She swung it through the air having it swirl around her.
She slowly approached him and began to kiss the marks the whip had carved over his body. "Sabre...oh...you make me feel things..." She kisses each mark.
Later they were sated in each other's arms, the marks on his chest were already fading but it made for an interesting few hours.
"Am I tamed love?" He whispered.
"Did it feel good?"
He knew she had loved every wicked vicious moment she had lashed him. It had made her feel powerful, strong which would empower her for tomorrow's needs.
"Flori darling....what do you plan to do tomorrow.....can I watch?" He mused.
Jelenis stood in the cold stable, there was nothing soft to bed on, the rope did not give him enough slack to lie down. His body hurt from the two beatings he had received, one from Sabre and the second from the girl, that one had drawn blood which now crusted on his neck. He lowered his head and closed his eyes...where were Trayder and Bel? Why did they not come? Had they left him too?
Was all he had now this?
The horse made a soft blowing noise and shifted uncomfortably, his legs ached and it was cold. The stable gave him some shelter from the biting wind but he felt so chilled and so alone. Come tomorrow he would be stiff, come tomorrow he would have to face her again and he would not give in to her viciousness he would not bow to her will. She was naught more than Sabre's slut....a Demon whore....that was all he would see her as.
She would not break him in this form or any other!
She hugged him. Her heart filled up just looking at him. She loved him. With all her heart and soul she loved him. It matter not what he was. What they could or couldn't be together. She loved him.
Teasingly she whispered "No darling I feel you will need more training. And we have many, many nights in which to do this with. She snuggled into him.
"This is a good question Sabre. With our prize pony in the stable and a night in this cold he should be a little more agreeable." She giggled. "I shall harness him properly. Once his harness is on I will mount him in the stable. This way he can buck but not really get away. Yet at the same time he will fight me being on him. He will ware himself out Sabre! Think of it!!" She sat up giddy with excitement. "I shall whip his hand without mercy every time he knocks me against the stall!"
She laid back down and caressed his chest. She looked over at her dark king. They lay there in happy bliss of Jelenis' pending abuse.
"Sabre, may I ask you something?" She rolled over and rested her chin on her hands. "How did you come to know Jelenis? How is he to you? Family?" She truly was curious. Though she wasn't sure he would answer her as she really need not know these details.
He was joyous at her words, as joyous as a wicked Demon like him could be, the thought of her mounting her white steed, her lithe legs wrapped about him, forcing him to accept her as a rider, teaching him his mistress was.
Then came her next question and he pondered on answering that.
"Jelenis' father was Demon, a Prince like myself, but of an enemy House. He fell in love with a mortal woman and married her, he mounted her on their wedding night and his seed took within her and she became with child." He began softly.
"Though he could not stay, things in his dark kingdom took priority and he left before the child was pushed out into the world. An odd disappearance to the distraught woman, everyone believed him killed on a hunting trip and she was now a widow."
He stretched like a long lithe cat against Flori, kissing her neck, wanting more affection from her, like when she had traced circles on his abdomen in the Inn.
"He did not want his child unprotected, so he summoned two of his most trusted, you met them Bel and Trayder, and through an act of most unkind spite, an enemy, binding him with a spell to protect the brat day and night."
He turned to lay on his back glaring at the ceiling as he remembered it.
"I watched day by day, shackled by the Protectorate Demand, I killed people that tried to hurt him. A school master went to cane him once for getting his numbers wrong...I had to act...I shoved the cane up inside the man and broke his neck....but all I wanted was to see the boy beaten...it was what he deserved!"
"Flori I was forced to serve Jelenis, he was able to banish me for short periods, such is humiliating to my kind to be banished by a half blood...he delighted in it....but still I served him, part of me loved him...and I hated myself for it...I told him this the night I found you....that I loved him....and he banished me!"
He turned his dark eyes to her, hoping she would feel sorry for him and hate Jelenis even more.
"Then I felt it that night...a weakening in the Protectorate, somewhere his father was dying, it was the only explanation, and I managed to break free and find someone that would truly love me...you...my Honey Flower....my Dark Queen....someone that would help me make Jelenis pay for his behaviour."
He stroked her cheek softly.
"He is a very spoiled brat my Flori...one that has never felt punishment....one that is wilful...defiant....we can teach him my Love....make him pay for his father's act and for all the subsequent acts of cruelty visited upon me....yes...?"
He half sat up now in his passionate anger, the palest of pink, highlighting his skin on his cheeks, his moonlight hair glowing so silver in the dying firelight.
"I have made him into the prettiest pony for you...a stallion that would be prized...all for you my Flori...I want to see you tame the stubborn animal."
His smile was hot with the need for revenge.
"Then I can turn him back when you want...and you can tame the Human...like you started to in the shop. Hurt him for me Flori....Humiliate him....make him low and servile!"
Flori didn't realize she was holding her breath. But she was and as he began to explain his and Jelenis' relationship she hugged him. Relishing in his touch. His kisses bound her to him.
She did not interrupt him. She wanted to understand what it was that held him to Jelenis. When he turned and lay on his back she caressed his side. Her feather light touches to his skin made her crave more but she just wanted him to know she was hear for him.
His dark eyes bore into hers and her hand went from his side to his face. She traced his beautiful features. His declaration that he loved Jelenis had her sharply intake her breath. She guessed that he had feeling for him but to hear it made a jealous wave wash over her. Then she felt protective of him! Banish Sabre! The weak little half prince. He wasn't deserving of Sabre's affection. She leaned in and kissed the top of his head softly.
As he continued to speak his passion rose and so did he. It was infectious as she did as well. She reached for him her small hands on his shoulders. She let them glide up his neck and cupped his face. She loved him. Maybe more than Jelenis mother loved her demon. But if she had a son like Jelenis she would make sure he grew into the greatest half demon he could be. Not like the weakling shivering in their stable.
"Sabre." She still held his face in her hands. "I love you." She whispered the words so softly. "Not for all the things you have given me. Oh don't get me wrong they are lovey yes. But I love you because you have shown me how to love. How to be myself."
Letting her hands slide back down to his shoulders "And because I love you I will make sure Jelenis' suffers more so than anything ever has for his birth caused you so much pain. I will see his humiliations as prizes for the times he thought he could banish you!" Her own passion grew and her eyes flashed as she gripped his shoulders tighter. "He will suffer for you my love. More than anything ever has before."
Sabre pulled her close to him, feeling her curves fit against him.
"Flori...my darling...my love...my queen!" He murmured into her ear.
"Together we will teach that half breed brat the meaning of what it is to anger us...his will hurt my Flower!"
Flori's words made him feel hot inside, as if his normal warm blood was on fire, his need for her, her cruelties, beyond anything he had ever desired.
"I will look forward to our evening as much my Dark Heart....I would have you master me as much as you master him!" He said needily, for the first time he felt such need.
He want to know what heights her power could reach, could she manage both of them, her desire to punish Jelenis and the desire to tame her Demon lover. Only time would tell.
He rose and went to stand in the moonlight by the window, the pale light turning his hair to molten silver, his skin to alabaster, the black tattoos standing out like shadows on him. He was truly a magnificent specimen of his kind.
"Tomorrow Flori...brings another day......and another night."
Flori took in every detail of his beauty. Sabre was more than handsome. And she loved him dearly.
"Yes Sabre. Another day... another night." She closed her eyes and smiled. Yes all her day and nights filled like this now. She tried to stifle a yawn but couldn't. Unfortunately she needed to rest. This day had been filled with so much excitement. She laid down onto the bed. It was so comfortable. She whispered, "G'night love." Her eyes drifted shut. She was soon sleeping soundly.
It came again as she slept. She was riding a horse. But this time it was a black with fire for its mane, tail, and hooves. They road in what felt like bliss. A huge pack of similar stallions chasing behind them. They were after something. She was fitted in proper riding gear and had a bow with flamed arrows at her ready. Then the object she sort came into view. IT WAS HIM! They rode harder. The other stallions not able to keep up and soon it was her black demon and the half breed white demon. She was firing shoots at the white one. It dodged them for a bit but then one caught him and it raised up on his hind legs. Then something odd happened...the black stallion melted away. Leaving her and the white one alone in a meadow. The white horse in great pain and soon she felt it's pain. It coursed through her. It was burning her. She screamed for help and fell to the floor. Looking over the white stallion transformed in its human form and was standing next to Sabre. They were watching her burn and both were laughing, kissing, and holding onto each other as lovers will do.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" She screamed and jerked herself awake. Covered in sweat. Her mind foggy from the dream she tried to get out of bed and stumbled a little. She would make that half breed demon pay! He would get the punishment of his life for this. She didn't even see Sabre. Her anger for Jelenis too great fury blinded her. Jealously filling her soul. "He will pay dearly."
Jelenis had spent half the night chewing at the length of rope tied to the iron ring in the wall. Finally it gave and he was through, no longer tied, he walked on stiff legs to the stall door and nudged at it. It did not move, he turned and kicked against it hard. The wood was rotting and he heard it splinter, he kicked again and the wood gave and the door swung open and he trotted out into the rising dawn. Blood ran down his leg from where the splintered wood had cut him, it was a superficial cut, but all he wanted was to get away.
He trotted on light hooves across the cobbles only to find the portcullis was down and his way to freedom barred. He gave a whicker of frustration and turned about, there was no other places from which he could leave.
Sabre watched from the bedroom window as the horse reared in frustration and he smiled, shaking his head he turned as he felt Flori stir. He saw her as she stumbled from the bed and he moved to catch her, his fingers tilting her chin up so she would look to his face. He knew what her dream had been, the jealousy rolled off her in waves. It was a deep emotion, this hatred and jealousy rolled into one.
"Love!" He said in a soft voice.
"I do not love him....truly I do not now.....but it seems Jelenis has been resourceful."
He reached to pull up a robe from a chair to cover her nakedness and led her to the window, down below she would see Jelenis, trotting in agitation about the courtyard.
"Wicked ungrateful little pony....see he would try to run from us!" He whispered.
Her emotions were still all jumbled. She was in a state of high agitation when it came to Jelenis. Although Sabre's words did dissipate the sting it did not lessen her hatred toward the horse. He covered her with a soft thick robe. At the window her anger grew. The audacity!
"I need to change." Her voice tight with anger. "He thinks he can play with my mind and then try and escape! He will be punished for this little indiscretion of his!" She found the closet to have all she needed. Slipping into the riding gear. It was dark burgundy and a velvet type thick material to keep her warm. She donned the matching boots, gloves, and hat. She came from the dressing room and smiled at Sabre. Her hair tied back she placed the hat on. "Will you come watch my Love, or will you view from the window?"
Her eyes were on fire. She was ready to draw the blood of the horse. She tapped the riding crop against her leg. "He has much to answer for this morning!"
Sabre kissed her, his demon heart pounding at the sight of her looking so vital and alive. His clothes melted to matched her, leather burgundy breeches, a shirt of the same hue and black boots.
"I will come down love....I would not miss this for the world....but do you not want to break your fast....there is no escape for him!" He said softly.
His gaze went to the animal down below who was staring through the portcullis, there was blood on one back leg.
"It seemed he has hurt himself in his desire to run away." He mused.
"He is most bad Flori....trying to escape and tormenting you......it seems he can use his demon blood that far..to dreamwalk you!"
His kiss warmed her but did not soften her distaste for the creature waiting downstairs. She was livid at him. She was convinced it was all his own doing. The young man who had been concerned for her welling being in that ally complexly forgotten...only the creature who hurt Sabre is what she saw now.
Watching his clothing transform to match her own was amazing to her. How he did it so fluidly. It made her heart thump.
"Mmmm, I should eat, but to be honest I am too worked up! He has my blood boiling." She took a few calming breaths. "But, no! I wouldn't be able to sit still." She led the way out of the room. "Oh, he did? Good I'll be sure to pain special attention to those areas. I will not mount him today. No! Today is pure punishment. He will be beaten until he can no longer stand and then I will force him to do just that! Bastard!" Her pace quickened as she spoke.
They crossed the foyer and she opened the large, heavy wooden door. The blast of cold air swooshed in but she did not feel it! She was much too angry. She stood at the top of the stairs as she let what Sabre said into her mind. "You mean he is trying to control my dreams?" She asked thoughtfully.
Flori surveyed the courtyard. Yes she would have this pony on a fit of pain and exhaustion before mid-meal was served!
Sabre chuckled at her anger and desire to punish and then she spoke of her dreams.
"Dream walking is a demon trick....I can see your dreams, I do not influence them, merely an observer, what Jelenis did was take your dream and twisted it to hurt you." He said softly.
He stood watching the horse that had turned at the sound of the door opening and was watching them cautiously. His fine neck was marred one side with blood from where she had struck him the night before. His right back leg was streaked with blood from where the stall door had splintered on kicking it.
"You have been a very naughty boy!" Sabre said sharply across the courtyard.
The horse's ears swivelled at the sound of his voice and then he caught sight of the woman who looked furious. He stamped his front hooves against the cobbles and neighed defiantly.
Sabre shook his head.
"He is all yours darling." He said kissing Flori's cheek.
As Sabre called over to the defiant beast.
She slowly walked down the steps tapping the crop on her thigh softly. Her eyes this time did not leave the horses. She got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Maybe you thought you could trick me? Maybe you realized what you gave away in Sabre and are now resentful of me. Maybe...a lot of maybe's." She began to walk to the right in a circle like pattern. "I see you cut yourself." She the crop made light tapping noises. She was calm. Almost like she was talking to a chum while strolling in the woods. She continued around the beast but made no move for him...yet...
"You think I don't know how you used Sabre? How you humiliated him? All because you could banish him while you're farther held him your prisoner?" She came full circle. She stared into his eyes. "And what of you? Hmmm, Jelenis? Did Sabre not do everything you needed? Yet he asked one thing of you and for that one thing you banished him! Like he was nothing!" The crop still tapping but now growing in intensity. "You just took and took! You are selfish, foolish man!" She spat at him!
"Now run pony! Go ahead!" She cracked the riding crop in the air but the real damage came from her other hand. A lasso of ice! It slapped the horses face before pulling back and she threw it again hopping to flank its side.
Jelenis was confused by the ice, what was she doing, it was cold and it hurt and she did it again to his side. He sidestepped away from her, his weight going to his right hind leg which felt sore. He despised this woman, her voice, her nasty spiteful nature which must have always been lurking below the surface of her pysche or Sabre would never have reached it.
The sound of the crop and the sting of the ice were more than he could stand, he reared upwards on his hind legs, front hooves flailing, his neigh was loud and angry, telling the woman how much he hated her.
Sabre watched impassively from the stairs as Flori advanced on Jelenis, he heard her words and knew that Jelenis would be able to understand her even if he didn't have a clue what she was talking about. The dream walking had probably been a subconscious act by the young man, he had no control on his abilities...what he had of them anyway. The bit at the end had just been the tiniest tweak by himself to make Flori hate the boy more than she already did.
"He defies you Flori." Sabre called.
"Look at him...the hate in his sweet eyes....he is an ill tempered pony indeed...he needs firm punishment by his mistress!"
He folded his arms across his chest as he watched the slight figure stand firm before the angry animal.
"Make him remember just who he belongs to my Dark Queen....he needs to learn to obey you!"
Flori watched as the beast reared on her. She heard Sabre and chuckled. She loved that he loved what she was doing to Jelenis. So she did not wait!
Raising the spell again she lashed at him while reared. Slapping it's under belly. "You should be ashamed of yourself!" She let it out again hitting the beast's legs. Repeating her lashing, sometimes it hit here mark and some it did not but this did not slow her down. She finally threw the rope and in midair crafted it into a lasso securing it over Jelenis' head and tightening it around his neck. This time her hands protected by the leather gloves Sabre had so kindly conjured for her.
"Watch Sabre. I think you will like this." She shouted to her demon king.
She began to make the ice rope wiggle and chafe the neck of the horse. Hooking the crop around her shoulder she formed a soft pinkish glow in her left hand. Soon it grew and she threw it at the horse. It burst into many red glowing spheres some hitting and burning the poor thing.
Once the flame ball had been tossed she began to tug harshly on the ice rope.
Jelenis reared and bucked and tried to pull away from the witch that hurt him so. The hard ice had hurt his sides and belly, the small fire globes had singed him in places and now with the ice lasso about his neck tight and chafing she steadily yanked him towards her.
His leg hurt, his sides hurt, his neck hurt from last night, should he cease struggling for today and just accept whatever it was she was going to do to him and live to fight her another day when he was healed? He caught sight of Sabre standing and watching with a cruel look of excitement across his face...he hated the demon, he would never give him what he wanted, he would never go to his bed, nor let the Demon mount him and take his pleasure...not in this life or any other. The thought steeled him and as he drew close to the woman, he stretched his neck out and snapped at her, his ears laid back.
He got a mouth full of her velvet jacket, covering it in bloody saliva but not much more, he had not connected with flesh, the material was too thick.
Sabre gasped a little as the horse tried to bite Flori, he thought Jelenis might have given up by now, in pain and cold and injured. He shook his head at the boy's stubborness and called out to his beautiful woman.
"Tie him to the post Flori, if you wish I will muzzle him, I cannot have him biting you!" He said simply.
"It's about time you laid that crop to him, if he has his tied head tightly, close to the post he will not be able to move much."
He smirked, goading the woman.
"Don't you want to hear the sound of your riding crop against stubborn horseflesh...it is truly delightful....try the hind quarters first....I think then when you have shown him who is in charge he will trot prettily enough for you!"
He grinned.
"Punishment this morning....saddle and bridle this afternoon....give him no space to recover!"
Jelenis' heart fell as he heard Sabre's words across the courtyard, he wanted the girl to beat him again, how much more could he take from her....not much today. He had to somehow make her decide not to whip him too hard or too much or turn her from the act entirely.
Submission....that would be the key....for now...anyway.
He stopped his rearing and his bucking and slowly lowered his head until his nose almost touched the cobbles. Steam rose from his sweaty flanks, blood dripped from his rear leg, and welts were raised on his hind quarters from Sabre's lashing last night. He must have looked a sorry sight indeed, a far cry from the pretty animal he had first been turned to...all in the space of a night.
He hoped she would think she had broken his spirit and that he was submissive to her.
Sabre watched from his position across from the pair, it was a pretty show that Jelenis gave, faking submission to Flori. He would not intervene or tell her it was false, she needed to decide for herself. If she was ever going to tame Jelenis she needed to learn his tricks.....all of them.
Flori tugged of the lasso of her creation. Her face contorted in anger and something else...perhaps hatred? As she tugged he pulled but they were getting closer and his fighting only spurred her on.
Then he reached his muzzle out and bite her! He bite her! She jerked away and some of the ice lasso gave. She clutched her shoulder as she heard Sabre speaking to them. A smile spread across her face. Yes perfect! "Indeed Sabre a muzzle for the beast! He has spirit and that will only make it better when he breaks! Make it sweeter!" She turned to look at the beast.
Flori was no longer an elf. She was...but she was possessed by Sabre. She no longer was making her decisions. All her thoughts were for pleasing her Dark King. If Jelenis had been strong enough he could have done as Sabre had, possessed the girl elf. Made her do his bidding. But Jelenis had not.
The night she had whipped him, right before she had put a salve on his burn wounds. She had whispered to him how sorry she was. She said she was afraid and she asked him to forgive her. Had he let his demon side come out perhaps he could have saved her. But Jelenis had not.
So now what stood before him was not the Flori in that room. What stood before him was a Flori of Sabre's making.
The beast lowered its head. What a sorry sight indeed. This disappointed Flori.
"Oh? You have no fight? Such a pity. I was just getting started." She walked closer. Her shoulder was sore but she willed herself to hold the crop. "Do you think I am being too cruel to you?" She said in a mocking tone.
She stopped right it front of him her eyes hollow. She raised the crop in what appeared to be a vicious style and brought it down. If she continued it would have lashed the muzzle of the bowed head so hard it would have broken skin. But just as it touched him the blow was soft. Like a gentle breeze caressing wildflowers.
Flori leaned in and whispered "I see it in your eyes! I see you have fight left in you yet horse. But I too was once in your place so for now I will stop, but I am not done with you. Not until you give yourself to Sabre. It will be the only thing that I accept. Full submission to his power."
She stood back up and turned. She left the ice lasso around him to dissipate as she left the area. The tapping of the crop could be heard echoing throughout the courtyard. "Sabre, I am hungry now." She took the steps up and smiled once she reached his side. "After I dine his training continues."
Sabre smiled at her and he looked back to the sweating, bleeding animal and with a twist of his hand a net muzzle appeared over the horse's mouth.
"Did he hurt you love?" He asked softly as they walked into the great Hall.
There was a place set for her and food rested upon the table, a warm fragrant loaf of bread, sweet jam, hot tea and meats and cheeses. He gestured to the seat and leaned against the edge of the table.
"He is a sly beast is he not?" He asked wondering what she made of the submission in the courtyard.
He heard her words speaking of submission, did she truly understand how he wanted Jelenis to submit to him? It would be truly sweet if she dragged him to their bed and made him submit to his own using, better still if she joined them and then continued her punishment of Jelenis for not pleasing them both enough.
"I want to see him ridden this afternoon Flori." He said after a moment.
"Saddled, bridled....ridden by you. I want you to make him trot and canter. I want to see his body respond to the merest touch of you, the lightest squeeze of your legs, the power of your crop. This would excite me love.....it would."
He smiled sweetly to her, making his handsome face irresistible.
"I want to see him break...I so do....but he is very naughty....deceitful....he tries to trick you."
She turned in time to see the muzzle placed on the beast and she grinned evilly at him. Served him right for biting her! She touched the spot gingerly.
Flori pouted playfully "Indeed he did Sabre!"
Upon entering the Great Hall her senses were treated to a marvelous sight. Before her was a spread for nobles. "Sabre!" She gasped and smiled at him. "You are too kind to me really." Ever the gentleman he gestures to a chair and she sits gracefully.
Helping herself to a slice of the bread she spread a bit of the sweet jam on it. Pouring the tea she drank and ate. Loving the texture and tastes. As he leaned on the table she wondered what it is that demons feasted on? But, did not vocalize her question.
"That he is Sabre! Very cunning! Trying to seduce me with submission when I know fully our fight has just begun!" She drank the tea it was so fragrant. "He tries to fool me. But he forgets I was once as he was I know the tricks!" She took some of the meats and cheeses nibbling them.
"I cannot wait to mount him my king. I shall ride him today. He will be exhausted! And I have another idea..." She raised her eyebrow and chuckled. "Tonight we should allow him to be his human form and bring him in our bedroom. He shall be shackled like the beast he is but I want him to watch us. He will grow jealous of our union and he will fight his own body's desire to be the one who feels you inside them. He will suffer his own mind and body's betrayal."
She looked up at him as she was speaking and touched his hand. "Do you think after a day of being ridden hard he will succumb to his lustful desire and submit to you? I shall not accept him any other way he must fully submit to you Sabre as his lord and master."
Sabre stared at her, it was if she had read his mind!
"Flori my love if you want him to be in our chamber tonight then so be it....but I know Jelenis, he will not submit to desire, he believes himself to be above that!" He said thoughtfully as she sipped her tea.
"He will turn his face from our bed sport, the very thought of me mounting and using him disgusts him, he would sooner die than let me ride him!" He quipped.
"Perhaps I will ride the horse first before the human...that might humiliate him to feel me on his back."
He shook his head.
"Have your fun with him Flori, if you wish to bring him to our chamber then do so...but shackle him well, neither of us want a knife slipped between our ribs during the night."
He reached out to brush a crumb of bread from her lips, the touch was light and gentle.
"I think there is much taming to be done before we get to the point where he kneels on the bed aching and begging for me love...he hates me!"
He gave her his most wicked smile.
"Plus am I not to be tamed by you yet?"
"Sabre. I want him humiliated. Nothing would do so more then to have him have to listen to us pleasure each other and his body respond. Even though he loath us. This of it. He will not submit to you this evening no, I do know this. But eventually he will." She spoke in thoughtful tones of one having pursued the matter over.
"I am sure he will give me an epic fight but eventually he will be yours. This is what you desire right? His full submission?" She asked the question though inside her she felt pangs of jealous stabs for Jelenis. But this would only add to her torment of him.
His own reminder that she has yet to tame him made her blush. How she had delighted in this play! "I do so need to tame my two beasts don't I?" She smiled softly as she let the images of last night dance in her mind.
"I actually would love to see you ride him! Oh!!!! I can see him hating that! OH!!! Sabre! he will be most displeased by you!" She giggled and sat back in the chair. Her eyes were clearly seeing the scene play out before her.
"You mentioned a fully stocked tack room? I would love to see it, will you escort me?" Flori pushed her chair back and came to stand next to him. her eyes shone with adoration for her Dark King.
He took her hand and led her back out into the courtyard past the animal that stood muzzled and submissive still into the stables. At the end of the row of loose boxes was another room that smelled of fresh leather. It was into this room that he took her and lit an oil lamp.
There sat her saddle of scarlet leather and the bridle too as promised. There were other items for the training of horses, lunge reins, long training whips, devices for fastening about a horse's middle to attach reins to to keep the animal's neck beautifully arched. Everything that Flori could possible want was in that room.
"Perhaps you should put him back in his stall and ride me instead." Sabre purred in her ear.
His form shifted and a large powerful black stallion stood in the doorway, he pawed the ground and his firey red eyes took in the woman.
The scarlet saddle and bridle would look most excellent against his coal black coat.
He changed back again and grinned at her.
"Which one do you favour first this afternoon Flori!" He teased.
"A spiritless half breed or one that will drive you to such heights and show the half breed how a real rebellious horse should behave?"
She silently followed him. A soft smile playing on her lips. He was beautiful in his burgundy pants and black leather boots. His silvery hair and dark eyes contrasting perfectly. he made her feel powerful. Beautiful.
Once inside the room she deeply inhaled the scent of fine leather. It had an erotic effect on her. She could feel her passion growing. It was all she could do not to push Sabre to the floor of the room and mount him right there!
Instead she fought hard to look at all the gifts he had left for her here. She would want for nothing in her breaking of Jelenis. All in good time each device would be used to its fullest in breaking him. Yet when her eyes came to the saddle she inhaled sharply. The scarlet! like her dress the night before and her crop! She stepped closer to it and touched the soft supple leather. She bite back a moan.
But it was as if her dark King knew her every desire. He was so close as her purred the suductive suggestion into her ear. Yet when she turned to reach for him his form was that of her black stallion from her dreams! She whimpered! His black eyes now two globes of burning flames. Watching her every move.
When he changed back she sighed there really was no need to ask which she would mount. He knew what her answer would be but he asked and so she replied.
"You! YOU!!! Sabre I must mount you. I want you and I to show him what a true stallion looks like when proudly being ridden by his mistress!" She knew her double edged meaning would not be lost on him but she now craved to ride this beast of her dreams! She craved it more then mounting Sabre in his human form at this moment anyway.
The Demon grinned knowing that the gesture would not be lost on her. He took the form again and stood pawing in the stalls area waiting for her to saddle and bridle him. He would be rebellious beneath her and make sure her excitement would be paramount. He would be a wicked horse that would need taming by her.
The black stallion semi reared a little and stomped his hooves on the stall floor creating small red sparks. He was the wicked stallion of her dreams....not the lack lustre white thing Jelenis had become. He would see how she would tame him....could she master him?
The horse gave a defiant shriek that echoed like a challenge through the fortress.
Outside Jelenis lifted his head and was afraid of what was behind the stable doors.
She didn't hesitate longer! His grin producing the desired effect.
"My, my, my.... You are a magnificent stallion. How lucky it should be that you would even allow me the pleasure to ride you." Her hands reached for the harness and she expertly adhered it to him once he came down. The sparks his hooves made just ignited her further. Still she cooed softly. telling him how beautiful he was and how lovely the saddle would look against his black fur.
She threw his saddle on as he bucked. She actions became fluid. Once secured she touched his neck tenderly. She kissed it. Even while he was not dolice. How could he be? Sabre was fully a demon! Dolice was not what she wanted.
She kept Sabre inside as she went and opened the stable doors. Coming back to him she never stopped cooing sweet words of praise. Grabbing the crop and tucking it over her shoulder. The soreness beginning to ebb.
Approaching him cautiously as one would do a stallion of his size. It was time she put her foot into the stirrup. Clutching the horn and placing her left foot into the device she bounced twice and then swung her right leg around. She sat still letting Sabre become use to her. Only after he calmed a bit did she grab the reins. She tugged them slightly and softly dug her heels into his sides. She wanted Jelenis to see them slowly enter the courtyard.
"Come my Dark King let us ride like in my dreams."
Sabre walked out into the yard, lifting his feet most elegantly, he was a sight to behold, the perfect specimen of a stallion, his rider sat proudly on his back, reins taut in her gloved hands making the stallion arch his neck.
Jelenis took in the sight of them, there was no doubt who the harlot rode, the stallion was large, powerful, Sabre was as impressive in this form as he was in his other. The woman was proud that she rode the Demon, probably as proud as when she rode him in bed, Jelenis thought to himself.
The Black stallion caught sight of the white one in his courtyard and he semi reared pawing at the air. He felt Flori's legs tighten about him and part of him hoped for her chastisement, this game merely a continuation of the previous night's fun. Jelenis backed away, now the icy lasso had melted, across the yard away from the pair. He was no match in this state to fight with Sabre should the black stallion choose to attack him. He was muzzled by the net over his mouth too which was an unfair advantage.
Sabre danced on his hooves, sparks ringing over the cobbles, his power making it difficult for the slight girl to hold him.
"Whip him with your damn riding crop!" Jelenis thought anxiously.
"He defies you more than I do!"
Flori beamed as they strode out of the stable. She was certain they made an amazing sight to behold. She held his head up and arched perfectly. She sat erect on the saddle. A feeling of power washed over her like nothing before ever had.
Sabre caught Jelenis' eye and this is when he began to show off for the white beaten pony. He reared and Flori clinched the sides of the saddle. Digging in she tipped the reins trying to steady her black stallion.
As he came down his hooves gracefully touching the cobblestone as she jolted a bit. It was all she could do to keep atop him. She dug her heels into his sides as if to say steady....steady. But instead he practically danced making her grip even tighter.
Slowly but surely she heard Someone command her to whip Sabre. She shook her head. The voice mocked her saying he was more defiant...than themselves.... She looked over at the white horse. Without thinking she took the crop and lashed Sabre.
The crop touching his hind smartly. She dug in for the eventual bucking he would do and at the same time clutching the remains with one hand she struck him again.
Sabre felt the sharp whack of the crop on his hind quarters, first thinking Flori was continuing their game, then another fell equally as hard and another. She was whipping him with firm strokes now, whipping him as if he were Jelenis. He reared with sudden pained anger as her crop whipped his hind mercilessly.
From across the courtyard, the beaten white horse watched her behaviour with some curiosity. It was almost as if she heard his thought and was punishing Sabre. He stood and watched solemnly as she continued to beat the black nightmare.
Sabre bucked hard and reared in anger as Flori continued to happily whip him...how was this happening...it was no longer a fun game!
Flori kept hitting him! She was not sure what was going on! She threw the riding crop to the ground.
She let go of the reins as he reared. Flori slid from the saddle as he reared one last time. She was screaming "NO!!!!!!!" She fell from the large stallion and hit her head on the cobblestone.
A trickle of blood can be seen from where her head hit the stone.
The black horse trotted back indignantly to the stables and moments later Sabre came back out into the courtyard. He leaned down and swept Flori up into his arms and took her inside. He traversed the stairs to her room and laid her on the bed, inspecting the wound. Luckily for her it was superficial and mere graze, head wounds always bled profusely. He touched it and it closed, fading to just a bruise, he then set about stripping her clothes and putting her in a nightgown and then into bed.
Although his demon blood was healing him, his buttocks stung, a strange delicious pain but irritating too. Why had Flori been so hard on him, he stood by the window staring down at the white horse who seem strangely perked up by the events. Somehow Jelenis has planted the thought in her....this was not good, Flori's mind could be diverted from his commands.
He growled softly, this afternoon he would do the punishing, if Flori was awake she could watch. He wondered if seeing him chastise Jelenis would make her feel better? She could choose of course after all it was the boy that had invaded her weak little mind and made her hurt her lover. What might she choose? There were all sorts of things in the chest for the punishment of a wicked slave like Jelenis. Pleased with the idea he bounded back to the bed and laid beside her, stroking her cheek.
"Honey Flower....my Dark Queen......my love.....wake up!" He purred in her ear.
"You took a fall but I made you better......it was all Jelenis' fault.....he got inside your head again......such a wicked thing......wake up Flori......!" He became unclothed next to her, his flesh warm, red lines crisis crossing his firm hind where she had punished him in the courtyard.
"Flori......" Came the pouted purr.
"You whipped me very hard love."
Down in the courtyard the white horse stood staring at the splotch of blood where the girl had fallen. It had been odd, he had planted the thought of punishing Sabre in her mind, perhaps she was not as far gone as he initially thought. He felt cold and hungry and ambled back towards the stables to get some shelter from the biting wind that whistled about the fortress yard.
Inside was slightly warmer and he went into one of the open stalls deeper within the stable block, next to the tack room. Yes...definitely warmer here, a brazier had been lit not far away, all he wanted now was something soft to lay on and sleep. He tried to think of soft straw ....but none appeared.
He knew that Sabre would figure out what had happened, but hopefully he was too busy tending the girl and his thoroughly whipped rump. The thought made the horse whicker softly, an almost sound of laughter. Served the bastard right.
He huddled in the furthest most corner of the stall and setted down on the hard cobbles and tried to get some rest, though he felt hungry and thirsty indeed.
Flori could hear him as she fought the cobwebs. Fighting to wake up she mumbled his name over and over. "Sabre....Sabre.....Sabre..." Tears began to softly stain her face as she reached for him. Her eyes fluttered open. But she closed them from the pain. Her head hurt.
She opened them again slowly. He was right there for her. And she wasn't on the cobblestone she was in the bed in a soft nightgown. Her eyes looked him over and stopped at the marks on his rear. She gasped. More tears and she shut her eyes opening them quickly. "Oh Sabre! Can you forgive me?" She reached out and softly touched his face.
"How did I allow it? Why could I not fight him? He is supposed to be weak! Sabre I am wicked! You should punish me!" She buried her face into the pillow as sobs racked through her. She was confused and devastated that the only thing in this world who had helped her she betrayed.
Sabre huddled her close to his lithe naked body and he kissed her tears lightly.
"He is weak Flori, I should have realised what might happen.....the fault is mine!" He said softly.
"It is almost a leaking of his thoughts....you picked up on it....his power is just not that strong."
He gently touched her hair and whispered in her ear.
"It is time for me to intervene love.....my turn to punish him....let us see him try play with my mind!"
He sat back.
" I am going to change him back and drag him here my little darling.....you can choose how I punish him for making you do that.....you can look right into his pretty eyes as I do it." He smiled.
He leaned in and whispered to her naughtily.
"You wield that riding crop well love....part of me loved your taming of me!" He said it to make her better.
She relaxed as he cuddled her next to his supple body. She contoured to him and cooed. "He is wicked!" His words creating the right kind of magic. His whispers and petting loosing her and allowing her to relax.
"You did?" She smiled shyly. Adding...."I would like to tame you Sabre. But next time on our terms! Not his that wicked, wicked boy!" She rolled over and curved her body into his.
"And Sabre, I would love for you to take over tonight in his training. He has me most upset." She turned and began to kiss his chest and shoulder. "I love you Sabre. Punish him for me. make him pay for having me betray you." Her hands began to move lightly over his hip and lower abdomen.
He stretched like a large cat under her touch, a deep rumbling purr in his chest.
"How would you like him punished my little love." He whispered.
He kissed her neck and cuddled closer to her, there were many possibilities but it very much depended on what Flori wanted.
"I could humiliate him somehow." He said thinking out loud.
"What could I do to make him feel small and helpless...to make him realise he is the one that has been bad?"
He turned to her.
"How do Humans punish naughty little boys?"
Flori giggled. He was just so perfect! "I love you Sabre." She continued to press light feathery kisses on his chest.
"They spank their bottoms Sabre. With a paddle or whip. They make them expose their cute little tushies and spank them until they cannot sit on them!" She burst into a fit of giggles her tears of sadness into tears of mirth!
Flori still felt the residual effects of feelings. She was concerned that Jelenis was able to do what he did. She fought the images of the young man who rolled out from under the tinker's cart. His silvery eyes. His innocence. Sabre was her future. He loved her. Wanted her. Jelenis only was concerned with his own well being Sabre cared for hers.
Sabre chuckled at her merriment, he had no idea how Humans punished, he knew what Demons did and that would kill Jelenis.
"So love.....have you decided how you might like to see him pay?" He mused.
She seemed muchly improved from when she had first wakened which was good.
"Would you like a nice cup of tea?" He asked courteously.
Whilst he waited for her answers he clothed himself again, this time he wore black from head to toe, which made his moonlight hair all the more striking.
"I would Sabre, thank you." She watched as the clothes seemed to just meld to his body. Fitting perfectly. His hair in such contrast. Truly he was beautiful. She sharply in took her breath.
"You are magnificent Sabre. The most handsome demon, ever. I love you." She couldn't help but express how she felt at this moment. "Um, yes the wicked Jelenis. I should think you should make him hold his hands out to you and then you whip his palms until he bleeds! But first we waylay him by treating him with food and drink and making him comfortable then punish him! Make him pay Sabre!!!" Her voice grew steadily colder as she spoke!
Sabre smiled cruelly at her suggestion.
The tea was conjured and handed to her, it was warm and fragrant.
How to make him think he was safe? How to lull him into a false sense of security.
"We will invite him to dinner then love....give him a bath....heal his wounds....some new clothes." He said softly.
"A soft bed to sleep in.....he will think us changed to his plight then I will bring him before you and I will cane his hands until he screams....then I will bend him over and cane his behind too all for your amusement. Then he can go back to the stables!" He spat.
"Perhaps then you might get to ride your pony!"
She smiled wickedly! Her eyes flashed!
"Yes Sabre! You are the perfect mastermind! I love you! I love your mind! I love how you saved me!"
She thought over his full plan and could not help but laugh at his brilliance.
"I am aching to ride him Sabre. When shall we start? I will dress, the yellow I think. It is a pleasant color. Maybe have diner in the great room? Give him some wine. Does he drink wine?" She shrugged as she went to get out of the bed. Her legs buckled a little she still wasn't fully over the spill she took. So she took it a little slower giving Sabre a reassuring smile.
He grinned at her enthusiasm, helping her to steady herself.
"Why don't you have a nice warm bath to freshen yourself, I will go and see to Jelenis." He helped her to the small room which contained the tub already full with hot water and richly scented bubbles.
It was truly a luxurious bath, there were thick fluffy towels and anything a lady might want for bathing.
"So you look foward to my punishing of him do you Flori?" He asked as he helped her from her nightgown.
"I will need to find a good supple cane for the job......unless you wish me to use one of the other things you described for punishing bad boys?"
He mused on this.
"He has been very bad making you hurt so......bad little boy!"
"Thank you" She clutched the demon for support. As he lured her into the bathing area she could smell the fine amours of the scented bubbles. In all her life she had never bathed in such luxury.
"Oh Sabre! This is more than I ever dreamed. It is so elegant. She let him pull the nightgown over her head then helping her into the tub. She sank into it up to her chin. She giggled as the warm water massaged her aching body. She could feel her headache fading.
"A cane shall do nicely Sabre. Not to thick and pliable. He will feel the sting of it long after you are done whipping him. The only hint of discomfort from the memories of her own punishments at the hand of Lord Hernon, was her face grimacing. But it was so faint one may have missed it.
She lingered in the tub as the oil lamps created a soft glow. A sigh escaped as relaxed.
The Demon smiled as she relaxed.
"I will make sue it it a slender supple rod that will find his hand as well as his bare backside Flori love!" He purred.
"If he wishes to act like a petulant brat he will be punished thus!"
He turned for the door.
"I will fetch him and take him to a room, he will be bathed and dressed and then we will have dinner!"
He grinned and took a long look at her bathing.
"I hope it will please you Flori!"
She opened her eyes as he was at the door and smiled. "Sabre, you always will please me. Never think otherwise. I will not let him come between us again."
She blew him some bubble kisses and she giggled. Watching the handsome human form he took was pleasing indeed. But a part of her wondered what it would be like to be with the demon part. What form did he take in demon? Did they have forms?
Her mind wondered a bit as she let the warmed water work its magic on her. Had Jelenis' mother been possessed or had she like Flori gone willingly. For you see Flori still did not think her mind was being controlled by Sabre. She saw it as though she had gone to him. If she was in control of her own mind she would be disgusted at the things she had done to Jelenis and what she had done with Sabre. Flori saw herself as free sadly she was far from it. But she did love Sabre. She truly has fallen for him as only a girl like her could.
Finally she got up out of the water and wrapped the soft towel around herself. He was so good to her she mused. Sabre always saw to her needs, her wants, and her desires.
Patting herself dry she went to change and fix her hair.
As the Demon walked from Flori's room his mind was deep in thought about her too. What had started out as a bit of fun, a straightforward corruption, had become something else. He actually liked her, loved her as much as he ever could. He wanted to be with her and actually have his wickedness tamed and be her slave on some level.
Then there was Jelenis.
He wanted him too but that more to do with lust not what he felt for Flori, well he did, but there was more where she was concerned. He would truly make her his dark queen and have her rule at his side.
The courtyard was empty, the horse could not have escaped so Sabre surmised he must be within the stables and that was where he found the animal, asleep in one corner of a stall nearest the brazier lit outside of it. The white pony did look a sorry mess in deed, with blood on his hind leg and his snowy white coat singed here and there. He reached down and touched the sleeping animal and in a flash of red light it became the Human male again. Jelenis looked up in confusion and then saw who stood over him and he glared.
"You bastard!" He snapped.
Sabre tutted and shook his head.
"Now....Now...you have every right to be mad....but I was feeling hurt and I took it out on you, but I am over it now....come I am all you have now the Protectorate is broken and Trayder and Bel have left you." He said softly, holding out his hand to help Jelenis to his feet.
Jelenis stood stiffly under his own steam and did not take Sabre's hand.
"You are a wicked spiteful, spoilt Bastard!" He snapped.
"How could you do this to me....and that poor girl....!"
Sabre's eyes flared.
"I love Flori!"
Jelenis almost laughed.
"You....Love...you don't know the meaning of the word!"
All that run through Sabre's head was punishing Jelenis to please Flori, bending him across his knee and whipping his bare behind like Flori had described. He smiled at the thought, but put it to one side...there was time for that.
"I am sorry Jelenis....I come to offer you food and warmth....and clothes....Flori has made me see how mean I have been, I deserved that beating earlier....it made me see how wicked I have been!"
Jelenis stared at him suspiciously and then softened, Sabre could be spiteful but he had his gentler moments....not many...but some.
"Very Well Sabre....let's go inside...and we can take it from there." He said quietly.
Sabre allowed Jelenis to lean on him as he limped across the yard and up the step into the main body of the Fortress. The Great Hall was deliciously warm and Sabre took him upstairs into a well furnished room.
"If you remove your clothes I can heal your wounds." The Demon said softly.
It was only a matter of drawing on Jelenis' demon blood and allowing it to heal him, the boy did not know how, he always had relied on the others to help him do it. Jelenis warily took his clothing off and Sabre lightly touched his leg and the wound closed and the healing power moved to the small burns and pale marks from the previous night.
"There!" He said after a moment or too.
"Perhaps a bath....I will lay out some clothes for you.....the bath is next door Jelenis."
The boy rose and turned to the bathroom and then back to Sabre.
"Thank you Sabre... I look forward to meeting Flori." He said gently.
The Demon nodded.
"She is dying to meet you properly too Jelenis."
As the boy went into the bathing area and shut the door Sabre waved his hand lightly and clothes appeared on the bed. A white shirt, brown leather breeches, a waistcoat of nut brown velvet and a pair of black leather boots.
With a nod he was satisfied and he left the room to find Flori.
The looking glass he provided revealed to Flori a lovey picture. She could not believe that was her. The yellow satin softly clung in just the right places but not too tightly. The trim was in a darker yellow still and it accepted her dark hair. She couldn't help but smile. Sabre really knew how to dress her.
Before lowing the oil lamps she placed her feet into the matching slippers.
His magic must be powerful. As she gave herself another look. She sprayed a little of the scented oil on her neck.
She walked into the sleeping chamber and was still in awe of all Sabre had done. Yes, he was very powerful. She touched the bed posts and blushed as she remembered their evening the night before. He was an amazing lover and she felt her heart pound just thinking about him.
As she walked towards the door she noticed it opening.
Sabre walked in and he stopped and took in the sight of her.
"My Queen...you are a vision to behold!" He said softly, he moved gracefully forward and took up her hand placing a light kiss upon the back of it.
He was groomed to perfection as always, dressed in black and royal purple. His shirt and breeches and coat were like the inkiest black, his waistcoat of a fine purple brocade.
"I have coaxed him in and healed his hurts....he is bathing and getting dressed." He said after a moment.
"He called me a wicked,spiteful, spoiled bastard Flori!" He said with some agitation.
"Me! I felt so hurt....I had such wicked thoughts but I was good my love." He said with a slight pout making his mouth look adorable.
She could not help herself really. He looked so cute. Flori reached up and kissed his lips. A soft delicate kiss. "You are much to good Sabre. But I find it is way I love you so. You always think of me first before yourself. As you have done for him as well for all those years." She patted his hand lovingly. "Come, let us begin this night so you can know the satisfaction I did." She winked at him playfully.
As he led her towards the great room she took a moment to appreciate him. He was quite a handsome man. How splendid and regal he looked this evening. "You are looking so handsome Sabre." She could not help but tell him. "I must be the luckiest woman alive." She leaned her head onto his arm as they walked. Wondering what truly lied in store for Jelenis tonight.
She wondered if Sabre would be able to punish the young man. Not because something of another force prevented him. She wondered if he would really be able to do it once the time came.
He grinned as she complimented him and felt his chest swell proudly as she laid her pretty head on his arm. He leaned and whispered naughtily in her ear.
"I am going to put him over my knee, pull his breeches down and redden him with my cane until he cannot sit! You described it to me darling!"
He was very proud of it and he hoped it would excite her too.
The Great Hall looked merry and was warm, there were three places set at the table and Sabre led her to the head of the table and pulled out the chair for her.
"You are the hostess.....my queen.....my Honey Flower."
They were interrupted by a soft voice across the Hall.
"Good eve Sabre....Good Eve Lady Flori." Jelenis said cautiously.
Hostess! Her! Sabre had no idea what kind of emotions he was stirring inside her. She was beaming. Then she heard his soft voice greeting them. She turned to the door and smiled at him. "Jelenis! Please just Flori. Please I am not use to such titles and things." She indicated the third place setting.
"I am so pleased you coincided joining us." She looked down a little shame faced. "I wouldn't have blamed you if you had refused." Looking up her eyes a little forlorn. "Could you forgive me?" Her voice was so sincere. It wasn't overly saturated with sorry. She made to effort to reach out and hug or touch him. For all purposes it was as if she just wanted to forget what she had done and have Jelenis forgive her.
"Sabre said you are now utterly alone. I know how it feels when the ones who are supposed to love and care for you abandon you instead." She looked away this time the pain she felt was real. She has never forgiven her family for leaving her with Lord Hernon.
She cleared her throat and continued "I hope you do not mind but I asked Sabre of how you two came to be together. He told me about you. I hope you do not think me too forward but, why is it that you have not tapped into your demon side? Is it something you wish never to do?" She asked as one would ask another if they read the mistral from the king's court. As if she was truly engaging him in conversation.
As she spoke a sudden realization hit her. Did Jelenis still have the power to banish Sabre? If so what would happen if he did? She tried to concentrate but her worry was growing.
To cover it she offered Jelenis some wine. "Care for some? Or would you prefer water or Ale instead?"
Jelenis was taken in by her sweetness and he tried to answer her questions.
"I forgive you...you were not yourself!" He said pointedly regarding Sabre.
"I do not want to to allow that side of my heritage to manifest, I would prefer to be myself." He said softly, his silvery grey eyes watching her.
He could understand why Sabre was so taken with her, she was so pretty and her manner so sweet. Could he trust her and Sabre enough to live here with them?
Sabre watched with a small smile on his face, now the Protectorate had broken Jelenis had no power over him, the charm mark on his wrist had dissipated. Likely the young man had not noticed but he had checked on healing him.
Jelenis gave a shy smile as she offered him wine.
"Wine please ." He said in a sweet charming voice.
Sabre's thoughts drifted to thoughts that were very bad, a bemused smile crossed his lips which did not go unnoticed by Jelenis.
"So Flori...what do you make of Sabre then?" He asked out of curiosity.
She poured the wine for him. He was in such contrast to Sabre. Where her lover's hair was silvery and his eyes black at night it was reverse on Jelenis. His silver eyes and his black hair. She wondered if this had been done on purpose. Her smile never wavered as she pushed the goblet his way.
Flori was drawn to the young man. There was something about him. He had taken such beatings yet here he was willing to forgive. A part of her began to melt its icy hardness. She willed those thoughts away. Sabre was right. He had use him and then carelessly banished him. As if Sabre had never done anything for him. As though Sabre was nothing to him. Did Sabre deserve to be banished just because he sought love from the boy? She shook her head gracefully trying to clear her mind.
"I love him Jelenis. He was the only person... Err...well you know." She couldn't bring herself to say demon. "He took me as I was. Yes, at first I think he only wanted to make you jealous." She looked down at her lap demurely. "But soon I think he came to see my side. That with you we could live here in the mountains and ice free of suffering that so many human seem to think is okay to do to one another." She looked up at Jelenis. "I am not sure if you would like to but you are welcomed to stay here with us Jelenis. In fact it would please me very much if you did." Looking across to Sabre she smiled at him. The same soft, gentle smile. "Right Sabre. Tell him you want nothing more than us three to be together."
The demon's jet black eyes focussed from his thoughts and he smiled briefly to Flori and then turned to Jelenis.
"Yes...I want the three is us to live here, Flori speaks the truth, I want you to remain here." He said smoothly.
Jelenis looked from Flori and then to Sabre, could he possibly believe him, Sabre was a master of lies at times and had he changed so quickly for this girl.
"It seems you are teaching Sabre Miss Flori.....taming his wickedness." He said softly.
"He can be very difficult at times but I think we can manage him between us."
Sabre smiled tightly and he picked up a goblet and actually drank, it was not something he did often.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Sabre was flawless.
Flori blushed. "Me teaching him. I bet you really started it though. Sabre said you were kind." She took a sip of the wine. It was smooth. "This means you have decided to stay then, yes?" She looked at the young man eagerly.
"Shall we eat Jelenis? I know Sabre says he does not eat what we do. Unless you are like he is that way?"
She looked at him innocently enough.
Inside she was fighting a demon of sorts. One of her own making. Perhaps he could be of use to them. Was it truly necessary to punish him? She kept pushing the thoughts away. Oh this Jelenis could ruin everything for her if she allowed him to come between her and Sabre. Was he trying to do that? Or was it her own mind playing tricks on her. Had Jelenis changed his mind? Did he know how he was affecting her? Did Sabre know? Would Sabre help her get over this? She worried her lip some. For now she wanted to eat and pretend it really was what it looked to be.
Jelenis grinned when she mentioned food it made him look boyish and charming.
"Food would be good My Lady....I am half starved....and yes I love food and eating." He said.
There were roast meats, vegetables, crisp potatoes, gravy and soft bread, Jelenis waited until Flori had served herself and then took things for his own plate. His glance went to Sabre who sat sipping delicately at the wine, his pitch black eyes moving between the pair.
The Demon was sensing something, a change in Flori and it hurt, like a sharp needle in a wound. How could she not want to punish Jelenis...how not? He set the goblet down and smiled to Flori.
"I was telling Jelenis how much I love you Flori....he does not think me capable of such." He said slowly.
"Am I not a skilled lover....do I not care for you?"
Jelenis set down his fork and looked to Sabre with something akin to chastisement in his eyes.
"Sabre....your skill as a lover is not a subject for the table now is it! Mind your manners!"
The Demon's gaze went straight to Flori as if to tell her "See...see what I have to put up with!"
Thoughts of punishing Jelenis rose now....twisting through his mind....this was his home....his Flori...he would not be put down like some child!
"I am sorry Flori!" Jelenis said his eyes fully of gentlemanly concern.
"Sabre can forget his self sometimes...he can be petulant." Came the gentle voice.
As she served herself she took a chance and looked over at Sabre. HE did not seem happy? Was it her? Could he read her mind? Did he know she wavered? Was she hurting him? What would he do to her if she tested him too much? Even if she did not mean to? Oh she was wicked. She truly needed to be punished not Jelenis. She was the wicked one!
When Sabre set his goblet down he looked her in the eyes she could turn away he held her. When he spoke she gasped. She was most unsettled she dropped her goblet. Sabre knew what she was thinking. He knew everything! She truly was a wicked girl. "Oh look what I've done!" Tears began to fall.
"No Jelenis it is all my fault! Everything is. He has been nothing but wonderful to me and yet I still hurt him."
She stood up almost knocking the chair over. "I am sorry Jelenis. I am so sorry for ever coming between you two. I am a wicked, wicked girl. I hurt you so and Sabre. I do not deserve this. I do not deserve his love or your kindness. Sabre you are so beautiful. I love you so very much but I will only end up hurting you. It is better if I let you two be happy together." With a choking sob Flori took a few steps and once committed she just kept going. She ran to the door and yanked it open she had no idea where to go. She just ran blindly outside into the cold darken night.
The Demon rose immediately.
"Look what you have done!" He hissed.
Jelenis looked most disconcerted and he rose too and wiped his mouth.
"Go after her Sabre....your attachment to her is strong.....go!"
The demon dissipated into black mist and honed in on Flori, he felt her, how could he not feel her...she was his love...his everything. He landed in the dark ahead of her and she almost ran into his arms not seeing him as her tears blinded her.
"Darling...Flower....please do not cry....come back inside....I promise to be good. We can call an end to this evening and I can take you to your room." He said softly stroking her hair.
His kissed her gently and held her in his arms lovingly, she was his queen, his most precious.
"I will not punish Jelenis either if you do not wish it." He said trying to make her happy.
He touched the place the wine had marred her dress and it vanished to be prefect and yellow again.
"Flori...I......love ....you..." He said.
At first she was disoriented. But she could smell it was him and she felt his touch. She embraced him but her sobs would not stop.
She could hear him and all she could do was nod as he touched her dress returning it to perfection. "But I am so wicked so ungrateful Sabre." Her teeth began to chatter as the cold seeped into her. "I do not deserve you. I will riun everything. It is best if you just...just...cast me away..." Though her heart sunk as she said it. This is not what she wanted at all. She would do anything for him but it seemed her human side still tried to fight back. Perhaps this is why eventually in time she would be a great mistress to him. Her will to fight was her most dominating feature.
"I cannot bare to see you hurt. And yes Jelenis hurt you so. I just can't hurt him tonight. I am too close to where he was Sabre. I was him not two days ago. I took those beatings he takes. I just cannot tonight. Please give me time. Please I beg you." She held him so tightly if he was human he would have had busing. "I love you Sabre. I just do not want to ruin anything for you. I feel his power too. I know he has it. I am not sure if he realize his power is great within him and I fear hurting him may alienate him when we may want him on our side."
She was confused this was clear. As she whispers, "I do not deserve your love. I think tonight I need to be punished by you." Her body shivering.
He held her close and in moments they were within the safety and warmth of her room. He held her back from him and looked into her eyes.
"Maybe one day he will be strong Flori....but he is not his father and he denies what he is at every turn." He whispered.
"I am the wicked one." He said it so quietly.
"I am the one that does not deserve you love....I am the Demon....the Corrupter....I am the one to be punished darling....never you!"
He kissed her lips, gently at first and then with more conviction, his hands moving to caress her through the buttercup yellow silk.
"I said I wanted to be tamed by you...I hold to that my mistress......tame my wickedness Flori.....I beg you my queen!" He breathed.
"I will never cast you away.....never!"
He fell to his knees before her almost submissively.
"Tame me Flori!"
It was warm inside and as the heat from the room and Sabre infiltrated her she shivered delicately.
"You have become my everything. I do not know why. What manner of demon you are, the Corruptor? No!" She shook her head. "No, you saved me Sabre. You saved me."
She kissed him back. Her small hands held him tightly.
"I never want to be parted from you. Never!" She rested in his arms. "I will do all I can to tame you. Make you mine. Teach you to be mine and love me." Her words were said between kisses. "You are not the Corruptor! No!"
As he dropped to his knees she held him to her. She rubbed his head, almost petting him. "I will Sabre!" I will!"
Her thoughts came to tonight. "Sabre can Jelenis hurt you though? Can he banish you?" Her voice was tight with fear and concern. He may be able to read her thoughts but she cannot read his so her fear makes her hold him tighter as she sinks down kissing his hair, his eyes, his face. The kisses are more of comfort and loving.
Sabre accepted her kisses, wanting her comfort, he was a bad Demon and Flori would make him better.
"No his ability to do this dissipated when the Protectorate did." He said reassuringly.
Outside the door Jelenis stopped as he had heard Sabre's passioned plea to be tamed and he stood and listened. It was what the Demon needed, he was powerful very powerful but he was spoiled and in need of a firm hand. He did what he wanted when he wanted.
He heard Flori's reply and he smiled.
"A firm hand my lady!" He said softly.
When Flori had ridden the black stallion, the gently implanted command to give the feisty horse a few good whacks with the crop had set something into motion. Sabre was rarely punished for playing up and Flori had done that.....perhaps his equine form was the answer for taming him in part. Flori said she had schooled some powerful horses.
Perhaps she should school him by day and love him by night.
Sabre looked at Flori and nodded.
"Then we start to night......I was bad at dinner......did I displease you love?" He asked earnestly.
Before their conversation could go any further there was a soft knock at the door and Jelenis stepped within.
"Sabre found you My Lady." He said softly.
"I am glad you are well....but I would speak with you both, I could not help but overhear the conversation from outside and I think I might have a way to help you Flori with what Sabre needs."
He paused a moment and the voiced his plan.
"When I was altered to the pony, I understood and heard everything and I understand Miss Flori that you have experience of schooling wild horses?"
He glanced to Sabre and hoped the Demon would not become angry with what he was going to propose.
"Sabre's other form is a Night Stallion, a Demon Horse, you tried to ride him today but found him rather large and rather powerful and unpredictable, they are feisty, wild and apparently untamable....but I think if you try to school and tame the Night Stallion it will also tame this incarnation of Sabre."
He looked to them both.
"Perhaps if Sabre is agreeable we could both try to work with the Night Stallion by day and you can work with him in this form of an evening more privately." He flushed at the latter half of that suggestion.
"The stables contain many training tools, we could try to work with him, calm him, make him gentler and that may allow you to work with him much easier later."
He looked at both of them most levelly.
"I am not suggesting this might do the trick but it might be worth a try and it might allow you and I to get to know each other a little better Flori."
He turned his gaze to Sabre.
"I am not trying to take her from you Sabre....rather look on it as a way to make you closer in more ways than one."
Flori could not believe this was the same person, no demon! She admonished herself trying to ingrain that she would do well to remember what he truly was. Her mind swirled with questions. Was she now corrupted? Did she want to be? Did it matter? How did she feel about the young man who had accidently brought them together? It was Jelenis' refusal for Sabre that even made the demon look at her in such a way.
She was about to say no. That it would be very wrong of her to tame such a powerful demon. He was perfect in every way. To tame him would be no different than trying to stop a flower from blooming. No this would not do at all.
But before she could answer him and explain she loved him just as he was. Jelenis knocked and entered.
"Yes, I do apologize Jenelis."
Then he began to tell them of his idea. Flori listened but again her mind screamed no. Sabre was not to be tamed. But she could not say this. Could he read her thoughts like Sabre? She silently asked Sabre to help her. She was begging him to block her thoughts in case the young man could.
To Jelenis she smiled and nodded. Pretending all the while to agree.
"Jelenis I think that is a brilliant idea. I would think this place could be a prosperous village of sorts. Think of it. A little village, here in the cold. Where people like you and me Jelenis can make something of ourselves. We could have a proper smithy, an alchemist shop. And...and... Sabre its Lord. With the hopes of you in his court."
As she spoke of her idea she paced back and forth. Sabre would not be tamed if she had her way. It was the very thing that made him. But, if truth be told she did enjoy whipping him. It brought out a side of her she never knew existed. If she was honest the thought of having them both is what she wanted. Jelenis was young and innocent. But she was sure over time he would open up to all the possibilities one could experience. Why limit himself? Why limit Sabre?
She knew by know Sabre could see her plan, her vision. She knew he also understood nobody came before him. Sabre was her lord and master even if he refused to have her call him as such. She had given him her soul, heart, and mind. Jelenis would be theirs. She just needed to play her cards right.
She stopped pacing and looked at both men. Hers! They were hers and she there's. "What do you think? I tame our Sabre. Our true love. We get to know one another better Jelenis. And in the process make a haven for those who need protection only a demon can give from the masters who abuse and take?"
Sabre saw her ideas, her desires and he glanced to Jelenis, knowing not being a full Demon he could not read her like he could.
"Flori Darling....Jelenis' idea has merit....I am not adverse to it and it might be a chance for you to get to know him." He said softly.
"The Night Stallion is me...I am it....I would learn in all the ways I can possibly...I think it would make me a better Lord of your little Haven."
He rose from his kneeling position and looked to the pair of young people, his dark eyes taking in the possibilities. He knew Flori wanted them both, to experience his power and Jelenis' innocence, perhaps she might be the one to take such innocence and make a man of him. In the same way he desired her to be his mistress in so many ways in the bedroom and out of it.
He grinned.
"Let me see if you two little Humans can school a Night Stallion....or will it be the other way round." He kissed Flori on the cheek and held a hand out to Jelenis.
He looked down into Flori's sweet face. and whispered in her ear.
"You can bring your riding crop if you like." Was the saucy words.
She blushed as he whispered. He knew. That was all she needed.
"I will do my best by you Sabre."
She was feeling much better now. Maybe it was the knowledge that Sabre understood her wants and desires. Maybe it was this young man's innocence that beckoned her. All she knew was that they would be together in this journey.
It was then she realized they did not finish their dining. "Jelenis we hardly ate. Did you still care for some? I know you have not had much nutriment these last few days."
She felt a bit silly now for her outburst.
Jelenis smiled at her.
"I have taken some food to my room, I think you and Sabre need some time together." He said softly.
He turned and headed for the door and looked back briefly to her.
"He needs a firm hand my Lady."
With that he was gone and the door was closed.
Sabre looked to Flori and for once his face was a little flushed and his dark eyes full of need.
"We can go and dine Flori....or you can fufil some of your more darker desires." He whispered.
He slowly removed his shirt to reveal his muscled chest and his moonlight hair hung down his back enticingly.
"I am aching for you to do so!"
He need not have provoked her further. She too was aching for him. Without another word she erased the space between them. Her lips finding his. As she whispered for him to remove her dress.
"You need not ache further my King." Her hands touched his chest, his shoulders, and his abdomen. Followed by her lips.
She whispered words of love and adoration for him. Her heart pounding with every caress. Her need for him was as great. She held nothing back.
They made love more than once and Sabre used no guile or charm on her. He wanted her to want him, the real him...without magic...without feeling like she was not herself.
After a while he rose and disappeared and came back and crawled up the bed with Flori's riding crop between his teeth. He dropped it at her side and gave her a small grin.
"Indulge yourself mistress...please!" He almost begged her.
His silvery white hair fell across his face and his dark eyes teased her playfully.
"Show me what a wicked demon I have been!"
Flori waited after he disappeared she wondered where he had gone off too? But within moments he returned. His suggestiveness made her want him all over again. She took the riding crop and softly tapped his face. "Yes, I do need to show you how wicked you are. Don't I?" She softly caresses his face, neck, and shoulders with the supple leather.
Sitting up she trailed the crop down his side across his perfectly shaped bottom and down his legs. "Yes Sabre. Wicked demons need to be shown how bad they have been." The crop touched his backside with a sting, then another that was soft like feathers touching his flesh, then another biting one. Flori continued on and off some harsher then another. Some gentle like silk. As she did this he could hear her whispering to him... "You are such a wicked demon. You still wish to hurt him don't you? I know you want it. You crave it even, don't you Sabre?" Another lash. "Your mind is picturing me whipping him as I whip you, does it not?"
She was restless with him. Her eyes sparkled! Then he felt her hands touch him. "I need you Sabre. Once again, you must take me..." It was a demand, an order...her desire for him consuming her.
Sabre had been thinking it, thinking about her whipping Jelenis whilst he watched. How could she see it...how could she know? Every stinging bite of the riding crop told him how bad he was, Flori knew how to punish him.
He moved like a lion pinning her to the bed, he kissed her and stroked her side.
"Am I wicked for thinking it my queen?"
He stared down into her eyes.
"Part of you would love to do it to him too......you want him." He purred softly.
"You want to be the one to take his innocence.....his virginity."
Flori could deny it all she liked she felt some attraction to Jelenis, he was not jealous because she loved him too.
He smiled teasingly at her.
Jelenis sat in the room at a table finishing his food, it tasted very good and he was hungry indeed. The soft bed looked very inviting, he had not slept in a proper bed for some time now. He undressed and slipped on a shirt that he found and got under the feather comforter and felt warm. He pondered the suggestion that Flori had made, about him making a life here and he wanted that.
The only thing that worried him was Sabre.
The Demon was unpredictable, prone to bouts of spiteful behaviour and that is what he was hoping that Flori might be able to train out of him. He knew the Night Stallion was the answer....he did not know how he knew....he just did. It was evident that Flori loved Sabre and he loved her, but Jelen did worry about his situation....could he trust them?
Only hours ago he had been in a stable in the form of a pony becuase of Sabre's spite...one that Flori had indulged by going along with it. He had to be careful...very careful indeed. He had no true power over Sabre now and he no longer had Bel and Trayder, somehow though he could not believe that the pair had just deserted him. Bel had been one of his father's Generals...he had sworn to protect Jelenis even without the Protectorate.
He started to feel sleepy, his eyes growing heavy, he had a full belly and the room was toasty warm. He felt safe for now...the door was locked and undoubtedly Flori was teaching Sabre his place for the evening in their bedchamber anyway.
"You are wicked for thinking it! But I cannot blame you for I yearn for it too." It was odd to think she could blush after what she had just done to Sabre. Odder still that he knew her better then she knew herself.
Flori loved the feel of his weight on her. She let her nails run up and down his back softly. She cooed under his masterful touch.
"Sabre. I wish to! And that makes me wicked. No? Maybe I need some whipping after all?" She said seductively to him as she wrapped her leg around him. "Tell me how wicked I am for wanting you both. Only wicked women do that! Tell me Sabre."
He smiled as he slowly kissed her throat and then looked back into her eyes.
"You are a wicked wanton slut my queen!" He said in a low husky voice.
He felt her shiver at his words, not through upset but through sheer need and desire as she heard them said out loud.
"You want us both for different things.....you revel in my darkness and need for this.!" He gestured to the discarded riding crop at her side.
"But you want to slowly break his innocence by making him want it too......you want to have him beg you in his yet undiscovered confused need....you want to hear his sweet soft cries as you show him the way to his new found lust...each delicious blow against his skin as you whip him...the moment he finally surrenders himself to you.....and you see in his eyes that you are totally his mistress as well!"
His words were slowly said as he traced lazy patterns across her belly and he watched her shameful confession of wanting Jelenis.
"I would watch that moment if I could....the surrendering of his innocence to you......you will make him so needful.....so confused......he will kneel and ask you.....beg you!" He purred.
"Now my Darling.....time for you to sleep....as I wager the second object of your wanton lust does along the hall! I need to roam the night a while!"
As he traced his fingers over her flesh she was beginning to drift. Her eyes fluttering closed. "I love you." She murmured as she drifted. "Nobody will ever be loved more then I love you." She heard him saying he needed to roam the night and had she not been so exhausted she would have questioned this.
She wanted to know what he looked like in demon form. Did he roam in that mist he made? Would she be able to get Jelenis to fall for her? Could she? Then she thought of his black hair and silvery eyes. The image of him in the ally. Sabre caught her when she became startled by him rolling out from under the cart. His concern for her. She turned over eyes still closed thoughts milling in her mind. Why had he not tried to protect her further? If he thought Sabre so wicked? Nevertheless she was pleased with how things went. Sabre understood her. He taught her so much in the short time they have been one.
She finally drifted off to sleep. It was a deep one. If she dreamt this time she had no memory. Her mind and body exhausted from the last few days.
She would be woken the next morning by the clatter of hooves and the shrill neighing of a horse in the courtyard. Then there was a soft knock at her door and it opened, Jelenis stepped in and as he saw her nakedness on the coverlet he averted his eyes.
"My Lady....I am sorry....I did not realise.....I mean....." He hastily shut the door again and spoke from the other side.
"It seems Sabre is up and about early, the Night Stallion awaits us in the yard. You can join us once you are bathed and dressed for the cold."
Jelenis had never laid eyes on a naked woman before and he was somewhat embarrassed and awkward at seeing Flori so. Obviously he knew what she and Sabre had been doing the night before, he had heard their moans before he fell asleep, and what he thought was the sound of something hitting flesh.
He went down towards the Great Hall and stepped out into the brisk cold morning air, there was a slight fog in the yard and through it he saw the powerful figure of the Night Stallion, its eyes blazing like fire, its fine black mane rippling like silken strands in the wind. He was an impressive creature, twice the size of a normal horse and more feisty and ill tempered to boot. The stallion reared and neighed in challenge and stomped his hooves against the cobbles.
"Ho there Sabre!" He called as he walked towards the stable to decide what Flori and he might use to school the massive equine.
She stretched on the soft bed. Sabre was waiting for her...err...them. Yes, Jelenis and herself. Almost as if thinking of the young man he materialized. The door opened but once he glanced upon her he quickly shut it. Letting her know that Sabre was ready. Flori was most apological as she said "Excuse me Jelenis." She pulled the sheet up but the boy already closed the door to finish speaking.
"Thank you, I shall dress and be down right away."
She jumped from the bed and pulled her robe on. She took a quick glace onto the courtyard and smiled at him for a moment. Touching the cold pane of glass with her palm she was amazed at his beauty in all forms. Blowing him a kiss she turned to get dresses.
She washed up quickly. Looking at the selection Sabre had left she notice a black and red riding outfit and smiled. She pulled the scarlet red and black one. It seemed to match the saddle and riding crop. Even the boots had etchings of fine thin lines of red. The material of thick soft velvet the boots supple leather. She tied her hair back and placed the hat and gloves on. She hurried down the steps through the foyer, and out the door.
She ran and her eyes sparkled like before the last five years. When she played carefree games with friends on the traveling road. Her expression was joyous. The cold just adding to her over all appearance.
"Jelenis! Jenelis..." She stopped as she approached Sabre. "You are most handsome Sabre. What a beautiful stallion you are." She spoke to him softly. Love in every word. Giving his beast form reassurance. "Let me find our young friend. " She went to go towards the barn and looked back at him, "I cannot wait to ride you again." She winked and entered the building.
She would find the young man looking through the various riding equipment, currently bent over to rummage down in a chest. He looked quite fine in the brown leather breeches and cream shirt with a thick velvet brown overcoat. He came up with a long set of reins and set them next to a fine scarlet halter.
He turned and caught sight of Flori and smiled shyly, his black hair flopping into his eyes slightly.
"Good morning Miss." He said softly.
"Sabre is impressive in that form isn't he? Though he is quite feisty this morning."
He took in her fine riding clothes, the splendid black and red colours and her scarlet riding crop, he had some vague memory of it and he reddened slightly.
"You look very fine Miss Flori.....you'll look good atop Sabre if you can mount him."
She reached over instinctively and brushed the flock of hair that had fallen into his eye. She tucked it back and flushed slightly. "Good morning Sir." Came her own breathless whisper.
Looking back at the exit at his mention of Sabre her eyes light up and she smiled. "He does!" Nodding. "Yes when I passed him he bucked a few times. But, if I must confess I trust him. I know he will not hurt us. Something just tells me this."
She turned back and walked over to the items he pulled out as she did her eyes were taking in his own attire. He was looking handsome himself. She missed nothing. Her eyes caught everything. Sabre must have left him the clothing for it fit Jelenis perfectly and it suited his coloring.
"Ohhh, thank you..." She blushed at his compliment.
As she stood next to him she wanted to ask a few questions but was a little afraid to linger too long less Sabre got anxious. "Jelenis, later if we get a moment alone may I ask you some questions? About the forms...about what Sabre...you see..." She shook her head and laughed at herself a little. "I guess I know nothing of demons really. Only what was told in fairytales to scare youngsters into behaving. Maybe if you feel comfortable enough you would help enlighten me on them?" As she spoke her gloved hand touched his softly for the briefest of moments.
As her gloved hand gently touched his the young man's cheeks flushed red and his eyes met hers with embarrassment, he pulled back in the pretence of reaching for the scarlet saddle.
"If you want to Miss. I can share what I know about Sabre." He said quietly not quite meeting her gaze.
Jelenis felt a funny odd tingling sensation inside, he had not felt anything like it before, Flori's touch had been light, barely anything at all.
"Shall we go outside and try and work with him he said heaving the saddle onto his arm and gesturing for her to bring the halter, long reins and the saddle's matching bridle.
As he walked towards the door he had a flashback of that night in the horrible Lord Hernon's store, what had happened and his face flushed even redder. He had been bent over the table, his buttocks bared by that evil man....Flori had whipped him. He wondered whether she remembered it....he felt hotly embarrassed she had seen him that way.
Outside Sabre pranced testily, his hooves ringing on the stone. The Night Stallion was a wild beast and when he had changed before he had made himself smaller to let Flori ride, now he was twice that size, powerful and in a mood to challenge. He eyes the boy with the saddle and the girl with the bridle and riding crop. He reared, his hooves flailing and his nostrils flared, his coat was lathered with sweat.
Jelenis dragged his thoughts back to the present and took the demon horse in.
"Are you sure you can mount him Miss....he is bigger....and ill tempered to boot!"
She grabbed the items he left for her and a few cords of rope then followed him outside. Flori watched him brighten more and more and she wished for a moment that she could read his thoughts as they left the stable.
The Night Stallion was massive! "Jelenis he does look most unsettlingly larger. No doubt he is much larger then yesterday." By now all other thoughts were leaving her mind. It was as if she was working with a comrade. They were out in the wilds and trying to tame a horse for the caravans. It felt so normal she almost could forget what Sabre had to do for her in order to get them all together. She shook the thought. NO time for that, Sabres new form was going to take all her concentration.
"I don't mean to impugn your knowledge but when we needed a new horse in the caravan instead of purchasing we tamed a wild one." She looked at the massive beast and then back at Jelenis. "I was taught never to look it directly in the eye and to talk soothingly to them. I can't imagine that if he takes a form of an animal he doesn't retain some of its qualities for when he is a man he shows such human ones." She took the reins and then opened its straps wide and looped it around her arm next she took some rope and made two lassos. She handed one to Jelenis. "Please hold this one for me."
She had for all purposes ignored the great beast snice she left the stable. It was part of her training of him. Her movements were slow and steady. When she spoke her voice in control but soft. Smiling at Jelenis, "Well, here I go. When I need the other lasso I will signal for you by raising my right arm all the way up. "
She turned slowly and approached the Night Stallion. He was enormous. "Hello Sabre, my you are handsome." She approached slowly so not to spook him. "I think a handsome stallion like yourself could look so regal with a few adornments." She was getting closer.
The great beast eyed her and gave a shrill whinny prancing up on his hind legs, his great front hooves flailing the air slightly before he stomped down hard on them sending red sparks across the grey stone. He heard her soft voice, he knew that voice, part of him still was Sabre, much more of him was a true demon beast.
Jelenis watched him and he slowly came about the other side of him speaking softly.
"Ho there you great black thundercloud." He kept his voice low and gentle.
"Don't you go scaring or hurting Miss Flori now....I'll be cross with you....and so will she."
The great head swung towards Jelenis and the horse bared its teeth, which showed themselves not to be like a normal equine's...but sharp and more canine in nature. Jelenis tried not to look at the sharp teeth probably more than capable of tearing him apart.
Jelenis watched as Flori approached Sabre and he wondered what they had been doing the night before...oh....he knew...sort of...but he was curious....he shouldn't be but he was. He felt himself grow warm, it was naughty of him to think about it.....that was their private business.
"Flori I don't think he'll let you mount him!" Jelenis said tilting his head down so she could not see his faintly pink cheeks.
Flori kept herself grounded. The great stallion reared and the sparks flew as it hit the ground. She stayed still. She had to. Looking into its fiery eyes she could only see remnants of Sabre. "What a beautiful coat. So handsome he is..." She was moving so slowly.
When the horse bared its teeth it took her all not to turn her head or run from him. They were not the teeth of a horse. No, they were demon fangs. Swallowing her fear she had to push it away the beast would sense it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Repeating to herself just two friends taming a war horse nothing to get all worked up over.
The lasso on her arm was eased down her arm in motions so slow one would be hard pressed to notice. "What a handsome stud you are Sabre. So much more than any human. By far the most powerful." Her voice stayed soft and gentle, yet in control. She did not look into his eyes only at his chest, hooves, or flanks. She didn't want him to feel cornered.
In the same type of voice she looked to Jelenis. "You are right friend. There is no way I will be able to. But, I hope to get the lasso on him. I will hopefully get it over him but never tighten it. I goal is to give him the idea he is still in charge. I will do it like now." She raised her arm and let the lasso go.
It seemed like forever as it flew through the air, Flori held her breath.
Jelenis watched as the loop spiralled through the air, an odd feeling of deja vu crept through him. The Night Stallion was focussed on Flori, as the rope went neatly over his great black head and down his neck.
"You have him Flori!" Jelenis breathed.
The stallion pranced and stamped his hooves on the spot almost a little dance of agitation, tossing his head and whickering his disapproval. The boy grinned and went to fetch something from a bowl he had left on the stable sill earlier, it was a chunk of raw meat.
"Try this Miss.....a reward for him....Night Stallions don't eat sugar or apples."
As if scenting the bloody meat the horse almost ceased his posturing and naughty behaviour and turned to look as Jelenis handed the meaty treat to Flori.
"You are a wicked one Sabre!" Jelenis said gently.
"Come on naughty boy.....be good for Miss Flori."
Flori took the so called treat and made a silly face at Jelenis. "Thanks." She carefully approached the great stallion with the offering. Letting him know what a beautiful stead he was.
"Come on now Sabre here you are, look what sweet Jelenis brought for you. What a handsome boy you are. So handsome."
The rope around the stallion was kept loose. The purpose was to get the beast use to having it on. She would try to walk with it after it enjoyed the tasty morsel. This was just an exercise of trust. As handed the treat up to Sabre she kept her eyes averted. This was not to show weakness it is to show they were equals. She did not look down of cower she stood tall and confident.
When she averted her eyes she glanced over at Jelenis. He was looking quite manly in his attire. When he spoke it had more authority to it. She couldn't help but smile. His hair was so dark it made such a contrast to his features. As his hair would sometimes cross his eyes she wanted to go over and tuck it back again. She wondered what he was feeling. Did he know her desire for him? Could he tell? Would he really forgive her for the things she had done to him?
"Jelenis, want to hold the rope with me? He may buck a bit but as long as we do not tug back it should be fine. IF he runs we drop the rope. No tightening of the lasso. This is a trust activity. Before we can ride him he must trust us."
He came over and stood next to her his hand taking hold of the rope as the Night Stallion chew at the raw meat. He smiled a little to Flori and he spoke softly to Sabre.
"There now.....you wicked handsome thing.....is that good hmmmm."
He stood quietly watching the horse as he kicked his back heels in a slight buck, he had to wonder how Flori managed him in his Human form? Obviously their love play took a varied stance, perhaps she was as dominant there too.
He chewed his lip delicately always a giveaway sign that he was confused or perplexed, but the biggest giveaway was the faint colouring of his pale cream skin as he thought a little too much about what had been done behind that closed door.
He glanced to Flori and then away again, he wanted to ask....but how could he.....it was not polite.
"Looks like he has finished his treat....what now?" He said a little too hastily....the tone laced with guilt at his thoughts.
She could not help but do a double look at him. His voice was odd and he was tinted with a blush. It became him though. "Let's try to get him to walk with us. We should set the pace as we do not want the rope to tighten and if it does it is very important to just drop it. We do not want him to feel as if he is cornered."
She placed her gloved hands over his and stood there for a moment. "So far it is going well. He is a wild one. Much more than anything I have tried to tame before. But I worry not. We all want to be tamed in some way don't we?" She winked at him and gave a saucy smile.
Flori began to walk forward. She watched Sabre closely to make sure he moved as well. She did not want to tug on him.
Flori walked forward and Sabre ambled along beside her, Jelenis was left standing where he stood, her saucy words ringing in his ears, the delicate flush now a deep crimson. He was left wondering what it might be like if the woman tamed him like she did Sabre behind that closed door. His heart was pounding in his chest a little as his eyes took in the curvy figure that walked away from him leading the huge black Night Stallion.
"I am going into the stable....to take the saddle back" He called out, too ashamed to let her see his flushed face.
He hefted the scarlet leather saddle up onto his shoulder and walked quickly towards the stable. Once inside he dropped it and leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, it would be embarrassing, he would not know how to begin to please her after she had Sabre as a lover...she didn't even want him anyway...why would she want a naive virgin! His thoughts drifted back to that night in the shop as she had punished him and he felt an odd thrill course through his belly. She had hurt him why would he feel excited by it?
"You are disgusting...and she wants Sabre....you are bad Jelenis....very bad!" He whispered to himself.
"Who gets excited by a few words and a saucy smile....really! You show your inexperience like a naive boy!" He chastised himself.
As Jelenis rushed inside the stable the Night Stallion whickered, almost a laugh and pranced on his toes as he walked near Flori. She would hear a voice inside her head, Sabre's full of amusement.
"You have our little Jelenis all in a lather Flori my Flower!" He chuckled.
"Remember I have spent years understanding that boy's thoughts and actions....he is most confused at the moment, your enticing little comment has him all heated!"
The Stallion stopped his walk and reared a little, the noose tightening.
"He wonders what it might be like Flori...to be behind closed doors with you....how you might tame him...his mind is on what you did in the shop...as humiliated as he felt by it...he feels that deep forbidden tingle in the pit of his belly!"
He let the girl think a moment.
"You should go in that stable and tell him off for something....make a threat of chastisement and watch his face...watch the disappointment flit across his eyes when you do not carry through! If you want him Flori....you need to tease him...flirt....send his thoughts into a frenzy. Make it the only thing he thinks of....you....being with you...you want him my Queen...he is yours for the taking!" The Demon purred.
The Night Stallion reared again and tossed his head violently pulling the rope from her hands and trotted off across the yard to stick his head in the bowl of meaty treats on the sill. he had been naughty too....treats had to be earned.
Flori heard Sabre as if he were speaking. She had to look at the Night Stallion twice. She smiled and when he shook his head and took off it almost looked as if he was prancing. Like a show horse would at the festivals. She had to laugh. Sabre was nothing if now confident. She nodded yes and silently told him. Yes my dark knight I believe you to be right. It will be most amusing to tease him so.
She skipped off in the direction of the stable. Once she arrived at the doors she stood and readied herself. Sabre said to chastise him. So her silly smile had to go. Taking a few calming breaths she squared her shoulders and put a blank look on her face to clear her thoughts. She slipped through the doorway and found Jelenis right inside leaning on the wall. The beautiful saddle laying on the table.
His head looked down and he seemed to be battling himself over something
"Excuse me Jelenis. I couldn't help but notice how you've been behaving out in the courtyard. Please don't get me wrong." She stopped letting her eyes infuse with what appeared to be hurt. "I want you here I do, but, but...You must stop looking at me like you do. I realized you walked in accidently this morning." She looked up a bit embarrassed or so she hoped she appeared. "I mean it was an accident right Jelenis? You aren't trying to get me to bed you are you? This isn't about you trying to get back at Sabre by using and hurting me now is it?" She took a step back and a disgusted look crossed her face. "Listen we will not speak of this. I will forget all of it, as I did wrong by you once when I was not in my right mind. Please let's stop so we can live peacefully together."
As she was speaking she began to turn and leave the building. "I want you Jelenis. I want you here." She said the last part in a softer voice. She was thinking by phasing it as she did it would cause him some confusion as to what she had just said before. She exited the stable with a huge grin on her face. She looked around for Sabre.
If he was confused before she walked in as she stood and spoke her piece he was more so now, her voice chastising him, his handsome face paled and his grey eyes lowered to stare at the floor. She accused him of wanting to bed her to spite Sabre, then said she wanted him....wanted him here....what did she mean?
He watched as she turned and left the stable to go outside and his cheeks burned with shame, he was having such odd thoughts in this moment. The tone of her voice as she told him off, made him feel so small, he should have felt terrible but he did not, all he had was that odd tingle in the pit of his stomach again.
He pushed back off the wall and started after her.
"Miss Flori...Please wait....." He said earnestly.
"This morning....truly it was an accident....I am sorry if you feel I have done wrong.....I am sorry if you think I have looked at you inappropriately....By the Gods....you must think me ever so bad....I am sorry."
The horse looked up from his bloody treats in the bowl and whickered softly.
Flori would hear the voice in her mind once more.
"Tut...Tut...naughty little boy! Did you tell him off Flori"Sabre purred.
She turned with a sweet smile to Jelenis. "I believe you. Nooooo...not bad just. I want us to be together. We can please each other in many ways." She had the most innocent expression on her face. Her words twisted in such a way they could mean so many different things.
"I see us all here being very happy together. We will get past this. Let's not say anything to Sabre. He gets a little, um, testy sometimes." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Then pranced further into the courtyard. "Sabre?" She called out as if he didn't communicate with her. She once again silently let him know she did just that and then teased him further with her most innocent of stands.
"Oh there you are. Naughty stallion! Eating all the meaty treats." She said it in a soft sweet voice. He was still after all an untamed Night Stallion with massive hooves and fangs. She gingerly picked up the rope and waited for him. "Want to go for a lovely stroll with me?" She tentively reached her hand to stroke his midnight black fur.
Jelenis stood there not quite knowing what to say, but his heart was hammering uncharacteristically fast in his chest. Her words were so confusing...so full of innuendo...did all women speak in this way? Then she kissed his cheek and he bit his lip, it was such a sweet boyish little gesture, if he realised he was doing it and that is how it looked it was likely he would not ever do it again.
The Horse looked towards Flori as she spoke, telling him off ever so sweetly for eating all the treats. As she reached for the rope he skittered back daintily and tugged on it.
"Miss...shouldn't you be firmer with him....he ate all the treats....he shouldn't have been allowed them!" Jelenis said mildly.
The demon laughed in Flori's mind.
"Hah....be firmer with me! That is what he needs and wants Flori...I see it in his mind!"
"Miss....He is toying with you! Don't let him...show him who is his mistress! He did nothing to earn extra rewards." Jelenis said again a little firmer this time.
"Maybe you should threaten to punish him Flori Flower....show him who his mistress is!" Sabre teased softly in her mind.
"You know he wants it!"
The Night Stallion reared to his full height and jerked the rope from Flori's gloved hand , baring his sharp canines, he truly was a scary beast or would be to most. Jelenis moved forward and pulled Flori back from the large hooves.
"Bloody Underworld Sabre, I should have bought that large training whip from the stable you great brute!" The boy said tersely.
"Perhaps your woman should have used that last night'. He said in frustration.
I do Sabre...This she again just sent to him silently. She turned to look at Jelenis.
"Shhhh, remember this is supposed to be about trust. He will not trust us if we whip him and then we all will fail." She narrowed her eyes and then pulled her shoulders upright.
"You like the whip don't you Jelenis?" She was speaking again almost as one would a frightened animal, soft, kind. Her eyes wide. "Maybe I need to whip you instead? Yes our stallion was naughty but so are you being naughty as well."
She dropped the lasso and walked towards Jelenis. "Is this what I need to do with you as well? Maybe? Keep you in line as well so your demon doesn't escape?" She was close to him now and she slide the back of her gloved hand down the side of his face. "Some require being punished. They need it. Is this what I need to do with you sweet Jelenis?"
He trembled beneath her touch, her words causing such tortured confusion in his mind.
"I..I...am not naughty." He breathed, his chest heaving slightly.
His pupils had dilated and his pale cream skin had turned the faintest of crimsons and he looked away from her his heart pounding.
"Oh he wants it alright Flori!" Sabre Purred.
"Look at his skin...his quickening of breath...avoiding your gaze....I think our little virgin is aroused!"
Jelenis backed away from her a little and tried to regain himself, how was she doing this to him, he was not some naughty little boy that she could tell off or threaten to punish.
"You are mistaken!" He said sharply.
"Oh Ho!" Sabre laughed.
"Now he is feisty....perhaps you should take him in the stable Flori and punish him for the naughty little boy he is being!" The Demon teased.
The Night Stallion trotted off across the yard and stamped his hooves as if inciting Flori onwards.
Flori couldn't help but smile as she watched him become so flustered. "Sweet Jelenis." She cooed softly. The she smiled and using Sabre's words she scolded the young man playfully. "Am I Jelenis? Am I really mistaken? Perhaps we should find out. Need I take you by the hand and led you into the stables for a proper punishment." She approached him again giving him no time to recoup himself. "Oh and I think you will enjoy it this time...Come now let me undress your naughtiness."
As she spoke she knew she was playing with her words. She thought his biting of the lip before and his now flushed skin was appealing and sweet all at the same time. She reached out again for the errant piece of hair and brushed it back behind his ear or tied too.
As she did this she silently spoke to Sabre. My dark king do we dare take it further or should I pull back and let him think of this punishment all night and stir his desire for us further?
The wind had picked up and snow was falling softly over the courtyard. As they spoke puffs of white could be seen and they were getting heavier as they each imagined what types of punishments she would administer to him. And she did want to. Maybe not like before but this type would be so much more powerful. She would cast him in her heart and this would be a better bond then his fear of her...no the fear of her leaving him would be so much greater...she wanted it all the more.
"T'is up to you my sweetling!" Sabre said watching the pair from across the courtyard.
Jelenis was not trembling through fear, it was through pent up unexplored need, he did not fully understand what the woman was doing to him except deep down he wanted her to. His eyes flickered momentarily to the stable and then back to her and then he looked down at the cobbles very ashamed of what he felt. He closed his eyes, thick long dark lashes obscured the silvery grey now and he was still chewing his lip anxiously.
"Am I naughty Miss Flori?" He asked.
"I think you are just teasing me...you'll not do that to me...I am sure." He said in a soft whisper.
"I do not think I have done anything that warrants such a thing...before you only punished me because Sabre told you to."
He opened his eyes and looked shyly at her.
"If I have truly displeased you...I am willing to be punished."
Sabre chuckled inside Flori's head.
"See my love....now he is yours almost....it is your choice....punish him now....or not.....I wager he'll virtually hand his virginity on a plate to you in that stable if you decide to!"
There was a brief pause.
"Or....make him wait....whatever is your desire my Honey Flower. Perhaps I should turn him back into a pretty white pony again and let him think on it for a few days. Though I wager you will get a horse to ride today if I did...he will be sweet and tame for you."
She feigned a little demur stance as she looked at him. His manner as well as his speech was endearing to her and she once agin spoke to her love silently. Not just yet love. I want him to linger in his turmoil. And he will this I am certain of.
Flori had decided not to push him to much today. She wanted him to linger a bit in this burning desire. She thought making him wait another day would truly have him panting at her heals. So she would tease him more. Tweak his hidden emotions and desires. Have him think of all the things they could do together...he knew as did she that he wanted her in a primal way. Only the touch of flesh would ebb his need, wants, and desires.
"Sweet Jelenis. You do need a proper scolding! one much more befitting to you then the last one I gave." She slide her hand down his shoulder and back to his bum and touched him softly. "I want to do it here." She rubbed his cheek. "I want to see you bend over for me and take your punishment." She pulled back from him but brought her lips very close to his and she spoke in a whisper. "I want you to think of this place as your home and myself as well...someone you can enjoy.
Her hand went back to his bum and stroked it slowly.
There was almost tears in his sweet silvery eyes as she spoke her words, words that were designed to make him need punishing so badly it was all that he could think of. Then her hand slid to caress his bottom and it was more than he could stand.
Sabre watched from his vantage point across the courtyard, the young man was ripe for the picking, but Flori thought perhaps another day and her sweet little peach would truly be ready. It would be a special day that day, Jelenis begging for Flori to punish his perceived naughtiness, of course the boy had done nothing wrong it was all in his confused tormented little mind. He was ashamed of his bloodline, he thought he needed to hide it, Flori had gently played on that to perfection.
"Miss....I am bad....I know it I have a Demon blood in me.....I cannot help it truly." Jelenis said one or two crystal tears on his cheeks.
"Please....punish me...make me good...please." He sobbed.
Sabre was taken aback at his words, so sweet, so earnest, so easy in the end to drag out, the day he gave himself up had to be so special....done so carefully.
"Flori...you are a temptress!" Sabre purred.
"Send him to his room like a naughty child, his punishment for today, tell him you need to think on how you might carry out your words.....we must discuss this...how it is to be done my Angel...it has to be so special...and I need to be able to see." The Daemon whispered in her mind.
Jelenis was trembling, his face downcast, his body felt hot especially his face and rump where her hands had touched him. He had never felt this way, so bad, no needful, so almost twisted in this desire to have her do what she spoke of. He was sure Bel and Trayder would be horrified to see him thus. He was a terrible person and he knew it, people had died around him as a child, his mother had to punish him too, she said in these moments that he was a wicked little boy who would come to no good and her words echoed in his ears at that moment. This was wrong....so wrong.
He pulled back from Flori and brushed at his eyes.
"I am sorry Miss....really....I need to go inside....and be alone for a bit....I need to think. My Mother was right. I am wicked and I don't deserve to be around someone sweet like you!"
He turned round and almost fled back towards the fortress, up the stairs, and through the Great Hall and into his room, locking the door. He threw himself upon the bed and sobbed, he had been like a demon, wanton, craven needing Flori to do the things she promised. He felt so ashamed of himself, ashamed that part of him desired it, wanted it so badly. He was dismayed that he could want Flori to punish him in such a manner that she actually wanted to do it as well. What did she see in him? Did she see the Demon? Did it influence her like Sabre?
Down in the courtyard Sabre changed, a black mist surrounding his huge equine form until it dwindled to that of his Human one. He came to put his arms about Flori and kissed the nape of her neck.
"Oh My Flori Flower....have you ever seen such a confused thing like Jelenis." He said softly.
"The torment....the guilt...at wanting it....but thinking himself depraved for doing so."
He stroked her hair lightly.
"What are we going to do with him love.....what are we going to do?"
Jelenis finally ceased his sobbing and lay curled in a ball on the bed feeling sorry for himself much as he did only a few scant years ago when he had been a child. He had often laid like this after his mother had punished him, she had been the only one the Demons had allowed to do it. Sabre had killed the school master and once when a maid had gone to chastise him she had mysteriously fallen over a balcony. His mother had died when he was fifteen, three years ago, Sabre had pushed her down some stairs after trying to take her son to see a prominent doctor about his imaginary friends.
His mother hated the way he talked to something she could not see and often blamed Jelenis for the fact his father had left. She had described him to the boy only the once, saying that he and his father had looked so alike except for the eyes..he had her grey eyes. She had taken to punishing him for little things but the biggest had been when he had tried to run away when he was fourteen, to try and find his father. The local constabulary had bought him back two days later, by the scruff of his neck into his mother's drawing room. She was beside herself, at first hugging him and speaking sweet words to him, when the guard had left her demeanour had changed. Jelen knew then he was going to be in for it.
She had ranted and raved at him, about his thoughtless and his lack of consideration and then she had sat in her chair and gestured sharply to him. At first he had balked at her command, he was too old to be punished in such a way! Her look had been like thunder and in the end, red faced, he placed himself across her lap and she had tanned him within an inch of his life with a leather strap, all while making sure he knew what a wicked boy he was with each stinging blow to his exposed behind. Afterwards he was sent to his room with no supper and he could not sit comfortably and had spent the time laid on his belly cursing his mother. None of the Demons had intervened then either...only Sabre had seemed happy saying how he had delighted in the spectacle. It had been humiliating and he wagered no other lads he knew were punished so childishly.
He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep but the memory of Flori mixed with that of the past were too prominent. His mother would think him a wicked and immoral thing now, flirting and wanting this woman. Oh likely she would punish him now if she were alive for his behaviour which she would have considered ungentlemanly...she often made reference to how elegant and refined his father was, a proper gentleman despite his blood. Why couldn't Jelenis be more like him. Sabre always came across as such when he was in his Human form, no wonder Flori liked him so much. He was wicked and knew just what to say and when, Flori wanted him and would always want him.
He finally did fall asleep but all he heard in his head was that belt and his mother's scathing words.
Flori had no chance to send him to his room. The poor boy was so confused he ran from her. He did want her she could see it in his eyes. His human side wanted her but what of his dormant demon? Though he kept it hidden and down it had to influence some part of him.
His need of being punished by her was a tiger she wanted to explore. He had to realize that it wasn't his demon asking for it. As she was not a demon and she craved to engage in the activity. How could she show him it was not wrong, that his desire was natural. Then she heard Sabre and she watched him. As Sabre changed in the mist and came to her she felt her heart swell. He was beautiful in every form.
"Oh love, yes we must devise a plan for his and my union. One you can enjoy and freely watch. I am just at a loss of ideas at the moment. So much running through my mind." She hugged his body tightly to her. Burying her face into his chest. She stayed there for a few minutes before pulling back and looking up into lost pools of black.
"He mentioned his mother. She called him wicked?" Her features showing her mind at work running over what little she knew of the young man. "Did his mother know? What her husband had been? What Jelenis possessed within him?" She stroked her hands over his sides and her well toned arms. "Did she know of you and the other two?"
It was odd that he mentioned his mother. He just assumed she had been a loving and doting mother. But if she wasn't then Flori might be able to work on the angle and bring out the man Jelenis hide. Something happened that made him see his heritage as a bad thing. This bothered Flori. For he may never be wicked like Sabre but she was sure he could be coaxed into being a force to be reckoned with. His softer side could prevail and as a soldier for them he could be amazing. But she needed to get him to trust her and love her. She knew he needed that part. Sabre had taken first and then came to care for her. Jelenis needed to know she cared first only then would she be able to gain his loyalty.
Sabre held her close and listened to her questions.
"His mother knew alright exactly what his father was....though her....she was odd....I could never understand her, stuck up bitch!" He mused.
"Part of her doted on Jelenis...but deep down she knew what the boy was too and she did call him wicked on many occasions. She would punish the child for all manner of things, I think that boy spent half of his childhood getting punished by her." He said softly.
"And yes...she knew about us...hated us too, would make the boy pretend not to see us or talk to us. I pushed her down the stairs in the end when Jelenis was fifteen, good riddance!"
He led Flori towards the hall and sat her in a chair by the fire and bought her a goblet of wine.
"He ran away when he was fourteen you know...to look for his father, local guard found him after two days and bought him home. His mother was most displeased...bearing in mind he was fourteen...she put him across her knee and tanned his behind with a strap until he was scarlet...she called him wicked, inconsiderate, bad, all sorts of things and then sent him to bed." He shook his head.
"We never intervened in her punishments of him, his father made it clear that we could not."
He came to sit in a chair opposite hers, first making sure her glass was topped up before he sat.
"He was so close my Queen....he wanted it....he wanted you....I could hear his heart thundering, I could see his thoughts." He whispered softly.
He stared into the flickering flames of the great fireplace and mused on what he had seen.
"He was so close...so ripe for the plucking my dear Flori....I think his mother's conditioning of him got in the way, he thought himself wicked and bad, it seems that witch did not punish him for no reason at all after all."
He turned his handsome face to regard Flori.
"She used it to put barriers in his sweet mind."
He sigh very sweetly and sat back in his chair.
"What will we do Flori...how do we make him see that pain can be pleasure and pleasure can be pain?"
Jelenis woke, he did not know how long he had been asleep but he felt groggy and hungry and when the memories of the morning had come back he felt very ashamed. He had wanted it so badly...he associated affection with such things...it was the only way his mother truly paid him attention. He was a wicked creature and such a thing deserved that sort of treatment. When Flori had said she should have taken him into the stable, he had ached for her to just do it...grab him by the wrist and drag him there.
Her voice lilted in his head, it was all he could hear, he could still feel her light touch on his rear saying how she wanted to punish him there. He chewed his lip and closed his eyes willing that alluring siren's voice to leave his mind.
Would it have been so bad if she had? It would have been done by now...perhaps he might be calmer?
He took a deep breath and then another....trying to still his racing heart.
What was happening to him?
They walked with Sabre leading her to a chair but the fire. He explained to her the relationship between Jelenis and his mother. It was not what she had expected to learn. For some reason she thought his relationship was one of love and kindness. Him being spoilt. This was going to have to be handled delicately.
Flori sipped from her goblet and thought about the situation. "Sabre, he already associates whipping with a form of affection. At his mother's hand. I can see why he is at odds now. He isn't sure if his lust is wrong. I need to help him see it isn't. Tonight at dinner I will be extra kind and gentle...but with a hint of domination over him. He appears to me to be the type that needs to be dominated to accept the punishment. So he can justify to himself he had no control over it." She swirled the wine in the goblet and smiled as she watched it.
She knew what Jelenis felt and she wanted to break him free. Like how Sabre had done so for her. Sometimes the thing we fear is what sets us free. She had freed slavery and yet as Sabre welded his power over her she succumbed to him and learned in his ownership of her mind she now was free. Had he not shown her the beauty of being with him. Sabre had given her freedom in his corruption of her. Now she truly loved him. He no longer needed to influence her mind she would always be his and please him no matter what she needed to do.
"I think we should dress for the evening and wake up our little dark prince." Flori wanted the young man's touch and she would make his first time a thing he would always look back on and enjoy remembering, unlike her own bitter one. "Tonight I think we will let him explore his demon within and you my sweet Sabre will coach him. Guide him...as I show him how sweet pain can truly be." She had gotten up from her chair and was now leaning over Sabre her hand softly caressing his handsome face.
Sabre smiled as she spoke her words and watched her plans form.
"I will try my dear, but dislikes me, he finds me distasteful but as you command I will attempt to coach him."
"How do you plan to play your part in this little love....and how might you dress?" He whispered in her ear as she leaned over him.
His thoughts went to Jelenis, he could feel him stirring up above, still muchly confused and guilt ridden. The boy was a mess thanks to his mother, but in some ways it did make things a little easier, he viewed punishment in a very different way to most.
"Our little prince wakes my love...I shall go and see to his bathing and clothing and try to settle him, though perhaps having him still anxious and flighty might play to your dinner plans, you might assert your dominance if you wish."
He reached up to kiss her deeply and then rose.
"What colour would you have him dressed in this eve?"
He had thoughts on speaking softly with Jelenis and intimating that Flori liked him indeed, but she thought that he was somewhat naughty and in need of gentle instruction as to what was good behaviour. He would say that she spoke of what happened in the courtyard and that he thought that such a thing might be just what was needed, perhaps Flori would be a greatly needed influence on him. There would be whispered intimations of how Flori tamed him....how good it felt...how Jelenis too might like to try....Flori was a good teacher and a firm disciplinarian. He knew that would set the boy all of a nervous flutter...the need surfacing again and with Flori's gentleness yet hint of dominance at dinner he might succumb.
Flori kissed him back her hand clinging to his neck. She would never grow tired of this demons kisses.
"I think he should wear black with accents in red. You too if I may request." Her voice husky from their kiss. "I would love to wear that dress you gave me our first night. If I may?" Even though she was husky with growing desire for him she also conveyed a bit a humbleness. She was ever mindful of all he did for both of them. Without him she would be nothing. At least this is how she saw it.
Flori told him she would sit next to Jelenis and see to his every need. Give him the loving attention he never quite had. Yet do it with a firm hand. She would make suggestions of what she wanted with him and he would come to want them by her mere suggestion. She would speak of the love that Sabre and she shared and how beautiful it was. That Sabre was skilled where she never was and she would love to have him bring us all closer together. To love one another freely with no restrictions.
"I love you Sabre, please understand this is just me saying it. I know what you are and what you are capable of but I care not of all that. I love you of my own free will."
She went up to her changing room. Still in awe of all he did for her. She noted her bath water was all ready waiting and smiled, Sabre. He tended her every need. How could she not love him. She cared not what he may have done. He took her and saved her from a life of abuse. In every form. She closed her eyes and remembered the night Lord Hernon took everything from her. And Sabre didn't care. She would make sure Jelenis had no harsh memories. His first time would be beautiful.
Sabre went upstairs after Flori and made his way to Jelenis' room, he tried the handle but the door was locked and he smiled briefly, locks had no meaning to him. With a soft 'snick' the key turned in the lock and he entered to find the young man huddled on the bed, his beautiful face still stained with tears. He said on the edge of the bed and reached out gently to stroke his hair, his voice soft and gentle.
"Jelen...Jelen...why the tears?" He whispered so softly.
"I know you are frightened...what Flori offered you was tempting....oh so tempting...but I know you were torn...conflicted...you are pure.....you are young...it is understandable that such needs might scare you." He crooned.
Those soft silvery eyes turned to the Demon, Jelenis had not often heard Sabre speak so gently, but he had known him for such a long time.
"Sabre....I wanted it so much....I would have done it....but I felt wicked....she always said I was wicked and bad...mother always said it."
The Demon rose and touched the edge of the tub in the room and it filled with warmed scented water.
"Come my Jelen....bathe, it will make you feel better, then dress and we can have dinner...Flori wants us to have dinner...don't let her think you petulant and naughty by not coming...you know what your mother did to petulant boys." He trailed off.
Slowly, responding to the words Jelenis rose and stripped off and climbed into the bath, Sabre slowly washed him, whispered soft words to him, coaxing words, telling how much Flori was teaching him...that his taming excited him and he begged for it....him...a Demon Prince.
Once he was bathed Sabre assisted him from the bath and got him dressed, in breeches of black velvet and a shirt of black silk, the arms slashed with red inserts. He placed a waistcoat of black and red brocade and helped him into soft black leather boots. The young man was trusting, doing all the demon asked. As they headed towards the door Sabre's attire melted to match Jelenis, he took Jelen by the wrist and gently led him downstairs, he could feel the boy tremble, like a delicate creature beneath his hold, he looked to him, so beautiful with his pale cream skin and raven black hair and silvery eyes.
"There is my beautiful one." Sabre crooned.
"My pretty Jelenis....our lovely boy."
Flori continued to indulge in her bath. She thought of Jelenis and let her hands wander over her body as she did. Bringing herself to a very pleasurable place.
She stepped from the bath and went to the dressing room. Sabre had left the dress. She smiled.
Flori applied the scented oil to her skin that he left. She smelled of frosted red berries and snow. She combed her hair and pulled it back with the terra he left her. The blue stones matched her eyes.
She put the black and scarlet red dress on. In it she felt beautiful. It was the first pretty thing she ever had. She slipped on the garment and shoes. Then she applied the dark red lip stain. She thrilled and smiled at her final reflection.
Walking down into the great room she sat and waited for Sabre and Jelenis. She thought for a moment of how sweet this night was going to be. Jelenis would be introduced to the pleasures of becoming a man. And it would be done with her love, Sabre.
Flori could not believe how her life had turned out. They would be happy together, the three of them. Would make a family and maybe who knows how many others would flock to them and that little village they could create. She wanted that with Sabre as their lord and she and Jelenis beside him.
She heard them coming down the stairs her smile natural...sweet....seductive.
Jelenis took the last step into the Great Hall to see Flori already there dressed in scarlet and black just like himself, just like Sabre. The Demon did not let go of his wrist as he led him firmly yet gently to Flori's side.
Sabre felt him tremble more when he saw the woman, felt his re-surgence of the morning's memories, scared anticipation and so much more complicated thoughts.
"You look beautiful my queen." Sabre said softly kissing her cheek, letting go of Jelenis to embrace her closely.
"And look at our pretty Jelenis.....so beautiful too....is he not.....quite kissable...no?"
It was true enough, in his scared innocence the young man looked very kissable...very touchable...very....well.....many other delights too.
"Good evening Miss." Jelenis managed somehow to get the words out, he bowed a little as was polite.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the floor not quite wanting to meet Flori's gaze.
Sabre grinned and stood next to Flori to take in the young man and view him.
"He is such an innocent thing is he not...Take charge of him Flori, lets us get our meal underway."
Jelenis flushed at the way Sabre spoke about him, he made him sound good, he called him innocent...all the things mother had quite clearly said he was not. If he were those things truly then Flori would not have said he needed punishing, his heart beat a little faster at the thought of her doing so.
Sabre picked up on the thread of Jelen's thoughts and the increase of his heart beat and he spoke to Flori in her mind.
"Still his thoughts are on what you said to him this morning....perhaps you should have just done it love, chastised him in the stable! Play your plan out...show him gentleness and sweetness....but have that firmness with him...he will melt I wager....the moment you whisper your plans to him!"
Flori stood when they entered. They were a portrait of perfection really. Sabre with his silvery hair and black eyes. Jelenis with his silver eyes and black hair. Sabre with an aura of wicked elegance surrounding him and Jelenis the air of innocence. So different yet both very compelling in their own way.
"Evening gentlemen." She nodded and held her hand out to Sabre as he approached.
"He is Sabre. He most certainly is." She squeezed Sabre's hand tightly and then released it. She approached Jelenis. "You are still going to have to answer for running away from me sweet Jelenis. After we dine I shall be forced to punish you I think for not properly asking to be excused." She gave him a pout.
Taking his hand she led him to the table and waited for him to pull her chair. She sat and patted the one right next to her. Flori's smile grew as she heard what Sabre was telling her. It was beginning to make her ache with need for it. She looked at Sabre her eyes smoldered with lust and desire. Her breathing was beginning to quicken.
"Jelenis" She leaned in close to him and her hand was resting on his arm. Her fingers caressing him through the soft material. "You ran from me and now I will need to punish you for that. What a naughty boy you were. Innocent though you appear, we know how you long to feel my lashing." Her words were nothing more than a whisper in the boy's ear. She leaned forward to show off the curve of her ample breasts. Her fingers circling his arm.
Yet she looked up with her eyes swimming with unfulfilled desire and spoke to Sabre as sweetly as ever. "Will you pour us some wine love?" She smiled at him. "Maybe you would be able to help me administer my lashing of this naughty innocent boy love. Make sure I do not go too easy on him. Would you do that for me Sabre? Make sure his innocence's doesn't beguile me into being soft. I believe Jelenis knows he needs a proper lashing."
She took his hand and brought it to her lips and kissed each fingertip. "Don't you Jelenis. You know right?" Again her voice lowered to a soft whisper.
No-one could look more embarrassed than Jelenis did in that moment when she whispered the words in his ear. Before he could stop it words tumbled from his lips.
"I have displeased you Miss, I am wicked and I need lashing, mother said it so often." He said almost tearfully.
Sabre grinned as he poured the wine.
"Of course I will help My Queen, Jelenis is a naughty young man and would benefit from your firm hand with him!"
Jelenis heard the words spoke and he just sat there but a little voice inside told him it was wrong. As Sabre watched the turmoil he saw something odd, a silvery shimmer about the boy, nothing a mortal could detect but he caught the oddest scent of flowers in the air.
This could not be true, how could it, only Angelics had such a scent when distressed. The boy had their blood on his veins too...that was what he could not place about his mother! It had to be done, the boy had to be led towards darkness. How had he never noticed it before.
"Flori...I don't think his punishment should not wait, I think you need to administer that lashing right now!" The demon purred.
She turned her head sharply in his direction. "If it pleases your grace then we shall."
She took a calming breath to right herself. Sabre hadn't been forceful but he had seemed a bit urgent in his desire to have her begin. But maybe like herself he was eager to have him. "Jelenis. It is time."
She leaned into to boy as he sat. She pressed her lips to his. Her stained red lips. Full and soft she kissed him gently. She wanted him to get use to her taste and scent. Flori placed her hands on either side of his face and held him softly. She slowly broke the kiss.
"I think you are ready Jelenis." She stood and took him by both hands pulling him up and pressing herself against him. She cooed in his ear... "My riding crop will look delicious against your bare flesh. I cannot wait to feel how hot your skin will get as I tend to it and help make it feel better." She kept him close but not too close. Enough for him to feel the heat coming from her body and the swell of her breast as her breathing increased.
"As they walked up the stairs every so often she would let her hand graze his bum and she would whisper things like..."right here...or maybe here...first a good lashing then my care...would you like that sweet Jelenis?"
She looked to make sure Sabre was with them. It was most important to her that he witness this. For it was what he wanted and she would stop at nothing to give him his every desire.
He followed her as if in a trance as she spoke to him touched him, the taste of wine and berries still upon his lips from her kiss. Every fibre of him screamed that this was wrong but he could not seem to pull away....just like when his mother punished him.
"Yes Miss." He heard himself say.
Sabre followed behind his dark eyes narrowed as he saw the shimmer still about him, it was odd, he had never seen it...was the young man so distressed that it was manifesting now, battling with the demon inside him that wanted to be punished.
Sabre smiled to Flori and spoke in her mind.
"New development my love....hence my haste, an unforeseen complication....it seems our sweet one is not Human after all...the blood of an Angelic mixes with that of the demon...his powers are starting to show...he needs to be shown a darker way to suppress the Angelic for now!"
He spoke out loud now.
"Flori...the riding crop just will not do....Jelenis was always punished with a strap isn't that right Jel? Your mother used to tan you with a strap."
The boy's face paled and his breathing quickened.
"Sabre....no....please." He whispered.
The demon grinned.
"Did you know Flori...Jelenis was put across his mother's knee right up to the age of fifteen....because he was such a wicked boy....don't you think he is a wicked boy Flori darling."
Tears spilled from the silvery grey eyes onto perfect creamy cheeks and he chewed his lip. He was so torn...so confused, her kiss....her words....but it was wrong....wrong.
"Please Miss....pay no heed to Sabre....just let me go to my room...please....you and he can take your night together and sate yourselves....please."
Sabre told her. She understood. In order for them to be complete his demon needed to dominate his angelic side. She had to hurry.
But Jelenis' words tore at her. She thought this could play into their game. She would embrace his torment and mix with it. She wanted him but she also wanted him to give himself to her. She just needed to show him the way. So when she approached her bed chamber door. The one with the beautiful golden bed she stopped and took both his hands in hers. Her eyes shimmered with tears. She pulled them closer to her chest and as she did she let them graze her ample breasts before placing them on her heart.
"So you do not want me then Jelenis?" Her eyes looked downcast. Filled with hurt. "I know what you feel Jelenis. I do know. My master whipped me and hurt me in so many ways. I was hoping you could take that hurt away. Sabre cannot do it all. I need someone like you to cleanse me. But you have to want to and now I see you don't." She dropped her hands letting him pull away if he wanted. "I guess I should have guessed you never really wanted me you only wanted to take Sabre from me and leave me alone. It is okay Jelenis. I understand and I do not hate you. I just...I had hope...I...I...wish you the best I do. But I can see someone as pure and as good as you could never care for one as soiled as myself. I am nothing to you, a whore you one friend called me. Guess you think this as well."
She stood there and her body was ripe for the taking but her words were said to appeal to the very thing Sabre had hoped to ward off. But if she played it just right the thing they fought would bring the boy to them. She would not only succeed in whipping him she would bed him and take his innocence as well. Her eyes shone with shame and remorse. A splattering of tears. Her full rich mouth quivering as she stood there waiting for him to send her away. Forcing him into a position that would haunt his dreams for a good long time. He was not strong enough to wipe the memory of a poor helpless girl begging him to assist her.
He stood there and listened to her words and it made him feel more ashamed.
"No miss....you are not a whore...I never thought that of you...never!" He said the tears still spilling down his cheeks.
"And I would never try to take Sabre from you he loves you...truly he does."
His heart felt torn at seeing the girl so upset and thinking herself so low and that he could not want her. He took a step towards her his hand held out to try and pacify her and make her smile.
"You are very pretty Miss...really you are....and I am not sure how I might cleanse you...there is nothing good in me that I am aware of that would do what you say."
He placed his arms about her to hold her and try to make her feel better.
Somewhere inside though Sabre's wicked words had stirred old memories again.
"Would it make you feel better Miss if you punished me?" He said chewing his lip.
It was said in all innocence thinking that by hurting him she would feel clean and better.
She clung to him. "Yes Jelenis! Yes! I need it so very much. You will love it. I know you will. Your innocence is what will help me. Bring me your body Jelenis..."
She loved his gentle touch, his innocently spoken words. Flori opened the door and walked in as she began to untie her bodice. She beckoned both Sabre and Jelenis inside.
She came to the young man and kissed his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, and then ever so softly his lips. She began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Slowly one by one and kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh. She pulled the shirt from his waist band and hooved by his abdomen. She was kneling as she looked up at him and said seductively "I promise Jelenis your pain will become mine and then my pleasure will become yours."
She stood slowly and without another touch she asked, "Please undo your breeches and I promise to remove all your wicked thoughts."
She looked at Sabre and smiled softly, "Please the strap you had mentioned?" She held out her small hand.
Slowly Jelenis dropped his breeches to his knees and his eyes shimmered in tears as he saw Sabre hand her the strap, it even looked like the one his mother had used.
"Miss...I...am scared." He said.
Sabre watched the whole scene, his demonic heart pounding...this was perfect..truly perfect.
He so hoped Flori would humiliate the young man in the only way possible when she whipped his behind. Just having him bend over like in the shop would not be enough.
His innocence would be broken, the Angelic in him subdued by this then they had all the time in the world to further break him in....it did not have to all be done in one night.
Jelenis watched as Flori took the strap in her hand and smiled sweetly.
Part of him now wondered how hurting him would make her better, his hands went to pull up his breeches, shaking his head.
"I can't!"
Sabre growled as the shimmering light that had faltered grew again.
Flori backed off. "You can't or you won't help me Jelenis?" Her voice soft and shimmering with pain. Her eyes once again overflowing with tears.
She made no attempt to stop of impede him in any way. "The choice is yours of course." She wiped away tears and clutched at her bodice. "I can see why your mother called you wicked." She sobbed some. "You promise things and then take them away. That is the worst type of wicked." She turned her back to him. Her tears glistening in the soft light of the candles. "I would never offer one salvation and then harshly take it from them..." She took a deep breath and added..."You are no better than Lord Hernon, in fact you are worse. At least with him I knew he hated me, you tell me kind words then torture me with your veiled innocence." She pressed her hands to her face.
As much as she sobbed and called him bad and wicked he knew this was wrong....very wrong.she should do this with Sabre. He hastily finished pulling up his breeches and looked at her.
"I am really sorry Miss....I am!" He turned to leave the room but Sabre grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and shook him.
"You little bastard...you will not make my queen cry!" He snatched the strap and bought it down with great force across Jelenis' covered behind and again making the lad cry out.
He slung him to the floor at Flori's feet.
"I think a spell back in the stable is in order my queen, there is more than one way to punish a wicked little Nephilim!"
His dark demon eyes flared.
"Do you wish to go riding tomorrow my love? There is more than one way to use that riding crop of yours!"
She jumped at the ferocity of Sabre's words and actions. She had never seen him react in such a way. Her heart melted. He did truly care for her, if ever a demon could.
Her tears dried. She went to Sabre's side and touched his face. "No, no I care not to ride that thing which lays before us. He is mean and hurtful." She glared down and then lowered herself to him. She rubbed where Sabre had hit him so violently. "I told you of my plans. I told you of my fears. I offered you my love. You cast them back at me." She ran her fingers up his back. " I am what you allowed me to become. If you believe I am wicked. It is all your fault that I am. I asked you to save me and you refused. You have done more to me than any other creature living or dead has. So, no I will never ride you now. No. I think he needs to suffer Sabre."
She looked up at Sabre. "If you cannot do it just tell me. I have no such qualms." She stood back up. "I gave you a chance at happiness Jelenis. More than those other two other demons ever offered you. Sabre set you free. All you do is take and never give. Yes, your mother was right you are a wicked, selfish, evil little thing and I wish nothing more than for you to die before my eyes."
She walked towards the bed and disrobed. "Please take him out of here. I do not want to see him right now. I will give you time to say your goodbyes or whatever. Just either kill him or toss him out. I care not what happens to him. He is a wicked, wicked boy."
Sabre grabbed hold of Jelenis and dragged him to his feet and shook him.
"Look what you have done.....look how you have upset my Flori Flower you wicked evil boy. By all of Hell's fire I should kill you but I cannot not!"
Jelenis shook as Sabre berated him and he was terrified.
"Sabre...please.....I am sorry!" He sobbed.
"It is not me you have to convince....only if my Flori is pacified will You be saved!" Sabre roared.
He threw Jelenis back to Flori's feet.
"Beg for her to beat the wickedness from you!"
Jelenis knew he had nowhere to go....not in the cold and dark, he had no choice.
"Please Miss.....Sabre is right....I beg to have the evil beaten from Me!"
He kneeled before her as if she were a queen, his head low.
"Please Miss....please!"
Sabre looked to Flori.
"I will chain him in a dungeon after my love...you need not see him!"
She was confused. Part of her wanted to beat the boy but she needed him to want her to do it. Now he was just terrified. But Sabre needed him to be beaten. But did he need the boy to want it or would just doing it suffice? Her mind was whirling with so many questions.
"Jelenis, answer me. Is this what you want or are you petrified of Sabre?" She was struggling herself. Knowing he was being manipulated but wanting him to step up for once in his life and stop acting like a scared rabbit and be a man. He need not show his demon but stop acting like this...weak.
She couldn't bring herself to say more. Jelenis truly hurt her. His rejection was more than physical. It hurt her emotionally. Part of her had begged him to help her that night when she first met them and he did nothing. Just as he was here. Nothing. Had he not a backbone? No sense of justice? Was he so willing to allow her to beat him in fear but not in pleasure? He had wanted it. She felt he did. Why did he refuse her? Why had he allowed Sabre to have her? Just so he could live off Sabre but not have to succumb to his wants? Not have to please the demon physically...this he had her for.
So Jelenis saw her as his other two had a whore. She hated him right now.
He took a breath and closed his eyes.
"Because you should Miss...I am terrified of Sabre you are right....but you should punish me because you should...because I deserve it...because I want you too!" He opened his eyes and stared up into hers.
"I did you wrong back in Selevea, I should have stopped him Miss....but I didn't...but I do know that he does love you!"
He slowly rose to a stand and straightened himself.
"I know I am not what you want...because I am scared...because of my lack knowledge in what would please you...Sabre is that...Sabre is the skilled one....but I will be your whipping boy...I will be the one to take your angst out on...your pain will be my pain!" He said softly.
He did not know if this would appease her, slowly he lowered his breeches and turned to take the strap from Sabre and hand it to her.
"Punish Miss....Punish me for my wickedness to you!"
He looked to her most directly.
"Then have him chain me in the dungeon."
Her eyes welled up and began to spill over. "You want me to hurt you?" She took the proffered strap. She slide her hands over the weathered leather. She was partial unclothed and so she pulled her dress back on.
She looked at him and closed her eyes. He must have been reading her thoughts. He had to have been. So he knew how she felt. The strap hit his upper thighs. It wasn't a very forceful hit but it would sting nonetheless. Then another. She hit him several times. His upper thighs were bright red.
He walked to him and removed his pants fully. Not saying a word just indicating with her hands by tapping his leg. She left his under cloth on and pulled it up. She took his hand and sat in a high-backed chair with no arm rests. Flori instructed him to lay upon her lap.
"If you would please lay here and I will finish cleansing myself. If you behave you will not have to be banished. I would ask you to say here." Her voice was soft again. Almost as if whipping him was somehow helping regain her self.
Jelenis swallowed and placed himself across her lap, he felt small, humiliated as he laid there waiting for her to lash him much like his mother once had. The backs of his thighs stung already where she had hit him.
He could see Sabre standing there across the room his arms folded across his chest watching this with some satisfaction. He knew Flori would be merciless as she punished him for hurting her feelings, he knew by the end of it he would not be able to sit down for a good day or so.
He waited for the first blow to fall.
Flori tenderly grazed his thighs. She pushed his under cloth down and let the leather strap caress his buttocks. Her let her nails run along his legs. Letting the strap rest for a moment as she collected her thoughts. She tried to keep her mind blank for fear they would both know her thoughts. She hated what she was doing and yet she partially blamed Jelenis. She wanted him to pay for not helping her. She whispered to him, it was said so low and soft. "I am sorry Jelenis."
The strap left his buttocks and came back down violently. She did it several times in a row and then she let her nails softly caress him before hitting him again. She was crying, excited, and very confused as she pushed him off her and threw the strap at him. "Look at you Jelenis! You are aroused by the whipping. You are not that different then I am. You just pretend you are innocent but your mind seeks hidden and lustful desires."
She began to undress in front of them both. It was slow and deliberate. "No don't go Jelenis. I can see you want to but no... I am just a whore so you will watch me undress. It makes no never mind for I am less than you. So as such you now get to whip or use me." Fully undressed she picked the strap up and handed it over. "It is your turn now to whip me."
His pupils were large and dilated as he picked himself up from the carpet, his rump and thighs reddened and he watched her undress and speak her words. He slowly picked the strap and approached her.
It was Sabre who was suddenly uncomfortable by this turn of events, now it had come to it, seeing her give Jelenis a much needed whipping was excellent but the thought of him beating Flori was not. Though he would let him land a couple of blows before he put a stop to it.
Jelenis pushed her lightly over the bed and surveyed her, she was very pretty,mind she smelled so luscious. His hand reached to touch her flesh and he then bought the strap down lightly across her buttocks, three strikes before Sabre grabbed him.
"My Flori!' The Demon hissed.
He touched Jelenis on the arm and the young man vanished in a coil of black smoke.
Sabre moved to the bed and gathered Flori up and kissed her, setting her in his lap.
"No-one gets to do that....except me Flori and tonight you have been a good girl." He set her back on the bed.
"Tonight I will love you like never before!"
True to his word that is exactly what the Demon did.
Down in a dungeon below the Fortress Jelenis laid smarting in pain and shame at what he had allowed to happen and moreover at hitting Flori.
Afterwards in the dark Sabre held her close to him stroking her hair and kissing her face lightly, he tasted salty tears on her cheeks and for some unknown reason it distressed him.
"I am sorry my Honey Flower! I have realised that I have come to care for you too much and him a lot less." He said softly.
"He is too much, but he is gone, hidden away, my prisoner you will not have to suffer him again."
He leaned up on one arm and stroked her so gently along her side.
"I realise now I do not care what happens to him but I know he will prove some sort of leverage soon. The thought of his touching you...you touching him is more than I can stand...please forgive me Flori for asking you do what you did. I wanted him to suffer not you!"
He reached to touch her face lightly, his own desperate for her love, her acceptance.
"Also you are not a whore you are my Queen and I know how you mortals like to have things in order. I would ask whether you would consent to be my consort....my wife?"
He did not know how she might take this he hoped she would be happy after all Jelenis had spoken the truth in that, he did love her, she was his Flori Flower.
The dungeon was dark and cold and Jelenis was chained, there was a ring about his neck that was fastened by a length of chain to a larger ring in the wall. There was a bed of straw to one side and he moved stiffly to try and find some warmth within it. He was still unclothed apart from his undercloth and it was so cold.
Obviously jealousy got the better of Sabre and he could not bear to see Flori touched by another, perhaps that was best after all the demon professed to love her so he should protect her. He would never understand Sabre or his fickle moods.
So now he was a prisoner, cold and alone in the dark and at Sabre's mercy, he prayed that Flori might ask him to be lenient and at least feed him regularly and maybe provide him with some clothes and perhaps a blanket.
Flori lost herself in Sabre. She clung to him as if her very life depended on it and perhaps to her it did. She felt awful for what she had done but at the same time knew she wanted it. But in this all she felt Sabre's love for her.
"You need not feel this way Sabre. I didn't really do anything I didn't want. Maybe your suggestion but it was my hand. I could have stopped and didn't." She held him and her hand stroked his chest and shoulder possessively. "I just didn't realize how it would affect me. I guess it is my mortal side that makes me feel this way." She wanted nothing but to show him how much he meant to her.
"Oh Sabre. I couldn't expect that of you. I do not need that. I know you care for me." She held him close to her. As she continued to stroke his markings. "You make me feel a Queen. I want to be yours and only yours. This you must believe." Her voice was shaky. Her emotions still high from all that had transpired. "As for being mortal, yes I am but my elven heritage is such our lives are much altered of the humans. We believe a little differently in the acceptance and binding of two. If you love me it is all I will ever need to know. I will be yours as such I ask the same of you."
As she lay there she couldn't help but feel pity for Jelenis. She blamed herself partially for his confinement. "Sabre? You said you had him prisoner?" She didn't want to upset him. "Please see he has some basic comforts. I get an odd feeling that he is begging me for help. It might not be and this could just be the residue of my own imagination. But, I feel he has suffered." Each word she said was punctuated with a kiss to his neck, jaw line, and down again.
He accepted her little kisses and his skin shivered as she traced his markings, and he listened to her words.
"If this is the way of your people to be bound then I will accept that my darling." He said softly returning her kiss.
"I would like us to speak words of binding to each other in a ceremony, even if it is just you and I, I want to give you a gown of starlight silver silk and lace and a tiara to wear in your beautiful hair and diamonds to wear." He laid back the moonlight turning him to shadows and silver.
Then she turned her conversation to Jelenis....such concern for the boy she had whipped a few hours past and enjoyed it on some level.
"He is an Angelic Flori...his kind and my kind we do not co-exist, you did not see it...could not see it...the divine aura, like silver mist about him." He said sharply.
"That side of him is stronger than his demon blood...not a full Angelic but he is dangerous, Nephilim are filth accepted by neither bloodline...he does not deserve your pity!"
He was swayed by her sweet words though.
"I will make sure he has a blanket and food daily...no more....and I will see the nature of him, if he displeases me he will be punished...by my hand as only a demon can."
Flori snuggled closer. "There is a ceremony. One we can do properly. With or without others present." She thrilled at the thought of the dress he created for her. She said as much and kissed his face all over.
"Sabre, one thing though. Do you think we can still put into action my plan? I mean I am sure there are others like me. Needing a place to go. To start over and be free of intimidation." She looked at him with an innocence's only hope could produce. "The more I think about it the more I really think it is possible. Another thing Sabre. I don't really want to tame you." She slide her nails over his skin delicately.
Flori nodded as he told her about Jelenis and what he discovered. She had remembered reading something on it once and thought to mention it to him. "I saw something on this once. Are you sure it is safe to keep him here? I know you guarded him once. Did all you could to keep him safe, but what if he breaks free. I fear only that he would hurt you and thus me."
She seemed so earnest about wanting to make a place for other people to come and he nodded briefly.
"If that is what you wish my Queen then it shall be so." He said.
Then there was more speak of Jelenis her sweetly voiced concerns about his own safety with the young man around.
"Jelenis is a halfbreed love...not of one race or the other, he cannot escape using Demon Mist nor can he traverse starlight like a true Angelic, he does not have wings like their kind."
He did not want to unduly upset her by letting her know what he was going to do to Jelenis though. He would test him, the extent of what he was and how much power of each he held.
"Love...you need to rest, the day has been trying for you...tomorrow we will commit to each other and you will wear your dress of starlight and your diamonds and look like a Goddess." He whispered gently.
He smiled wryly at her.
"Flori..you never would have been able to tame me!" he winked.
"Now get some rest."
She laughed when he said that! He was incorrigible! And he was hers. He choose to be with her, not him. She mumble some nonsense about flowers and maybe asking Ingrid here but sleep quickly found her.
She slept soundly at first. Dreams an elven maiden would have before binding to another. The visions of flowers, pretty dresses, and sweet wine all filtered through her mind. The sun was shining and it sparkled over the new snow. Making the world seem aglow.
Her dream soon turned. She was again running. But she was running towards someone. Sabre. He laid in a pool of black mist leaving her. But not in the sense of going somewhere. As if her was dying. Jelenis and a faceless being we're rejoicing. Her tears flooding the fortress and creating an icy slick which prevented her from getting to his side. She fell repeatedly as they mocked her. A third arrived and lassoed her. She fought but couldn't break free. She screamed his name over and over...SABRE!!! SABRE!!! But she couldn't see him.
The bedding around her is tossed and messed. Tears flowing. Her voice is hoarse as she screams for him not able to break from the nightmare and wake.
Sabre stood down in the low dungeons beneath the fortress and stared through the bars of the cell at the semi naked young man who huddled in the straw, sleeping fitfully. It was cold down here and the lad's breath could be seen in faint puffs from between his parted lips. He looked so vulnerable, laid there in his undercloth, Sabre could still detect the heat radiating from his well striped rump where Flori had whipped him.
It was still there, the silvery glow about him, despite giving in to his need for being punished he was still innocent. The demon shook his head and waved his hand lightly and a blanket appeared and floated down over the slightly shivering sleeper.
"You are in for a hard time Nephilim!" He said in a whisper.
"I am not going to go easy on you...not in any respect when I test you...I am no longer swayed by your pretty face, though there is part of me that would deflower you still just for the sheer pleasure of it!" He turned to walk away and stopped as a soft voice answered him.
"I am never going to let you near me...try your worst Sabre, torture me, I will not bend...I will not break." Jelenis sat leaning up from where he huddled in the straw.
Sabre did not turn back but smiled thinly.
"We'll see Jelenis....we'll see."
As Sabre walked back up through the Fortress he heard her, crying out and his pace quickened and he reached her room to find her thrashing around in the bedclothes....a bad dream.
"Flori Darling.....come...I am here love!" He whispered gathering her up and holding her close to him.
He could feel her heart racing and he could see fragments of the dream which held her, a dream in which he was fallen, the joy of Jelenis and another, her being caught up.
"It's just a dream....Jelenis is caught, he will not escape and there are no others for miles Flori Flower." He whispered to her.
His clothing melted away and he held her close to his warm flesh, allowed his scent to permeate her senses, to let her know he was close to her. His hand lightly stroked her hair and trailed to her cheek and he kissed her forehead gently.
"I am here darling."
Jelenis pulled the blanket about himself thankful for small mercies it shielded off some of the cold and being nestled in the straw helped.
He had heard Sabre's words every last one of them and despite his love of Flori he still would have thoughts of trying to mount him and 'deflower' him as he put it...well that was never going to happen....not ever.
Then was that strange word he spoke...Nephilim...what was that?
Why was Sabre now referring to him as that word, was it some sort of insult? He shifted in the straw slightly, his bottom was sore from the thrashing and he could not sit comfortably. He was mortified that he had struck Flori, she had been naked and he had looked on her and liked it. That had been wrong, he was not married to Flori nor was he her lover and he should of run away...but he had not. He felt very ashamed, he knew that for sure...perhaps it was right that Sabre imprisoned him.
He had also said he was going to test him too whatever he meant by that he did not know. Jelen shivered and wished that he had a bowl of hot soup, he had barely eaten anything at dinner. The collar on his neck felt heavy as did the chain, he hated Sabre in that moment, the demon was wicked and cruel and he wished Bel and Trayder were here.
Flori could sense him and she fought to wake herself up. "Sabre! Oh you are right here." She clung to him.
She rubbed her wet face against his heated one as she released all of the vestiges of sleep. "Sabre. I need to tell you something." She took a deep breath.
"I fear him."
She didn't need to say his name she knew Sabre would understand who. She had thought Jelenis was confused, maybe lonely. Just like she was before Sabre came into her life. But he was something that could hurt Sabre.
She just held her lover tightly as she tried to come to terms with the events. Jelenis wasn't what she had first thought. Even though Sabre said he was half of each side she believed he was more powerful then they knew right now. Something changed and now all she sought to do was protect Sabre. She had no real power. But she did know and understand magic. She must find a way to speak to Jelenis. She had to find out what he knew of himself and what she could do to help Sabre gurad against him.
He held her close to him and rocked her gently as if to soothe her.
"Nonsense Love...I can handle him....Gods....you can handle him! He is scared, weak, confused!"
He knew that the boy wanted Bel and Trayder, he was all he had ever known, his family, his comfort. He knew he had once been those things but once Jelenis had come of age and grew in his handsomeness Sabre had seen him differently. Not that it mattered any more anyway, the boy was chained up like a dog below, he was incapable of mist travel or traversing Starlight. His powers had not emerged yet, he was on the cusp much like puberty in a Human...but with power instead.
"He is an impotent brat love....helpless for now.....do not worry on it.....just think of our binding tomorrow....I want to give you a special gift." He smiled.
"But it will be one of your choice....I will give you whatever you ask for.....within reason."
Flori laid with him just enjoying the moment. As the moonlight filtered in and washed them it is soft glow. The fire was still producing heat and made the room very comfortable. She sighed. "You are right. I guess now that I have you in my life I just don't want to lose you. Maybe this is why I dream as I do. I have always done so too. Not always pleasant."
She lazily let her fingers trace his runes. They were mesmerizing. But when he offered her a special gift of her choice she jumped up and clasped her hand much like an excited child would. "OH!!! Sabre!!! You spoil me......and I love it!" She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed his cheek in her girlish excitement. "Oh I don't even know what to wish for. May I think it over and tell you in the morning?"
She flopped back on the soft pillow. Her eyes shone with happiness and she honestly could remember how long it had been since she had something this wonderful to wish and hope for something good! It had been too long. "I love you Sabre. With all that I am." She did love him. She cared nothing if he seduced or corrupted her first right now she knew she freely loved him.
Her thoughts on Jelenis were replaced with things within reason to wish for. But he lingered there.
The demon smiled, there was the mildest of rumbling purrs deep in his chest as she stroked the runes, tracing the design. It was a deep pleasure for him to have them touched, they were powerful and sensitive.
"Oh Love." He groaned softly, his voice deep with undisguised pleasure,
"I love you Flori....I do....!"
No-one had ever touched him thus, he had never let anyone near enough to do it, the same as when he was the Night Stallion, Flori had been the only one to mount and ride him. He knew he would let her again, one night they would gallop in the darkness and she would know his speed and power.
"You have such power over me my Queen."He whispered in her ear.
Flori snuggled further into Sabre and sighed contentedly. She was already dreaming of her wish.
Just days ago she was a slave now here she was being called Queen. She couldn't believe she was loved so fully.
Morning dawned, Jelenis did not know how he knew it was morning he just did, he had not really slept after Sabre had been down, but at least the blanket had kept him a little warmer. This was a sad state of affairs he was now in, he and his Demon Keepers had been muddling along fine and now he was in prison, Bel and Trayder had just up and left and Sabre was his Gaoler and he knew no good could come of that.
He would have been better off staying as a pony in the stable rather than this, if he had been obedient to Flori and let her ride him without complaint when he had been a horse he might not be here now he guessed. Also the night before, before he had been locked down here weighed heavily on his mind. When he had leaned over Flori's lap and she had whipped him, he felt it, she had been right, he liked what she did to him, it made him feel complete, naughty, bad, guilty but complete. What did that mean? He was a very bad young man for liking such a thing...truly he was. What if Sabre had done it? Would he have felt the same?
It was the guilt he felt when she had ordered him to do it back...he felt terrible when he had struck her. It must be the Demon blood in him surely to like such depraved pleasure, to enjoy someone punishing him...his mother always said it, that he was a bad child...and one day would be a bad young man...she had punished him often the same way and so had Flori, she must see it too.
It did not sit well with him...any of it...he knew it was wrong....very wrong....hence he was now locked up down here in a place he suppose he should be.
Sabre had held Flori in his arms until finally she fell back into a more contented and restful sleep and then he rose and paced to look out of the window. He would stay close to her in case she had another bad dream, far off on the horizon he could see the first glint of dawn.
Today he would be joined to Flori and she to him, he did not know what this ceremony would involve though he ws sure that she would explain to him. As he pondered it the promised gown of starlight silver silk and lace began to materialise. It was tight in the bodice, which was encrusted with tiny opals and moonstones, the sleeves would fall to her elbows and then to her wrist would be loose cascades of foamy lace. The skirt was full and made of soft silk and to the rear was a cascading train of the same lace as the sleeves.
Sabre turned to look at it and hope his Flori Flower would be pleased.
All that remained was the tiara which appeared on the dresser, a delicate concoction of the same opals, moonstones and diamonds. He would not have it said that he would not dress his bride like the queen she was to him.
The morning came and she was snuggled into the soft bedding. As the first rays of the sun filtered across the floor it sparkled off the dress and tiara that he left for her. It made the most beautiful prisms on the wall and floor and soft tears of happiness slowly trialed down her cheeks. They were tears of pure joy, love, and hope.
"Sabre!" It was hard for her to speak. As she slowly got out of the bed and pulled her robe on. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever see. It was as if he spun the very moon beams of her people. The stones encrusted in it the souls professing their acceptance of them.
Still she couldn't really speak. She reached out to touch the dress almost in fear that it would vanish if she did. "Sabre...beautiful." She looked over towards him her smile and love shining in her eyes. "It is simply the most precious, loveliest of dresses. And the tiara, divine absolutely breathtaking." She went over to him and embraced him. Her head barely reaching his chest.
"I couldn't have dreamed of something prettier." She couldn't even think straight. "I have much to tell you over breakfast. Of the ceremony, and a few things we will need. It will take place once the sun fully sets."
Sabre grinned at her pleasure of the dress.
"So you truly do like it then." He said softly tilting her face up to kiss her sweet lips.
Her enthusiasm of the forthcoming binding were infectious and he nodded.
"Of course my love....you will speak I will listen and learn...first you must bathe and dress for the day, and have your breakfast, name it, your wedding breakfast and it will be waiting for you." He said stroking her cheek lightly with his fingertips.
"There is also the matter of my clothing.....what would you have me wear tonight?"
She loved his kisses and knew she would never tire of them.
"I should think black suits you best love no? But with white accents for tonight, what do you think."
She smiled and remembered the simple breakfast she would have from her youth. "I would love tea with bread and jam. And pears. May I please?"
Flori then started to tell him of the baskets. "Sabre, my special gift would be for the following things for our binding. It is more than one thing so I hope this isn't being too greedy of me." She smiled softly. "We need a blanket. Any color or material. One through that will cover us both." She was excited and her cheeks were flushed with happiness.
"My next request would normally be done well in advance so I did not have time to prepare our binding baskets. We will need two baskets, hand carry style ones. Filled with items of importance to us. Like, herbs, wine, flowers. One you can give to me and one for me to give to you." Her voice was filled with love and hope for their future and she could not help but let it out.
"Lastly we need a cider branch in the shape of a fork." She pulled out a chair and brushed her long dark brown hair. "Let's now talk of the binding." She said smiling.
Sabre listened carefully to all her requested, all easy enough to bring forth.
"Sweet autumn pears and blackberry jam and fresh bread for breakfast." He said after a moment.
"There will also be tea."
He would wear black velvet and leather with inlays of white silk, that should compliment Flori nicely enough. He waited for her to speak of the binding, happy to let her chatter away to him.
"When you are done love...I suppose I should feed Jelenis...what is acceptable food for prisoners?"
The young man's thoughts were radiating, he could sense it, he had definitely picked the right one to force Jelenis to focus on. His mother's punishment the day he had been bought back from running. The memory was strong, but being supplanted, his mother was switching between herself in one moment, and Flori in the next. Who would have known that sweet little Jelenis would have a liking for being punished thus. Though years of receiving it as a child was bound to have an affect, he associated it with affection, the only way mother dearest paid attention to him. The memory would need feeding further to make it a true corruptive...to bring forth his father's bloodline rather than his Angelic slut of a mother.
"Flori....." Sabre said softly.
"Can I ask you something?"
She had been chatting none stop and flushed the moment he had mentioned Jelenis. To her surprise she hadn't given him a thought this morning. Her hue darkened to a bright red. What kind of an elf was she? How horrific of her not to wonder if he was okay at the very least.
Here she sat eating the softest, crustiest bread, the sweetest jam, drinking the most succulent of teas. And that poor young man was a prisoner. Partially her own fault.
The way he had spoken of his mother gave her cause to wonder if he had really had a privileged life. He never said that she had only assumed. But now she wondered if it maybe had not been so wonderful. Granted before Lord Hernon hers had been nice. Not from wealth but still not horrid. She had two loving parents. Jelenis had none of this, his father a demon strong enough at one time to hold Sabre at his mercy and a angle whom it seemed despised her offspring. He had nothing. Nobody. So maybe when Sabre had offered more he rejected it because he had no idea what true love and affection were. Had he not been punished enough?
She held her hands to her head and closed her eyes. She knew Sabre would know everything she was thinking. And it was okay she had nothing to hide from him. He knew she loved him and only him in that most special way. But he knew her corrupted heart was not truly evil fully. Her heritage and her very makeup would take longer to change to his way of thinking.
She tried to think of what he should give the young man. Opening her eyes and placing her hands in her lap she looked at him solemnly. "He should not be abused with starvation, yet? Because that is one of the worst things to happen to a body. If you would give him something warm to drink, like tea. Give him some fruits, and something to warm his insides with. Like a porridge of some sort." Her eyes were soft and she reached out to touch his hand. "Please keep him warm too Sabre. Don't make him suffer too much. Being held against your will is enough to drive one insane. Trust me."
Then she caught his last request...her heart beat faster he sounded so vulnerable. She immediately squeezed his hand softly and replied. "Yes Sabre, anything."
She was such a sweet and gentle thing not wanting Jelenis to starve or be cold. She was perfect in the demon's eyes but he had to ask his questions.
"Flori, when you put Jelenis across your lap....what did you sense from him?" He asked softly.
"When you bought the strap down on him....on what level do you think he liked it?"
He knew these might be hard questions for her to answer but she seemed to possess goods senses and he needed them.
"Was it pleasure you think he wanted or affection...they are quite different things, do you think he wanted to be pleasured or accepted and have you love and care for him like he wanted his mother to love him?"
He turned and walked to the window to gaze out, the things she had requested for later were already on the table downstairs, and in the basket he would give her was her riding crop, a symbol of pleasure and love between them.
"He is a broken little boy inside I think...hence he could not do what you wanted him to."
Flori listened to him without interrupting and leaned back on her chair as he finished. She knew the answer. As he was speaking it she knew the answer. She didn't have to think about it. Not at all, the young man craved love, affection, and acceptance. He wanted that more than anything else. Like she did. If other things came of it that would never matter to him. Love was what his soul desired. He was starving for it.
"Love. He craves love. He desires affection and love. He wants to be accepted for himself and loved for that alone. Pleasure never needs to be exchanged. He only wants the love and affection of another."
She sat there looking down at her hands in her lap. "I should have be nicer to him. Honey always gets you the bee not vinegar."
Her thoughts went to that poor lost soul. "I know I have a wicked streak, I know this. I am conflicted on how I feel about him. Part of me wants him out of here. I see his need as weakness. Yet another tugs at me. Says he needs me. That I should give him what was given to me by you Sabre. I am so confused over him."
Sabre nodded at her answer, many thoughts playing on his mind in that moment. The something came to him, a possibility to change Jelenis and make him closer to him and Flori than ever before.
"Flori....what if I changed his memories....made him believe that I was his father....you his stepmother...perhaps we could change what he his by giving him a chance at a different outcome." He said softly.
"Take him back three years in his memory make him think he is fifteen again...that he run away and found his father...and now lived with him and his wife."
He turned round to look back at her.
"After our binding....I could induce him to sleep, bring him to his room, cast the spell and when he woke he would see his loving father, his sweet stepmother, we could change what he is without resistance."
This plan sounded viable in his mind.
"We can play the loving, caring parents, free with our affection, spoiling him, disciplining if needed....teaching him."
Flori listened and her heart began to beat wildly! He couldn't mean it? Yes! He did!
"Oh Sabre! That is the best gift you could have offered me. It would be as if we both get a second chance!"
She got up from her chair and ran to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist and burning her face into him. "I love you so much Sabre! So very much."
Now her thought went to what it would be like to help nurture him. Give him the love and affection a mother would. Her heart swelled. Sabre could not truly be a demon, he couldn't if his only thoughts were to love both of them. She as his mate and Jelenis as a son. She held tighter still. he must be from the very moon goddess herself. He had to be.
Murmuring into his body, "Sabre, I will make you proud! I will be the most loving stepmother. I will teach him all the herbs, plants, and minerals. Teach and have him grow into a confident young man who embraces his demon heritage. Proud of it! You will see."
Sabre was very much a demon...a smart demon...that knew if you could not get what you want one way...you tried alternatives. Regressing Jelenis would be no easy task and had to be done carefully and gently. He would go to sleep eighteen and wake up fifteen thinking he had found his father who had remarried and that he had a pretty and kind stepmother.
"Before you get ahead of yourself Flori, there might have to be times when he is disciplined and I want it done in a very specific way to re-enforce the magic." He said stroking her hair.
"There are rules to this and such a magic is costly, it might weaken me for a day or two."
He pulled her to the bed and sat her on the lap and tilted her head to look at him.
"By all means teach him, pamper him and spoil him like he always wanted a mother too...but when he acts out....and believe you me he will at some point...he will not be able to help it, you must punish him it helps re-enforce the memory, that we parents here only do this because we love him and want him to learn right from wrong....his real mother did it because she despised him."
He smiled and stroked her cheek.
"First we will be bound...and then you can be Jelenis' mother and I his father. We will re-teach him."
Flori closed her eyes to his touch but listened. "Okay Sabre I understand. You have my word that I will do what you need."
As she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him on his lap she fit perfectly. Wrapping her arms around his neck she felt safe and loved in his arms.
This was a little concerning to her. Sabre weakened was not something she had witnessed so she understood she would need to support and help reinforce his magic. His last comment though brought her to their binding and she couldn't help but look over at the dress. It was perfect. Sabre was perfect. Tonight would be so very special. With a soft smile she wanted to tell him about the binding.
"Sabre there are some things we must say to each other. We will create a circle that we can stand in with the two baskets and the blanket. The blanket is wrapped around us and then we perform the basket exchange. First I will speak and we will say basically the same thing. I will start by saying the following, "I provide these things to my husband and home. They are a symbol that I will care for you and love you always.' I will hold the basket I will give to you. Then you go and you repeat the following 'I provide these things to my wife. They are a symbol that I will provide, love and protect our family always.' You are holding the basket you will give to me. After we both speak you hand yours to me and I hand mine to you. We unwrap the blanket and it is folded, it cannot touch the ground. We will repeat a blessing which I will write down for us both and then we bind to each other with the cedar branch."
As she spoke her hands trailed down to his shoulders and chest softly stroking him.
He listened carefully to the description of the ceremony and he would make sure it was perfect for her, but her soft strokes, drifting across his runes were exciting him and she would surely know from where she sat.
"Love." He rumbled softly.
"Your very touch demands my attention."
His dark eyes glimmered with undisguised pleasure and he wanted so much in those moments, he wanted to lay with Flori, have her do wicked things like before to him. He too wanted to make her his totally in their act...to show her how much he loved her.
"Would it be unseemly my darling if we......" He trailed off.
"Before the ceremony I mean....I want you so much in this moment....I want you to have me....I want you to do as you did earlier with your riding crop." His eyes almost shone and he slowly kissed up the side of her throat.
"We have all day...do we not?" He teased.
"And I know you love to teach me what a wicked Demon I am."
Of course she might be stern and not allow such until her marriage night.....and make him wait.
Flori was lost within him and as she spoke and didn't realize the reaction she was causing. She smiled and at first she was ready to open herself to him and give right in.
But tonight! Would giving into their passion be wrong?
She smiled and slid off him with a wicked grin. She let the robe fall from her small frame. "It appears I will need to administer a lesson this morning." She whispered seductively as sauntered over to him.
She gave into him as she indulged herself. This time she held nothing back. She was confident in his love for her and her love for him. She no longer felt the jealousy she did for Jelenis, in fact it was as if this time she was free from any inhibition and gave into her own wants as she gave Sabre his.
After their pleasure time the Demon almost purred in her arms, she had taken the lead most definitely that time. She had striped him well not holding back and he stung and tingled all at the same time, his rump mainly but other places on his body too. Her lovemaking had been equally as dominant this morning, taking what she desired.
"You certainly know my love how to teach lessons to wicked demons." He whispered.
"You seem to have such a knack for it...such a skill....hidden away there all the time inside that sweet little body and mind."
There was a hot bath waiting for her in her bathing room, fragrant with Moon Lily and a glass of deep red wine sat on the side.
"We should get ready yes.....the sun will set soon....we will speak our vows.....and tomorrow we will become parents to a son." He whispered deliciously in her ear.
"All you require waits on the table downstairs in the Main Hall."
He let his fingers trail over her belly.
"Are you ready Flori....to be my wife and Jelenis' mother?"
She bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. His whispered words sending happy chills up her spine. His fingers creating a warm comforting blanket over her senses.
Flori looked in the bathing area and smiled. "I am ready Sabre. I cannot wait to being our life together."
Sliding off the bed and placing her robe over her shoulders she padded into the bathing area. Picking the goblet up she took a sip of the savory liquid, placed the robe carefully on the end get of to bench and sank into too sudsy water.
As soon as she was done bathing she would be sure to write out the binding which would be needed to spoken by both of them unanimously. She would rather have in in front of her I case she grew a little nervous and messed them up. The thoughts of Sabre's idea brought a happy smile to her face. She knew he meant what he said about discipline and she would administer it when the need arises. Though she also loved the idea of bring out his demon side. letting him embrace it and not run from it. Flori knew her tender hand could teach him all about alchemy and his demonic heritage in the process. But for now she lounged in the warm water and washed her body.
Sabre went down to the prison, he would not let on what he planned or that he was about to wed Flori. It would be better that Jelenis remained unaware of all that would take place. The young man was huddled as deep in the straw as he could get, the blanket wrapped about him. Sabre stood and regarded him for a while, the thought that on the morrow he would effectively be his father, it was an odd thought.
He waved his hand and a tray appeared in the cell, on it was a bowl of hot porridge, a bowl of tea and some fruit. It was what Flori had wanted for him and he supposed he should get used to treating the boy in a more fatherly fashion. A thick wool tunic and breeches also appeared as well as a warmer undercloth.
"Eat Jelenis....dress too....It will be warmer."
On the stone shelf that could serve as a bed, appeared a thick straw mattress and more blankets and a pillow.
"Try to get some proper rest."
Jelenis peered out at the steaming food and warmer clothes and bedding.
"Why have you done this Sabre?" He asked warily.
The demon merely smiled and turned away, tomorrow would be a different day, he would have a wife and the young man in the cell would call him father.
Flori soaked until her skin was pruned. She giggles at it!
Coming up from the cooling water she wrapped the thick soft robe around her small frame and hastened to the dressing table.
She found Sabre had left her paper, a quill and ink. to which she sat for a few minutes and in her mind saw the binding and proceed to write the words.
Now you will feel no rain, for you will be shelter to each other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two bodies, but there is only one life before you.
Soon you will go to your resting place, to enter into the days of your togetherness.
May your days be good and long upon the earth.
She also wrote down so he could see that both of them would hold the marriage cedar branch and repeat the following...This marriage branch is a symbol of our love for each other, and for our lives becoming as one. While holding it first he would notch the branch, then she would as well and both would hold it while touching heads.
Now they were bound for life.
She reread the words and committed them to memory. Sabre had said the rest was on the table in the main hall. She looked at her dress and tiara. The sun was setting she need to prepare.
First she the oils of the lily and brushed her hair pulling a few strands from her face. Flori slipped into her dress, it fit perfectly. A smile filtered across her face, he knew her so well. next, she applied her lip stain of a rich red. Lastly the tiara. The sun was just about to fall behind the mountains and the remaining rays filtered in and sparkled off the gems. She slipped into her shoes and headed down the steps to Sabre. Her heart was pounding with excitement.
Sabre waited for Flori in the Great Hall, making sure that everything she had requested was there. There was the Cedar branch, the baskets full of herbs, fruit and other items, the one he would give to her saucily included her riding crop. The blanket was embroidered with flowers and leaves and was truly a beautiful thing to behold.
He wore black and white as she had asked of him, soft black leather breeches and boots, a shirt of moonlight white silk which he wore a coat of black velvet, the slashes in the sleeves contained the same white silk as the shirt. His silvery white hair was brushed and shone, and his black eyes were bright in anticipation.
He truly was a handsome thing to behold in this form, then he caught sight of Flori and she looked like a vision.
"My Queen!" He said softly.
"Tonight you are a Goddess." He held out his hand to her.
"These are the things you wanted....will they suffice?"
She felt beautiful. Her heart hammered in her chest when she caught sight of him. He was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.
But more than just merely handsome. Words failed her. But his did not and it caused her tanned skin to flush softly.
"Thank you." She felt like she was floating. The gems sparkled with the soft glow of the candles. "You. It is because of you that I am." She placed her hand into his and she felt a rush of love overwhelm her.
"Yes, this is perfect." She handed him a piece of paper, ink dried and her handwriting clean and simple. "This is the binding we need to repeat at the same time. Once we are outside I will make the circle."
With her free hand she touched the blanket and closed her eyes. She could not believe how her luck had changed. Opening her eyes she looked at him and smiled. "Let's take everything outside so I can prepare for us."
She handed him one of the baskets and she took the other while folding the blanket over the top. She was now eager to start, not just the ceremony but everything that the future promised.
As they walked outside the air was fresh and cold. The clouds parted and the moon and stars shone brightly on the courtyard. The snow that had fallen glitters as if tiny diamonds were tossed about.
He followed her out into the crisp evening air, clutching his basket and the parchment oath. He was following her lead now. Tonight a new rune would appear on his chest, that of 'The Joining' it would mark him to other demons as mated.
One day in the future Flori might bear a child, that was when he decided to release his seed into her. The choice whether to do this was something demons could do at will and they would have that discussion after they dealt with Jelenis.
"Where shall this ceremony take place Flori?" He asked gently.
She released his hand and pointed to the middle of the court yard. "I think right there, let me set up the circle. Then we can begin." She placed her basket down and pulled some of the herbs out, moondust, and salt to create a circle that could hold the both of them and the baskets comfortably.
After the circle was completed she held her hand out to him. To join her within. "Are you ready Sabre?"
She took the beautiful blanket and shook it out before wrapping it around them. She handed him the one end to hold to. She took a deep breath and smiled up at Sabre.
With the blanket around them and their baskets in hand she smiled with such happiness as she began to start the binding. Her voice was shaky at first from nerves, emotions, and love but grew stronger as she finished the first of the steps.
"I provide these things to my husband and home. They are a symbol that I will care for you and love you always." Her basket held tightly ready to place it in front of him and hold his hand to repeat the next steps.
The next would be for Sabre to repeat almost the same thing ("I provide these things to my wife. They are a symbol that I will provide, love and protect our family always.") and then they would set the baskets in front of each other and clasp hands as the repeated the words together that she put on the parchment paper.
Sabre stepped within the circle with her and too the end of the blanket as directed, he listened with a soft smile playing about his sensuous mouth as Flori said her words.
Then it was his turn.
"I provide these things to my wife. They are a symbol that I will provide, love and protect our family always."
He then took the basket he had, riding crop and all and set in front of Flori.
Already he could feel the rune etching into his chest with the others, the rune of 'Joining', it hurt as any of the magical tattoos did when they started to appear, but he did not let on to the girl.
Flori had no idea what was going on within and the marking he was going through. She was blissfully unware at this moment.
With shaking hands she placed her basket in front of him. She took the parchment paper and silently mouth to him ready? Before moving on.
She started and waited for him to chime in so they spoke the words together.
"Now you will feel no rain, for you will be shelter to each other.
Now you will feel no cold, for each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness, for each of you will be companion to the other. Now you are two bodies, but there is only one life before you.
Soon you will go to your resting place, to enter into the days of your togetherness.
May your days be good and long upon this land."
As they finished she carefully removed the blanket from them and without letting it touch the ground they folded it and placed it on Sabre's basket so he could bring it to their bed and they could lie upon it.
Next she held the cedar branch and a small knife to notch it. She handed it to him for he needed to make the first cut.
Sabre took the knife and cut a deep notch into the cedar fork and the handed it to Flori to make her cut. The rune was burning deeply into his chest now but still he bore it stoically not wanting to break the moment. She looked so beautiful as she diligently worked to cut the notch, they were almost finished, she was his wife, and he her husband.
The wedding feast awaited her, all her favourites and other lush foods she might yet try.
Then would be their wedding night a consummation of their marriage....what would this night be...how might they do that.
He hid the physical and mental torture he was enduring so well she had no clue. As they held the branch and repeated the final vow; "This marriage branch is a symbol of our love for each other, and for our lives becoming as one."
She touched her head to his and soft tears of love and happiness drifted down her cheeks. She was bound to him now. As he was to her. She truly and freely loved him.
Tonight would be one of their celebration and love and she was eager to begin it with him. "I love you Sabre." She whispered softly.
He grinned as he touched his head to hers.
"I live you too Flori...my wife."
He pulled back gently from her and looked back towards the Fortress, the lights glowed warmly and the wedding feast awaited.
"Your wedding feast awaits my love...I know it will only be us, but I am sure I can make it perfect...perhaps some dancing?"
He picked up the basket with the blanket and held his arm out to her.
"Obviously there is the wedding bed too....I wonder if I will make that worthy of you tonight?" He winked.
She blushed! Even after everything she still did and then she laughed. A soft tinkling sound. "I would love to dance with you my husband." She took his arm and they walked back towards their home.
It was odd looking at it now. Sabre had changed the decaying fortress into a splendid home. It no longer had the look of defunct about it. The glow of the candles warm and welcoming. Flori looked at the place with eyes all aglow with love. This was home. And Sabre made it so.
"I believe you will my love. In fact I know you will! But first I want that dance! It has been ages since I have and I am going to enjoy every moment of this evening." Flori was filled with excitement. A wedding feast! She hadn't even asked and he provided one!
At the doorway she stopped him and looked up into his dark eyes which she always felt lost in. A good lost. A homeward lost. "Thank you Sabre. You have given me life back and I will never forsake you." She reached for the door and opened it as he led her in and up to their room to place the blanket on it for later.
Sad to say but not once during the binding did she think of the poor young man being held below.
Sabre picked up on her thoughts about Jelenis and he laid a hand on hers.
"Do not worry for him, I took him hot food and drink and clothes and I provided a warm bed with a pillow and blanket, even now the spell has started, he sleeps Flori....tomorrow when he wakes he will think himself fifteen and that we are his parents."
He led her back down to the hall and a sumptuous feast was aid before her, fish and meat, fruits and vegetables, breads and cake. There was wine and juices and somewhere though unseen but heard was music...yet no musicians.
Sabre held his hand out to her.
"My wife.....dance with me....."
Flori smiled at him. He knew and saw to her ever need. As they left the bedroom and went into the hall she looked for the music. But saw no one and couldn't help but look up at him in awe.
The table filled with a feast beyond anything she could have even hoped or imagine. Sabre was able to create a feast yet also made it intimate. Still the music filtered around them and it was beautiful.
"Yes my husband, I would be honored." She curtsied and entered his embrace. It was as if her feet never touched the floor. As he led her in their dance she knew it mattered not what he asked she would always do for him. She was his wife, his lover, his mate, and his partner.
The dance went into another before he pulled her chair and showed her the plates in which she could feast from. The fish succulent, the wine sweet and refreshing. The music still filled the air as she tasted the fruit.
They danced again and shared sweet kisses.
The cake was decadent. Sinfully delicious! As the evening began to grow old he danced with her one last time before they headed to their marriage bed.
He led her up to the bedroom where they had laid the blanket earlier, the room was softly lit with candles and there were vases of delicately fragranced ivory roses scattered about as well as blood red rose petals upon the bed. Before they entered the bedroom he swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold of the room before setting her down.
"So we return here as man and wife." He said softly.
He slowly removed his shirt and the new rune came into show, two interlocked circles, the symbol of joining among his people. He stood there in his leather breeches letting the candle light flicker over him for Flori's viewing.
"Does your new husband meet with your approval my love?" He said as he stepped towards her, sloe dark eyes meeting hers teasingly.
Flori couldn't help but giggle softly as he lifted her up and carried into the room. Which he turned into a wondrous sight.
The subtle fragrance of the roses mixed with the warmth from the fire place as well as the soft glow from the candles seemed to wrap them in a cocoon. Nothing else mattered but Sabre and Flori. As he exposed the new rune she gasped softly. Her eyes grew wide as she went to touch it. But stopped and looked at him, afraid for some reason. "May I?"
His teasing tone made her grin widely though right after that. "Beyond my most secret dreams and wishes. You are perfect and I still cannot believe you picked me. You could have had anyone, yet you choose me."
She began to remove her gown. "I need you Sabre. Like nothing before." Her heart was racing. She couldn't wait to touch him and bring him to that point that he lets go. She ached to feel that moment with him now that they were bound to each other.
He was happy to watch as she removed her dress, his own anticipation building, Flori was his wife and this would be the first time he took her as such. He wondered whether she woiuld be different to him now? Would she still want to do the things that aroused him?
"The rune is known as 'Joining' it shows me as mated." He said quietly.
He knew when she stroked it like the others it would send shivers through him, making him servile to her very touch, such were their sensitivity and he liked being slave to her whims and touch....so very un-demonlike really.
"Then take me Flori....satisfy yourself....do all the things you like....that you desire....unleash your darkest needs...." He whispered.
"Mated" She quietly said and smiled wickedly. Yes, they were and as such she wanted to do just what he said...unleash her ever whim and darkest need. Her hands went to the marking and she traced it ever so slowly with first her fingernails and then her lips.
She didn't stop there. She traced each and every rune the same way. "Hand me my riding crop Sabre. Tonight I will hold nothing back for now I am secure in our union."
And she didn't. Flori used her crop on him as well as her hands. She touched and took what she wanted from the demon she was now bound too. From the darkest recess of her mind she unfurled her desires onto him. Though in most eyes it would be horrific for them it only brought them closer together. Their savage need of each other never fully sated. Just lulled for the time being.
The demon was thoroughly used by her, his handsome body striped deeply by her lash and he craved it from her. Her dominance of him was like nothing he had ever felt and he was equally as forceful in giving her what she needed. Nothing was unexplored and her cries of passion were loud.
Afterwards they lay there, both panting deeply, pupils dilated in their desire.
"You teach your demon husband well!" Sabre purred to his wife.
"I look forward to see how you manage our son." He trailed.
She stretched next to him. Loving the feel of his warmth. Turning she gave him soft little hisses along his chest. "Do I?" She said with mirth in her voice. "My husband has instructed me well." She traced their rune, as she was now thinking of it as. "My dear husband has shown me the way."
The soft flickering dance of the flames in the fireplace created shadows on the floor and wall which reminded her of their mating. Ferice and firey. Her kisses sent to his neck. Not demanding more just to show affection and tenderness towards him. She spoke between her soft kisses. "I will be affectionate and caring. But, he will also need to follow your rules. So if the case comes to be he needs a punishment I will do that as needed. But, he will know he is cared and loved. That his demon isn't to be held back but embraced."
She snuggled into his embrace and her eyes began to drift as her fingers rested on their rune.
Sabre smiled at her words, as she traced the Joining Rune he felt a shiver of pleasure deep inside, this woman certainly knew how to stimulate him.
"You will be an excellent mother Flori, firm and fair, loving and nurturing....I am sure Jelenis will do most excellently....I will be the same."
He smiled briefly when she said she would punish him if necessary, and his thoughts drifted to his punishment just now.
"Flori....if Jelenis was naughty and disobeyed our rules.....how would you punish him my darling." He whispered to her.
He so wanted to know...how her sweet mind would work....what would she do?
This caught her off guard. How does a mother punish a naughty son? She wasn't so sure that his own mother didn't have the right idea, the strap. But, at the same time his mother never showed the child affection so he only knew the strap.
But this didn't mean that she wouldn't use a similar instrument. He would need it. As does any child. But she would show him affection and love which he so badly craved. He would know he was being punished because he was loved and wanted, not because he was something born of evil.
She leaned up on her elbow and looked into his eyes with a wicked smile. "I shall use a special riding crop from him, Sabre. One of his own. In no time at all he will come to adore his punishments. Just as you do, my husband." She wrapped her leg over him and leaned in to kiss his full lips.
He leaned into her kiss and broke away with a grin.
"He will get his own riding crop huh to be chastised by his stepmother!" He mused.
"And come to adore his punishments....that will mean he will be naughty on purpose just to get his mother's attention. Tut tut. I am jealous" He teased.
He trailed a line from her side down over her hip.
He could feel Jelenis deeply under now and the spell at work, he had drugged the porridge to help him fall asleep and the magick worked, it tugged at him and he felt a little tired. It would be worth it, tomorrow the boy would wake in his bed, thinking himself younger than he was, remembering running away...and not much else. He had been carefully to erase all memory of himself from Jelenis' mind and Flori.
Flori let her head fall back and she laughed. "His father need not be. For I will be sure to administer only the most vicious on you." She whispered this seductively in his ear as she continued to place feather light kisses on him.
She shivered when he trailed s fingers over her leg.
"I wonder what punishment will my husband administer on me from time to time. I know sometimes I can be awfully wicked!" She winked and trailed her fingers across his runes. "Tonight you are all mine." She laid her head on his chest.
"Tomorrow we will be a family, he will awaken with the knowledge you are his father and you have welcomed him into your home. Invited him to stay. His life will be changed for the better." She didn't stop touching him as she spoke.
He contentedly listened to her as she continued to stroke the runes on his chest and like a big cat he arched upwards in a rumble of pleasure.
"Flori darling, I cannot let out all my secrets....your punishments will fit the crime...but be assured they will all take place here!" He whispered deliciously in her ear.
He glanced over to the instrument of his punishments tossed carelessly on the bed and he suddenly felt his desire grow,
"I am naughty am I not Flori my wife.....will you not punish me like you will him....exactly like him so I might see if it is suitable?" He pouted.
"After all is this spoilt brat of a demon not yours for the rest of the night!"
He nipped lightly at her neck.
She laughed softly! He was insatiable. But wasn't she as well. "But Sabre..." Her voice seductive as she picked up on his mood. "You may need to punish me from time to time in the sable...or maybe when we are out in the cold...oh I may get naughty out there you may have to from time to time remind me who the demon king really is." She moved her body next to his creating a heat within her that was consuming.
"Yes, yes! You are especially naughty!" Her eyes swimming with desire for him as she took the riding crop and administered the required punishment. "This is what our son may receive if he misbehaves." With that she let the crop repeatedly strike his flesh in varying degrees of viciousness. Until she lost herself in him.
Finally he was sated, he laid on his belly and rested next to Flori, partly because he was a little drained from the spell cast upon Jelenis but more so Flori could survey her handiwork on his scarlet behind. Tomorrow would be an interesting day, he would be a father and Flori a mother and they would raise a son, an ensorcelled son, but a son nonetheless.
He sighed sleepily.
"You are a stern wife Flori Flower."
With that he closed his eyes and the runes on his back glowed with soft violet light.
Flori smiled, she was fully spent. "Mmmm, I must be for my husband is a wicked demon." She teased softly.
She let her fingers trail over his scalded buttocks. She watched in amazement as the runes glowed she had never seen him in this state and although exhausted she could let this opportunity slip past. She traced them softly, all the way down his back and up to his shoulders.
Soon enough her head dipped and eyes shut. She murmured her love of him as she fell into a deep sleep herself. It was a dreamless one. She was at this moment content, happy, secure. A new life awaited once she opened her eyes and she could not wait to start this one.
Sabre had already left to move Jelenis to his room from the prison cell. He had undressed the lad and put him in a nightshirt and tucked him into bed, it would be a little while before he woke so it would give Flori time to dress and join him as concerned parents at the bedside.
He wore more reserved clothing today, grey breeches, a white shirt and black leather boots, over the top he wore a long grey coat, his shoulder length moonlight hair was tied back neatly with a black leather cord. He left Jelenis and went to his and Flori's bedroom to wake her with some tea.
"Flori darling.....wake up." He said softly.
"Here is some tea and you need to dress I want to be there when our son wakes up, he will be confused and disorientated and we can reassure him." He said gently.
Draped over the chair was a demure velvet gown the colour of green leaves, embroidered at the sleeves with gold leaves, the neck and cleavage were covered in lace, Sabre thought it would make a suitable impression. He wanted this to be seen as a strict and fair household run by his beautiful wife and himself. There would be nothing that spoke of what he and Flori shared behind closed doors....the only thing he had crafted and left by the gown for when she might need it was a fine and supple willow cane, there was a loop of silk attached to on end to affix to her wrist as needed. He was sure she would approve of this instrument of punishment for their son if he was disobedient.
He would not be to start, he would be grateful to be taken in....but there would be little slips, little breakings of set out rules and it would be either up to him or Flori on how to deal with them.
Flori had a deep restful sleep. She was warm and comfortable. Her dreams woven from pure happiness and love. If you were to see them one would witness fields of flowers and butterflies. Just pure happiness.
The image of Sabre taking Jelenis and herself to a field to collect rare herbs. Them spending the day in that field with a picnic. Then traveling home through Sabre mists to prepare then potions and poisons. The home being the fortress but the stables boosted hardy winter bred horses. A stable master, a stable boy, and smithy working with a large roaring fire to warm them as best it could. Flags flying with Sabre's crest...Jelenis now too. Slowly a kingdom coming together worthy of the demon king and his family.
His voice softly penetrated her dream and she moaned sleepily. But, a happy one at that. "Mmmm, sweet husband." She yawned and stretched. "Yes...oh tea, thank you ever so much." She sat up and gladly took the tea. Her eyes adjusted and she glanced at the dress. "The dress, Sabre, it is perfect." A soft flush caressed her cheeks as spotted the cane. She just smiled at him and nodded approvingly.
Upon leaving their bed she washed and dressed swiftly. Once done she twirled for him. She had put her hair up today and the dress fit perfectly and properly. "Will I do Sabre?" She questioned her husband.
Sabre smiled as he watched her twirl.
"You look perfect my love, the epitomy of a sweet wife and loving mother."
They left the room hand in hand and walked towards where Jelenis was sleeping.
"When he wakes Flori darling, he is going to be three or four years younger than he actually is, a boy that has run away from his mother, that has not known affection, I think you might want to baby him along for a little bit, just until he settles in." Sabre smiled, stopping outside the door.
"It is such a shame I could not make him a little boy again...it would have been easier."
They entered the room and tucked up in the middle of a warm cosy bed slept their 'son'. In sleep he looked so very innocent, so very beautiful, his skin like porcelain, long black lashes, tousled black hair and sweet red lips. He truly was a handsome young man....his eyes flickered as if dreaming and Sabre gestured to Flori to take a place where she was comfortable and ready to play a sweet and doting mother. He stood by the side of the bed, legs slightly apart and hands clasped behind his back, survey his son with concern.
The young man's eyes flickered and the sleep became more restless and suddenly he sat bolt upright with a cry, sweet silvery grey eyes opening, tearful.
"Where am I!"
Sabre stepped forward and in a very paternal tone answered.
"You are at my home Son....you ran away....Tray and Bel bought you here worried for your safety....try to remember Jelenis."
He had been careful to remove all trace of himself from the boy's memory, enhancing those of punishment by his real mother, the humiliation of being spanked regularly, the sting of the strap...her utter disdain of her child, the hatred she held for his father.
"You are with me and my wife Flori, you have been unconscious for a few days."
Flori flushed softly at his praise. It brought her such inner happiness to hear his soft words. She still longed for them.
As he guided her to Jelenis' room she took in all he said. The gravity of the situation not lost on her. As he mentioned wishing he could have turned him into a small boy she flashed him a smile. Yes it would have made it easier. "Sabre." She murmured softly. As an offering that she understood what he meant.
She gazed upon the sleeping young man, taking her spot near the edge of the bed but not too close. He was innocent in his sleep. His hair tousled slightly, his long lashes fanning out. He was just that still even at his age. A young boy lost and they were going to bring him home and into his own.
She spotted a chair and moved it in sitting on the edge of it with a worried, concerned, but loving expression. She glanced over at Sabre and he was everything a father figure would appear to be. He looked concerned and yet at the very same time powerful.
Her head quickly turned to the bed as the young man sprang up. A little confused. His voice lined with a little fear as to his where about. Sabre put him at ease. His voice crisp, concerned, and loving. As he introduced her as his wife Flori stood and came forward.
"Are you feeling ill? Do you have any aches? Or maybe you need a little something for your stomach? Some toast perhaps?" She walked to the edge of the bed and touched Jelenis' head as a mother would feeling for his temperature. She brought the back of her hand to his cheek and felt around his face. Her eyes filled with concern. "I think your temperature is normal. Thanks for this." She softly removed her hand from his face and sat on the edge of the bed. Her voice filled with worry for him. "But, I am more concerned how you are? It must have been a trial for you."
She played the part of a concerned mother. Her touch light, gentle, loving. Her concern for his wellbeing her main objective.
Jelenis looked scared, uncertain by her motherly concern like he had never felt such a thing, he looked anxiously back to Sabre.
"Where is Bel and Trayder? I am confused....How do I know you are my father?"
Sabre's face turned stern and his tone authoritative at the questions.
"I released Bel and Tray they had done their task in caring for you and looking out for you Jelenis, and be assured I am your father, do you think my loyal General would dump you with a stranger."
Jelenis chewed his bottom lip that sweet innocent habit that entranced Flori and only enhanced his childish vulnerability in that moment.
" I am sorry father...." His eyes filled with shimmery tears.
Sabre nodded curtly.
"You are a confused little boy, I think perhaps some time being mothered by Flori will calm you son."
He turned to his wife and nodded.
"I will be in my study darling if you need me. Perhaps when Jelenis is calmer you can dress him and both join me so I can outline the rules of living under our roof. They are firm but fair I think."
"Thank you love, yes I will tend to his needs. Jelenis just needs some time to adjust. He is frightened. Now, let me get you something light for you to eat. Perhaps toast, honey, some tea?"
She nodded at Sabre and turned to the boy and smiled the sweetest of smiles. One a loving mother would give her frightened child to sooth and calm them.
"Jelenis...what a lovely name." She smoothed the blankets out for him. "My name is Flori. You father told me of you. He is a stern man but you are his son and he loves you deeply." She hesitantly reached out to smooth his hair back from his eyes. She did so as not to startle him by the contact. "I hope you choose to stay here with us. I know you have a mother but maybe you would consider giving me a chance? I would love to teach you my trade. Maybe read together? One day maybe you could come to care for me as a mother, call me that. But for now Flori is fine. I know this is a big adjustment for you."
As she spoke the toast and tea appeared she smiled Sabre. She prepared a few slices and brought the tray to his bed. Flori placed it in front of him and made sure the tea brewed to satisfaction. Once that was done she unfolded the napkin and placed it for him. She walked to his closet and pulled out soft breeches and a button downed shirt with a warm jacket. She found stocking and boots, placing them at his dressing table.
She had spoken the whole time she prepared him for the day. Hoping her soothing voice would help dispel his nervousness.
Slowly and cautiously Jelenis nibbled on the toast and honey and took tiny little sips of the sweet tea. He was not used to being paid this much attention by a woman but she seemed very nice.
"Does my father love you .....umm....Flori?" He said timidly.
"I do not know anything about him....he seems very stern.....strict.....is he happy to see me?"
He watched as she set out of the clothes and wondered why she was being so gentle and kind to him, his mother always seemed so angry at him and she made it know with that strap regularly across his behind. He had threatened to run away and had this time and woke up here.
"What is your trade?" He asked after a sip of tea.
"What does my father do?"
She smiled as he began to open up. He really thought he was back three years! Sabre was a master! He truly was.
"He does Jelenis. As I love him very much." She was now setting out a brush and some ties for his hair should he want to pull it back. She tested the water in the washing bowl and pitcher. Check to be sure a fresh bar of soap was on hand.
"He is very pleased to see you. We were overjoyed when Bel and Tray brought you here. Concerned to for your wellbeing. Your father has been by your side all night with worry for you." She laid it on pretty thick but her voice was sweet and light. Like a butterfly which lands on the lily for its nectar. "We are both most pleased to see you wake today. How is your tea?"
She walked back over to the bed and sat on the foot of it so as not to crowd Jelenis. "Me, oh I am an alchemist. I brew potions and such to help heal the sick. Poisons as well too, but that is only if pressed, unfortunately sometimes we must do those things as well." She put the right inflection on her sentence so as to accentuate the positive and downcast the negative."
"Your father is a very powerful man Jelenis. In fact we just moved here to set up yet another of his kingdoms. We hope to provide a safe and prosperous land for all those willing to work and obey his rule. "Now once you are finished eating I shall wait outside the door for you, just call to me if you need anything. Once you are ready we will go down and met your father in his study." She got up and opened his bedroom door, closing it softly behind her. She rested against the heavy wooden door and smiled as she listen for his movements.
Slowly Jelenis got out out bed and moved to the bowl she had set up and he removed the night shirt and picked up the washcloth. He dipped it in the water and then applied soap and started to wash himself. Once he was done he moved to where Flori had set out the clothes and he started with the undercloth and then the stockings followed by the breeches and the shirt and the coat.
He was not sure about tying back his hair, he had never done so before, he chewed his lip in hesitation and then called out.
"Flori.....can you help me tie back my hair...like father."
Flori was listening at the door and heard him moving about so when he called out for her she opened the door and peered in. "Certainly Jelenis. I can help you."
She came closer and gestured for the brush. She took a tie and began to brush his long dark locks. "You have beautiful hair Jelenis." She gave them a few good strokes and tied the leather strip at the base of his neck. "There you go. Like the true prince you are Jelenis."
Flori smiled at him as she placed the brush on the dressing table. "You do not have to wear it as such, you know." Once again she smiled and this time softly patted his arm.
He responded to the gentle pat on the arm with a soft uncertain smile, and he rose and gave her the smallest polite bow. His mother had made sure he had been bought up to be polite if nothing else.
"Thank you Flori." He said quietly, keeping his silvery eyes lowered slightly, it was a habit, he never looked directly at his mother, she had thought him impertinent if he did, but she was always too bright to look at too.
"Will you show me to Father's study please, he said he wanted to speak to me of his household rules and I would like to tell him I would stay a while if it please both him and yourself that I do so."
He was such a sweet, innocent and shy boy at this point in time, one that had known hardship, but still remained innocent.
Flori held her smile. "Yes please come with me." She lead him out the bedroom door and along the corridor to the great stairs. Sabre had done a wondrous job in transforming the fortress' main building into a glorious chalet. There were wrought iron candelabra wall sconces, tall bronze claw-footed ones lining their way. The candles created a warmth.
They descended the grand stairs only to find they were not alone. Even Flori was surprised, although she hid it well, there was a butler and two maids tending to some actives. All three came to a stop and bowed.
The butler spoke first. "Lady Flori, Prince Jelenis. His Grace is in his study allow me to escort you." The two maids curtseyed and went back to their chores.
The butler continued in the lead just before arriving he addressed the young boy. "Master Jelenis, I am Abigor and I shall tend to your need when Lady Flori cannot whilest you call this home."
Abigor spoke silently to Flori...she knew this was one of Sabre's warriors. She nodded so he knew she understood and her smile widened.
He was tall, lean, his eyes a dark purple, with alabaster skin, hair as dark as the boys tied neatly at the nape of his neck. He wore black breeches, black boots, a crisp white buttoned shirt, and a black velvet jacket which hem met the top of his knee length boots.
Abigor knocked and upon receiving Sabre's command to enter he opened the door and ushered them inside. "If you need my your grace I shall be right outside the doors."
Flori smiled and nodded respectfully with a murmured thank you. She walked towards Sabre.
Jelenis stood and looked up at Abigor, his silvery eyes curious.
"I am pleased to meet you Abigor." He said softly and then turned to follow Flori.
Sabre was sat behind a large desk upon which there were rolls of parchment and he watched as his General showed them inside. He rose with a brief smile to the pair and gestured to the seats on the other side of the desk.
"It is good to see you up and about my son, I told you that Flori would be good for you." He said seating himself as they did.
He looked at the boy, so innocent and sweet, like he had been back then in the real point in time. He was dressed in suitable warm clothes and his hair was neat and tidy.
"Our home has rules Jelenis, ones set by Flori and myself and we expect you to abide by them whilst you reside here." Sabre began.
"I expect you to study under Flori's tutorship, she will test your reading and writing and teach you what a young Prince should know academically speaking of course."
He paused.
"Neither of us tolerate people that are lazy...if you are lazy young man or do not do your studies well and properly then you will be chastised....is that understood?"
Jelenis nodded silently.
"We are also prompt for breakfast, lunch and dinner, we are clean and you will be properly attired at all times."
He looked to Flori at this point.
"Jelenis will spend a couple of hours in the afternoon with myself and Abigor, we will teach him swordsmanship and such other male pursuits....again Jelenis you will be diligent or there will be consequences."
His dark eyes fixed on the boy, but they softened slightly just like a kind father's might.
"Its sounds harsh I know Jelenis....but I run a tight house and I want you to learn....it is all for your own good....is that not right Flori darling?"
Flori sat as he gestured. Making sure to adjust the skirt of her dress as she did so. She than gave her full attention to Sabre.
As he spoke she didn't waiver. Sitting straight so as to give him his proper command, only speaking up when he invited her to do so. "That is correct my love. One of our families stature needs to lead by example, and keeping a reign over it is the proper way to do this."
She turned to Jelenis though after speaking her agreement of Sabre's method of running his home, his kingdom. Her eyes softened, "That is not to say we do not enjoy ourselves Jelenis. You will find all manner of indulgence too from music, reading, and riding. Most anything you could ask for your father will provide., within reason of course, when reward is warranted. For if we didn't enjoy ourselves from time to time what would be the propose of all our hard work."
She turned back to Sabre. her eyes shone with love and respect for him. "You will find if you live by his rules he will make all your dreams come true." Turning back to Jelenis she adds, "Your father's rules are fair and for our safety and well being."
Flori remained seated in case Sabre needed to add something. She did have some questions but they would speak privately as they were about Jelenis.
Sabre picked up on her need to speak and he turned to the boy.
"Go outside to Abigor and ask him to show you the stables, there are a couple of riding horses there, afterwards he will show you the gallery where you will learn swordplay."
Jelenis rose and bowed to his father as was proper.
"Thank you for your instruction father, and you too Lady Flori, I shall try very hard to please you."
He turned and went to the door, opening it and stepping outside, he closed it again. Sabre looked to Flori.
"You have questions darling?"
He was having some dark and naughty thoughts of last night and of Flori punishing Jelenis, he just could not help it.
Abigor stood still on the opposite side of the door. His fingers grazing the side of his cheek and chin. A smile slowly spreading across his lips. His King was ingenious. Abigor reviewed the details in his head, Sabre told him of the angelic blood coursing through Jelenis.
The boy would soon be there's.
The demon Abigor had served Sabre faithfully all these past years while his demon king had been held by Jelenis' father. He watched over his kingdom and upheld their places amongst the demon families. He never waived in his service all these years. When Sabre had summoned him at first it was so faint Abigor had not felt it. Only the day before and he came right away.
The morning of the binding ceremony Abigor had arrived he and Sabre had spoken and his King told of his idea. Abigor had summoned a few of his minions. More would soon come in fact in the next few days this would seem as any kingdom.
Abigor thought this was their chance of revenge for all the boy's father had done to them.
As the door opened he stood in attention as he saw Jelenis come out of the study. "Prince." He bowed. "How many I be of assistance to you this day?"
Flori nodded and smiled at him, "I trust you will Jelenis. Now go see those horses I am sure you will find one to your liking."
She stood and came to Sabre's side and only when the door shut did she speak softly. "Sabre. Does he know your name? If I call you by it will that ruin your work?"
She was concerned for she wasn't sure if Jelenis knew his father's name or not.
"Also, the other one, uh, demon, Abigor? He spoke to me as you do. He said he was here for you and by your command. How? When?" She looked at him. Her eyes wide and curious.
But she noticed something in those eyes. Something smoldering and her heart beat quickened. She began to innocently twirl a strand of her rich brown hair around her delicate finger, tugging on it a little. "Oh my. Husband...is there something your loving wife can do for you?" Her voice seductive and her smile quite wicked.
The two maids are Abigor's succubi. They tended his every need.
He instructed them never to reveal who they really were to the boy. No magic, no mist, no nothing they were to act human. So Destruction and Demise did as their master bid. He told them to go by their pet names, Des and Mie.
Right now they were in the great hall cleaning up and getting use to their new home. Both snickered as they thought of their King Sabre and Master Abigor. Both were happy to be back with them both they had missed their King.
Jelenis looked up at Abigor and to be honest he was a little afraid of the butler, he looked as equally as imposing as his father.
"My Father asked that you show me the stables and the gallery Sir." He said looking away from the deep purple gaze of his father's butler.
His father had some strict rules but as Flori had said they were there for a reason and that there would be fun too if he worked hard and did as he was told. He had to be honest his writing could be better as well as his reading too, he did not attend the tutor much at home. He could read some and write his words but not well.
He looked back to the butler.
"Have you worked with my father a long time?"
Sabre smiled at her, a deep longing smile, that spoke of the many things she might do for him, he answered her first question for now.
"All trace of me is wiped from his mind, he did not know his father by name so you may speak mine love." He said throatily.
He came about the desk to touch her face.
"How do you know what goes on in my mind Flori?" he whispered.
"How can you see that I think of what we did last night, I ache for it, you have such a way about you."
He grinned and pulled back.
"Of course there is always Abigor....I think he would punish the lad if I demanded it...would it excite you Flori to watch that? If he failed at his sword play, would you like to see him punished in the gallery by my powerful Abigor? I think my loyal General and now our butler excites your senses too." He trailed.
He was teasing her, suggesting that she was turned on by Abigor, what female would not be, his general and best friend was indeed a sight to behold, all dark hair and purple eyes.
Abigor raised himself up but kept a smile to appear hospitable. "Come young Prince. We will get over over coats and riding boots. We will go to the stable and you may pick a horse for yourself. Then we head to the gallery and we will fit you with a sword and begin your training." He began to lead Jelenis down the hallway into the great room where Mie was putting what appeared to be silverware away. Abigor gestured for Jelenis to halt. With a clap of his hands and his deep voice he called to the maid, "Mie, please fetch our over coats and riding boots."
The maid smiled and nodded, her dark red hair was pulled back tightly and jade green eyes sparkled. "Yes M'Lord, right away." She smiled at Jelenis as she curtseyed.
"Mie will return with our required wears. As for how long I have worked for your father, well Jelenis my Prince. It has been my life's duty, so over these past 200 years. I serve him faithfully. As you will come to learn he is a stern but fair man."
Mie returned with fur lined overcoats and shiny riding boot, the rim trimmed with fur to match their charcoal overcoats. She helped Jelenis put his boots and overcoat on smiling every so often and giggling softly as well. Abigor ignored her attention to the young man it was her nature to flirt after all.
"Follow me Jelenis." Abigor walked through the entranceway held the door for his prince and lead the way to the stables. Wherein a stable boy was awaiting.
The knowledge that she could freely speak his name was reassuring. But by now her mind was not on anything but what she could do for her husband. What pleasure she could give him.
He came around the desk and touched her face sending tantalizing sensations coursing through her.
"I see what you desire because you allow me too my love." Her own voice sultry and deep.
"Because I too cannot get it out of my mind either. The site of your redden flesh by my own hand sends me into a frenzy. One that will only be calmed by more of the same."
Flori lowered her lashes as he pulled back and pouted playfully with him. The name of his General Abigor makes her look up and listen. Her smile began to take a darker turn as she immediately had an image of the picture Sabre painted. The thought of it alone was enough to have her quivering with desire.
She walked closer to him and leaned into him. "Come my husband let me take you to our room and we can explore what your General could do to teach Jelenis. I can practice as well...you know I want to be sure I do it correctly." Her voice was husky with the thought of using her riding crop on him. She was aching to touch him again.
Sabre grinned and he took her hand and allowed himself to be led by her.
"Flori my dear you are very wicked...I am sure you will make an exacting and strong school teacher." He purred.
"And as for Abigor, as much as you might desire him, he is off limits my love....only I am the one you can toy with...though I will allow him to play with Jelenis to satisfy your desires. Would you like to see Abigor punish our little prince?" He whispered in her ear.
He led her up to their room and entered locking the door behind him and he leaned against it to look at his primly dressed wife, though there was nothing prim about her manner.
His eyes slid to the cane and then back to her.
"So my wife, my school teacher.....how do you deal with naughty boys that do not learn their lessons?"
Jelenis walked at the side of the butler out into the courtyard and into the stables where he could smell the sweet scent of hay and warm horse. He felt excited, he had never been allowed a horse before, though he could ride. There were two large black stallions, a sweet looking bay mare and a young grey stallion with a black mane and tail. He went to the grey and petted the soft velvet nose gently.
"I like this one Abigor." He said softly.
The black stallions looked far too ferocious and he wagered one belonged to his father and likely the other one to Abigor, he guessed the bay mare was Lady Flori's.
"What should your name be?" He asked the horse gently as he petted and fussed him.
"I would like to call you Darkmane....can I call him Darkmane Abigor?"
Her breathing was quickening. "I shall be sure to instill our beliefs, teach him the importance of reading, writing, and alchemy." She said this as she ran her hands up and along his arms. "I shall expect nothing less than excellence from our young prince."
She blushed as he laid his claim over her, she hadn't really thought of it but now that he said it she could help but feel pleased he should want her all to himself. This made her want him that much more. She practically melted as he whispered in her ear.
"Indeed....oh Sabre! Yes! I would love to see how Abigor will discipline our son...our little prince."
She watched him as he locked the door and she ran her hand seductively over herself for his stimulation and visual pleasure. She followed his line of sight and slowly walked over the the cane and picking it up slide it over her upper body teasingly. "I will show you my Demon King...let me give you first hand knowledge of what happens when you do not complete your lessons as expected!"
With that she went to him and lightly touched his body with the cane, she then placed it in her mouth so the could undo his jacket and shirt. She needed to see his powerful chest. His strong arms and back. Her breathing grew rapid as she eagerly touched him and let the cane trail over his torso.
Abigor nodded to the stable boy, yes another one of their minions. Under the boy's hat two small horns penetrated through his skull. He nodded at Abigor. He would tend to the stable and bring over a beautiful riding saddle for the prince. He was eager to meet the boy. He too was about the same age and looked forward to having one his own age to have around.
Gen'pi pulled the blanket that was over the black saddle off and waited for Abigor to bring the prince over. When Jelenis would first see him Gen'pi would appear like just another boy. Brown hair, black eyes, full red lips, and tan skin of slightly muscular build. He had on brown breeches, dark brown boots, a thick hat and a brown overcoat. Hanging from his ears a few hooped earrings, under his clothes a few runes branding him to Sabre and Abigor.
Abigor smiled softly at the prince. "I think that is a lovely name for your stallion. You will find a fully stocked tact room, which of course you may utilize. And, how could I forget!" He chuckled and tapped his head in an absent minded fashion. "You should met Gen'pi, he is our stable boy, he hopes to be master On day, perhaps you can help him achieve this station Prince."
He clapped and called to the boy. "Gen'pi, please come over."
Now Abigor took a step back he wanted to watch how Jelenis would react with the stable boy. Would they be able to become friends? This would help them if Jelenis thought he could confide in a trusted friend.
Gen'pi came around leaving the saddle on the table for the time being. "M'lord."
He walked over to Jelenis and bowed respectfully. "Good day Prince, I am honored to meet you. Please should you need anything just ask, I am here to serve you." He came up to full height and was slightly taller then the Prince.
Gen'pi lowered his head but his eyes met Jelenis' for a moment and he smiled softly, a slight blush coming to his cheeks. He swallowed as he was struck by the young princes beauty.
Gen'pi had no prior knowledge of Abigor's anterior motives of the two meeting. So the General was very pleased with the reaction from Gen'pi.
Sabre moaned softly as his wife stroked him lightly with her newest instrument of discipline, it seemed that Flori excelled in that area to perfection.
"Yes Flori teach me what happens if I do not pay attention to my studies properly!" He breathed.
Their relationship was simple, husband and wife together, no more, no less, seeking to please each other.
"What would you see Abigor do my love, how would you see him discipline Jelenis, I must make my instruction exact."
He knew she wanted to see Abigor, shirt off, sweated from his swordplay, firm and as exacting as she in his role to the sweet princeling. Abigor had many skills, after all it was what had made him a General and he and Sabre friends.
As Gen'Pi was blushing at that moment so did Jelenis, the admiring gaze of the taller stable lad did not go unnoticed and he suddenly felt very warm.
"I am pleased to meet you Gen'Pi." He said softly, his tone wavering a little.
He had not had much contact with anyone his own age, his mother had not liked it saying that they would be a bad influence on him or vice versa more likely.
"Please call me Jelenis, I am not used to such titles, if that is alright with Abigor to do so?" He said looking towards the forboding butler behind him.
He felt quite strange in the warmth of the stable, stood between the stable boy and the butler, like they were both watching him with anticipation, what he would do, how he would react.
"Is that saddle for Darkmane?" He asked sweetly walking over to the table and touching the dark leather with the tops of his fingers.
He wanted to ride the horse, it had been so long since he had felt the raw power of a horse between his thighs and galloped with the wind in his face. It was another thing mother barely ever allowed, he spent most of his time cooped up in his room.
"Are you going to ride with me Abigor or will Gen'Pi accompany me? How long do I get before I have to accompany you to the gallery?"
Flori cooed with pleasure as she not only told Sabre but showed him what she wanted to happen. The cane coming down in just the right pleasure spots. She mixed them with harsh and loving caresses. Flori felt what he felt which made her dizzy with desire for him. She had remained clothed at first in the demonstrations but that did not last long. Soon they fell to the bed together locked in each other's embrace.
When she was with him in this way he allowed her to feel powerful and in control. She became her full self it felt. She would never tire of his desire for her. Their lovemaking always brought her to heights she knew not existed. Now that they were bound it was that much more passionate, fierce, almost brutal.
Her shouts of his name drowned out by his mouth kissing her as they came together. Until she laid in his arms with a sheen of perspiration covering her body, making it appear she was glowing with the soft light from the fireplace. Her fingers trailing those runes she could never get enough of touching. "I love you Sabre, my husband, my king."
She stayed there for a little bit and actually dozed off in the sheer happiness that surrounded her.
Sabre smiled, his body was smarting in all the right places.
"I love you too Flori Flower." He said using his pet name for her.
"Tonight you and I will take a drink with Abigor in my study privately once you have put Jelenis to bed." He said with a smile.
"Remember what I said about babying him along, it will be a new experience for him having a nice mother put him to bed after his evening meal, perhaps with a book for him to start learning from." He purred.
He knew for a fact that Jelenis' reading skills left something to be desired, but he would keep that from Flori for now, she would discover it soon enough when she sat him down for his lessons and he was ill prepared.
"I wonder how our sweet innocent son fares with Abigor?" He whispered in her ear.
Abigor smile grew. This seemed to be working. The innocence of Jelenis and the loneliness of his Stable boy seemed to be a perfect match. "You may have your friend call you by which ever title you choose Price. Your father will expect myself and few others of his company to refer to you by your proper title. But, yes Gen'pi may call you by your name."
He watched the further exchange of the two and could be more pleased.
Gen'pi lowered his gaze from Abigor so as to hide the slight excitement he was feeling towards being called friend possibly...to Jelenis...by the imposing lord. She shifted slightly and was relieved when Jelenis saw the saddle behind him and eagerly walked over to it. "Yes, this is yours. I could prepare uh, you called him, Darkmane? Right?" Gen'pi went to get the poper blanket and reins to affix to the princes horse.
Abigor thought for a moment his smile never waiving. This was even better than Sabre and he had hoped for. "My prince, you have plenty of time for a ride. In fact it is still only midmorning. Your sword practice beings at two...so you have roughly two hours before you need to be back for lunch. Your father will expect you back by 12:15 PM sharp." He looked at the stable boy he made a swift decision to allow Gen'pi to escort Jelenis. In the coral outside another horse began to nicker; it was one for Gen'pi.
"Gen'pi may accompany you this morning as I am sure this ride is just for fun. You both have two hours to enjoy yourselves but I expect you back here at 12:00 PM so we can wash up for lunch." He turned to the stable boy. "Make sure you have him back here or there will be no evening meal." Now this may seem the stable boy ate like Jelenis but what the beast within craved was much more than just meat, he needed souls and without them his body was in pain so the warning was a grave one.
Gen'pi had been getting Jeleis' horse ready when he heard the whickering of the one outside. He was thrilled to go. Maybe Jelenis and he could form a friendship. Maybe he wouldn't be afraid of him like most were when they found out what he was. For Jelenis was the Dark Prince, surely he would not mind.
"Here you go Prin...uh...Jelenis. Let me go get my horse and I will meet you at the doors." Gen'pi went to the coral to find his horse all ready but his was a little different it's eyes glowed red. Gen'pi knew they would be protected by this beast, it was a shadow serpent made to look a horse.
"Now my prince, I will be here upon your return. Then we will have you dine and after that be brought to the gallery for sword training. Tomorrow you will start your lessons with Lady Flori."
Floris snuggled in closer as she heard his voice and came too.
"That sounds wonderful. I should want to be sure that I follow the same steps as Abigor. I want us all to follow the same path so as we are a team. This way we are stronger." She nuzzled his chest with sweet little love bites, nothing demanding, more comfort.
"I think letting him go to the stable was a lovely treat. He starts with a reward and then has a lesson with Abigor. He will come to understand reward as a bit of freedom so to speak. Times where he can just be a boy. I think this is the best thing anyone could have done for him. And now he has a much needed father."
Lounging next to him she couldn't help but admire his beautiful physique. "Oh Sabre, yes that is a wonderful idea. Treat him just as a loving mother would have. Like my own did. He will be washed in it and feel our love first. You are so amazing Sabre with your thoughts and ideas."
Laughing a little she raised her eye brows, "I wonder too. He seems so different than the other two you spoke of. Abigor seems he could be quite forceful when the need arose." She leaned up and kissed him soundly.
Jelenis led Darkmane to the stable door and out into the yard and he watched as Gen'Pi mounted the larger black horse that was waiting in the corral for him. Jelenis lightly mounted his own horse relishing the feel of the saddle and horse between his legs, responding to the slightest movement.
He smiled shyly at Gen'Pi.
"It has been a little while since I have ridden, might we take the pace slowly?" He asked, his voice while masculine was sweet across the courtyard.
He cut a fine figure on the horse, his porcelain white skin and black hair set off perfectly against the darkness of the overcoat he wore. His silvery grey eyes were bright and excited as he looked towards the stable lad. Thick dark lashes were almost cast down demurely at times not quite meeting Gen'Pi's gaze.
"We must make sure we are back on time I would not want to anger Father with my tardiness."
He dug his heels in and the horse set off at a trot out of the courtyard gate and he looked back to see if Gen'Pi followed. What he did see was Abigor watching the pair of them with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes fixed firmly on them as they rode out.
Sabre grinned at her words.
"Abigor is a force to be reckoned with my love...he and I are not just Master and Servant we are friends as well...close friends." He said softly.
"He has kept order in the Tenth Ring during my absence, and was first to come when I called."
He returned her kiss with equally force and passion and then rose to find his clothes.
"I suppose I should do kingly things and not spend my time lounging in your sweet embrace!" He teased gently.
"You should also take a look at the household servants provided to you are you are Mistress here, they have been bought to give an air of normality to the place. There are maids and a cook, you might want to discuss the lunch and dinner menu for tonight with them."
He winked at her.
"We always have tonight to resume my discipline if you so wish. Though no fantasising about Abigor remember...though I could understand why you might!"
Gen'pi led the black beast to the Princes side. The horse released two powerful streams of smoke from its nostrils as its hooves clopped against the cobblestone.
The stable boy felt honored to be riding with the dark prince. Sabre's son. The one whom one day would inherit all Sabre's kingdom. He could only wish to be to Jelenis as Abigor was too Sabre. Maybe if he befriended the boy who knew what could happen? He certainly wasn't what Gen'pi had expected. He was beautiful where Sabre was handsome. He seemed timid where's Sabre was confident. He could see why the King wanted to take over the tutelage of his son.
The Prince had a softness that was much unexpected to Gen'pi. But, this didn't lessen the prince to him. Not at all in fact...it made him feel protective of him. Want to serve him. But when his lashes fluttered Gen'pi couldn't deny the beating of his heart increase and the pit of his stomach feel funny. He also turned away, his face red.
"No worries my prin...Jelenis. You will not be late. I know all too well how your father can be. You have my word I will never be the one to bring his wrath on you." With that he clicked the horse to a trot so he was slightly behind his Prince.
Jelenis' look back wasn't lost on Abigor. He didn't move until the two were out of sight. He had to let Sabre know of this right away. This was working better than either demon could have wished. Abigor headed back through the court yard to the main building.
Sabre and Flori were coming down the main staircase and would see Abigor when he strode in. Sabre tilted his head in acknowledgement.
"Abigor, you look most satisfied with yourself, I take it my son is out riding...you did not accompany him?" He asked curiously.
He gestured to the comfortable study and smiled at Flori.
"Did you want to accompany us my darling...you can get to know my dear friend and General and see what plots and plans he has been about." He winked to Abigor.
"I know you old friend....what have wickedness have you set in motion?"
Abigor looked up smiled and bowed politely. As Sabre asked him about the riding he only smiled a bit more sinister. "Indeed something better cropped up." His words would surely not be missed on the two. Abigor could understand why Sabre took to the elf. She had an innocence about her yet something deep in her eyes told of a very different story.
He followed into the study. Taking a seat by the fireplace.
Flori smiled back at her husband, hesitated a moment then nodded yes. "I would like that Sabre." She nodded at Abigor respectfully for she felt a little intimidated by the demon. Like he could read her mind and all the delicious and nasty things she thought of. She walked into the study as Sabre held the door and sat in a smaller chair nearest Sabre.
Abigor waited for Sabre to settle and he then began. "Do you remember my stable boy, Gen'pi?" When Sabre nodded he continued. "I brought him along as he is always faithful and has a way with innocent ones. When you told me of the Prince I knew they would be perfect for one another. Since Gen'pi longs for a friend and Jelenis had none I paired them. Two confused souls reaching for one another. Gen'pi and Jelenis hit it off more than I could have expected. In fact one was lowering his lashes while the other blushed." He laughed at his craftiness. "I needed only to introduce them. So I summoned another protector and had Gen'pi take the first ride with him. Let it be a treat. I feel them now. Gen'pi has taken a deep liking for our little prince. Anyone try to take him, I know they will not make it very far his bestial form will rip them apart." He looked at Flori and lowered his head. "My pardons Queen."
Abigor looked back at Sabre, "Yes, I should say between Mie, Des, and Gen'pi our little prince will be a mess with longing and desire. I have made it clear to Mie and Des he is not to be deflowered. I will warn Gen'Pi upon their return of the same."
Flori nodded as if to tell Abigor no worries. She couldn't help but smile. "So Mie, Des, and Gen'Pi are your...soldiers? How does this all work?"
She looked at both men not quite sure but wanting to understand her roll. She wondered of the two maids as well. They were beautiful. Would Sabre partake in pleasures with them? Did she mind if he did? She was being opened to a whole new world.
Sabre chuckled as he listened to Abigor's tale.
"Well...Well....who would have thought." He purred.
"Yes tell Gen'Pi not to deflower him, though I am sure he will be sorely tempted to....but I think there may be room for a few stolen kisses and a little seduction!" He said softly.
"Perhaps our two young men might explore a little....as young curious men might, do you think Gen'Pi will be up to such, could he seduce Jelenis a little, steal some of that innocence...may be in time they will get a little heated in the hayloft and perhaps be discovered.....then the prince can be bought to me to explain himself."
Sabre looked to Flori.
"Would you like to discover them darling? Would you like to see his first naughty sin."
He was in his element now, with Abigor and Flori helping him plot such wickedness, the immoral seduction of their sweet prince Jelenis.
"I wonder who will be the one to finally take his innocence....so many choices.....!" He purred.
He turned to Flori.
"Your role is to be his loving mother...kind but exacting...he will come to long for you too darling....never fear."
Abigor nodded and chuckled himself. It was good to be back with his King. The plans for this particular assignment was just to his liking. Jelenis' father thought he had hold of his king and so now they had hold of the dark prince.
"Rest assured Gen'pi is up for the challenge of seducing Jelenis. He will be disappointed to knowing he cannot fully have him but that is to be expected who wouldn't be. But, he is loyal and once given a directive he carries it out. He will sin with Gen'pi and long to sin again even after he is coaught and properly chastised." His laugh was silky and deep.
Flori couldn't help but smile. She had bound herself to a mastermind! These two seemed to be able to plot perfectly together. "I think it would be most humiliating for him to be caught by me. As I will be the loving but firm hand and to find him in that way would be such a naughty delight." She joined in the mirth.
"I fear not and trust you and Abigor my sweet husband will fully bring our son into your folds. I have no fear at all." She smiled seductively at him.
Abigor stood and bowed. "Now let me go to the gallery to ensure I have everything I need. For if our plan works Sabre My'lord and Jelenis does embrace his darkness we would do wise to train him well so he serves you well." With another nod he saw his way out.
Flori looked at Sabre. "I am excited to watch his sword training, can we watch or is this inappropriate my husband?"
Sabre looked to Abigor who nodded his dark head.
"Of course I would be happy for you to come along and watch my Darling, he is our son after all and I would see what he is made of...Abigor can be a stern Master when teaching."
He smiled and rose to come and kiss her cheek.
"Is my queen not beautiful Abigor." He said softly.
"She knows how to please her husband in so many things."
Sabre gestured to the door.
"It is almost time for lunch and the boys will be back shortly, when Jelenis goes to wash up...speak to Gen'Pi, gauge how much he desires him Abigor and make sure he knows he cannot mount and deflower him no matter how much he wants to."
The two horses were ambling on the trail back towards home, the two boys had not spoken much, Jelenis did not quite know what to say to Gen'Pi and still felt very odd inside about the way the stable lad had looked at him in the stable. He was somewhat taller and more muscled than Jelenis, not that Jelen was weak. Gen'Pi was obviously used to hard work where he had spent time alone in his room.
"Have you worked for Abigor long?" He finally plucked up the courage and spoke, his voice soft and velvety on the crisp snowy air.
"He seems a little scary...quite foreboding...but I suppose my father is a bit like that too."
He chewed his sweet red bottom lip lightly.
"Flori seems very nice though."
They were not far from the gate now, and Jelenis had to admit to himself that being unused to riding for so long he felt a little saddle sore. He shook his head, not that he would ever admit it to anyone especially Gen'Pi...he did not want the stable lad thinking him soft and pampered.
Gen'pi rode along just enjoying the prince's company. He stole some glances at the young prince along the way. He was mesmerized by his beauty. The gentleness of the dark prince was still amazing to him, how could this be?
"Abigor can be frightening yes, as can your father. I pity those who stand in there way. But, your father was very pleased when the two brought you here..." His voice lowered and his color grew high. "As am I now Prin...Jelenis." He kept forgetting to not call him Prince first. And this made him squint a bit in further embarrassment.
He knew little but what Abigor told him. That Sabre was the boy's father, he was 15, and Flori was Sabre's wife. That Bel and Tray brought him here after running away. That he was part demon and part angle and it was their duty to bring him into the darkness. He did not know Flori in fact hadn't even seen her yet. "I have not met your stepmother as of yet. I was at another location tending for Abigor so I look forward to meeting her. She must be wonderful to have tamed one such as your father." He looked away again, those silvery eyes of the prince made him wish to.... He stopped! He was the Prince! and Gen'pi just a stable boy.
"See we are back even earlier then planned!" Gen'pi said happily. "Perhaps you would like to give Darkmane an apple?" He said as he led them toward the stable and quickly dismounted to help Jelenis.
Abigor smiled at his King. "Gen'pi will be instructed My'lord. he has never disobeyed as he understands his punishment. But once I ascertained the information I will be sure to keep you both updated."
He walked to the door and held it for Flori and his King. "I shall be off to the stables. Mie and Des have set everything for lunch." He hesitated a moment and then nodded.
Abigor pulled his overcoat back on and went to meet the boys at the stable. What he was going to tell Sabre was that one of his most loyal of decibels would be here on the morrow. She was a force to be reckoned with, Viola would not be pleased Sabre has bound himself or mated with another. But she would come around. He could feel Gen'pi was already back, soon he'd be able to tell that Jelenis was too but it was too new yet.
Flore blushed as Abigor smiled. Sabre truly made her feel a Queen.
"Thank you, my King. You are too kind to me."
Flori was in awe over how his kingdom was coming together. In just a few days he had his General, two maids, a stable boy, a son, and a wife. Sabre was lord and master over this...their home. She was excited for what lied ahead. She wondered if Jelenis harnessed his darker nature could he become one of Sabre's Generals? This put Jelenis in a whole new light for her. Where she had seen him as weak now was changing. He could very well take over for Sabre as his known son.
"I must admit I am overjoyed with the direction things are going. And to think I am a mother, well of sorts. Until Jelenis sees me as such that is. I am looking forward to mothering him...disciplining him as needed...as well as administering some form of the same to his father." She smiled at him and winked! It was playful...thoughts for their time behind closed doors.
"I should prepare some lessons for him as well this afternoon. I cannot wait to get started and to think a story time this evening. Sabre you have given me more than I could ever hope for." She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently.
Mie and Des had prepared with their lords demon Magic a fest for their King, Queen, and son. Their giggles and murmurs could be heard as they discussed the young prince. Both pouting that they could only suggestively tease the young boy. Both girls looked forward to the game for their lord Abigor would relieve their tensions they may be built.
Viola cleaned up the last of the souls. She clicked her long red nails against the hilt of her rapier. Lord Abigor had summoned her. She felt his calling. Their King was home! She was to come right away. Viola wasted no time in slaughtering the weak and taking as her own the ones she could corrupt. She smoothed back her raven black hair, her wings closed around her. he was eager to get to her King and his lord...her lord...home where they could finally begin their reign. She would be there on the morrow. Would her King be pleased with all she had done for him. She only closed her eyes and let her Lord Abigor know of her arrival.
Jelenis was sweet and grateful as Gen'Pi assisted him down from the horse and he nodded at the suggestion of the Apple. He watched as the lad drew a knife and quartered it, handing him the pieces which he fed to Darkmane. Taking the last piece his fingertips lightly brushed Gen'Pis own and the Prince's face coloured a little high on his cheeks.
"Thank you Gen'Pi." He said softly, his silvery eyes a little confused at the sudden heat in his face that only made him look all the more innocent and yet desirable.
The action of biting his lower lip as he did in moments of confusion only adding to the overall effect. He turned to see Abigor striding across the courtyard and turned back to Gen'Pi with the most grateful of smiles.
"Thank you for taking me riding Gen'Pi. I must go and get ready for lunch." He started towards the butler, turning to give the stable lad a brief wave as he did.
Sabre kissed his wife's hand and let it go.
"We should prepare for lunch and for his swordsmanship lesson this afternoon, I might even join in and Abigor and I can show the boy how it should be done." He smiled.
His mind was full of thoughts, mainly to do with Jelenis and that stable boy, who would have thought that Jelenis might have such a yearning inside under that sweet and apparently not so innocent exterior. The night Flori would find them together would be very sweet, he could almost imagine the shock on Jelenis' face as he was caught perhaps in the tight strong embrace of Gen'Pi, their lips meeting, semi clad. It would hard for the stable boy not to carry the whole act through he wagered, especially if he was as besotted with Jelenis as Abigor suggested.
He smiled to himself, he might even let him eventually as a reward for services rendered, a stable boy deflowering his enemy's son, a royal son, a King's son....that would be sweet revenge in deed and such a taint on the Angelic's blood he would be damned for all eternity by his heavenly family. He would discuss it with Flori and Abigor later.
For now though everything would move on as normal.
Jelenis reached Abigor slightly breathless and he did not know why his heart was hammering so hard in his chest. He looked up into the stern face of the butler and his silver eyes were wide and beautiful.
"We got back on time." He said softly.
"Should I go and get ready for lunch with father and Fl....ummm...mother." He said choosing to use that word in the hope that it would make him seem like he wanted to fit in.
His cheeks were flushed red with the fresh cool air from his exercise and his dark hair had come slightly loose from the binding sending loose tendrils of raven black hair about his face. He was truly fair, as only the offspring of one of the heavenly high and one of the demon realm could be. His silver eyes so entrancing, holding such a sweet innocence that had only scant moments ago created such wayward thoughts in Gen'Pis mind. They might create wayward thoughts in quite a few minds.
"What should I wear to lunch Abigor....do I wear these clothes or the ones I will learn the sword in or something else?"
Flori followed Sabre. "That would be lovely Sabre. I would care very much to watch you." As she said it she had very distinct images of him with a sword. Ones she would discuss later with him.
He led her to the dressing room where she freshened up for the lunch. Fixing her hair and dress. No need to change for it wasn't as though guess were there. She knew this from tending to Lord Hernon's lunches. She immediately striagthened. An evil smile spread across her face, yes the Lord. She hadn't thought of him recently. Her smile was filled with hate for the man but oddly she mused had he not done what he did she may not be here now.
Flori set those memories aside. She wondered his Sabre would be willing to remove that branding on her back. She hated knowing it was there. She knew he never mentioned it for her feeling would surely be hurt. But now that she was bonded to him she would walk through hell to be rid of the mark.
She finished reading herself and as she opened the door Des was in the motion of knocking. "Miss!" She jumped back started then laughed a little. "Sorry Queen Flori. Please forgive me."
Flori was startled as well and also jumped back slightly but soon recovered and chuckled as well. "No need to apologies. Er...sorry which one are you?" Flori did not know which girl was which.
Des smiled. Her long blond hair pulled into a braid, her soft blue eyes surrounded by blonde lashes, she almost looked an angle. Almost. Her full soft pouted lips she stained a blood red. And was often curved in a vicious smile. "I am Des, you grace. And if it would please you to follow me I will escort you to the lunch."
Flori nodded and followed the women. She couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster. Des was especially pretty in a way Flori was not. Flori's dark hair and blue eyes next to Des' blonde hair and blue eyes made for a stunning contrast as they entered the dinning room.
Sabre was already in the Dining room sat at the head of the table, he cut an elegant figure still in his grey breeches and white shirt over which he now wore a grey and red embroidered waistcoat, losing the more austere long coat.
He smiled as he saw Flori and he gestured to a chair at his right, where a long stemmed glass of pale coloured wine stood waiting for her. The one he drank from contained a deeper crimson wine which he preferred when he did partake.
"I would think Jelenis will be here soon." He said softly.
"I understand he and the stable boy arrived back early from their ride." He smiled, a wicked smile.
"I would discuss something with you and Abigor later my love, something of importance, I would have both your views on the matter, would you join me in my study after you have put our little Prince to bed tonight." He said softly.
"It is a plan for later...further down the road, but it has delicious merit to it and will see my enemy shamed far and wide as well as Jelenis' other family."
Gen'pi smiled as he watched the prince, his mind danced with visons of things he would like to do to the young master.
His smile was not lost on Abigor.
"No need to change Prince. Your mother..." He too used the term to show Jelenis he did not miss it with a smile. "Is just freshening up as is your father. Why don't you do the same, if you should require help I can send Des to assist? Would you care for her assistances?" Abigor said it in a casual manner. As he knew Des would not mind helping him.
Once you are finished met your parents in the dining room where lunch will be waiting. I need to see Gen'pi on some supplies." He began to walk away but called back out to Jelenis. "Just remember to change out of your riding boots upon entering." He said as an afterthought.
Abigor headed straight to the stable boy. He explained that Gen'pi was under no circumstances allowed to deflower the young prince. Abigor told him this was a direct request from the King as well as himself. But they would allow a few stolen kisses, some petting, but nothing more. He was to follow this as Abigor would know if he crossed that line.
Gen'pi blushed brightly and mumbled that the prince and he were merly friends nothing more. But would not do anything to displease the King or his master.
Abigor just smiled and nodded as he patted the stable boys head affectionately. "If hings become too much you know Des and Mie or myself will surely help you out Gen'pi, until later than." Abigor left for the main building confident Gen'pi would never break the law of Sabre or himself. He would relay this to Sabre later to ease his mind that the task had been seen to.
As he crossed the court yard a feeling came over him, Viola was close. He smiled. Maybe she would see the first sword class. Wouldn't that be interesting?
Flori gladly took Sabre's offer and sat, glad for the distraction.
"They did. I would think fair Jelenis had fun then before his first lesson. I think this is lovely to let him feel a bit spoilt before the lessons commence." She noted the wine in front of her and smiled holding her glass to his.
"Did I think you today Sabre?" She closed her eyes a moment. "For all you have given and done for me? Well if I have failed to tell you then let me do so now. For ever beautiful and wicked moment. I love you."
She sipped delicately at the fragrant wine. It was a delicious to inhale as it was to taste.
"Oh!" She sat up a little straighter. "I would of course sit with you once I have seen to Jelenis. I would be most interested in hearing your plan and discussing it between us all." Flori appreciated that the demon mastermind still asked for her input. It made her feel warm inside that he not only valued her body but her mind as well.
"I look forward to hearing what we have in store..." She hesitated a moment. Other family she thought? But, she had time for that later she did not want to discuss such things with Jelenis on the way.
Jelenis took off over the courtyard stopping at the entrance to remove his riding boots and the ran helter skelter up to his room to make himself look presentable. When he got inside, he washed his hands and face in the basin of warm water left there and looked in the mirror at himself, His hair was framed about his face where it had come loose from the tie, so he released it and brushed it again and found himself thinking about his new friend from the stable.
Gen'pi seemed nice and perhaps they might be good friends, for some reason the thought of that and spending time with him sent a tingle through his lower belly and it felt oddly pleasing. He turned and headed back towards the door, passing a girl in the hallway with blonde hair, he smiled briefly at her as they passed and then he broke into a trot to get to the dining room and then realised he did not know where it was....he did not want to be late for the first lunch with his parents.
He turned back to the girl who was sashaying down the corridor.
"Excuse me...Miss....where is the dining room?" He called after her.
Des saw the dark prince smile and she sweetly smiled back but continued. She knew her role and would never disobey her lord. Besides he would give her more in the end if she obeyed him.
It was only when she heard his voice that her smile deepened and she turned to face him and came hurried over. When she approached her own expression was nothing if not purely innocent. "Why my prince. Please let me show you the way." She curtsied and lowered her long thick blonde lashes, even going so far as to let them flutter a bit.
She gestured for him to follow politely and in a sweet, almost demure voice asked, "Pardon me Prince Jelenis, if I may be so bold as too speak with you." She didn't really wait for him to answer as she continued on, "We are so happy to have you back home. It is my pleasure to assist you with all of your needs." Now her voice although demure had a sultry edge to it and when she mentioned his needs she blushed and once again lowered her eyes as if to imply more than just his daily things of clothing and wine. Yet the tinge of color adding to her innocent appearance. She seemed like just a young maiden girl wanting to please her lord.
She made no move to touch him yet her soft smile and her slight looks in his direction made it seem as though she wanted too.
"Here we are Prince Jelenis." She stood aside and let pass as he did she whispered softly in his ear. "You may call me Des my sweet prince." She turned and left slowly.
Jelenis flushed again for the tenth time that day at the girl's tone and soft whisper, she was very forward for a servant.
He pushed open the door and stepped within the dining room to see his mother and father already seated and he wondered whether he was late and he looked a little uneasy.
"Father.....mother.....I hope I have not arrive late, I did not know where the Dining Room was. A girl called Des showed me." He said softly.
He did not know where he should sit, should he sit on the vacant space left of his father or next to his mother? He stood there in hesitation wondering where to go wishing one of them might say something. His father merely watched him cradling a goblet of red wine so he cast his gaze anxiously to Flori.
Flori watched him enter and did not miss the exit of Des and Jelenis' soft flush. The poor lad must be having quite the day!
"No! Come sit here." She patted the seat next her. "Come Jelenis, you are right on time...my son." She flushed a little. He called her mother. This made her feel incredible.
Her smile was warm and welcoming. She wanted nothing more than to make Jelenis smile. She loved his silvery eyes. And for a moment she let everything fade and pretended that it was as such. That he wanted her as his mother, confidant, and advisor. She could see the difference in his outlook. He would embrace his dark side and become a wonderful swordsman. His whole outcome would change.
"How was your ride. Did you enjoy it? Which horse did you choose?" Flori thought it best not to mention the stable boy Gen'pi. She wanted him to come to confide in her. To trust her. To love her.
Abigor retired to the warm kitchen. He like Sabre had no need of human food. But he waited for Des as he knew she had been with the Prince and wanted to know what transpired.
He could feel Viola. She was getting near his runes began to burn and he smiled. Yes she was close.
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Viola could feel Abigor. She was getting closer as the wind grew colder. She could feel others. Abigor had others there and strangers...one she knew nothing of as she was sure the other must be the Dark Prince.
He shyly came and sat next to her with the warmest and sweetest smile and he reached for a goblet with water and sipped it.
"I loved it mother, I have not ridden in so long, I was rarely allowed to when I....." He trailed off.
" I chose the white horse with the black mane and tail and Abigor said I could call him Darkmane." He reached for some bread.
Sabre listened intently to the boy as he spoke taking the odd sip of wine, Jelenis seemed much enthused by his ride and it was not all down to horses! Some of it was Gen'Pi, his naughty attraction to the stable boy....one he did not yet fully understand. He sensed Flori's decision and said nothing on the subject of the stable lad.
"The exercise seems to have put some colour in your cheeks son, if you do well at swordplay later you can go and fuss your horse, perhaps the stable master or his lad can show you how to groom him." He said softly.
"But as I say only if you show promise later and Abigor is a hard teacher....and Flori and I will be watching too."
He saw a glimmer of excitement in the boy's eyes at the thought of reward.....but ultimately it was Abigor's decision, he was the teacher for this lesson.
The demon looked to his wife.
"Tomorrow he will start his lessons with you my love.....do you have a room set aside as your schoolroom?"
Jelenis looked to his mother and wondered how he would fare being taught by her, she seemed nice and gentle and patient so may be it would not be so bad.
The maid bought in two bowls of something hot and steaming and set it before Flori and himself, it was a thick hearty soup and there was more soft bread and cheese and butter. He looked to his father who did not eat. He did not comment on it as he did not want to show ignorance to his father's ways. He dipped his spoon into the bowl and took some of the soup, it was tasty, rich with chicken and vegetables. He had such an appetite and had finished his before Flori had barely started and Sabre flicked his fingers and more was ladled into his bowl.
"Can I go riding again tomorrow?" He asked between his meal and then stopped realising he had not given Flori a chance to speak about the schoolroom and his father's stern look affirmed his thought.
"I am sorry Mother, I got carried away....you must tell me about your lessons you have planned." He said sweetly.
Flori sipped her wine and smiled at Jelenis. She was very interested in his time riding. She couldn't help but hear the sweetness in his voice. He was not very different from when she met him yet he was very different at the same time. As if the most damage had been done in the last three years and now Sabre and Flori with the help of his kingdom had a chance to change all this and make him into a true demon serving Sabre.
Sabre was right he did have some color and he was hungry as well for when the soup arrived he dug into it. He appeared to be settling in very nicely. A prospect of a friend. Riding daily, sword training. Yes his world had changed from one of despair to one of possibility.
As they bantered back and forth Flori remained quiet eating slowly and listening. When he apologized she noted Sabre's stern look but she took on a softer roll. A pretty smile crossed her lips, "Prince Jelenis you are forgiven. Thank you. But I am eager to start your studies. I hope you will embrace the world which will open to you. I think we will be able to work well together. I just have a feeling about us Jelenis. I cannot wait to get to the potions! But, that will be saved for last. We will start with our regular studies, reading, writing, languages. Then mathematics. These are of the most importance."
As she finished speaking she once again looked over at Jelenis with a soft loving gaze before continuing to eat.
"Speaking of your sword training I must admit I am most eager for this as well. Mastering the blade is not easy but once you do it is as if you are dancing." Flori finished her soup and leaned a bit back catching the gaze of her husband and giving him a knowing smile.
Flori began to stand and as she did she looked at Sabre. "I think I shall use the library for our classroom. It is most fitting. When we do our alchemy I planned on using the area beside the greenroom." Then turned to the young prince. "If you do well and Abigor allows you to ride again today maybe we have studies first and we will do so bright and early so as to allow you the two hours before lunch again, I should think that the outdoor air will help you mentally grow as well."
Abigor went to the gallery where he made the room ready. He had several weapons on the racks, swords in varying lengths. Shields as well. He made sure appropriate dummies where lined against the back wall. He was dressed in his usual black pants and knee high leather boots. His shirt was a pale gray button down. His hair tied securely back so as not to impede his line of sight.
Jelenis followed His father and mother to the gallery where he saw Abigor and he did feel a little afraid. He had never handled a sword in his life and it was obviously going to show. He hung back nervously behind Flori. Sabre saw this and shook his head and stepped towards the sword rack and picked up a fine blade.
"Abigor it seems my son is nervous, perhaps if we demonstrated first?" He mused.
He could not have the boy as timid as this, it would not do, he would have Abigor whip it out of him if it continued. He took up his position opposite his General with a smirk gracing his handsome face, he and Abigor had sparred often as young men under his Father's Weapons Master, a miserable and hard old son of a she dog called Zenethor. He had beat both of them mercilessly when they did not perform to his exacting standards, more Sabre than Abigor if truth be told.
Flori rested her arm around Jelenis giving his a soft squeeze. She whispered to him, "Don't worry this is your first time." She smiled at him.
"Oh!" She exclaimed when Sabre picked up a sword and proposed a demonstration. "See Jelenis, you can observe first. This will be helpful." She patted him softly.
Abigor noticed how the boy moved behind Flori, this displeased him. Was he this frightened always? This would not do, what Bel and Tray had done to him was spoilt the runt. Surely Sabre was his only saving. Son of a King, hiding behind a mortal's skirt.
At Sabre's offering he smiled and bowed gracefully. He picked up on his thoughts only because Sabre allowed he was sure of this part, he chuckled... Zenethor! He silently communicated back to Sabre, if the old man could see us today...and why yes I was a mere servant you the Prince...or maybe I just knew how to please the old man better. With that he winked.
"Now Prince, watch our feet. The sword will only be as ready as oyur footwork, so I want us to start there for I fear your mother's family has not properly trained you so it will be up to us now to bring you up to proper level." He choose a sword to his liking and smiled back at his King.
"Shall we?" Abigor raised he sword and took his stance ready for the spar.
Sabre gracefully raised his blade and grinned at Abigor.
"I am ready." He purred softly, his dark eyes full of amusement at their silent conversation.
"So you must have been bedding the old man because he surely could not have been pleased with your sword skills." Sabre teased in Abigor's mind.
He feinted forwards towards his General, a small quick cat like movement and their blades met.
"Tell me Abigor....did you moan for him?"
His grin was wicked and their movements were quick and the clash of blades was ringing through the Gallery.
Jelenis watched the pair, they were very skilled and good at what they were doing, it made him feel inferior, truth be told he hated violent actions. Bel had always told him that sometimes fighting was not the way and diplomatic solutions could work equally as well....not according to his father and butler it seemed.
"If the boy persists in this timidness you will need to give him a good whipping Abigor....it did not hurt us after all!" Sabre growled in Abigor's mind.
Flori eyes light up as the duel commenced. The metal clashing was making her heart rate increased as she watched the two powerful men collided weapons.
Abigor's wicked smile grew ever wider at his friend, his King. The duel was just to his liking nobody fought with such cunning and raw power as Sabre. He was matched he knew but it still made him that much better a swordsmen. His banter only fueled his desire to conquer and he knew that this was why his King taunted him as such. For he too would do the very same.
He silently answered his master. "Ahhh, it was he who moaned for me Sabre... You had the old man all wrong." He winked and their blades caught once more as he added..."Too bad you never joined us Sabre."
Their sword play was that of a dance. Flori watched star struck next to the timid boy. Never had she seen the beauty of something so inclined to violence yet so delicate at the very same time. They turned and twisted at just the right moments. One went left the other right and then metal met with metal only to back away again. Yes it was a beautiful dance...one could say like lovers in a storm fighting to stay together yet eager to part. Flori was mesmerized.
Abigor nodded at his master as he continued to speak silently to his lord. "It shall be done my King. It will only make him stronger. Or break him, either way he will be use to seek your revenge upon."
Abigor would love to watch Sabre take done the young prince. Make him his servant and corrupt him fully. He would not be gentle on the boy. He was a demon and would be treated as such.
Sabre met Abigor's blade up close, a mere breath away from each other and still he teased and taunted his General, as he did when they trained as young Demons.
"I think you wished it was me that you made moan Abigor. I always wondered if you secretly wanted me!" He hissed in the General's mind.
He was aware of how excited Flori had become by watching them together...watching them fight. Sabre's swordplay was raw power, raw passion it was he who was always told off by Zenethor for his lack of precision and control, told he was too wild....too undisciplined....it was why the old man had beaten him so often....and told him to be more like Abigor.
As Demons this sort of talk and behaviour was natural...normal....they were born corrupt, with out morals. Sabre loved to tease Abigor and his General and best friend was equally as skilled at it.
They spun out and the points of the blades touched, tip to tip with such precision.
"You see Jelenis.....this is what you will learn!" Sabre said breathily, his dark eyes bright with passion.
Abigor admitted he had missed his King. And silently replied to him, "Sabre, I still want that. All you need to do is ask M'Lord." He was not lying he had and still did.
He couldn't help but glacé over at the boy. He looked so innocent. So gentle. The thought of whipping him excited the demon. It would give him pleasure beyond any he knew. The way his silvery eyes watched them. His face showed his fear and trepidation for the sword. Abigor would change this of whip the boy into submission.
Flori could not help but meet her husband's dark eyes. Her own passion exposed for him to see. She couldn't hide it and she didn't want to. She had never seen him like this before and he was so powerful! She removed her arm from Jelenis and although her emotions were raging for Sabre she somehow managed in a calm tone to speak to the boy. "Go ahead my young Prince. Let Abigor help you pick the one to best suit you...son"
Her eyes looked up to Sabre and he could see her hunger for him.
Abigor stood and beckoned Jelenis forward. "Come my Dark Prince. We shall find the sword that is right for you. If you do well I am sure a reward will be waiting." His voice was crisp. He was stern but not harsh...for now.
Sabre grinned to his General and friend. So Abigor wanted him still...and all he had to do was ask, there had been a time when the impetuous General would have taken what he wanted. That pulled a memory to the forefront of Sabre's mind, of a darkened corridor in his father's palace when as young men Abigor had pushed him into an alcove and forcefully taken a deep and passionate kiss from him, despite him being his prince. It had been a long time ago.....a very long time ago. Much had come to pass since then, but it seemed Abigor's desires had only tempered and not quelled. Again as Demons such things were normal, needs were equally taken between male and female companions.
His gaze moved to Flori, her own eyes luminous with desire as she watched the pair, he wondered what she would make of it all, knowing Abigor wanted him, like she wanted him, like she wanted Abigor too. Sabre was a demon, nothing was hidden from him, not here, he was king here as well as in the Tenth Ring. He would have a special treat for her later, one that he knew would excite her greatly when she knew, it involved their bed and his runes, he would tell her what some of them meant....what some of the could do....who they might affect....especially the one above his heart, the odd horseshoe with the twisted serpent that connected him and Abigor...the rune called 'Ithrio' that marked them as ' Brothers' not the familial kind but as close as.
Jelenis stepped forward nervously despite the encouragement, he just was not the violent type, Bel and Trayder had known that which is why the never forced him to learn the sword. He moved past his father up to Abigor and looked up at him, the butler was imposing and terrified the life out of him. There was a connection between his father and this man, he felt it. But had not known that they spoke to each other in their minds.
He looked at the swords, they all looked equally heavy and foreboding, but he had to try and please his mother and father. His father wanted him to learn the sword, so he would attempt to learn the sword.
"I do not know which one Abigor." He said quietly his eyes cast down slightly not quite meeting the butler's stern gaze.
If he had known what was coursing through Abigor's mind, the image of him getting thoroughly whipped by the butler's hand he might have tried harder. All he could think about was escaping the gallery and going somewhere quiet, perhaps the stables.
Sabre saw it, this thought in the boy's mind, and he smiled thinly. The boy's mind was on Gen'Pi and it was clear that Jelenis did not really understand this budding desire, the beginnings of his corruption that would grow like a seed. Soon all he would think about would be the next time he would see the stable lad, he would melt the first time Gen'Pi kissed him, would probably readily give up his innocence if he was touched. Would he confide that kiss to his new mother, that would thrill Flori no end. That would be something for Flori to walk in on, Jelenis in the innocent throes of his first deep pleasure as Gen'pi deflowered him. That thought was becoming more appealing by the moment as he watched the timid lad, he would definitely discuss it with his most closest this evening, his wife and his general.
"Pick up a sword Jelenis! You are my son.....not a timid baker's brat...you are shaming yourself!"
He looked to Abigor.
"My son wants to see his horse again today Master Abigor.....does behaviour like this warrant such a reward....what do you think? If I acted so my sword teacher would have put me over that sword rack and tanned me with the flat of his blade until I could not sit!"
It was the truth and Zenethor had on more than one occasion... when he had not performed to the old man's high standards....Abigor had watched it too....he invoked that memory in the already aroused General with a naughty smile.
"Not that I am suggesting Abigor do that my son.....but I expect more will...more fire from you, you are a Prince.....don't you both agree...Flori...Abigor?"
Abigor's eyes slid over the couple. He smiled at Sabre letting him know exactly what he desired. The image of Sabre being whipped by Zenethor was on he often replayed in his mind. He would reenact the scenario at times with various lovers of the past. He was quiet aroused by the time the nervous boy approached. He was thoroughly simulated.
His voice took on an edge as he spook, "Prince, do not look away. You should always look others in the eyes. Looking away as you do let's your opponent know you are weak and allows them to strike you first. From now on you will meet my gaze. Do I make myself clear?" His fingers wrapped around the boy's face and forced him to look up. It wasn't harsh as Jelenis seemed scared but wanting to do as he was told.
"Now, I can see Bel and Tray babied you. No matter that they did not heed my words to train you, we begin now and will correct those mistakes. Let me see, give me a minute." Abigor looked through his selection, he knew which one he was going to pick.
Sabre made him smile. He was perfect really. "Your father is right Prince. You are not just any prince at that, you are the Dark one and this will not do. You must hold yourself proudly. Do not shame your father, your mother, or myself. Now here." Abigor handed the sword to him. It was of a falchion style so relatively light.
"There will be no stable, no horses if you cannot hold yourself like a proper Prince." Abigor looked at the young boy. "Pity really because just before I came in Gen'pi asked if you would be free later. Seems he wanted to show you some stirrup's for Darkmane." Abigor knew this would make Jelenis even more confused and it amused him.
Flori had a hard time even concentrating on anything but the powerful demon standing by her. But she must have said something of literacy.
"Now, please I know you want him to excel at everything as you both do, but remember this is his first day. Have a little mercy on him. Everything is new and probably a bit scary." She winked at Sabre and then turned to Jelenis and Abigor and could not get the image of the strong general whipping the sweet innocent boy. She had to swallow before she nodded encouragingly to Jelenis.
Now Abigor could also read thoughts but only if Sabre allowed within his Kingdom outside he would be able too with open souls, those already corrupted it depended of the level of corruption as like himself he could hide his thoughts to lesser demons.
Abigor came and stood behind Jelenis and grasped his hands firmly as he leaned over the boy and spoke in his ear. His voice changed again. It was much softer. His grip tightened a little as he spoke. "Prince now let your mind to free. Think of nothing but the iron in your hands. You hold it like this." He maneuvered the boys hands a bit to give him the proper grip. He kept one of his hands on the boys and the other he moved to the boys elbow. "Now don't hold it so tight. Loosen a little. Become one with it Prince. Love it like it is your own arm." He spoke in a voice as one would speak to their lover. Soft, gentle, his breath caressing the tendrils of hair by the boy's ear. He slowly let go and stood. "See Prince. You now have the proper posture."
Flori watched between Abigor and Jelenis to her husband. She couldn't think. She was ready to drag Sabre to the corner and take him right there. But she knew this was not the time or place which only fed her lust further. Once again she forced herself to pay attention to the training. "Oh son! See! It isn't so hard. Look at you." She said encouragingly to him like a proper mother. Praising him for all his achievements.
Des and Mei cleaned up the lunch. They whispered and giggled between them. Des telling Mei the fiery red-head an ear full. She pouted because Des had gotten to meet the prince up close first. Both girls went upstairs and set up Jelenis room for his evening bath and laid his closes out. They would fill the tub when the time grew closer.
Viola came to rest. She knew she was closer to them. Her energy and power was getting stronger. It was because she was connected to Abigor and thus Sabre. When they were together they were at their strongest. She couldn't wait to see them. She had many souls to share and she hoped her General and King would be proud of her.
Gen'pi tended the horses. He brushed and fed Darkmane. He cleaned Jelenis' saddle. He could close his eyes and see his silvery eyes and that dark hair. He wondered what it felt like. His red lip...how did they taste? As sweet as he thought? Or sweeter yet. He ran his finger through the horses and kept his eyes closed imagining it was Jelenis' hair. He came back to reality and put the hosre in its stable. Gen'pi threw some logs on the fire to keep the horses warm. After he threw the logs on he stepped back and went to the door to look up at the main house.
As he leaned against the door frame he could see Des and Mei intermittingly passing by but no one else. He wondered about Jelenis. What he was doing at sword training. How did he look? Did he tie his hair back? He could wait until he saw him again. This time he would get the courage to talk. Abigor said he could befriend him, even get a little close but not to take him. His stomach flip-flopped at the thought...he went into dangerous territory to think of taking the young Prince. But he couldn't help it. He wanted Jelenis. But he would do as ordered didn't mean he couldn't think about it. He was finally frustrated enough he went to loft to relieve some of his tensions.
Abigor picked up on Gen'pi and what he was doing. He smiled and looked towards Sabre a moment, seeing if he could feel what the stable hand was doing.
Sabre picked it up immediately and he looked towards Jelenis and the back towards Abigor.
"Hmmm... did you feel that way for me Abigor?" He purred softly in the General's mind.
He walked to where Flori stood, his wife's desire as evident it seemed, he was surrounded by those that wanted him, some had wanted him for a millennia it seemed.
"So Flori...you are so sweet and gentle and understanding to our son, but here in this arena I am afraid Abigor's words is law my love...it is up to him whether Jelenis has done enough for today....and whether he deserves his reward." He stroked her face gently, his dark eyes were mischievous.
He looked back to Abigor's who own eyes seemed just as full as need as his wife's.
"So Abigor, does my son get his reward in the stable or not today?"
Jelenis kept perfectly still, his head up, his gaze on Abigor, not daring to look away, the sword whilst light made his arms ache holding it fixed like this for so long.
Sabre's eyes fixed on Abigor, dark, tantalising, making the General think of that brutal kiss he forced upon his prince in his father's palace.
"Abigor.....your mind wanders.....are you quite well?" Sabre mused, teasingly.
Flori raised her hand to the one that caressed her face. Her touch light and her breathing was very heavy. "Sabre! I must have you and soon." She whispered to her husband. She had too! Flori was a twist of raw emotion herself one of desire.
Abigor could only smile. "I am as well as I can be M'Lord." His King was wicked! Very wicked. "You are right my King. My mind is on things not suited for this audience." He closed his eyes a moment to enjoy the vision he saw in his mind. he knew Sabre was baiting him but he crave it! wanted it! Wanted him! "My King, I want nothing more then what you show me." He said this aloud. Only Sabre knew he meant to mate with him.
Abigor had denied himself all but a kiss for many years. He never forgot his place but he made his King know that his biggest desire was him. He was slightly envious of Flori.
He slide his eyes over the boy and and noticed his gaze as well as his stance had not waived. This was more then he even gave Jelenis credit for. "You may stand down my Prince."
He placed his sword on the rack and turned to Sabre. Speaking so only he hard, I would like them together this late afternoon. I want Gen'pi to begin his corruption. But not take him or push him. Tonight I will instruct him of innocent touches...maybe a kiss but all innocent, like our foe...our prince.
"Prince you may see your horse this afternoon. See Gen'pi for your stirrups. Be back in time for dinner." Anigor looked at Sabre his growl was not quite or low. He made his needs known to his King. His desire for the demon raging.
Jelenis could not believe that he had done enough to please Abigor, he felt nothing but relief as the sword was taken from him. He was glad to escape the gallery there seemed to be some sort of tension building within. He found his riding boots by the door where he had left them and pulled them on and went out across the courtyard and into the stables.
For some reason he felt a strange fluttering deep in the pit of his stomach and his breathing had quickened a little. He stepped inside the warm gloom, he could hear the soft shuffling of the horses and he went to Darkmane's stall and the horse stuck his head over the door eager to be petted and fussed.
"Where is Gen'Pi?" He whispered to the horse softly as he stroked its velvety nose.
Somewhere in the stable he could hear another sound, soft groans, he was uncertain of it, it was not a horse, definitely a person. He stayed his ground and called out nervously.
"Gen'Pi....are you here.....Master Abigor said you wanted to see me about some stirrups?"
Sabre heard Flori's whisper and smiled.
"Go up and prepare our bedroom my love....I am sure you have some interesting things in your chest that I gave you on our arrival." He said softly.
"I will join you momentarily, I just have a few matters to discuss with Abigor and then I will be with you."
What he actually was going to do was push his friend just a little further, tease him a little more. He had forgotten how good it felt to toy with Abigor in such a way.
He had done it as a young man and it was what pushed Abigor over the edge that night, up to that point Abigor had been the model of tight restraint. He had flirted with and taunted him during their swordplay, at dinner, when they had been apart and it was as he walked a darkened corridor to bed Abigor had stalked him unseen. He only knew at the last minute as he was forced back into a darkened alcove and Abigor had revealed himself. His own body hard and lean pressed against Sabre's own holding him against the stone wall. Abigor had made his displeasure or was it pleasure well known as he forced the most passionate and brutal kiss on Sabre, letting him know if he persisted in his path that more would follow when he least expected it and it would be more than a kiss.
The chance never came as the war with the Fifth Ring started and Abigor was always off fighting in battles and Sabre was forced to remain behind to learn further kingly ways under Zenethor.
He watched as Flori had left to prepare their chamber, there he would teach her a new trick involving a certain rune, one that would pleasure him deeply, but its connection would deeply pleasure another too, they would feel what he felt, and he knew deep down Flori desired that. She could tease Abigor and give him pleasure without ever touching him. This thought he did not share with his General....that would be a surprise.
"You are growling Abigor." He said softly, an almost rebuke but not quite.
Sabre leaned against the wall and regarded his friend.
"So....you hold onto the memory of my punishments at Zenethor's hands, and of that kiss you took....what other memories do you hold on to? Let me think....."
His lean yet muscled body looked well in the black leather breeches and white shirt and fine black and red embroidered waistcoat. His moonlight hair was loosed of its binding, his dark eyes amused, teasing, challenging.
"You are lucky my wife cannot see or hear your thoughts....such wicked thoughts 'Gor!" He said using the shortened version of the General's name, one he had not used since they were boys.
Abigor was growling. But before he answered his King he made sure he let Gen'pi know his desire for this evening. After feeling the stable hands pleasure he knew it wouldn't be clear to him until he came back down from his desire. Nevertheless Abigor was satisfied.
But Sabre seemed to go on and the demons hands shook with pent up desire. Like his trusteed stable hand his own need was never fulfilled due to obligations beyond his control. He had thought with the passing of time and all they had been through he would have satisfied his own fantasies with the others but it seemed this was not the case. In fact he only wanted Sabre that much more.
He turned to look at his King only to find his wife leaving the room. He was no fool he knew she was in a heated way and was going to get ready for Sabre. His nostrils flared as his chest rose and fell. Sabre leaned against the wall and he let a parade of memories of himself pleasuring himself and ones of other acts done to recreate him taking the then Prince and now King. He didn't hide any of it from him. All the things he did to various partners some sensual and some cruel.
Sabre leaned as casually as one does when speaking to a friend while Abigor was tense his body would react to the slightest touch. "King...Sabre...I warn you I only have so much restraint. " His voice thick, the growl more pronounced now. "Hurry to your wife or she will come down looking for you to see what I want to do with you." He was panting...heavy. He held his hands at his sides.
The Sabre called him by the name... His purple eyes grew dark. He could not hold back. He was a demon after all. A General and one used to taking what he wanted. He walked up to his King. Abigor smiled and brought his hand to Sabre's long silvery hair, it was still as soft as he remembered. He brought his lips almost to Sabre's then turned and softly kissed his cheek. Abigor whispered in his ear..."I can no longer take what I want from you but be easy on me old friend there is only so much I can take before I will do just that." He chuckled softly. "But maybe this is what you want me to do again. I think you like when I take it from you." He backed away from his King and nodded respectfully.
Flori never looked back she walked to their room and immediately went to the trunk as he instructed. What she found made her eyes grew wide with hunger. She quickly stood and removed her gown and undid her hair. It fell softy to her shoulders and and she put on the sheer dress that was in the trunk.
It was sheer red material. It was a little coarse against her skin but with her skin tone and dark hair it accented her perfectly. She found a stain for her lips which she applied and then pulled out the flogging stick. It had a short handle and a wide paddle. She ran her hand across it and felt its rough almost abrasive texture and she shivered.
There was a length of leather cords too, it looked like enough to restrain someone. And she gave a sexy laugh. She sat on the trunk seductively and waited for him to come to her.
Sabre stood there, his own breathing was rapid as Abigor pressed close to him and then whispered in his ear leaving him unfulfilled. He had to admit it was exactly what he wanted...Abigor to take from him, letting him be the powerless one for once, at the General's mercy as he had once been in that alcove.
"It seems you have learned how to tease as well as I 'Gor." He said breathless, his breeches undoubtedly tight in the all the showing places.
He straightened somewhat tense and feeling rejected.
"You are right, I need to go to my wife...I am sure she will take what she wants...she seems to have a knack for it."
His slow dark eyes met Abigor's and held them.
"When she uses her riding crop, the sound of it against my flesh is....well....you know what it sounds like don't you....that is what you think about."
He turned and started towards the doorway that would take him up towards his room.
"I suppose you always have the stable boy for later if your needs take over!" He parted over his shoulder.
He went up the stairs, so pent up, it would seem he was ready and needful of his wife and she was definitely wanting of himself. He stepped into their bedroom and locked the door, turning to take Flori in....she looked sinfully beautiful.
"My darling....you look positively wicked." He smiled.
"And I have a little something I wish to share with you." He slowly removed his shirt so that she might see his runes.
"I know you wonder what it might be like to pleasure Abigor." He whispered stepping towards her.
"What if I show you how to do it without even touching him...so that he feels whatever I feel." He purred.
Gen'pi had not yet received Abigor's message. He was in the throes of his desire. In fact he didn't hear Jelenis enter or the rustling of the horses. His mind was too engrossed in his pleasure. Thoughts of him locked in a passionate kiss, of the exploration of more. Of Jelenis moaning his name. Of Jelenis moaning his name...no calling his name! JELENIS!
Gen'pi shot up and the message from Abigor came flooding over him. He shook his head and cleared his throat before answering. He tried to quickly fix himself but he was aching and it was now becoming painful for not having finished. But he took a few deep breaths.
"Coming. Just up in the loft. I'll be right down Princ...Jelenis."
He began to descend and landed on the stable floor, his boots hitting the ground with a clunk. "Sorry, uh just was...yes the stirrup's. In the tack room. Would you like to follow me?" He softly touched Jelenis' arm and let his hand slide down it to his hand and tugged gently as he smiled into his silvery eyes. Gen'pi's own cheeks turned red.
"I think you will like them. I can affix them to your saddle. Which by the way I meant to tell you earlier that you looked very handsome sitting upon." Now Gen'pi was turning very red. He desperately wanted to lean down and press his lips to the Prince's. Taste their sweetness. Maybe he would let him explore further. Gen'pi's breathing began to quicken again as his eyes looked into Jelenis'.
Jelenis looked a little startled as Gen'Pi slid down the ladder with a thump and came to his side. His face flushed deeply as he felt that gentle slide down his arm and the soft tug at his wrist as he was led towards what the lad wanted to show him.
Then came the compliment, no-one had ever said he looked good sitting upon a saddle before, his cheeks were deep dusky rose by that point.
"You seem a little distracted Gen'Pi....did I disturb your rest?" He asked softly.
He bent over reaching to get an apple from the bucket, his breeches tight showing him off to perfection as he did, he rose and turned innocently to the stable lad holding an apple.
"Perhaps I can feed this to Darkmane after you show me the stirrups?"
Abigor's chest rose and fell agitatedly. He was a moment away from turning and taking Sabre. In that moment he hated his wife. His growling growing ever steady. He could not speak again. But his eyes never left Sabre's form. His own breeches tight with unfulfilled longing. Yes his wife took what he so desperately wanted. His mind seized with not outlet. For now Sabre would become satisfied while he still suffered with frustration.
He felt if he did take the stable lad he would hurt him severely. Not that he would mind that but he needed Gen'pi in reasonable shape.
He walked to a bedroom on the lower level he needed to relive his tension for it was becoming most uncomfortable. He thought of calling over his girls but he needed a few minutes to calm the most raging of his nerves.
Flori sat still as he entered her heart slamming against her rib cage.
His own face matched hers. He appeared hungry with desire for her. It appeared his swordplay heightened his desire as well.
Flori never tired of his compliments. Her sole purpose was to please him. Her need to do so overpowered anything else. So when he complimented her she knew she had done well. "You look positively powerful right now Sabre. I am glad my looks please you." She stood slowly and the light from the fire created a glow around her as she approached him.
"Share with me? Sabre what other delights have you for me?" Her eyes grew lustful as she watched him remove his shirt. Her hands reaching to help him speed the process up.
His fingers travelled lightly to the rune on his chest above his heart.
"This is Ithior, the rune that binds Abigor and I as warriors, as brothers." He purred.
The rune suddenly glowed deep purple and somewhere in the Fortress so would Abigor's.
"I have never used it to convey pleasure my love, but everything you do to me, he will experience my pleasure let him feel your power Flori love." He whispered softly in her ear.
Gen'pi was delighted to see the Prince's cheeks color. As he went to check out the apples the Prince bent over and Gen'pi inhaled sharply. He could not take his eyes off the vision in front of him. In an instant the images of his own conjurations came to mind. Those of Jelenis in a similar pose...he quickly shook his head.
"If you desire you may fed it to him. I can slice it for you if you would like me too?"
Gen'pi had an internal storm brewing inside him. His pants so tight he could barely move properly. The Prince was so innocent he had no idea what he was doing to him and this fed his desire that much more. He ached to kiss the dark prince. But wanted it perfect. In a way he wanted Jelenis to want it badly too. Right now he knew Jelenis was confused for Abigor told him. But Gen'pi wanted Jelenis to want him as well. So his first kiss had to be sweet and loving, not taken forcefully.
"Jelenis." He chuckled. "I remembered not to call you Prince first." He touched Jelenis' shoulder. "Come this way." Gen'pi led him further into the stable and opened the tact room it had many different items but on the bench were a pair of stirrups. Not just anyones. These were made of the finest metal and had Sabre's crest engraved into them. It also had Jelenis' name as well. What Gen'pi didn't tell the Prince is that they were cast in dark magic. Abigor had placed a weakening spell over them. One that would slowly suck the Angelic power to resist temptation. It would work while he was riding.
But their craftsmanship was suburb. Smooth metal and supple leather welded together in perfection.
"See, aren't they beautiful? I would think they almost compare to your smile but not quite as I find our smile just a little more beautiful." Gen'pi's voice was a sweet whisper. Almost afraid to say what he did for fear of rejection. But he fought through it and put his hand on the Prince's and softly circled his thumb on Jelenis' hand. "I think I have never seen one so beautiful as you...Jelenis....My Prince."
Gen'pi was dark red and his breathing even more ragged. The tightness of his breeches possibly showing.
Flori's smile was sultry. She was on fire for her husband. But now she had the power to please two demons through the one. Her eyes spoke of words she could actually articulate.
"Sabre...." She had a hard time looking into his eyes as she was transfixed on the Rune. She made an attempt to say it aloud. "Ith..Ith-ior...Ithior." Flori ran her hands over the rune as she repeated its name. Her eyes flashed as the Rune glowed and she quickly tossed the flogging stick as she headed for her riding crop.
She held it to her husband. "Come to me my love let me please you both."
Abigor was removing his own shirt when the Rune glowed a deep purple. Sabre he thought. His breathing began to grow ragged. What was he doing? Teasing him like this! The demon roared! His succubus' grew nervous as they heard their master it was a mixture of pain and anger.
Abigor's growl was ferocious. As he began to touch the Rune himself. As he continued to roar but this time it was Sabre's name.
Sabre was caught deep in Flori's thrall when he felt Abigor's roar of rage, it had taken his teasing to a whole new level. He had never used the 'Ithior' in such a way...and one thing he excelled in was rune lore, he made this a one way deal, Abigor would feel his pleasure....the pleasure he had not given his King when he had the chance.
It was his way of teaching Abigor that power was absolute, if you wanted something you took it.
Flori was equally as excited at the thought, though she would not be aware of Abigor's fury. Sabre was aware of it though and it excited him deeply. He spoke in Abigor's mind.
"Are you enjoying yourself 'Gor?" He purred.
Jelenis flushed deeply as Gen'Pi spoke his soft flattering words and he felt hot and confused as the stable lad rubbed his thumb in gentle circles on his hand.
"What are you doing that for?" He whispered, he had never felt anyone do anything remotely like that to him.
His silvery eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted as his breathing quickened.
"I am not beautiful...you are just teasing me.....no-one says that about me."
Jelenis did not fully understand the tight feeling in his belly, nor the reason his heart was pounding.
Abigor heard him as if Sabre was next to him. He growled. This was not what he wanted at all. To feel Sabre's pleasure was torture. Yet...was it...he felt his Rune spread a warm sensation throughout his body.
Yet he craved more. He felt the pain, he felt the pleasure, and he felt the satisfaction of sting. Yet he wanted more. He lowered his head and watched his Rune glow brighter. He felt her feathery light touch and the sting of the beating. It was satisfying but it wasn't.
He continued to rage with frustration. One borne of longing never satisfied. One borne of overwhelming desire. And one of undying love for his King. Abigor believed at this moment he hated and loved Flori. He wanted to take Sabre and have her watch. He wanted to take her and have him watch. His fury didn't lessen it only grew,
He finally received a lull in the sensations and was sure his King did that on purpose. "Next time Sabre...You will pay under my hands. Your wife's treatment will be a mere butterfly's touch!" He moaned unable to sooth his rage, his desire. "I will show you how much I enjoyed this the next time we are alone...my King!" He spoke so only Sabre could hear him. He wondered what his wife would think to know as she struck him he was taunting him. His luscious flower. His Flori Flower.
Abigor finally stopped fighting it...gave into the pain and pleasure. It had been a very long time that he was alone and felt this way...but he wasn't truly alone his Rune connected him in a way he never experienced.
Flori felt even more engaged in the act. Know she was effecting two made her almost dizzy. She took to whipping him and the more he seemed to enjoy it made her pleasure double for she knew it was not just for him she did so.
"What a shame for they should." Gen'pi came closer standing right in front of him. "Because you are. You are very beautiful." He took his hand and brushed that one piece of stray hair that would fall in his eye back. His hand shook a little, Gen'pi was nervous too, for he didn't want to hurt or push the Prince away. He realized he actually did care for him. In fact very much so.
"Your eyes so shimmery like the moon. Your hair so dark." His hand was still by his hair line and he stroked it softly and let his fingers run down the side of his face. Though nervous he wanted so badly to lean in kiss him but something stopped him from doing it. So he his forehead come in and lean on Jelenis'. He closed his eyes and he did something that even surprised himself.
He brought both hands to Jelenis' face and cupped them softly around his cheeks. And gently brushed his lips to Jelenis. Then in a whisper that was so low he said, "I won't ever do what you wish me not too my Prince. Shhh, don't tell me not to call you that. You are...to me...you are my Prince and I hope you will allow me to kiss you again." But next time he would kiss him deeper, proper, he was falling for Jelenis. Falling hard.
Jelenis stood stock still as Gen'Pi came to stand so close to him, then came that gentle stroke to his hair and then his face, then came the warm hands on his cheeks and the brush of lips against his own and he tremble. That odd tight feeling in his belly grew and he felt like he could not breathe, what would his father say, knowing that he had allowed the stable boy to kiss him!
His face was a deep dusky rose, he felt so strange.
"Yes...." Came the barest whisper, like it was not coming from his own mouth.
He wanted to feel it again, was it wrong to want it again?
"Is this wrong Gen'Pi....am I bad for letting you do this? My real mother said I was wicked and bad..." His eyes were wide and fearful, he felt like his legs might give way.
Sabre laid out on the bed after he and Flori had made love and he was satisfied with what had transpired, the rune only glowed the palest of violets now. What did amuse him was Abigor's rage, his threat and the thought of it thrilled him. He had never pushed the General this far before...not even on that night in the palace.
"You are divine my Flori Flower." He whispered.
"He felt it....felt it all.....did it excite you darling?"
He had been very bad and wicked in what he had done this afternoon, invoking the Ithior in such a way had been quite a feat. It was not what the rune was meant for, but he felt pleased with himself.
He reached out mentally to feel Abigor's thoughts and what he felt was undisguised anger and rage, mixed with deep desire. He touched on them momentarily.
"So you will make me pay will you.....we shall see 'Gor." He whispered to the angry General.
"I have managed to manipulate the Ithior, every time I feel pleasure...you will feel it....it will drive you mad."
He rolled over and gazed at his wife.
"We should get ready for dinner soon....I will let you bathe and dress.....I will go to my dressing room and do the same." He smiled.
"Flori love....lock the door after me.....Abigor can be a real beast when aroused!"
Gen'pi heard his yes and it filled him with a thrill like none he has felt before. When he pulled back and looked at those beautiful eyes filled with fear his heart broke a little. "No, no...Not at all Jelenis. Most do not understand our ways. We are different. If you are wicked then I'd rather be wicked with you then good by myself." He let one of his hands fall to the small of Jelens' back and drew him closer.
"You are my beautiful Prince." And Gen'pi's lips softly landed on Jelenis'. He let his tongue prod his mouth see if it would yield to him. He tasted the sweetness and he wanted more. His hand on his back didn't press anymore but held him as the other went to the back of Jelenis' head softly guiding it and holding him in place, but should the Price get frightened he could easily withdraw from Gen'pi's embrace.
He was frightened....terrified....what if his father found out.....what if Abigor found out?
He felt that hand on the small of his back pulling him closer to Gen'Pi and then the one on his head and the gentle caress of the stable lad's tongue. He had never kissed anyone before he did not know what to do or how to do it.
He stepped back with wide frightened eyes, part of him wanted it....part of him knew it was wrong.
"I....I...am sorry....I can't....I shouldn't be doing this!" He said in a whisper.
"My father would whip me senseless if he found out!"
Yet part of him yearned to feel it again, Gen'Pi whilst gentle felt so very strong and he felt weak.
"Why do you want to kiss me?" He said softly, tears shimmering on his velvety cheeks.
Sabre had been right in his thinking when he had pondered on Gen'Pi and Jelenis, he knew the boy would melt at being kissed, the confusion for him was huge, that fact he wanted it so much but was so scared too.
Flori smiled. "You are. I seem to not ever be able to get enough of you. The more you give the more I want of you." She rolled over to kiss him softly. "I could just stay here and love you again if you'd let me. This is how excited you have made me." She snuggled a moment into his embrace.
Abigor was less then satisfied. He felt everything. Their release of love was more painful than anything he ever had to deal with. He was latently aware of his stable hand but his mind was so wrapped in the Rune and what his King had done to him he was seething.
Sabre's words seeped into his enraged thoughts. He closed his eyes when the rune finally began to calm. He was half dressed, still aching for his release. He was not able to actually focus. He silently growled his displeasure..."Sabre...you have wakened this sleeping beast...it is no longer resting or buried and when, not if, WHEN I mount you I will show you what real pleasure is." He flung his door open...blinded by the rage and pent up longing. His poor succubus' received the brunt of that punishment.
Flori rolled over and pouted playfully. "Yes, I know." She stretched and brought the blanket over her and held it. The memory of their love still playing out. Sabre had been unrelenting. Like he wanted her to abuse his body without abandon. It was delicious!
"Let me follow you to the door." She got up then and pulled her robe on. "Oh...that vicious! Then yes let me lock that then." She smiled thinking of the other demon in a rage.
Gen'pi instantly released him, not wanting him to feel overpowered, less he ran from him. His Prince was so frightened, so timid, it made him feel protective of Jelenis.
He hated letting him go. He wanted to kiss him again and again. To feel if his skin was as soft on his back as well as his cheek. He tried to reign in his breathing but he just couldn't. "You don't have to be sorry Jelenis, I should be. Maybe I pushed you too fast. I wanted it..our first kiss to be special...one you wanted from me."
Gen'pi saw his eyes beginning to water and he felt his heart sink. "Please Prince don't..." As the tears fell he took his thumb and rubbed it over them. "This is all my fault. I thought....oh Prince please Master Abigor will whip me good for making you upset." He wanted to take him in his arms and cradle him, tell his Prince all will be okay. But he didn't want to upset him further so he just slowly wiped at his tears.
"Why do I want to kiss you..." He repeated the question with a sigh. "I...I...think you are beautiful, when our eyes met I felt something for you that I never felt before for anyone. I wish to give you pleasure. But I see I only made you upset." Gen'pi wanted so badly to hold him but didn't. He also didn't remove his hands, just touching Jelenis was special. "Let me show you Jelenis how right it is...give us a chance and I promise what you feel with me will only be tender, sweet, and loving." He tried to get Jelenis to look into his eyes so he could see he meant it. Gen'pi wanted nothing more than to please him.
He was also noting that soon Jelenis would need to go get ready for the evening meal. How he would love more time.
Flori found the bath warm and fragrant. Sabre even left her a goblet of wine, it was perfect. Today he had seemed insatiable. She didn't mind in fact she relished it. She touched some of the place his lips and fingers did and she swore she could still feel him.
She drank her wine as she soaked in the tub. It felt wonderful, her old life long forgotten. Her mind drifted to Abigor and what Sabre had been able to do. She had touched Sabre and through him Abigor. She thrilled at these memories. His Rune connected him to his General and he could feel Sabre's pleasure. It was a powerful feeling. Very powerful.
Flori eventually got out of the cooling water and dressed in the gold gown with darker gold trim. It fit perfectly and was a bit more demure. She was early so she sat by the window and replayed the last few hours in her head.
Anigor relieved his immediate need with his succubi's. Right after he left them to clean himself off.
In the room he choose, in which his magic helped to make it more to his liking he focused in on Gen'pi and Jelenis. He felt both of their desire and Jelenis' confusion. This was going very nicely. He could feel that Gen'pi's feelings were true, which made this all the more better. Gen'pi would align himself to the boy, fight to keep him here. This only favored Sabre's and his plan of revenge of the fifth ring.
He felt something else. She was closer. He grinned. Viola was so close she had his body tingling.
Viola could hear their heart beats. She knew she was close. This just pushed her forward. She could grab more souls but all she wanted was to be with her King and General. Viola pressed forward her long black leathery wings took her into the air once again.
Jelenis trembled and slowly he lifted his head to look into Gen'Pi's eyes, it was like having a sweet and timid pony that had been ill treated, one that the stable lad had coaxed and gently fussed until it finally took that first step into trusting him.
"I am just scared." He said softly, the odd feelings coursing through him, his silvery eyes looked like they sparkled with the remnants of his innocent and fearful tears.
"I do not know how to kiss Gen'Pi." He said sweetly, his voice tremoring slightly.
He wanted to feel Gen'Pi's arms about him again, strong, masterful, guiding, teaching, he moved a little close to the stable lad until their bodies were just touching again.
"Can you teach me?" He asked, his breathing a little more quickened, his thick dark lashes lowered as his heart beat faster. It felt very naughty to do this but he liked the way it made him feel.
"I don't want Abigor to whip you because I look upset, maybe if we kiss I will look like I have enjoyed my time in the stables and no-one will be the wiser." He whispered innocently.
Sabre did not need to bathe, though in the privacy of his room he sat and pondered the last few hours. This time he had truly wound Abigor to a point of no return, it would not be a question of when he was taken by his General...it would be how, in the depths of the night? When he walked the corridors? When he was in the stables? So many wicked opportunities and Abigor would make sure he was at his most powerful so that he could easily subdue his king as he had been on the night he had subdued his prince. Not that Sabre would put up too much of a fight, he would melt before Abigor's strength as he had done that fateful night.
He changed his clothes, tight black leather breeches, a shirt of soft black silk, a waistcoat of black velvet embroidered with silver silk thread and a long coat of matching black velvet and silver and soft leather boots. He shook out his moonlight mane and took a look at himself in a mirror, oddly the ensemble bore a similar resemblance to what he had been wearing at dinner at his father's palace that evening Abigor kissed him. He grinned to himself, another reminder for the lust driven general.
He mentally reached out to see what Jelenis was doing was more than excited as he felt the boy's bewildered confusion. It seemed Gen'Pi had started and as predicted Jelenis had melted and likely would do whatever Gen'Pi showed him. Abigor needed to instruct the lad to keep it slow and gentle for now, in good time he would give the command and let the stable lad have his desire and mount the pretty prince, what a night that would be, Jelenis moaning like a cheap street slut beneath Gen'Pi... Sabre smirked. That news he would spread across the twelve rings, the heir to the Fifth was nothing more than a cheap half breed whore who laid for stable boys. No demon would respect him enough to take the throne....they would all be looking for a chance to use Jelenis themselves.
He stalked towards the door....most pleased with his work for the day.
Sabre knocked for Flori on the way down to dinner and he escorted his wife most graciously to her chair pulling it out for her. There was no sign of Jelenis yet, and Sabre gave a wry smile, the boy was going to be late, all because he was being a naughty little boy in the stable with Gen'Pi.
"It seems Prince Jelenis is late my love....or are we early?" He said absently as he gestured for one of the maids to pour them some wine.
"I do hope he remembers about what I said earlier about liking things to be on time...it is his first day and I do not want him to be defying me already." He said softly.
He felt Jelenis' innocent uncertainty as he pressed closer to Gen'Pi who would likely have been keen to take the sweet Prince to his hayloft there and then and roll with him in the hay.
He saw Abigor enter from the corner of his eye and he smiled quite sweetly for a demon. He felt his General's anger still seething beneath the surface, raw, powerful and it thrilled him no end.
"Ah....Abigor....it seems the Prince is running late....might you find him and move him along, it is impolite to keep his father and mother waiting....I have to wonder what Bel and Trayder were teaching that boy if anything!"
His dark eyes met the purple ones of Abigor's and the communication between them was silent then and not for anyone else's ears.
"You look a little flushed and on edge old friend." Sabre mused softly.
"Succubus not up to the task for you these days?"
Gen'pi sighed softly. His Prince was so innocent. Without another word Gen'pi wiped off another stray fallen tear and one arm went down to Jeneis' waist. He slide it around to the Prince's' back. Jelenis moved in closer and Gen'pi bent his head slightly his lips lightly touching. Then his other hand found its way to the back of Jenelis' and his fingers softly kneaded through his hair. He didn't part from him but he finally spoke against Jelenis' mouth.
"Put your arms around my waist Jelenis." Then he deepened the kiss. Gen'pi's tongue slowly coaxing his Prince's mouth to open and letting his tongue explore inside. he softly pressed them closer together so their bodies touched. He moaned so quietly into Jelenis' mouth as his tongue repeated its exportation. His hand on his lower back kneading at it while the one in Jelenis' hair did the same.
Somewhere in the recess of his mind he heard the stable door opening.
Refreshed Abigor dressed. He donned charcoal gray tight fitting breeches, a flowing dark purple shirt of silk, knee high leather boots in black, and a charcoal gray long coat. He left his hair free this evening, preferring the dark tresses to frame his features.
Before he exited his room he focused in on the stable. Still moving perfectly. His smile hid the rage seething just below the surface. As he walked Abigor thought of all the ways he would slowly take his King. What pleasures he would extract from him.
These were the thoughts that led him to the dining room. As he opened the door he caught Sabre's smile and it only built his tension. Then he glanced at his attire and for a moment they were back to that evening. He wore these very colors. A low growl rumbled through him. It was as if he never satisfied himself earlier. It took all his strength not to go up to Sabre and ravage him right there. Instead he focused on his dark eyes.
Sabre mentioned Jelenis' tardiness and this brought a true chuckle from him. "Yes M'lord I have pondered that very thought. Bel and Trayder We're demons, it is a disgrace to their house they let him become a weak man. Did they have no pride?" He nodded. To Flori all would seem usual, she had no idea of the raw passion lying just below the surface.
Do not speak to me of this...you know! You used the Ithior in a cunning way. I only wonder when it is I who give you such pleasure what euphoria I will feel. Oh and Sabre it is only a matter of when. For I will.
He slide his eyes over the King and grinned. They serve their purpose...but I seem to crave something more powerful.
His replies only for his Kings ears as they continued to ignite each other.
Abigor nodded again. "Queen Flori...King. let me go fetch our tardy Prince."
Jelenis was awash on a sea of emotion as Gen'Pi kissed him properly, pressing his body against his own, he did as commanded and put his arms about the stable lad's waist and let Gen'Pi teach him. He wanted to melt into him at the moment, he had never felt something so satisfying in the whole of his life.
He broke away momentarily to look into Gen'Pi's eyes to see if the kiss was pleasing him as much. His own silver grey eyes were so confused, so needy, his sweet lips parted, a soft moan of confusion coming forth.
"Oh Gen'Pi!" He whispered.
"I am very bad for letting you do this." He now chewed that sweet bottom lip with indecision on whether to let the stable lad do it again.
Sabre watched Abigor leave and his eyes slid to Flori who was sipping her wine.
"I am sure Abigor will find the boy my darling, when he does can you take him to his room and prepare him for this dinner, and make sure that he knows he has been very naughty Flori....I will not tolerate tardiness."
She wanted to play this role of mother, actually she had taken to it quite willingly. Putting her and Jelenis together right after the event in the stable would be interesting for her. Would the Prince confide the kiss to the one he thought would protect him from his stern father....mayhaps. Would Flori punish him for the lateness...or would it be a strict telling off from his new mother...who knew?
When Sabre came to get Flori she stood and went to unlock the door. Although locked doors were not a concern for him Sabre was a gentlemen and still knocked.
As they walked she could not help but admire his evening's attire.
He pulled her chair and she sat as Mie poured the wine.
"This is a little distressing but we must remember all this is new to him. Our poor sweet son has gone through so much in one day." She laughed softly. Flori knew Sabre would know she was teasing.
"Are we still to meet in your study this evening once I put Jelenis to bed? I do hope so as I am very eager to hear your plans."
She looked up and saw Abigor enter and she blushed as the memories came back. She smiled and sipped her wine to cover her blush. She wouldn't lie Abigor excited her too. He was a mixture of things but she belonged to Sabre and he did not wish for her to lie down with another. So through his Rune they all connected.
She listened to the exchange and nodded in return as Abigor excused himself and went to find Jelenis.
As Abigor left Sabre addressed her. "Yes I understand. And I will."
Flori sat and emotions flowed over her. She would be handling this one and she felt it might be a test. She wanted to please Sabre. Her mind was a tizzy of action as she tried best to judge how or what to do.
"Sabre, would you be displeased with me if I was stern but in a loving motherly way? I want to feed into his trust of me. I want him to feel he can tell me things. And I guide him to the proper course or advise as to what I think the proper course is." She looked up at her husband with pledging eyes.
"I will be strict and firm. But gentle too. It will be a bonding between us." Her voice was soft and hopeful.
Sabre nodded.
"Yes my darling all three of us will meet in my study once you have seen our young Prince off to bed." He smiled.
"I leave it to you my Flori Flower...whatever you feel is appropriate. I think perhaps he might speak to you of the day, it would be nice if he confided in you what he felt about coming to live here wouldn't it."
He took a sip of his wine and his mind drifted to Abigor's growled threat in his mind, the General was somewhat peeved that he had been able to manipulate the Ithior in such a way...cunning...he called it. He had not seen the half of how cunning his king could be....he could keep Abigor dangling on the edge of this dangerous desire for weeks. Though there were dangers in doing so...Abigor's mood would become unpredictable. That excited him even more....Abigor...unpredictable.
Gen'pi brought his hand to those sweet lips and softly tugged at the lower one all the while keeping the other on Jelenis' lower back.
"No...shhhh...how can it be bad when we both want it so much?" He came in closer and trailed little kisses along his jaw, to his forehead, and then nose. His thumb softly tracing his sweet lips.
Gen'pi kept his ear out for footsteps but heard nothing. Yet he felt his master moving in on them.
His eyes swimming with desire and more for Jelenis he moved his hand and let his lips find Jelenis' again. Just once more he pleaded silently to Abigor...one more kiss. And his tongue once again entered the Prince's mouth. It was a bit more hungry but not overly so. Gen'pi moaned and pressed his body closer. He didn't know if the Prince would feel the tightening of his loins. Gen'pi needed this kiss. With his eyes closed and his heart pounding his tongue delved to explore as much as the Prince would allow.
Abigor slowed his pace and timed it just as their bodies touched. He watched as Jelenis melted into the stable hands embrace. He was enjoying the show, it was quite erotic.
The General cleared his throat and stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands on his hips. A stern and clearly displeased look of contempt. His voice when he spoke as he stood in the doorway of the tack room mimicked his look.
"Prince Jelenis! What is the manner of this! You are a PRINCE! Can you not control yourself or simply do not understand the concept of time?"
Inside Abigor praised Gen'pi and told him to back away and look guilty, confused, scared.
The stable hand need not have been directed he was all those things. He looked from Jelenis to Abigor and stuttered his apology. "Mas-mas-master...sor-sor-sorry. It's my...my...my fault."
If Gen'Pi looked scared Jelenis looked terrified, outrightly terrified to be caught into this compromising position.
He saw the stable lad's terror and was scared that Abigor would punish him.
"No....it was my fault!" He said breaking back from the embrace.
"I asked him to kiss me!"
If there was a beating to be had he would take it...whether it was being caught in Gen'pi's arms or for being late.
"I am sorry Master Abigor, I will go and get ready now." He started towards the door, eyes downcast and tearful again.
Abigor moved slightly to allow Jeneis to pass. "I am not the one you need apologize to young Prince. Now move quickly and meet your parents...whom you've kept waiting!" His tone still the same.
In his mind he praised the stable hand but aloud he scolded him. "And you! How dare you lay your hands upon a Prince! I will see to your punishment later. Let you think over how disgusted I am with you. After all I have given and done for you!" For appearances he slammed the tack room door.
He fell into step beside the Prince and placed his hand around his neck. He squeezed just enough to cause discomfort but not hurt him. "You should be ashamed of yourself acting like a common whore! You are a man! Act like one!" Abigor didn't want to actually say one way or another what he was displeased with he wanted to further the boys confusion.
Tears burned in Jelenis' eyes as he was marched back towards the entrance of the Fortress. It was only his first day here and already he was in terrible trouble and his father's man had referred to him as a whore!
"Please Master Abigor....I am not what you say...I have never been with anyone!" He sobbed.
"And I am sorry about being late...I lost track of time...honestly.....please don't punish Gen'Pi....please!"
They had reached the dining room door and Abigor flung it open and pushed the tearful young man within to face his father and mother. His silvery frightened gaze went to the pair and then back to Abigor to see what he would say to his parents. He had never felt so afraid, not even when his other mother had whipped him nearly every day. What if they sent him away...he had only just gotten here. His heart was hammering in his chest and he looked tearfully in Flori's direction as if pleading his new mother to help him.
"I am sorry I am late." He trembled.
"I should go and get ready...I am sorry...truly I am! Please don't punish me or Gen'Pi...it was my fault I am late.....we were looking at stirrups and feeding Darkmane."
Now Abigor would have to call him a liar, and likely he would getting a whipping for that too. He did as he was taught in the sword lesson today and looked back meeting Abigor's gaze.
Sabre chuckled in Abigor's mind.
"Looks like he has got a pair after all....I take it you caught him with the stable boy...let it go for now Abigor....let him think he has gotten away with it."
He kept his stern mask on and gestured to Flori.
"Go with your mother this instant and prepare yourself for dinner boy and consider yourself lucky I do not take my belt to you right here for your tardiness!" He snapped.
His eyes slid back to Abigor and he took a breath.
"Flori my queen, I leave Jelenis in your capable hands, I am sure you will get our son dressed promptly and return...as you know the need for rules....I am sure you can instruct our son upstairs as he gets ready about how I feel on the subject of being late!"
Abigor stood staring at Jelenis sternly but he acknowledged Sabre silently. Yes my King seems he does. What is it two sins? Lying and temptation, seems he may be salvageable. He looked down at Jelenis and just smiled at him. He didn't say a word to negate the Prince's tale.
He nodded in Flori's direction and stood aside. "Yes Queen and do hurry back for I miss your good company." It was bold of him to speak to her in such a fashion but his rage was still simmering. His King taunting him. He bowed gracefully to her and looked over at Jelenis and gestured for him to do the same.
Flori had looked right at Jelenis as he did. Her own eyes showed compassion and a bit of upsetment for and towards him. When Sabre spoke she quivered a little. All and act. She did it for the benefit of Jelenis. To gain his trust...become his confidant.
"Yes Sabre. I will be a quick as possible." She stood and walked over to her son and his Master. "I will re-enforce those rules and make him understand why they are so important to follow." She even produced a blush at his flattery as she demurely lowered her head. "Why thank you Master Abigor." her eyes ablaze thinking of what she and Sabre had done and thinking it manifested into pleasure for him. She had no idea the level of rage he felt and give the opportunity he would release it upon her.
"Come my son. Let's get you cleaned up." She wrapped her arm around him protectively and ushered him with her.
As they left she whispered to Jelenis fully knowing Sabre and Abigor would hear as they do everything. "My son, you did so well holding your head and apologizing for your tardiness. But, we need to mind our timeliness. Your father has many who would think of nothing in kidnapping you and force fed you lies and hurt you in ways you could never imagine! So many my son."
Once out of the room Flori turned and hugged him softly. She brought his head in and although he was taller as he should be by his supposed age she brought his head down and kissed the top. "Oh Prince Jelenis if anything should happen to you both of us would never heal from the hurting. You have no idea how we begged your mother to return you to us. But she wouldn't relent. Keeping you her prisoner. If you only knew the depth of his love for you." She was a good actress! Her voice quivering at all the right parts. Her hold on him motherly and tender.
"I love you son." She pulled away and led him to his room to get ready.
He followed her upstairs to his room after she had kissed him and once inside he noticed a hot bath and clothing laid out. He went into the bathing area and stripped quickly and got in the bath and Flori came to sit in the doorway on a stool.
"I am sorry momma." He said in a soft voice, quite sweet and innocent, using the childish word for mother.
"I did not mean to make you and father angry....but something happened in the stables." He whispered, his eyes filled with shame.
"I did something and I think you will think me wicked for doing it."
In the dining room Sabre crossed his legs and sat back in the chair, no need for silent voices now. Abigor still stood in the doorway,and Sabre regarded him with his sloe dark eyes.
"I noticed that you were admiring my clothing when you first came in." He said in a purr.
"I think black and silver are my colours....don't you 'Gor?"
He reached for the goblet of rich red wine, savouring the scent of autumnal fruits in the cup, plums and berries. He took a sip savouring it and continued to regard the other demon. He had noticed how the General had complimented Flori, it was a clever move...she would think him a friend. He was also aware that Abigor had found the stable boy and Prince erotic viewing....that he just had to comment on.
"I wager it brought back some old memories watching them in the darkness of the stable." He mused.
"Except you were the son of a lord.....and not a stable boy." He teased insolently.
After his bow he came up to his full height and watched them leave. As he turned to face Sabre he listened. It seems Sabre's corruption upon the elven woman was total. She was possibly better in her role then some demons he had known. He commended his King for such a choice as his Flori. She had an innocent persona that would do them well.
Now that they were alone he walked to the table and sat in the chair to his King's left. "She is truly marvelous M'lord. Almost as cunning as you." He was baiting his King back. Expressing his displeasure.
"It did...but one other difference you were more than eager to receive my kiss..one I shall repeat with you my King." He watched Sabre take a drink from his goblet and he licked his own lips at the thought of the taste the sweet wine would be like on his Kings.
"M'lord, on the morrow an old friend will be joining us. She is very close and possibly you have felt her approach? It is Viola. She is bring her some with her, those that will sit atop your fortress to guard. But..." And with this he smirked. Viola would be less than pleased to find Sabre mated. And to a mortal no less. Yes it would be very interesting. "You know she will not be pleased to find you mated my old friend." His purple eyes ablaze with desire as his hand reached out and caressed his forearm. "I also have not let her know of Flori yet. Not until she arrives."
Viola had been his father's loyal soldier. She would have done anything the demon asked. And she did. She had lusted after Sabre quite openly yet he was young when she too was sent away to fight.
"How will you manage to keep us both in line I wonder M'lord." He let his eyes hungrily take him in. "You are wearing what you did that evening. You teased me then and seems you like to indulge in this pastime. You know when I take you it will be brutal."
He took hold of Sabre's goblet and finished the red liquid it contained. His chest raising quickly as his hunger grew for the powerful man sitting next to him.
Sitting by the door she listened and oddly his use of the childhood endearment made her heart swell.
"Jelenis! My son...my sweet son. Nothing you do is wicked. You are the son of a King and a very powerful one." Flori smiled and let it infuse her voice.
"Not so much angry and worried. So worried for your safety. Wait? Stables? Can you tell me? Did that boy hurt you my son? Oh love. Can you confide in me?"
Gen'pi winced as the tack room door slammed. Although he heard the praise from his master he felt awful for Jelenis. He knew the Prince would worry over him. Knew he was confused by what they did. He also feared he would avoid him as well. Once he heard the outer stable door close he exited the room. Looking around the stable and sighing he still was aching for release. Now more than before for he tasted the sweetness of his desire.
First he went back and cleaned up the tack room. He took the stirrups applying them to Jelens' saddle. He picked up the apple that Jelenis had wanted to give to Darkmane, he cut it up and walked out into the stable area he offered the horse a few slices. Rubbing its snout a bit.
Gen'pi closed his eyes and he could see those beautiful silvery eyes. Jelenis had been so sweet, innocent...and he allowed him the stable hand to be the first to kiss him. He sobbed out an ache over how beautiful the kiss had been. He still tasted and smelled him. He stood there leaning on the wooden frame and finally opened his eyes.
Getting up he walked over to the stable door and pulled it open and looked at the fortress as dusk was setting in. He saw a light in the upper left he smiled thinking that must be the Prince's room. He was getting ready for the meal.
As Gen'pi gazed at the window several winged creatures approached the fortress. There were six in total. Each took a perch. The settled in for their role was one of watchers, they were lower ranking demons but still demons. Gen'pi watched each one and a shiver ran through him. Master Abigor never said they were going to war. He found this new development a little unsettling.
He went back in the stable and closed the door to keep the warmth in. He made sure fresh logs were in the fireplace and he went to his makeshift room. He laid on his bed to relieve the tension that had be building all day.
Viola knew her guards had arrived. This made her feel secure that the King and her General had watchmen. She had been a loyal Commander for Sabre's father and although Sabre was held prisoner by the King of the 5th her loyalty never wavered.
The air was cold and she felt it in her wings as she watched the sun set. She decided to land and check out the outlining area. Two demon mists emerged and she instructed each one to scout out an area and report back to her, she would keep them in contact with her and show them the way to their new home. She would see what they saw. Invaluable information for her King and General.
She took back to the sky soon she would be with them and the fifth ring would feel their strength.
Jelenis looked nervously at Flori from the bath....could he confide in her?
Well she had not punished him over being late though he was sure that his father thought she might, perhaps he could.
"Gen'Pi and I kissed Momma." He said quietly, tears feeling his eyes again.
"He did not force me or anything...and it felt nice, he put his tongue in my mouth and we were close together." It ended in a sob, he was so afraid she would think him dirty and naughty for letting the stable lad kiss him.
His sparkly tear filled silvery eyes met Flori's across the room.
"Am I going to be punished Mommy?" He said lowering his eyes.
"Abigor caught me....I am sure he is telling Father as we speak and he will lower my breeches and whip me until I cannot sit.....I am sure...I must have done something to make Gen'Pi do it....it is not his fault and I'll take two whippings if I have too.....please don't let Abigor punish him!"
The bath was growing cold, but he still sat there.
"I don't know why it happened....or why I liked it!"
Sabre watched as the General took his goblet quite brazenly and finished the wine and then smiled at his final statement, despite his sudden unease at having two of them in the Fortress. he had been cunning in using the Ithior, but Abigor had been equally as cunning calling for Viola.
In truth he had not felt her, he had been too busy with Flori and teasing Abigor. The General was right she was not going to pleased that he had mated with Flori, but that was his choice and he was king. Viola had wanted him since he had been a boy emerging into manhood and he had turned from her advances on numerous occasions and then his father had sent her away to fight and then a couple of years later he sent Abigor away too.
That gentle stroke on his forearm was teasing and light and he felt a rush of desire, but he pinned it down, he would not give Abigor the upper hand.
"So IF and when you take me...it will be brutal will it 'Gor?" He said leaning in to whisper that pet name softly like a summer breeze into the General's ear.
"Will you hold me down and take your needs by yourself? Or have you got Viola here because you need help in that goal...not quite up to handling your king alone?"
He pulled the goblet back from Abigor and snapped his fingers, it filled again instantly, with more deep fruity red wine. He took a long sip this time, traces of wine wet on his lush mouth.
"Or perhaps you plan to use Viola to distract Flori....whilst you take your pleasures hmmmm?"
Flori sat listening to him. He hesitated but a moment before it all came pouring out. "Oh Jelenis my so let me rest your nerves Master Abigor isn't. If that was the case he would have just said so while we were all in the dining room together. He knows it is your first day. So no whippings for you tonight." She keep her voice gentle and sweet.
"Now as for Gen'pi, well Jelenis you are a Prince and he just a stable hand. He should know his place amongst us. He had no business violating you like that. So I will not promise he will be spared the rod. Rightfully so too." Flori sounded concerned here. like she was thinking of him and their family standings. "But...well...I understand why you did it. And why you liked it."
Looking at him she turned the chair and shut the door slightly in case he wanted to get out of the water.
"I am still here love, just wanted to give you privacy. Now we're was I...oh yes kissing the stable hand Gen'pi. You are growing Jelenis and it is very natural for a boy your age to want to explore. If you liked it that just means you're normal. But as a Prince I warn you now Stable hands, maids, smithy's are all beneath you. Stay clear of any more kissing with him. You will find more suitable targets once we feel you are ready for season."
She sighed softly. "Jelenis, listen to me please hear, no tardiness for we have foes who would love to get their hands on you and hurt you gravely. And no more fornication behavior with lesser stations. Please tell me you understand and then get dressed so we can go back down for dinner." She stood from the chair and added, "I will explain to your father that I have punished you properly for your misgivings and we will put all this behind us." Her voice grew lighter, as a caring mothers would.
Abigor smiled as Sabre's words washed over him. It was a caress, or like one. If he tunrned slightly perhaps his lips would touch Abigor's jaw line, but he didn't move. Only Sabre called him that name. he once again thought of that kiss...his ruthlessness and Sabre's. Theirs was a passion only two powerful demons could share. He shook it off for now. Returning to the conversation at hand.
Another growl. "How dare you say such things to me. I will need no assistance, I assure my King for I want no distractions."
The goblet was taken back and Sabre teased him further by allowing the sweet liquid to remain on his lips...his perfect lips. With his manipulation of the Ithior and his taunting words Abigor gripped the edge of the table his purple eyes deepened with the intensity of his seething emotions.
"Remind me to fill your goblet the night I take you, for I think it would taste better coming from your begging lips." He grinned, "and you will beg me M'lord. You will moan and beg me to take you over and over. And I thank you for the clever idea...Viola and Flori...yes I could see them getting distracted...jealously produces such a higher level of pleasure."
Their debate heightened his senses. So when the demon watchmen landed he let out a grunt. His desire was pallible for Sabre. This level of tension the King gave him also made him that much more ferocious in battle.
Jelenis stood the other side of the door with his eyes closed as he listened to his mother. He knew she was right but Gen'Pi's kiss had woken something inside and he wanted the stable lad to kiss him again. He wrapped the sheet about him and opened the door but his eyes were downcast and he looked unhappy.
"I understand Momma." He said quietly.
Though thinking about Gen'Pi kiss was making him feel very funny inside, down in his loins he felt tight and tingly.
He went to the bed and picked up his clothes and took them behind the screen and started to dress. The undergarments and then the breeches of soft tan leather and the cream silk shirt, with a waistcoat of gold and bronze thread. He pulled on the soft brown leather boots and stepped out from behind the screen.
Tomorrow he would go riding and perhaps he might see Gen'Pi again, and that thought quickened his breath.
Sabre licked the wine from his lips and tilted his head as if in thought.
"You will make me beg will you 'Gor...will you reduce me to begging like a wanton creature beneath you...hmmm....is that how you fantasise about your king?"
He straightened up in his seat, sensing that Flori and Jelenis were coming back down.
"You would treat me like that which you called the boy in the yard!" He teased.
His taunting dark eyes moved from the General towards the door through which his wife and son would enter.
"Are you serving as a butler tonight or as a guest Lord Abigor?" He asked curtly.
"For if it is as a butler remove yourself from the chair and think about serving dinner.....if it is as a guest I am afraid that seat you occupy is my son's....yours is further down the table!"
Being spoken to in that fashion would drive the General mad....Sabre's own father had spoken to Abigor thus on occasion at dinner when he thought he was getting too near his prize possession...his son....another reminder of his desire being unfulfilled.
Flori and Jelenis entered the room, the boy looked a little pale and quiet and he gestured to the seats left and right of him.
"I trust things has been dealt with and we can sit down and have a nice family meal without any drama?" He said firmly, addressing either side of himself as his wife and son took their seats.
He looked up and smiled to Abigor.
"Master Abigor....the first course please....and my son can tell me how his first day had been."
Sabre's eyes fixed on Abigor's seething desire filled ones with some amusement, they had switched back to quiet inside voices now.
"Ohhh...I seem to recall my father speaking to you thus at dinner." He purred.
"Do you think he knew of your lust for me?"
He turned to Flori with that special charming grin he reserved for his wife and he reached to stroke her fingers delicately.
"So....you have spoken to Jelenis then my dear....he understands about being late and the dangers it holds?"
He picked up his wine goblet and took another sip, the wine moist on his lips, the scent of fruit pervading the air, detectable by sensitive demon senses.
"It is a shame that I had no mother when I was young....my birthing killed her....I killed her literally as I came from her....she was a Succubus...one of the most highly sought after in all the twelve rings....my father often said I favoured her." He said softly to the pair.
It had been true, his mother had been the most desired creature in all of the twelve rings, hair like spun moonlight, eyes as dark as sloe berries. It had been his father who had won and mated her in the end.
"I seem to recall your Father was at my birth Abigor with you....you were only small at the time."
Flori smiled at him when he came out from behind the dressing screen. She opened her arms and hugged him. "Thank you Jelenis. Just know the harder your father is on you just means he loves you that much more. And he loves you, never doubt that."
Releasing him she entwined their arms and led him back down to dinner. "Jelenis, you look very handsome this evening. Remember hold your head upright both Master Abigor and your father respect that." She fussed over him a little. "Oh and let us both get an early rest so we can rise early for your lessons so you can ride Darkmane. I will try to get you as much free time as I can, you will only benefit from the cold fresh air here."
Just before they walked into the dining room the sharp scraping of a chair could be heard and the low rumble of something unpleasant.
He watched Sabre lick his lips and his own tongue licked his top lip as he brought them together and pressed tightly. His breathing heavy. "I have many fantasies tonight I will indulge you in some...that is if your sweet wife will allow you the indulgence. Or perhaps you may have to ask her permission first?" He taunted back. Sabre straightened up in his seat and Abigor moved back in his. As Sabre mocked him further his eyes narrowed, he hid nothing from him this time.
The General's eyes a deep shimmering purple. Desire, anger, and something else glowed. "You are wrong there M'Lord...you would never be that to me and pity you never saw what could have been before you mated your mortal."
His King's words raked his already raw feeling. Abigor seethed within. He closed his eyes as he clinched his teeth. Sabre treated him no more than a hired hand. His fury was simmering just below the surface.
With more fury brewing he forcefully scrapped the chair across the stone. His parting comment was raw with emotion. "You fool yourself into thinking you can contain me Sabre. We go too far back and you've denied me long enough."
To those entering the room it would have seemed as if the General, the Butler, was growling in displeasure.
Flori entered with Jelenis and she sensed a bit of tension. She looked at both men but could only sense that they had must have had words of some sort but couldn't place it. Abigor's eyes were aglow with something she almost stepped back. it was as if the General hated her.
Flori looked at Sabre a little concern written on her face but she said nothing. She gestured for Jelenis to take the other seat.
"Thank you my love." She sat gracefully into her seat to the right of her King. "Yes, our son understands now. We must remember he had no real upbringing prior though. This is lost on him, but he is trying to learn and I am confident he will not be tardy again., She reached for her wine and smiled at both son and husband. "Besides he and Gen'pi seem to be getting along as chums will. And I am sure you know how boys will be when fun is at hand. But, I know Jelenis will be more diligent and mindful of curfews."
As he smiled at her she swooned...melted even. His fingers caressing hers made Flori instinctively close her eyes.
"My husband! I am sorry. Every boy needs a mother." She looked over at Jelenis and smiled as she squeezed her husband's arm softly.
Sabre smiled briefly at her sweet comment.
"I made my peace with it a long time ago....I had my father...and I have Abigor who is almost like a brother." He said softly.
The maids bought the first course a very light soup and set it in front of the diners, Abigor stood by the door in a seething vigil of the scene.
Jelenis picked up his spoon and he started to eat, thinking about what his mother had said, she had defended him and all was well with his father and it seemed that Abigor had said nothing about what he had seen.
"I have had a very eventful day Father." He said looking at his father.
"I have never had a horse or a friend before, nor a mother as nice as Lady Flori." He looked and met Abigor's gaze.
"Nor have I had a tutor like Master Abigor, I am sure I will please him when we have a sword lesson tomorrow."
Sabre smiled and nodded his head benevolently and reached over to pat his son's arm.
"I am sure you will Jelenis....do you hear that Abigor...Prince Jelenis is eager to please you." He called out.
He spoke a question in Abigor's mind....a simple question to which he desired an answer.
"Did you wish to be mated to me 'Gor?" His sloe dark eyes, his mother's eyes rested on the butler, to the other two diners it would look as if he were waiting for a response to the question he asked out loud.
Her eyes shimmered softly. This was something she did not know of her husband. It touched her heart in a way she couldn't describe. Yet not having a mother seemed not to take anything from him. Sabre was a marvelous lover and husband. More than she could have ever even dreamed. She nodded but she would remember this for the future.
Flori smiled as she picked up her spoon and began eat. The soup was delicious, light and with a hint of spice.
As Jelenis complimented her she flushed softly. "Thank you son." Her voice a whisper and seeped with gratitude. Her roll so far has been clear to act the part of a loving stepmother. She was to show compassion and love two things her son craved. She did this perfectly.
As they dined and spoke as a family would the General could barely contain his rage. His breathing harsh. His eyes slide over her with hate and lust. She held something he could never have. And it seemed his King had picked up on it. He wanted him to answer but the question was too close...to raw. But Abigor was nothing if not loyal and in full understanding of his station. He had to answer.
Abigor meet those dark eyes. The fine silvery hair that framed his King's face. He answered, though his voice was oddly soft for two of the diners.
"Yes...the answer is yes. I am pleased he wishes too. I shall do him as well as you my King proudly. Prince Jelenis will be a better swordsman than I when we are done." Abigor's eyes met those sloe ones with his own dark purple. he need not speak silently his King would understand the meaning of what he said as his eyes met Sabres.
Sabre understood the message all too well and he felt a pang of jealousy for a moment, he broke Abigor's gaze almost like a petulant child and concentrated back on his soup.
"We are due to meet in my study this evening Abigor...Flori will join us when she has seen Prince Jelenis to his room." He said after one sip of the soup which he pushed away.
"Flori Darling...would it displease you greatly if I had a drink with Abigor first and send a maid for you when we are done discussing the security of our home?" He smiled gently to her.
Abigor was right, he did burn inside for the General, he wanted to know a kiss from him again, the thought that he might be interested in Jelenis was more than he could stand. Sabre knew he had been a brat on this day teasing his old friend to this simmering angry point. He was sure Abigor would take his own back in the privacy of the study....perhaps.
Sabre had not been able to help himself after all he was part Succubus as well as Corlith Demon as his father had been. Abigor had put him in his place with that comment said out aloud.
"I have been very bad today 'Gor!" He said smoothly and sweetly in the General's mind.
"Am I forgiven? Or do you think up wicked punishments for me?"
Flori couldn't place it but something else was shimmering under the surface. She just didn't understand it but thought best to keep her silence. Instead she smiled at Jelenis and continued to eat.
"Of course Sabre. I will be in either our sons room or my dressing room if he falls asleep. just send one up for me and I will join you both." She could not look at Abigor his looks sent chills through her and not ones she wanted she was in fact actually frightened of him.
Abigor stood his vigilance. He lowered his eyes and he too felt shamed by his actions. He answered his King, "M'Lord...Sabre...you have been all I ever wanted. You need not apologize I was just as insolent. Even more so. It is I who was wrong. You are now mated and I should know my place." His eyes closed for a brief moment. "You need not ever apologize, it matters not who you mated, to me you will always be mine and I yours. Besides you need a true heir to your throne and she seems the perfect one for the act."
He said this only to his King. Abigor was no fool he knew his place and he knew Sabre needed a true heir to his throne. Truth be told he looked forward to their time in the study.
The rest of the meal progressed with small talk about Jelenis's day and what he might be studying on the next and such the like. Flori and Jelenis dined on roasted Phesant and vegetables and crisp potatoes and then a dessert of peaches steeped in a sweet sauce and cream. The meal was done and Sabre rose, his mood quite subdued to what it had been that day.
"I will send a maid for you Flori....Goodnight Son, rest well, I will see you on the morrow."
He walked the short distance from the dining room to the study and entered, this time pouring two glasses of brandy leaving one on the desk he walked to the window to stare at the snow that fell thickly outside.
The General had been the one constant in his life since the moment he was born, Abigor had been there with his father, he had only been a very small boy but he had been there when his king was born. He had been chosen to be the companion to the young Prince and they had done everything together. When they had reached that age, when young men discovered things it had become apparent that Abigor had desires for him, he was a few years older than the Prince and had developed that much faster.
Each time Zenethor had pulled down the prince's breeches whipped him for poor swordsmanship he had heard the quickening of 'Gors breath, when they had wrestled and 'Gor had held him down, he had felt the apparent desire. Then he had started to tease Abigor and flirt with him quite shamefully until that fateful night when the lord's son having reached his limit had pinned his prince in the alcove and taken that first deep and passionate kiss and he truly knew what Abigor felt.
It had not been long after that when his father had summoned the young General and posted him to some battlefield to fight against the Fifth Ring. Sabre had been bereft for days after Abigor's departure, he drifted from his duties day to day, performed for Zenethor in all his kingly training. He had been taught it was expected of him to mate when he was in season and beget an heir. He had been in season when he met Flori, and he had seen something in her that would make a suitable mother to an heir and he had allowed the ceremony which bought about the rune that showed them as mated. Flori did not bear the same rune as she was not a demon.
Being in season was an odd thing, usually in the mortal world it was a female thing, but among demons it happened to males. The heating of the blood, the drive to mate or in some cases just to bed with whomever and whatever they liked if they did not have to produce offspring. To date he had deliberately held his seed back from Flori, but he supposed that he should do what was expected of him and get an heir. Except he didn't want to....he rebelled at this command...he didn't want a child....not yet. He was in season again now, it had started today...and what he wanted...well it was obvious from his flirting and teasing what he desired. Abigor would sense it a mile off when he came in the study.
He would seek Abigor's counsel when he arrived and perhaps the General might relieve his tormented mind somehow!
There was also Jelenis to discuss but that could wait until Flori joined them...he had made up his mind to let the stable boy take the heir to the Fifth Ring's virginity. It was that he wanted Flori to walk in on....perhaps her and Abigor....he could make it up to his old friend that way, allowing him to see the deflowering of their enemy's son by a common stable boy. There was nothing like seeing scandal first hand to spread effective rumours and gossip.
Abigor nodded as the Prince and the Queen walked towards him. "Let me escort you first." He led the two back up the stairs. He opened Jelenis' bedroom door. "Good night Prince. M'Lady." He turned and walked back in the direction in which he came.
He did not look back at the pair he left standing there his attention was focused on Sabre.
He pondered what had transpired over the course of the day. He made no excuses. As General he should not have been so insolent. Yet how could he have not been. Sabre used the Ithior in such a way he was driven mad by the pleasure. He wanted more...needed...craved...burned for his King.
The anger and pent up desire had not dissipated. In fact the reminder of being there for Sabre's birth stirred up emotions he had though long dormant or forgotten. The thoughts of them growing and learning, and of his feelings growing for the Prince. At first when they were young it was of a protective nature. Not that Sabre ever needed it, just the roll he chose to take. As they grew he began to lust for the Prince. The more Zenethor whipped him the bigger his ache grew. Sabre's father saw it and as any proud demon with such a son as Sabre used this to his advantage. Abigor never minded though but it was when he was sent to fight that he came to understand how he felt, what he wanted. But by the time he was able to return the Fifth Ring had taken Sabre.
When Sabre had been held prisoner by the Fifth Ring Abigor had suffered as well. He was truly connected to Sabre and because as such his power was hindered. He kept order, built their armies so another family didn't not infiltrate what belonged to Sabre. He did this he said to himself because it was expected of him, because it was his duty to do so. Other demons had pressed him to remove Sabre and take the Ring's command. Those who suggested that were no longer alive. But why he thought? He could have. Another might have. But he didn't. Sabre was right in his use of the Ithior, power is absolute. He should have taken him when he had the chance. There was a reason he had not forsaken his King. One he could not speak or even dear think.
Abigor found himself at the entrance of the study all too soon.
He knocked more for courtesy then expecting an answer as he opened the door and spotted the two glasses of brandy. He smiled.
"My King. What is it you would like to discuss?" His eyes raked over Sabre his breathing quacking increasing as he fought himself for control. He did not want to close the space between them for if he did Abigor felt he would lose the battle and take what he wanted, take what he felt was rightfully his. He would take his King.
Sabre did not turn from the window where he watched the snow fall, for if he did he was sure that Abigor would see it in his eyes, the same taunting need as earlier, all courtesy of him being heavily in season.
"Come in 'Gor." He said softly.
"I left a drink for you on the desk."
His blood felt like it was on fire, it was getting worse each time he came to the season, and he was in his prime so it would happen twice during a month and probably for the next few hundred years or so. Slowly he turned round to face his General who being a demon himself would sense it.
"When does Viola arrive?" He said after a moment of trying to regain his composure, yet all he could think of was that kiss in the dark hallway so many years ago. It overtook every sensible thought he had.
As Abigor had entered the nearness of the General made Sabre's breathing ragged, he tried to control himself, but he was fighting a losing battle. He was so close to begging Abigor to kiss him...but he was a king...he did not want to beg...but he did want to be overpowereded by the older demon, like that night....that fateful night.
Flori followed Abigor. She was afraid of him. Something was off and she couldn't figure it out. She hadn't done anything to him to displease him now had she?
But for Jelenis' sake she maintained her composure. They were left at the doorway of Jelenis' room. "Come let's get you ready. Tell me would you like me to read a little something? I know when I was young my own mother would read to my brother and I."
She caught her breath a moment. Her brother Opaas. She turned from Jelenis just then. She willed herself to get in control. He had never come for her did he? All three of them left her there to be abused by that horrid man. He took so many things from her and she survived without anyone's help. Regaining herself she turned back to him. "Sorry. I just miss my brother and I wish I knew where he was so I could invite him to come and visit. He is a skilled swordsmen as well."
She noticed a book by the bed stand and smiled. Her King...Sabre thought of everything.
"I will wait for you to change and wash up." She went towards the bed and pulled a chair over. The fireplace casting a lovely warm glow around the room.
Abigor picked the drink up and let it burn its way down his throat. He picked up on it. This is why his King was in such a way. Why he taunted him so. The fact he was part succubus probably affected him greater than most. He was extremely powerful too which also added his torment. This made Abigor's heart beat faster against his ribcage. He took another swallow of the amber liquid.
"On the marrow." His voice was a low rumble. It surrounded him. And he could no longer wait.
He crossed the short distances and grabbed Sabre. Abigor rumbled loudly this time. He took control. Abigor could not hold back now that he knew his King was in season yet did not wish for whatever reason to lay with his wife. Abigor grabbed him by the arms and pressed Sabre to his own body, forcing his mouth to yield to his. His kissed Sabre roughly...passionately...He growled into the kiss...as his hands began to go around Sabre one went behind Sabre's head the other cupped his buttocks as he allowed his King to feel what he was doing to his General.
Sabre was more than keenly aware of what he was doing to his general. They broke apart momentarily and Sabre's luminous black eyes met Abigor's.
"You cannot take me....not here!" Here said breathlessly.
"Flori will get suspicious if we keep her waiting!" He moaned as Abigor's fingers gripped him tightly.
"Gor.... You have to hold back." He begged, though his body said otherwise.
Jelenis washed up and put on his night shirt and climbed into bed. The day had been long and the thought of Flori's soft voice reading to him sounded perfect.
"Yes please Momma, I would like that."
Flori was kind and gentle and would never whip him like his other mother liked to.
He could not help himself in saying what he did next to the woman that had shown him more kindness in one day than his real mother ever had."
"I love you Momma Flori."
Abigor flared his nostrils. "Not here?" He gripped Sabre tighter fighting for control...his eyes glazed over almost as if he was not going to be able to stop.
"Yes Flori...yes..." He growled again deeply. His hands going to either side of Sabre's arms and he pushed back abruptly. If he hadn't then nothing short of killing Abigor would have stopped him from taking his King.
Trying to bring his breathing into check he stood close enough to smell the wine form earlier. His hand reached out and slowly brought Sabre in close again. This time though his touch was gentle...a soft grazing of his lips meeting Sabre's.
"I have waited this long so I can wait a few more hours. But know that by tonight I shall have you... You may love her. But you are joined to me. You are truly mine and I will make it so before this night has ended."
He pulled back his whole body shaking with passion. His purple eyes glowing...his Runes glowing...His body on fire.
Sabre's own runes glowed with equally intensity, he was a little scared truth be told of Abigor's intensity. He knew by the night's end he would belong to the General, the Ithior bound them inextricably. He moaned softly as those lips grazed his again and he shook his head.
"Tonight is impossible and you know that...short of coming to our room and taking me in front of her and that will not happen!"
His lips were red and full from the onslaught of Abigor's kiss, so powerful, so masterful. The older demon had dominated him totally in that moment as he had done as boys.
"You will have to bide your time 'Gor." He said trying to assert some dominance back into the situation.
"You have Gen'Pi to teach tonight and I have new instructions, I plan to let the stable lad have the Prince in every sense of the word...you will need to teach him how to woo and coax Jelenis."
The season was heavily upon him now and being part Succubus it only enhanced his inherent beauty, his moonlight hair almost glowed silver, his skin was flawless perfection, his eyes like black diamonds. Never had he looked more desirable than in that moment, only something another demon could pick up on.
What also worried Sabre was that if Abigor mated him being a demon a third ring would appear entwined with the Mating ring on his chest...how would he explain that away?
He reached out to brush back a strand of dark hair with his slender hand and looked into the seething passionate purple eyes of the General.
"Please.....be patient....I will make her with child....she will go into confinement....maybe then."
Abigor's hand came up and clasped Sabre's his breathing even more erratic. But the words he spoke cut him like a knife. He was asking him to wait. As his General he knew any command given would be hard pressed for him not to follow.
With a heavy heart he gave his King one more passionate kiss. His teeth slightly cutting into Sabre's lower lip. "Patient..." He closed his eyes and stepped back to give them some space to regain some control. "You ask me as if it would be easy for me to do that. But, alas I cannot put aside the oath I took so if you command it, I shall abide by it." Abigor wanted nothing more than to close out everything and take him. Explore every delectable inch. The punishment Sabre would get from him would have him melting in his embrace. He shook those thoughts.
"Another time...Just don't keep me waiting too long M'Lord or I very well may storm into that bedroom and do just that." With shaking hands he went to pour himself some more brandy but he couldn't instead it splashed all over and he placed the decanter back down with a low rumbling growl.
"I will do as you instruct. Gen'pi will woo your sweet son and when you give the word I will let him know he may take him. I am sure you have already picked up on it but it seems my stable hand has taken a genuine liking to your son. One that if played right could serve our needs well. For when he tells Jelenis he loves him it will not be a lie and not raise any of his Angelic senses. I must say that has me most pleased."
Speaking details made the General somewhat calmer but it shimmered there. His chest hurt, his body ached, and his mind though was focused. One thing was made clear to him, one thing that had nagged him, Sabre had just as strong feelings for him as he had for Sabre. Yes there had been some doubt but his beautiful eyes shone clearly that his King truly did belong to him, it was only a matter of time before they would be one.
"Shall I have Des fetch your Flori...My'Lord?" Looking at him was out of the question right now for it stirred a mixture of aching desire and pain for the General.
Flori let the book slip to her lap. "Jelenis!" Tears sprang to her eyes and she reached out and held him. Though not a little boy she couldn't help but rock him a little in her embrace. "You cannot know how happy you made me. I love you too Jelenis. More than I could have realized and more than I can ever express."
She was not sure what surprised her more the fact that he told her he loved her or the fact that she truly loved him back in return. She knew her role was to pamper him but she found she enjoyed doing it. Wanted to do it even.
She pulled back and wiped her tears away as she laughed at herself. "Sorry, you just made me so very happy." She took hold of his hand and squeezed it as she picked up the book with her other hand and began to read. It was a book on pirates something silly and fun. Every so often one of her free hands would brush at his hair.
Sabre waved his hand over the spilled brandy and it vanished, he poured some from the decanter into the glass and pushed it towards Abigor.
He went to sit in his chair on the other side of the desk and he nodded to Abigor's suggestion to fetch Flori.
"Will you call Gen'Pi to you this eve." He asked quietly.
"It might help you to focus on something."
He knew Abigor was not pleased at the moment, the fact he would not look at him said it all.
"I will get her with child....I promise 'Gor....we will return to the Tenth and she will be sequestered away for her pregnancy and you and I can be as we were when we were boys.....we can spar with swords and find dark corridors." He whispered.
"who knows Zenethor may still be alive!" He said trying to lighten the tense mood.
He picked up the glass and stirred it around before swallowing the contents. He let Des know she should fetch the Queen and bring her to the study.
He looked at the raging fire and thought this was exactly how he felt at the moment. He took the seat to the left of the desk so he could stare into the fire some more and not seem rude when Flori arrived.
"I shall call him this eve. His training needs to begin although he is no stranger to my touch he isn't as...um...smooth as I. And I would like him to be a little more brazen, not so much as he would act but to fluster our sweet Jelenis." She fiddled with his empty glass for a distraction. "You are right I need to focus and this shall help me for the time being."
He chanced a look in Sabre direction and it seemed his King was in as much discomfort as he. It made him wonder if the King felt a stab of jealously over the lad who would be receiving his embrace this evening.
"I will hold you to your word Sabre." But his last statement made him at least chuckle. "Ah yes maybe so and then no matter who is present you will get your whipping, Zenethor never spared the rod!"
His gazed slide to his King's black diamond ones and he held his gaze. Abigor let him see all his raw emotions for the briefest of moments before closing them off again. It was a thing of immense trust for a demon to do something like that, but he was in no mood to hide from Sabre any longer.
Des knocked on the study door and waited a few moments before opening it and ushering her Queen inside. "Queen Flori you grace." She curtseyed and hurried away. But not before catching sight of her King which as a succubus herself had her in a fit for he was powerful and beautiful a combination succubus' craved.
Sabre gave his queen a smile as she came in.
"Is Jelenis safely in bed?" He asked courteously.
He cast a gaze towards Abigor but his eyes were fixed on the fire but at least he seemed calm for now.
"I have made up my mind love...Gen'Pi will deflower Jelenis, Abigor will instruct him in what he needs to know...such will be the Tenth's revenge on the Fifth, he will be infamous across the Twelve Rings as a half breed slut who debases himself with stable boys.....he will never take the throne!" He said coolly.
"Without a King the Tenth will take the Fifth and annexe it as part of our kingdom."
Flori followed Des towards the study. She passed through the open door and sat opposite the General. Whom she avoided making eye contact with.
"Yes, my love. He was most exhausted and glad to turn in early."
She sat quietly and listened to him. As his words sank in she made sure to keep her thought clear. He knew everything about her. But she could not help her heart hammering. Something nagged at her saying it was wrong to allow this to happen to Jelenis.
She had to speak with that sable hand without Abigor or Sabre knowing, this would prove to be her biggest obstacle.
She was too preoccupied by trying to remain happy for her husband. She plastered a smile and said all the appropriate things. "I am pleased we have come so far in our plan Sabre. Nothing makes me happier than making you happy."
Her eyes stayed a little downcast. Partially wanting to avoid Sabre's eyes and her fear of the General sitting across her.
Sabre watched Flori, she was saying all the right words but inside she was not and he stared at her with some puzzlement.
"What is wrong Flori?" He said quietly.
Nothing could spoil this plan...nothing....the boy must not be allowed to take the throne.
"What has he said to you....what did the boy say upstairs when you were alone?"
He felt it, anger, and Abigor would pick up on it immediately and the mood the General in would not make it a pleasant time for the queen.
"She is lying to me 'Gor!" He said in a wounded voice in the General's mind.
"Wrong?" Her head shot up and she cursed herself for reacting so. "Say, oh he just called me momma and it well..." She trailed off and her eyes filled with fear looked at the General who seemed as if nothing was wrong. He even gave her a pleasant smile. Oddly this made her all the more frightened.
"Sabre, I..I..."
As Flori stumbled through her fear his General reassured him. "She is just a mortal what did you expect. They are weak. She is lying to you, foolish Queen after all you have done for her! The boy expressed his love for her and she needs a firm hand to reminder her. Every so often they need to know whom is in charge." He smiled at his King..."I could do it for you if it pleases you. Though it may take her a bit to recover."
Abigor slide his gaze to the elf. "My dear Queen. Did Jelenis upset you? Shall I whip him?" His voice was insolent as he spoke to her.
"NO!" She was so confused. "I mean, no...he didn't it is I. Oh please excuse me I am not well. Not myself. I am sorry Sabbre...Abigor. Please may I go to my dressing room I am not well." She didn't know what else to say or do.
Abigor looked back at Sabre. "You did it before now you must again, she needs your corruption. Or mine. Something is fighting through your hold over her. Once you reign her in she will pant after you again M'Lord."
Sabre watched her and he felt wounded inside, was his power weakening because of the Season...no...it was more.....it was that bloody half angelic upstairs weaving his charm on her. Well he would see about that!
He rose and glanced to Abigor, he wanted nothing more than for the General to teach her a lesson but this was his woman and he would do it.
"My darling." He said with solicitous concern.
"I will escort you...my poor Flori Flower.....come." He came round the desk and held out his arm in the most gentlemanly of way.
"I will have sweet tea bought to you and stay by your side my love!" He knew what to say to her, even though he knew full well it was not true.
"Oh my....Flori....you being unwell....perhaps you are with child? My Heir?"
He made himself look so hopeful after all they had bedded many times and she would not know that he had not released in her through choice.
He kissed her lips.
"Abigor...I might be a father!"
He lifted her gently in his arms.
"I will take you to your room this instant...from now on you will rest...I will not have you overtaxing yourself with Jelenis...Des and Mie can take care of you...a woman of my court is arriving tomorrow too....Viola will take extra special care of you!"
He smiled at her.
"I will come to your room too....we can still be together....just you and I....like it should be!"
Abigor smiled Sabre was good...She was a wreck and he knew just what to say to confuse her further.
"I...I...guess? With child?" She rose and took his hands and his warm embrace around her felt like coming home.
Then what he said hit her! With child...Sabre's...a real Prince or Princess... If his arms were not around her she would have collapsed. "With child?" They had been one so many times and she never thought of warding against it with a potion. Her eyes misted with confusion. "Your love...yes you love me...Not him...you do." She was rambling it seemed as though she was really fighting something inside her. His kiss was gentle and she whimpered against his lips. Her confusion escalated.
She looked at him her eyes large as she looked over at the General fear shot through her. She was lifted into his arms and she held him tightly. He spoke to Abigor and she shrunk into Sabre's embrace as she quivered in fear.
"Jelenis yes he is a good boy. Please don't hurt him Sabre...promise me." She was now slurring her words. Almost like she had too much to drink.
"Ladies of the court...They are his whores...I don't want them near me or my son." Her eyes rolled back into her head. She tried to hold onto him but couldn't.
Her voice was low when she whispered..."Sabre something is wrong with me. Please help me... I feel so dizzy...He hates me I know it...you love me right?" She closed her eyes. "Yes you and I together...like it was...make him pay Sabre...punish him for doing this to me."
She fainted...Her mind in a turmoil as she truly didn't know what was happening to her.
Abigor watched the scene unfold. When Sabre fabricated that she might be with child he almost shouted in laughter. In fact he picked Sabre's brandy and drank it to cover the mirth. "To a possible heir! This will be wonderful news!"
He heard every word she said. And as she began to turn sour he fiend an innocent yet mocking look, "I am crushed...My'lord...Queen...my girls have been nothing but respectful, I assure you!"
Inside he fumed. Raged! He hated her! He wanted to shout that she was fool. But he said nothing. His face framed with mock injure. Until she fainted and he dropped his act.
"Marvelous Sabre. When she awakens she will be yours again. You are a master." He bowed. "Tend to your bride Sabre." His voice waived betraying the raw emotions that brewed just under the surface. "I have a young man to see."
He left the room right behind them but he headed out the main door. No coat, no winter protection. He couldn't feel any of it. The moon was not out and fresh snow was falling softly. if one spotted him brushing at his eyes he would have said it as the snow.
Abigor reached the stable and before opening it he rested his head for a moment before opening it and calling out to the stable hand. "Gen'pi"
Sabre carried her up to her room and laid her on the bed, she had fainted dead away and he carefully undressed her and then himself and laid down next to her. His runes glowed the faintest of violets in the darkness and he knew what he had to do whilst the season was upon him.....give Flori his seed and a real child to fuss over. Slowly and gently he turned over and lightly kissed her, her face, her neck, her belly.
"Flori." He called her name softly.
"It is just us my jealous love......come I want you....I want to let you know how much I love you!"
By making love to her, being gentle she would see nothing but him, he would make her full with his child and then she would see nothing but that. His was teasingly slow in his actions, she would fully come to to his lovemaking and thoughts of Jelenis would melt away. He would say he would teach him personally tomorrow and he would use the charm to make her forget the conversation of this evening about Gen'Pi.
He could feel Abigor in the stable and inside he ached to be the stable boy in that moment.
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she heard him. She felt his lips caressing her. His sweet words...
"Sabre...Sabre..." Soon she came back to him her hands going through his moonlite hair. "Oh I am a horrible wife...I am so sorry. Please say you forgive me."
But her words were soon lost as she gave into the passion he created within her. She held onto him like she was losing him. Leaving tell tail marking on his back and shoulders. Her cries of his name turned to soft coos of love.
When they laid there together catching their breath she touched every Rune but Ithior. Not that she remembered what that one was, it was as if she couldn't see it. Her mind was on him, Sabre, no more thoughts of Jelenis or his plight. She remembered nothing of their time in the study. As she snuggled next to him and drifted to sleep.
Gen'pi was on his bed when he heard the door open and Master Abigor enter.
"Yes?" He was nervous thinking maybe the Master was displeased with him after all.
Abigor smiled at his trusted stable hand. "Gen'pi, I came to congratulate you. It appears our Prince is falling for you." The boy blushed a deep red. This only caused Abigor to smile wider. "Come let us discuss you wooing of the young man and if you do as you're told you may claim him as yours." He took Gen'pi's hand in his and led him up to the hay loft.
"You are to woo him as though you are his lover. Slowly Gen'pi. Like how I wooed you all the years ago." Their lips met and Abigor kissed him gently. "I want him to fall in love with you. Hold his hand, tell him stories, read to him. Make him feel loved."
As he spoke Abigor undressed Gen'pi, all but his hat. Abigor stood back to admire him. "You are still so sensitive about those horns. Let them free tonight. I want to feel them."
The dominant demon opened his mind for his King so he could hear and image what they were doing should he choose to. Abigor. Let his passion and rage out as he took from Gen'pi what he could not have from his King.
As he reached his height in his mind he called to his King. Letting him know this was a temporary outlet for his need.
It had been done, he had made her his once more and done as he had promised and released himself so she would beget a child, a real child to focus on. There would be no more thoughts of Jelenis he would oversee his son's tuition and Flori would prepare for her baby. When it was known she was definitely pregnant he would return them to the Tenth and she would be sequestered away as was traditional.
He rolled over and his thoughts went to Abigor who currently would be instructing Gen'pi and he felt lost, confused by the intensity of the General's emotion. Abigor would have used him tonight and he would have surrendered to him and the King would have become the General's slave.
Morning came and Sabre rose, he would go to his dressing room and bathe, he felt the need to wash and clothe himself without the need for magic today. He returned once he was dressed in austere looking grey breeches, a white linen shirt and long grey coat with black boots. His silvery white hair was tied back completing the somewhat severe look for him.
He gently woke Flori with some breakfast, creamy porridge with honey, bread with her favourite blackberry jam, fuit and sweet tea.
"You must rest darling, I will tutor Jelenis before he goes riding, and I will bring him up at lunchtime to show you the fruits of his academic labour." He smiled gently.
"There are books to amuse yourself with and should you require it a bath will be made ready."
He rested a hand on her belly, a sweet loving gesture of a would be father.
"You carry my child....a Prince ....or may be a Princess...I will give you everything....but rest is important."
He would send Des to wake Jelenis and get him ready, though he knew the young man would have no interest in her form, his head was full of Gen'Pi. Then Abigor could join them for breakfast, he sent that message mentally to his General who was likely still entwined in the stable with the stable hand. Sabre felt a pang of jealousy that Gen'Pi had gotten to experience last night...but it had been for the best....there would be time for that when they went home.
Jelenis was woken by the maid he had met in the corridor the day before, she was shaking him and smiling sultry and knowing.
"Where is my mother?" He asked, a little shocked at being woken by this woman, Flori said she would wake him in the morning.
He pulled the cover up over himself shyly and lowered his eyes.
"Where is my mother?" He asked again.
Des smiled at him. "Shhh Prince your father is waiting. He will tell you. All I know is she is not well and is resting."
She went to his wardrobe and pulled a few things out for him. The washing bowl was set up. "Hurry Prince. Oh and I have a message for you." She flashed her sultry smile and sauntered over to the bed. She leaned in and whispered softly. "Gen'pi said to tell you that Darkame received his treat. And he looks forward to seeing you again. Maybe furthering your riding lessons."
She backed away. Master Abigor had instructed her to do this. And now watching the Prices face she was glad to be the one giving the message she couldn't wait to tell Mie.
She placed his clothing behind the dressing screen and stood expectantly by the foot of the bed.
Jelenis flushed pink as she gave him Gen'Pis message.
He washed quickly and went behind the screen and changed, he could not wait to go riding this morning, but if mother was not conducting his lessons who was?
He made his way to the Dining Hall to find his father sitting there with a bowl of porridge to his left. Jelenis sat down dutifully.
"Good morning Father.....Des told me mother was unwell." He said softly.
Sabre smiled looking quite happy.
"Your mother is with child....she needs to rest, you might have a brother or sister in due course."
He did not give the boy a chance to ask any further questions.
"You will spend the morning as planned but under my tuteledge and then you can spend a few hours riding...then the rest of the afternoon with Master Abigor."
As if the mere mention of his name summoned him, the General entered the room with almost a military precision.
EARLIER BEFORE JENEIS WENT DOWN FOR BREAKFAST:
Flori rolled over sleepily. "Mmm, everything smells so delicious. Oh? But? Books? Are you sure?' She was slightly confused at first not remembering what had transpired last night. But his soft gentle voice soothed her.
Then Sabre touched her stomach and her face turned bright red. "I am?" She looked at him. "How? How do you know?" She placed her hand over her stomach as well and cradled it slightly. "Well it be like you?" Can it be like you?"
She looked at him with a mixture of love and concern for him. "If it is to be your heir will the others accept it with me as its mother?" She said this softly her concern real.
Before Breakfast in Flori's Room
Sabre smiled fondly at her.
"You are the Queen.....they have no choice!"
He stroked her hair gently and kissed her.
"Not quite like me...but enough to be recognised as my heir."
He put the tray on the bed so she could take her fill, and picked up a book and laid it close too.
"Rest my darling.....I will bring Jelenis up after lunch." He smiled.
Abigor woke before sunrise. It was Sabre's request to join them for breakfast that stirred him. He was still entwined with Gen'pi so he extracted himself and picked up his clothing he pulled his pants and shirt back on. He loosely combed his hair back with his fingers and secured it back with a leather strip. He kneed down and caressed Gen'pi's back. "Wake up Gen. It is time to start our day."
Gen'pi stretched. He must have pleased Master Abigor last night for he was calling him Gen. He only did that when he was in a particularly good mood. "Yes, Master Abigor. I am awake."
Gen'pi turned over and reached out caressing Abgior's face before he pushed himself fully up. He brushed the stray piece of hay off his naked body, picked up him own clothes, and headed for the ladder. His fresh things would be down there.
"I left you a present. Gen. A new outfit. Burgundy and black, with handsome black riding boots. The coat is velour black and trimmed with burgundy. With a matching hat of course." Abigor playfully touched one of his horns. Something Gen'pi was sensitive over. "Now do not forget yourself. I know you care for the boy. But, by waiting until we tell you it is okay to bed him will earn you the reward you have so desperately been wanting. You will be known as the demon who broke the King of the Fifth Ring. Imagine how many will flock to you than Gen."
Abigor was pleased with Gen'pi. He knew just what he needed and obliged. Still no amount of another would ever truly satisfy Abigor but Sabre. He was feeding Gen'pi's need for acceptance. Feeding into his greatest desire to be loved and respected. Calling him by his pet name. Abigor was a master at his station and knowing how to play his demons only worked to his and Sabre's benefit.
Abigor smiled when he heard Gen'pi's reaction and his professed thanks. He waved it off as work well done and said there'd be more for him.
He left the stable as the sun was just about to crest over the Fortress and he spotted the watchmen and smiled. Viola would be here today. He touched the Rune that connected them and it glowed softly. She responded she would be there before the sun went down. He smiled and entered the main doors he headed to his room and clean up.
Once refreshed in his costmary black and charcoal colors he secured his raven hair back and went to join Sabre and his family in the dining room. Something was different in the home this morning.
"M'Lord...Prince Jelenis..." He entered the room like one on a mission. He noted that the Queen was not yet seated and he looked at Sabre..."Queen Flori?" He questioned Sabre silently. He looked over at his King as he walked to the table and purposely took a seat a few separating him and Jelenis. The taunt from Sabre still smarting the General.
As the large fire roared behind his King the familiar one inside him began to spark. He forced himself to push it away and focus on the day's event. Much was going to happen today.
Sabre smiled as he saw Abigor though he was still in season and seeing the general knowing his fulfilment with Gen'Pi made him feel somewhat agitated.
"My Queen is pregnant Abigor." He said quietly.
"She is resting in her room as an expecting female should. I will be teaching my son this morning, then he will have his riding lesson.....then after lunch he is yours until dinner."
His eyes flickered to Abigor and he spoke to him in his mind.
"I take it you night was satisfactory 'Gor....you stable lad met your needs?"
His black eyes showed his feelings openly allowing the demon to see him, his emotions, so confused.
"Be merciless in your teaching this afternoon 'Gor.....this Angelic brat needs a lesson after what he did last night." He hissed in Abigor's mind.
"With child! My congratulations M'Lord. Now we will have two hires!" His eyes slide over to Sabre his smile slightly veiled. Fresh fruit was on the table and although he need not eat he did partake in it from time to time. Fruit being one of his pleasures. Sabre must have remembered for his favorite was there. Blackberries. He took a few first before saying anything more. He was pleased that Sabre had relented. Part of him feared he would not give her his seed. It could be heard in his voice that he was pleased by the news.
"I am looking forward to our time Prince Jelenis. You promised me a good showing today and I will expect you to uphold your end." His voice taking on a slightly sterner tone when addressing the boy. And because he is a demon and just because he wanted to fluster the boy he added something to remind him that he, Sabre's General, kept something from his father. Of course Sabre knew and it was his own suggestion that the boy think he was getting away with something. But, Abigor loved to see his enemy's son flustered.
"Gen'pi was up early this morning Prince, he said he would ensure the stirrups for your saddle are properly affixed and then take you on a ride. He wanted to teach you a few more...er...tricks to bring out the passion in your horse, I do believe he said it that way." He chewed a few more berries and his gaze looked the boy up and down. "You did feel the passion yesterday, didn't you?" He raised his eyebrow here. "Riding does that you know." Although all seemingly innocent his tone seemed as if he was suggesting more, yet at the same time not. His smile was wicked.
Once finished flustering Jelenis he continued to eat but he heard his King's question. Abigor went to answer him in a scathing way until his eyes met Sabre's and they fell from his mind. His King was opening up to him...he seemed in turmoil. He sharply inhaled and answered much differently. He too let Sabre silently see he was hurting and not just physically. He felt betrayed, angry...confused. "He satisfied an inch so I could perform my duties as expected of me M'Lord. It was either take him or kill her and take you. The later would serve neither of us well. My need is just as strong as yesterday, but I ask you not to taunt me too much this day for I am not sure I will be able to resist."
He drank some of the dark sweet tea.
Abigor's purple eyes shimmered with how vulnerable he had just been. He exposed himself to his King and could only see what he would do with the knowledge he now possess on his General. How would he use Abigor's deep feeling for himself?
Speaking so the Prince could now hear him as well; "We will have a much awaited guest joining us tonight M'Lord. I request for her first night back if we could dine all together." He hesitated a moment. "Of course our Queen may not be up for that and we can introduce them at another time when Queen Flori is well enough." He silently added, "You will not need to worry M'Lord I will handle Viola. No harm will befall Queen Flori or Viola will have my wrath." He wanted Sabre to feel secure that his demons respected and would do as he bid.
Jelenis flushed the deepest of reds at the insinuation made by Abigor and stared down at his porridge bowl, not meeting the General's eyes as he replied.
"I enjoyed seeing my horse yesterday and Gen'Pi is .....well...." He did not know what to say.
Sabre's dark eyes alighted on the boy and he made himself look a little annoyed.
"By the Underworlde Jelenis...you are a bloody Prince, look Abigor in the eye and answer, do not stutter like an idiot!"
He fixed his gaze firmly on his general, his perfect and dominant General.
"Please 'Gor find a reason any reason to give him a sound whipping this afternoon! I want to see him sit uncomfortably at dinner tonight!" He growled in Abigor's mind.
The conversation turned to that of the arrival of Viola and Abigor's desire for her to dine with them this evening.
"Of course....my Queen may not be up to it but you, Jelenis and I can do so. I am sure she will love to meet my son!"
Abigor nodded and answered his lord silently; "It will be done. He will pay for his entrapment of your Queen. In fact I look forward to it."
"Prince Jelenis your father speaks the truth. I conveyed this to you yesterday did I not? You never look away. No do try to hold yourself accountable. My, my, my...I see I will need to reprimand Bel and Tray, for they treated you as if you were a Princess...hmmm?"
Oh and he had thought of his revenge for the pair on Bel and Tray for many a day and relished in the knowledge that his King trapped them. He chuckled at his thoughts and shared a smile with Sabre.
"Yes we will dine then. Viola will be eager to meet with you Prince Jelenis. She has many special skills and her sword is second to no one. Yes she will enjoy meeting you. Now I should see to the watchmen and check in with the gate as well. I requested two more to join us here so the Queen is never alone. I think she will be well cared for. You both need not worry." He got up and walked behind Jelenis and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. He squeezed maybe just a little too rough for the Prince.
Over the boys head he gave one more look at Sabre. His eyes shimmered again. He was heavy with desire for him. He ached to reach out and touch him but he would not allow himself that indulgence. He nodded and turned to go to the watchmen.
Jelenis winced slightly as the squeeze of his shoulders hurt, he kept his head up though as demanded and finished the porridge. So his father was going to teach him this morning instead of the Queen, his sweet and loving momma. Once Sabre had seen that he had finished he gestured for the boy to follow him and they entered the library wher Jelenis saw parchment and ink on the table as well as books. He took a seat but Sabre stood, in his grey ensemble it made the demon king look severe and cold.
"We'll let us start with your written skills shall we my son.....take up the quill and write the letters that make up the alphabet of demonic speech." He chose that deliberately because he knew that Jelenis did not know it.
He watched as the boy picked up the quill and hesitated over the paper, chewing his lip anxiously.
"Don't idle boy.....write!" Sabre said sternly.
Jelenis looked up to his father with fearful eyes.
"I do not know it Father." He said in a whisper.
Sabre folded his arms looking dissatisfied.
"What on earth were you taught boy....are you simple?"
Jelenis tearfully shook his head.
"No father....I can read and write common language......"
Sabre banged his hand on the table.
"Stop your tears....only little boys and girls cry.....you will learn the words of your people and learn quickly." He waved his hand and the complicated demonic alphabet appeared behind him, glowing in mid air.
"Copy that down, fifteen times, then if I am satisfied you may go out riding, if not.....well......you will see!"
Flori sat up as Mie took away the breakfast tray. She touched her stomach again softly. A mother. She was going to be a mother. A soft smile spread across her lips. She closed her eyes and tried to image what it would look like. Would it have his silvery hair? Would it have her blue eyes? She was too excited to rest. She didn't want too. But some part of her worried that if she didn't he would know and although he has never punished her he would if anything happened to his unborn child.
So instead she asked for a bath to be drawn when Mei returned. As the girl prepared it for her Abigor walked in. In with him two very odd ladies followed. One seemed elderly. Like a grandmother type. The other a nursemaid.
"Queen Flori, good morning." His smile was warm and inviting. "Let me wish you congratulations. You do our family honorably." He gestured for the two women to go closer to the bed. "And while you are in such a delicate condintion I have summoned two of the tenth's capable hands. This is Ana and Lui" Ana was the elder women and the nursemaid Lui. Both ladies curtseyed and fussed over her.
Abigor bowed. "I will leave you in their capable hands. Come Mie. Des will be needing your help as Viola arrives today."
Flori was left with the two demon women who helped her to the bath. Flori was in a daze, she just obeyed them. As she sunk into the bath she wondered who this Viola was and would she be able to go outside? She wanted to know why even though Abigor seemed so nice she still feared him. Like he was just waiting to wrap his hands around her throat. She didn't understand it. She was beinging to feel a little lost. A few tears trailed down her face but she quickly splashed the bath water on her face to hid them from this two new women.
Once bathed the nursemaid helped her dress and put her back into the bed she gave her some sweet tea which had Flori feeling very tired. The brew was so that she would sleep. Flori was in a deep sleep.
The two demons changed forms quickly and began to speak over her. One drew a symbol of the tenth over her abdomen, they chanted. The spell was to ward anyone from harming their king's unborn child. Anything that happened to Flori the two demons where now locked with her. They would protect her and the child she carried. These two would not leave her side until the child was born.
Abigor directed Mie to go help Des and to keep an eye out for Viola should he miss her. He walked the corridor slowly. With Flori pregnant they would now truly have a heir now and using Jelenis they could truly be the most powerful ring. This made him smile. He silently updated his stable hand so he knew what Des and he had said to Jelenis. He gave him a stern reminder that it was to be a courtship. Corrupt Jeleis fully, mind first then body.
His next order of business was to see the watchmen. Which let him know that souls this far out of the way where few. This was comforting. They needed no interference from outside forces. Jelenis must be corrupted, he would pay for all the things he did to his king. He would be shamed...his bastardized other half would wither and die allowing his demon to emerge. Abigor smiled and walked the area allowing the crisp air to ruffle his hair and heightened the color in his cheeks.
It was a while later when Jelenis had finished writing out the last line of the demonic alphabet and took the parchments up to where his father sat staring out of a window. Not far from him laid a slender supple cane which the sight of made Jelenis turn a little pale. Was his Father going to whip him if he did poorly?
Sabre took the writings and made Jelenis stand there as he inspected each row.
"Your penmanship is poor." He said after a while.
"But it is enough for you to be spared a punishment, it will need to improve Jelenis or next time you will find yourself across the desk and your backside receiving six strokes of the cane." He said quite seriously, enjoying it as the colour drained from the lad's face.
"You are a Prince, it is expected that you can at least read and write your own language!"
Time for Gen'Pi to go to work.
"You may go riding now...be back promptly for lunch and then we will see your mother, Abigor is expecting you this afternoon."
Jelenis left his father after giving a small bow and promising he would try much harder. He found his riding boots where he left them and ran helter skelter to the stables, his heart pounding.
"Gen'Pi.....Gen'Pi......I am here!" He called sweetly.
"Can you saddle Darkmane....we can go riding if you please."
Gen'pi tried on the new clothes left for him and in the small looking glass he tried to see how he looked. If he could see what he looked like properly he would be pleased. He had pulled his hair back and the hat fit perfectly over his horns. He looked like a gentlemen and not a stable boy. The soft velour coat hugged his waist and curved upward to accent his well-built shoulders. His green eyes shone brightly with the burgundy and black. He looked very handsome.
He took them off so he could do his morning duties and not get them dirty. He quickly did his chores and even bathed before the Prince would arrive. He redressed carefully and combed his hair pulling it back. He went to his bed and pulled out something he has held onto for years. It isn't anything worth value but he always loved it and held it dear to him. He put it in his packet, he had decided to give it to Jelenis. He knew it was nothing really but it was all he had and he began to get excited thinking he would see him soon...as it turned out he didn't need to wait very long as he heard the melodies voice of his Prince calling.
"In here...or I mean over here. Give me a moment and I will be right there." He called to Jelenis as he nervously smoothed his coat out. He took a deep breath and laughed at himself. He was so nervous and excited to see him. Those silvery eyes...
"Jelenis." He said softly. "Both horses are ready. I went ahead so we didn't waste any time. I want to show you something. A place I found where the water still flows but the cold has made the most beautiful ice sclupters." He wanted to go to him and kiss him hello. His lips looked sweet. He was very handsome, no he was very beautiful. Just so perfect. His breathing increased. "Let's go as I'd like to give you something too but would rather not here in case we are seen." He took Jelenis' hand and squeezed it softly as he brought his other hand towards his face where he let it slide down in a soft caress. His lips came forward but he only kissed the top of Jelenis' forehead before pulling away slowly. But he still held his hand as he gently guided him to his horse.
He let the Prince mount his horse as he did his. Gen'pi guded them out and down the path. He couldn't wait to show Jelenis the spot and give him the shiny gem. It was attached to a cord and the gem was as green as Gen'pi's eyes. "It is a fine day isn't Prince?" He says as they get further and further from the Fortess.
"It is just over there, go to the right. Then dismount and close your eyes and I shall give you my surprise. But I warn you it isn't like anything your father gives you but I hope will remind you of our friendship."
He led them to a spot that was surrounded by pine trees and high mounds of snow. The river rans swiftly which was why it wasn't frozen solid, yet parts of it where which made the spot quite beautiful. It was secluded yet open. Almost like a little kingdom for them to share some time.
Jelenis went to where Gen'Pi had directed and dismounted, it was very pretty indeed. He closed his eyes, his lips parted slightly, small puffs of breath coming forth. He felt very excited, he could not understand why....why did his heart race? Why did his loins feel oddly tight?
"Gen'Pi?" He called sweetly.
"Where are you?" Inside what he was wanted was to be kissed again....he so wanted it.
He watched him for a moment. Jelenis was beautiful. His sweet voice broke him out of his reeve. When he answered he was upon the Prince. "I am right here."
Gen'pi had wanted to give him the small token first but he couldn't resist. With his lips slightly parted and his breathing seemingly a bit elevated he kissed him softly. Gen'pi' lips touched Jelenis' softly. His arms came around him and he pressed his hardened body to him. It was soft. His tongue exploring the sweetness. He moaned and broke the kiss but not his embrace.
With his heart hammering in his chest he spoke and his voice was hsky. "Jelenis. You are so beautiful and I know I am only a stable hand but I think I am falling for you. I want to know everything there is. What you like to eat. What you dislike. I want to tell you all about myself as well." He released Jelenis and went through his pocket and pulled out the trinket. "I want you to have this so you can remember me and this moment. No matter where we go we will always be connect with it." "He pressed it into Jelenis hand. It was a simple jade green gem on a cord. When he pressed it into Jelenis' hand he squeezed softly and leaned back in to kiss him again. A soft one just his lips as he pulled back he let his teeth softly caress Jelenis' sweet lips.
"I feel I could kiss you all day and never get tired of it." He blessed. "I want to do more to and show you ways we can express ourselves but I won't push you. Something tells me you have not done this before?" Gen'pi knew what he was told but he wanted to really know if it was true. His heart beat so fast. HE wanted to confess he loved him but was afraid it would scare the Prince.
Jelenis looked down at the gem and he gave Gen'Pi an exquisite smile.
"Oh Gen'Pi no-one has ever given me anything so pretty." He gasped.
He pressed against the stable lad and closed his eyes, melting into another kiss....Gen'Pi had taught him what to do so he knew how now. He felt tingly and tight as he kissed Gen'Pi.
He broke away and looked a little breathless.
"What do you mean more?" He whispered, curiosity getting the better of him.
"It's true I have not, you must think me a stupid virgin." He said casting his dark lashes down.
It was the truth, he had never done anything even remotely like what he had done with the stable hand. He had no idea of what Gen'Pi meant about other ways. He chewed his lip anxiously, hoping that Gen did not change his mind about wanting to be his friend and not kiss him any more.
Gen'pi smiled at his reposne. "I am glad you like Jelenis. Well I am even happier now that I gave it to you. I want you to know how much I am coming to care for your...um...friendship." This time the Prince leaned in and kissed him back it was sweet and it made him ache severely. But he was told to woo the Prince. So he would. It wasn't unpleasant for he wanted too. He never wanted anything or anyone more than he did Jelenis.
"No, no...I like that you are. It will make our time special. One you will always remember when you move on and take your place at the throne one day. Maybe you will think back on me and smile."
He held him in his arms and his hands moved to the Princes waist. He opened his coat and moved inside. He guided his lower half towards himself and just kissed his lips, his cheeks, moving to his neck and then nibbling Jenelis' earlobe, whispering. "More Jelenis...I will give you so much more pleasure than these kisses." He continued his breathing ragged. "Do you feel pressure in your lower body and your stomach gets a funny feeling? I think yours does. Because I know mine does." He brought his hand around to find Jelenis and all the while continued to softly kiss his neck and ear. "I want to kiss you all over your body."
The stable boy held his control but guided the Princes hand to the part of his body that ached for him. But he removed his own...Gen'pi truly didn't want to push Jelenis. He wanted to Prince to care for him as much as he did. He knew when they did make love it would be that way for him. Love. Jelenis was stealing his heart.
Jelenis gasped as that hand touched him and as his hand was moved too....he backed away embarrassed, his cheeks flushed, not quite knowing what to do or say.
"Gen'Pi....I...I...." He remembered his mother's words and he cast his eyes downwards.
His stomach did feel funny and there was that tightness in his breeches now and he didn't know what to do or what to say. He wanted to be touched again but he was just too painfully shy and if his father ever found out he'd punish him so badly....it as bad enough Abigor knew.
He backed up slightly towards Darkmane.
"We should get back....I don't want to be late."
Gen'pi sighed softly. His eyes looked away embarrassed.
"You are right of course." His voice was softer, he was nervous that he pushed too far.
As he watched Jelenis go to mount Darkmane he quickly pulled Jelenis back into his embrace and used the horse for balance. He kissed him again with deep passion. He pulled back and smiled as he let go. "I am sorry Jelenis, I couldn't let you go without one more. Please know I won't ever force you. If you tell me to stop and you don't want my touch or kisses I will but you'll have to tell me."
He gave another smile and walked to his horse and mounted him. He waited for Jelenis before starting back to the Fortress.
Abigor watched as Jelenis run across the courtyard. I made him smile that he was so eager. Gen'pi would woo the boy with a mixture of tenderness and a bit of edginess. He would be tender and ease Jelenis into his sin of lust. He was a little concerned about the intensity of Gen'pi's feelings but his control over the stable hand was strong and he could hear all the lad said and Abigor reminded him of that. He had not known about the trinket but had to concede it was perfect. The Prince would probably treasure it.
He went to the library to speak with Sabre. He knocked and waited for a moment before entering. "M'Lord, seems things are..." He looked over at Sabre at that moment and his words failed to come out. he was struck by the Kings sheer power and beauty.
Abigor's eyes glowed but he tried not to think about those things. "Gen'pi is proceeding with the plan. I will see to his sword skills and his subsequent whipping today. Would you like to watch." He let his emotions get to him yesterday but truthfully he felt like Gen'pi lusting for Jelenis.
Sabre looked up from the book he was perusing and nodded.
"It is good to hear 'Gor." He said quietly.
"Proceed as you see fit, I trust you will do whatever you need but I will not watch today, but I want him not to be able to sit comfortably tonight. His sweet rump must be well punished."
He knew what Abigor was thinking, probably how he would like to well whip his King and part of him agreed and one day he would. He had promised not to taunt Abigor today but he could not help bleeding out his thoughts of his own punishment by Zenethor as a young man.
He flushed a little pink and picked up his book again.
They arrived back at the stables and Jelenis dismounted and led Darkmane within the stable building. The stirrups had been at work on the ride back and he felt stupid and childish for his behaviour at the spot Gen'Pi had taken him too. He waited until the stable hand had put the horses away and spoke to him.
"Gen'Pi I am sorry for my behaviour, you must think me so unskilled and stupid." He whispered, his earnest silver grey eyes meeting the green ones of the stable boy. What he was dying for inside was to be touched and kissed again by Gen'Pis skilful mouth and hands.
"Please....if I haven't made you angry would you touch me again...please....and kiss me...I beg you." He whimpered softly.
Abigor inhaled sharply as he saw it. Zenethor whipping the then young Prince and Sabre's eyes at the time. He chuckled to lighten to mood. "Sabre." He called him by his name something he did not do often. "I think you provoked the old man just so you could feel the lash across your bare skin." He shook his head in an amused manner.
After letting his amusement settle he tucked away the images for later. "Your Queen has been seen to by the nursemaids. They will be at her side at all times now. Nothing will befall your child." He eyes narrowed and it was as if he was going to say more but hesitated.
Instead he turned the topic to their Young Prince. "I shall go and prepare for Jelenis' return. And your wish of his punishment will be seen too." Abigor looked at Sabre. His eyes carried great desire. He kept it under control for the most part this morning but it was there. He couldn't hid where his thoughts went. He could shield the fact that even now just sitting and talking made him want to reach out and kiss him...take his pleasure of him...and give him pleasure in return. The season still emanated from him and Abigor was caught in its storm.
Geb'pi dismounted and led his horse to the warmth of the stable barn. He then took Darkmane and put the pretty stallion away. When he did he heard Jelenis' sweet voice.
He rushed back over to him and his words had his heart beating wildly. "Oh Jelenis' I could never think you stupid or ever be angry." His hair brushed that stray piece of hair from his eyes and then caressed his beautiful face. "I care too deeply for you. It is just new...and...and...and" He hesitated but then blurted out quickly. "I am aching to touch you again."
He passionately took hold of the Prince. He moaned softly into the kiss as his hands worked their way to the spot he was so eager for. Gen'pi was soft though with his hands but his tongue was beginning to take on a more powerful thrust as his teeth nibbled on Jelenis' lips." His heart pounded in his chest. He ached from pent up desire but he held back.
He broke the kiss but not his tender touch. He trailed smaller kisses to his ear and whispers. "Jelenis will you try to see me tonight? I want to do this again. No more...just this...but maybe you could try to touch me too?" He pulled back reluctantly. He ached to feel Jelenis' innocent touch in return. He didn't know if the Prince could get out but it was worth the risk.
Jelenis moaned as Gen'Pi kissed him and then came the touch and the young man's moan became deeper. He broke from the kiss and his silvery eyes were deeply confused at the pleasure he felt.
"I am meant to dine with a friend of Father's and Abigor's tonight.....I will try." He said breathily.
He knew he should get ready for lunch and he allowed one more deep kiss and broke away.
"I have to go.....I have swordsmanship with Abigor this afternoon, I will try to get back before dinner." He whispered.
Sabre sat in the Dining Room, he was early and he knew just where Jelenis was and what he was doing and a small smile played about his lips. He had asked Abigor to join them for lunch and he relayed to his General what the boys were doing though he was sure Abigor was more aware of it than he.
Such naughty boys.
He would take Jelenis to see Flori after lunch then he would belong to Abigor for the rest of the afternoon and he hoped his 'Gor would see the punishment through it was not as if Jelenis didn't have it coming after all.
Gen'pi nodded. "Yes I heard from Des that Mistress Viola was coming here. She wasn't in the tenth right now in fact she was here, but she fly's, no mist like Master Abigor or King Sabre. She is a little mean Jelenis so don't take everything she says to heart." What he wants to do is kiss the Prince again, and again, and again... But he reframes. Instead he removes his coat and unbuttons his shirt. Untucking it as well. Gen'pi reaches up for the top of the door frame and leans into it. This causes his tones abdomen to tighten. He is flirting with the Price...letting him see his body yet not touching him. He stayed that way for only a few moments. Then Gen'pi bit his lip and then with a huge smile and shining eyes he pointed to the door. He tapped Jelenis' butt playfully and laughingly said, "Now go. We know how Master Abigor can be."
"I cannot wait for later Jelenis." His eyes shone with passion for his Prince.
Jelenis made it to the Dining Room with a few minutes to spare, and took his seat next to his father as the maids bought out bread and cheese and meat. There were also a large bowl of Blackberries and thick cream.
Sabre smiled at his son.
"So how was your ride today....did it prove exhilarating?" He said smoothly as he reached for some bread.
Jelenis looked directly at his father, he would not make that mistake again after this morning.
"Yes Father...very....I did not know how much I would look forward to my ride each day." He said, his eyes bright.
Sabre merely nodded and looked towards the door as Abigor joined them.
"I hope you find your swordsmanship lesson equally so Prince Jelenis...Abigor is an exacting teacher." He said softly.
Abigor chuckled and shook his head. He was in a grand mood. The seduction of the boy was playing out perfectly and in just a while he could administer a good whipping to the sweet behind. Though he was fond of Gen'pi he was not of Jelenis. He liked a more assertive persona and Jelenis just did not have it in him...right now. Even his succubus' were more assertive than Jelenis he mused.
He entered the dining room as Sabre was speaking with the young man. He noted the way he held his head. But it would take much more to impress Abigor.
"Ahhh, M'Lord. Thank you for the lovely invitation to dine with you both." He took the seat next to Jelenis and patted the boys arm. "I see the ride did you well Prince. You have so much color and you are sitting up. Very good." He spotted the blackberries and smiled. Abigor reached for the treat. "Blackberries my favorite. Thank you M'Lord." He dished some out for himself and all the while kept a close eye on Jelenis.
Silently he spoke with Sabre. "I must say their romance is progressing nicely. I am keeping a close watch on Gen'pi. Not that he would do anything but it doesn't hurt to remind him I am watching. Gen'pi is a little more attached to Jelenis then I care for but it isn't serious. But I will monitor him. I especially liked the touch of asking Jelenis to try to see him tonight for another session of petting. Two sins...sneaking and lust."
He was in such good spirits he even partook in some cheeses.
Sabre watched as Abigor's mood lifted and he smiled briefly.
"I have decided you can go and see your mother later after your lesson with Abigor....she is resting right now and I do not want her disturbed." He said quietly.
"Master Abigor when you have had your fill at the table, please spend the afternoon instructing Jelenis."
He watched as the boy looked a little downcast at the news.
"You do not want to wake your mother and cause her or the baby distress do you boy?" He said sharply.
Jelenis looked up and shook his head.
"No Father...I will spend the whole afternoon with Master Abigor and let Momma rest." He said quietly.
Sabre smiled and laid a hand on the boy's arm.
"Good...and then you can prepare for dinner with Abigor, Viola and Myself." He purred.
He intended to make it difficult for Jelenis to sneak out, it would only stoke his desire further.
He pushed away his food and nodded to Abigor once he had seen Jelenis finish.
"Master Abigor....the Prince is yours for the afternoon."
Flori had slept through the entire enchantment. When she won't the ladies were back in their human form and Lui was reading by the window as Ana sat by the bed. When her eyes opening they smiled at her. "How do you feel Queen?" Ana spoke to her softly.
"I-I- I'm well, thank you." She immediately caressed her stomach. She pondered if she felt different but couldn't really say. "Is it time for my visit? When will I see Sabre and Jelenis?"
"Not yet you have time to freshen up and Lui will help you."
Flori wanted to refuse but found herself instead nodding in agreement. Would they be with her even at night? When she and Sabre were alone? Would he still sleep with her? She began to get upset. She was unsure of what was going to happen now. As Lui came to assist her she smiled still. "Queen, you seem t be breathing heavy does something distress you?"
Flori wanted to scream yes but instead she murmured a demure no and shook her head to that assertion. She felt like a prisoner. Felt like she had no freedom again. Ana tided the bed. As she did she hummed a tune. Flori followed Lui and just refreshed herself. She was helped into a sweet looking gown made for women in her delicate condition. She said nothing just accepted it. She knew she was thinking this all wrong. Sabre would never hold her prisoner he knew what she had been and how much her freedom meant to her. They had performed the binding ceremony...he withstood a new Rune. They loved each other. He told her so.
Then why did that story of his own mother's demise keep entering her thoughts? Why couldn't she stop from wondering if she was just a vessel in which to carry his seed to fruition and then she no longer be needed? She fought back tears. Held her head high. No matter what she would not have that happen to her? She was stronger than that. Saber loved her. He loved her...He loved her. She repeated over and over again.
A light soup and some fragment bread was brought to her. Some fruit and her favorite tea. She ate in silence, just waiting for the time they would come visit her. She asked to be allowed to sit by the window and for it to be opened. She let the cold air dry her tears before the fell to her cheeks.
They ladies let her be. The older one she knew what Flori was thinking but would not calm her nerves. For Ana had no idea what the King would want done with her once the child was born. If it was a strong child maybe he would discard her. Maybe not. She had seen both happen. But one never knew what would happen during child birth.
When Abigor led the Prince away for his lessons, Sabre was sure Jelenis was in for quite an afternoon, Abigor would work him relentlessly and then indulge himself. He rose from the table as the maids come to clear up.
"Have the blackberries sent to Lord Abigor's room, courtesy of his king." He said to Mie.
He trod the staircase upwards, he would go and see Flori, perhaps take her for a little walk and whisper sweetly to her, he could sense her distress. If she felt up to it he would ask her if she wanted to join them for dinner. He opened the door to find Ana and Lui and he bowed courteously, both had nursed him until he was big enough to look after himself.
"Ana...Lui...it is good to see you both." He said softly, both the women adored him as they would their own child, but had been strict when needed to.
He turned to Flori who sat by the window.
"Darling....why don't we take a little walk and put some colour in your cheeks, I thought you might like to see something. Jelenis is with Abigor as there is much work to be done, he will be up before dinner to see you."
He had seen the tangled garden to the rear of the Fortress and with magick had tamed the wilderness and forced the roses to bloom with their heady scent and for the small fountains to flow, just for Flori.
He leaned in and kissed her deeply.
"Come Darling Flori Flower.....come and see what I have done for you."
Jelenis stood in the gallery with Abigor and he felt nervous at being alone with the General after he had his parents with him to give him courage yesterday. He went to the rack and picked up the sword he had used yesterday and turned to wait for the man's instructions.
He had to admit he did not like the way Abigor looked at him so he tried to turn his mind to better and sweeter things like what he had been doing with Gen'Pi. It had felt so very naughty to do what he had been doing, to allow the stable hand to touch him through his breeches in the manner he had. He flushed at the thought of it and chewed his lip, almost feeling the sensation again.
He almost shuddered in delight at the thought and that it might happen again later.
Flori was so happy to see Sabre. "I would love to go for a walk. Let me put my shoes on one moment." She went the dressing closet waving Lui off respectfully and once inside she looked at her dress and quickly changed. It was pretty a soft green of thick wool. It was of a more demure cut but she felt prettier in it than the one she had on. She found the matching slippers that Sabre had given her and opened the door. "Sorry I just didn't feel comfortable."
She said and looked apologetic at the two ladies. Ana just smiled and winked at Sabre. "Most understandable love. One would always want to feel their best in front of their King...and husband."
Flori sighed gratefully. The last thing she wanted was to upset the two female demons they seemed like they would be with her throughout her pregnancy.
She smiled at Sabre already feeling better just being with him. And also to know Abigor would not be near. "You look so scholarly Sabre. Did Jelenis' lesson go well?" At the mention of Jelenis the two female demons hissed with displeasure. They had no kindness to spare for the disgrace of a demon. They would never show it while he was there as Abigor had explained things but with their King and Queen they could openly express how they felt.
Flori looked over at them and back at Sabre and made a funny face as if to say oh my. "Let us go?" She said softly and took his arm so he could guide her to the location he wanted to show her.
They walked through a large wooden door and out into a long stone hallway before Sabre answered her.
"Our son's penmanship is poor, he did not know the language or alphabet of his own people." He said softly.
"I got him to copy out the alphabet fifteen times to my satisfaction before he could go horse riding."
He drew out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door at the end, a rush of cool air would assault them but the door opened on to a beautiful garden. Roses were in bloom as white as the snow and ice, there were also ones as black as midnight with a deep heady scent. There were small fountains whose water tinkled and fell into glass bowls....it was like something from a dream.
"I thought you might like it....you could spend a little time outside each day." He mused softly stepping back to see her reaction.
Abigor said nothing as he walked with the Prince to the gallery. Upon arriving he watched him take the sword he used yesterday. The General gazed at him with a casual smile. He loved the thoughts his young student was having. Sabre was right such a naughty boy. His corruption was sweet to witness. Almost as sweet as it would be to whip the lad.
He cleared his throat and in a stern voice he addressed the Prince. "My Dark Prince, mine is a lifelong dedication to training with the sword on many different styles. But as you are new to all I will show you a style I think will be best for your slight frame is called Kenjutsu. Memorize that name, there is a book in the library for you on its history. You will know it front to back when I am through with it."
He walked to the weapons rack and pulled a beautiful sword. He held it so the Prince could see it. "This is a Katana. If you do well and I approve I shall give you this. It has been mine for more years than I can remember, but if you please me rewards will surely come. If you do not well...." He trailed off in a sarcastic tone.
"Now we start out with you facing me just as we are right now. Before the training begins in earnest, we transfer the sword from the left hand to the right, this symbolizes our intention is one of peace and learning, as we cannot attack while holding the sword in the right hand, then before bowing to each other we attach the sword to our belt, as so." He demonstrated the procedure.
"Prince, please show me what I just demonstrated." Abigor backed up and folded his one arm across his chest and his other lifted the cup his chin as his gaze hardened.
Jelenis tried to do as he was asked and to follow Abigor's movement and he managed to drop the sword quite clumsily. He bit his lip and picked the blade up again and looked worriedly to his teacher.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
He tried it again and nearly had it when the blade slipped from his grasp as he tried to fasten it to his belt. He leaned down to pick it up again.
"Perhaps I am not suited to the sword...to this Kenja..Kenji...Abigor." He said quietly, forgetting the name and himself and looking downwards feeling ill at ease.
The Queen listened. They called her that, the two demons. She was beginning to feel better with each step. And Sabre was just as sweet to her as he always had been. She felt a little foolish for her feelings before.
"I am glad he has you to teach him." It would do the lad well to understand his people's language. To think he really was a Prince, how could he ever serve his ring in the state he was in? Sabre was doing them a favor really. She reasoned.
She watched him unlock the door and then a rush of cold hit her but the beauty that waited for her inside took over all of her senses. She forgot the clod rush. Sabre outdid himself. It was truly a magical garden.
Her eyes misted with tears of joy. Her smile shone of true happiness. At first she walked slowly touching them as if it were a dream. But as she touched each petal she realized it wasn't and this garden had been made for her.
"Sabre...it is wonderful. I would love to spend time here. I love you." She rushed to him and hugged his softly. Her happiness overflowing.
He gave her his handsome and most charming grin.
"I am glad you like it darling...it is a little cold so you will need to wrap up well but I think spending some time out here each day will put some colour in your cheeks."
He led her to a stone bench but there was a warm brazier lit near to it making the stone a little warmer to sit on.
"Which leads you to my next question...are you up to dining tonight, we have a guest, one of my most trusted is coming to join us. She was a loyal commander to my father and so to me...her name is Viola."
He smiled.
There will be myself and Jelenis, Abigor and Viola and you of course if you are up to it."
He kissed her mouth before she could answer, a deep passionate kiss, his hand sliding to her belly.
"You are going to be a mother Flori Flower.....we are going to have a son or daughter....what do you think to Floria if it is a girl?" He mused.
"Or Saberion for a boy?"
Abigor knew it wouldn't be easy. He knew the Prince would probably fail at doing it. He snarled as the boy stuttered his name and not even able to properly pronounce the swords name.
"IT IS A KATANA!" He shouted at Jelenis. "Can you not even pronoun the simple name of the weapon you wield?" Hmmm?" In bounding steps he crossed the distance between them and stationed himself behind the Prince. He aggressively took hold of Jelenis and in a not so gentle grip forced the boy to follow his manual control of his limbs.
He hisses in Jelenis' ear..."Detailed basic sword techniques, etiquette, and tradition...what did those two teach you? How to sew a dress? Are you a girl Jelenis or a man?" He ruthlessly pushed the boy away and stood to the training dummies.
"Sooooo...Prince...." His voice was mocking..."One more time. SHOW ME! NOW!" His eyes began to glow as did some of his Runes. They came alive with the anticipation of causing Jelenis discomfort. He was trying to break the young man...he wanted to see tears in his eyes. Once he brought him to that he would give him even more reason to cry!
Jelenis was scared, and Abigor hurt him when he gripped him so hard.
He tried to wield the blade as Abigor had done but he was useless at it he felt the grip of the sword slip from his hands again and it clattered to the floor, he looked to Abigor with tear filled eyes.
"I cannot do it!" He sobbed.
"Bel never showed me about swords....he said my father was looking at ways of peace....why would he want me to learn this! You are mean to me....you hurt me!"
He took a scared step back, after all he had answered Abigor back and apparently he did not look the sort to brook such behaviour.
"I would love to sit out here for a little bit each day. To breath in the fragrant scent of these lush flowers. I still cannot believe how beautiful it all is." She followed him to the stone bench and smiled in surprise that it was actual not bitter cold.
She took several deep breaths of the air. She enjoyed her time with him in the garden he had created for her.
"I think, I..." She hesitated a few minutes thinking it over. Abigor. Something made her fear him. She couldn't put her finger on it. She was sure he hated her. Yet he brought the two nursemaids here to assist her. She just felt so off balance when he was near. She sighed knowing she kept silent too long, "I would be honored to join you all. And I look forward to meeting one you trust."
As she leaned in he met her and his kiss was just as passionate as ever, yet with a hint of tenderness now too. His hand on her stomach made her smile. They kiss ended and she felt loved and comforted. "I think those are perfect names. I hope the baby get their fathers beautiful hair." She held his hand to her mouth and kissed each one of his fingertips. Her loyalty to him now fully set with the baby.
As they enjoyed the garden and she told him of her thoughts as to things she would like to teach it, sign to it, and play with it. She had all happy thoughts.
Then there was Jelenis, so she asked; "Sabre, if he responds to the training and such, Jelenis. Will he become one of your loyal soldiers too?" Her question was one of only curiosity. Gone was his charm over her. She was fully Sabre's again.
Sabre smiled sweetly to her.
"Of course he will Flori Flower....but I feel his training will be very long...he is near useless at the moment, but I am sure Abigor will get him into shape, he is an excellent swordsman, and I will teach him of our ways."
He helped her rise from the bench.
"Best get back in the warm darling...and you can have a nice bath later and sort out something to wear for dinner, I want Viola to meet my queen."
He led her back inside, turning to lock the door and he walked with her back to her room.
"Have a little rest for now....I have matters to attend in my study and I will collect you just before dinner." He said ending the sentence with a kiss.
Abigor growled back at the Prince. Instead of bellowing out he lowered his voice, it was very menacing. "How dear you speak back to your Master." He narrowed his eyes, put his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly walked toward the sacred youth. "You think that peace means you need not protect yourself? Are you so foolish? I now know that Bel and Tray are. They will be severely punished."
His blood was heated as his voice grew colder with each word. "As will you be now for your wicked behavior." He pulled his sword and placed the tip on the floor. "Pick up your weapon and return it to its proper place."
He turned and walked over to the rack. Once there he turned back to see what Jelenis would do when he now told him what would happen. "After the weapon is securely in place remove your breeches and place your hands on the bar. Maybe after you receive my lashings you will hold your weapon properly or suffer even more." He never raised his voice...it was cold, hard...his Runes glowed, his nostrils flared his aroura was all demon. Eyes ablaze. "Don't disobey me Prince."
"Mmm, yes let's." She was getting a little chilly. She let Sabre lead her back to her bedroom. "Yes Sabre, thank you for the walk. I needed it and the time with you. But, you seem to always know what I need. Thank you." His kiss was perfect, just what she needed.
With that both Ana and Lui welcomed her back. She allowed them to fuss now that she knew this would not be a prison but her comfort room.
Ana smiled, "Did you enjoy your walk my Queen? And may I get you anything?"
"I did Ana, I did. He brought me to the most beautiful garden and we sat and talked. Oh, yes please some tea." She then began to tell the demons of the garden and the names they picked. She was talking nonstop and both of them smiled. Their King had picked the perfect elf to carry the next King or Queen. The tea arrived and Flori changed into her fluffy robe she sat by the window in a big comfortable chair. She continued to talk as she sipped the tea.
She slowly drifted to sleep by natural causes nothing was aiding it, a demon child grew inside her and that took a lot out of a mortal. They cleaned up the tea and Lui picked her up effortlessly and placed her in that beautiful gold comfy bed.
Jelenis stared back at the imposing figure and he was actually trembling now, he turned and placed the sword back in the rack. He turned back to Abigor and tears were falling down his cheeks. Slowly he lowered his breeches and he leaned over to place his hands on the bar.
"Please don't whip me!" He sobbed.
"I'll try harder, I Promise Sir.....I will!"
He knew if he defied Abigor further it would go badly for him.
Abigor laughed at his plea. Such a phatic excuse for one who was to be a King! "You cannot even take your punishment like a man, hmmm? Instead you beg me not too? Your father and I took ours, now it is your turn. And for your own good I suggest not another whimper out of you!" He trailed the cold blade across the lads bum.
"Maybe next time you will remember your place in this room."
With that last comment he brought the flat of the blade over the boy's rear. He repeated it several times each strike more forceful then the last.
He whipped his bum, and the back of his thighs. They were red and welted. Before he was done. Though with a blade he only used the flat of the metal and never sliced with it. The welts were perfectly lined from the top of his bum to just above his knees.
When he was finished he placed the sword in its proper place he leaned over and without actually touching Jelenis he whispered. "Poor, poor little Prince. Maybe your lover will tend your wounds...hmmm?" He teased the Prince...reminded him that he knew of their kiss...he had not forgotten. He stood and left the room without another word.
Jelenis fell to the floor once the demon had left and sobbed, it had hurt so much. Finally he reached for his breeches and pulled them on with a soft whimper. He walked painfully and stiffly to the door and out across the courtyard. He stepped inside the stables and went to an empty stall and curled up in a corner and sobbed. Darkmane shuffled and whickered in the next stall as he heard his young master crying.
Abigor had hurt him so much and he knew the demon would have no qualms in doing it again either..
Gen'pi had been out in the corral so he never heard Jelenis enter the barn. He walked one of the larger horses back in and was securing it when he heard both sobbing and Darkmane fussing. He walked over to the horse and went to pet his neck as he softly spoke to him. "There, there Darkmane what is the...." Anything else he said was cut short when he saw Jelenis huddled on the stable floor.
"Jelenis?" His voice was stressed. He quickly left Darkmane and came to Jelenis. Dropping to his knees he feared the worse. One of the Masters had been displeased by something. "Jelenis? Please talk to me." He wasn't sure where they had whipped him but he surmised...so he very gently touched his shoulder. "My sweet, sweet Prince what happened, please tell me. Let me help you?"
He was worried one of them maybe whipped the Prince too harshly. His heart beat rapidly in his chest he was consumed with worry. As he touched Jelenis' shoulder his hands shook with fear.
Jelenis almost fell into Gen'Pis arm sobbing, he was inconsolable as he cried against his shoulders.
"I displeased Abigor." He snuffled.
"I was bad at swordsmanship and I answered him back, he made me lower my breeches and he whipped me with the flat of his sword. It hurts so much!"
His silvery eyes shimmered with his tears and his cheeks were stained with them, he huddled into the Stable Hand. Earlier things had been so good and felt so nice, he knew he could not tell his mother about this as his father would be displeased that he might distress her.
"My thighs and rear hurt Gen'Pi." He whimpered in great pain.
Gen'pi held him right back. He rubbed his back and kissed the top of his head as his other hand wiped his face gently. "Oh Jelenis, no...Master Abigor is so very hard to please. I would have taken it for you."
It pained Gen'pi that Master Abigor had been so brutal. He needn't be really. Jelenis was a gentle. No swordsmen! He rocked the Prince in his arms softly. He murmured all sorts of gentle things for a little bit. "Jelenis, I know it hurts but come to my bed and lay down. I will get some ice from outside, that will numb it and cool the burning. Trust me." He was no stranger to whippings but he never thought he experienced what poor sweet Jelenis had today. "Do you think you can try? I won't watch but maybe while I get the ice remove your breeches and cover yourself with the sheet this way they won't be wet when you go back."
It hurt his heart that this was happening. He wished he was strong enough to express his anger to Master Abigor. He knew just having these thoughts alone would be reason for him to be punished as well but he didn't care. He loved Jelenis so.
Abigor was pleased with the lads whipping. He went to find the King he instinctively knew Sabre was in the study.
It was fair to say the whipping of Jelenis excited him. It stirred many fantasies alive. The very ones he was trying to keep under control. Every lash he gave the Prince in his mind he had been giving to Sabre. The sweet sound of the metal hitting flesh made him shiver with anticipation.
He sensed the Prince leaving he didn't need to sense where he was headed Abigor already knew. Knocking on the study room door before he entered as was customary. Once he entered he wanted to cross over and come closer yet he didn't. Instead standing by the door.
"M'Lord, it will please you to know your wishes were met." He smiled coyly at Sabre and chuckled. Yet a moment later he stopped.
The General could feel Gen'pi's anger. "And it seems my stable hand is a bit perturbed with my treatment of his love. I shall need to remind him later of his place."
Viola approached the Fortress. She could feel souls she did not know. This concerned her...yet the watchmen were not alarmed. Landing in the courtyard she looked around to assess her surroundings. Slowly she walked up the steps to the entrance way and the door opened Des greeted her, followed quickly by Mei.
"Ladies, where is my General? My King?" She addressed the two succubus'. Her voice oddly silky. Her hand caressed Mei beautiful radiant red hair.
"They are in the study M'Lady. Let me take you there." The lower demon said her mistress.
"No...please not yet. Des, let them both know I have arrived but I need a few hours to rest. Show me to my bed chamber Mei and draw my bath. I want to look my best for Our King."
Des nodded but neither succubus felt comfortable telling the volatile commander all that had been going on. She hurried off for the study.
Mei brought Viola upstairs. Where the demon felt the presence of Ana and Lui. What in all the Underworld were they doing here. She looked at Mei who said nothing, just lowered her eyes and rushed to the door that would be Viola's bed chamber. "Here we are Mistress. I'll get your bath ready."
Someone else was in that room with the demon nursemaids. No...no...more than one...at least two mortals? No..not right...damn! What was going on here! She was tried and before losing her temper she decided to let it go for now. Once she rested and bathed she would sit with her Lords.
Jelenis whimpered but he did as Gen'Pi bid and painfully made his way to his bed while the stable hand went to fetch the ice. He removed his breeches and laid face down, not bothering with the sheet, anything touching the wounds hurt.
He was still weeping when Gen'Pi returned.
"My father will be furious!" He sobbed fresh tears emerging.
"Master Abigor will tell him I did poorly!"
Sabre looked up, his black eyes meeting Abigor's, he could feel the General's pleasure and he could feel Jelenis' pain.
"Was it good 'Gor?" He asked softly.
"Did it stir up old memories?" He knew it had, he felt it, actually felt each blow, he still was partly tied to Jelenis through their bond and partially to Abigor through the season.
He wanted to go to the General, press himself to him and be kissed, but he controlled himself, much as Abigor did.
"The Queen is mine again.....we will have no more trouble." He said huskily.
He nodded again. "Yes, I did."
Abigor stared into Sabre's dark eyes. It was but just a moment.
"That is very good news. You know I do believe she will produce you a fine heir. For all her faults she responds to you. It is also very important we have a true heir as well. It is well that...."
As he was speaking there was a slight knock on the door. "It is I Des your graces." After introducing herself she waited a moment then opened the door. "Excuse me sirs, Viola has arrived. Mei brought her to the bed chamber she wanted rest before meeting up with you." The sucubus curtsied And left closing the door behind her.
"This is promising. I should intercept her rest. I do not want her to stumble upon the Queen." He went to leave but his hand stayed on the door knob. He ached to go to him, feel his lean body, taste his lip. Tomorrow...there was tomorrow. He growled softly. It was too risky right now. Too much at stake. His voice was low when he called out..."Soon, soon I will get more than just a teasing taste." He opened the door and went to call on Viola.
Gen'pi grabbed a soft leather sham and piled as much snow and ice into it. He hurried over to the bed.
He gasped! "Jelenis, oh I am so very sorry. This might sting at first contact because you are so red and sore." He very carefully laid the sham over Jelenis trying to ease the shock of the ice on his fiery red bum.
Slowly he placed the chucks of ice on thE biggest welts. His bum was so sore they melted swiftly. He reapplied and ran for some more. All the while he lightly tickled the Princes neck and back. Applying more as needed.
"Jelenis...my sweet Prince. I am here for you. I cannot do much to protect you from Master Abigor but I will do all I can later tonight to come in and see you. I will sneak into your room when everyone else is in the study. I will bring more ice and just hold your hand." He leaned down and softly kissed Jelenis' head.
Sabre watched Abigor go and momentarily he felt a little concerned, Viola was here now and she was highly loyal to the General, she had a strong loyalty to the Crown but the bond between her and Abigor was strong, not in a sexual sense...she wanted that with another.
He turned to look out of the window and he could see Gen'Pi running out and fetching buckets of snow, likely to soothe Jelenis' tender backside. He knew Abigor had not spared the boy when he had beaten him. He had whipped him efficiently and thoroughly much as they had been as boys, especially himself when he had not met Zenethor's exacting standards, problem was Sabre knew he had learned quickly...Jelenis would not. He was not a swordsman, likely would never be, once his corruption was done he would be able to see what sort of Demon he would be and what role he would fall too....but it would not be a swordsman.
He turned his mind back to Viola....she would not be happy that there was a Queen, furious that there was a baby. When she found out about Jelenis she would punish the boy worse than Abigor had. She would not look at the intricacies of his corruption, she would likely demand that Jelenis is held down and Gen'Pi mounts him and takes his virginity by force.
He shook his head.....Viola was going to be a problem....one he did not know whether he could control.
There were soft little whimpers from Jelenis as Gen'Pi applied more snow and ice to the reddened area. It felt a little better and Gen'Pi was being so gentle and sweet to him, he closed his eyes and chewed his lip anxiously. Truth be told despite the pain, Gen'Pis gentle hands felt good on him, soothing.
"Will it hurt for long?" He whispered.
"Does it make me look ugly to you?"
Abigor was thankful for the interruption most of the day he had been able to control his desire but after whipping Jelenis his senses were on high alert. With Sabre still in season it was hard for him to control the overwhelming desire he so ached for.
He took the steps two at a time and reached her door swiftly. "Viola..." He knocked and then entered.
Viola smiled when she heard her General voice. "Abigor. I thought I told Des..."
"Stop Viola, she did let us know but I wanted to give you some updates." He strolled over and pet Mei going over to the small sitting area. He gestured for Viola to site while Mei continued to ready the bath.
Viola followed sitting across him giving her full attention. He seemed serious yet casual. ,What is it Abigor, is all well with our King? Did they harm him?" She began to feel that familiar anger towards the Fifth.
Abigor felt her anger build and he placed a calming hand on hers. "Easy Viola...easy. Our King is fine. But you should know before I felt his summons he mated with a mortal whom is now with child. A new heir will be born. I expect you to control yourself and be respect of our Queen." As he spoke his grip on her hand tightened.
"He-he- he mated?" Her breathing increased. "How could he! Whore! A mortal! I will never bow to a mortal!" She hissed through client he teeth as Abigor's powerful dark magic held her in place for if not she would have been in a tear through the Fortess.
"Viola! Do not make me clip your wings. You make one move to harm her and you will never fly again do I make myself clear Viola?" His voice was a low snarl. Just as menacing as when he admonished Jelenis, maybe more so.
Mei felt it and accidentally spilled some of the water on the floor.
Viola felt his power and knew he meant it. She was furious! Never would she bow to a mortal. Never. But Abigor's power was all consuming and she had no choice but to accept her King choose a mortal. Not her! Jealousy raged through her body. "I won't bow but I will do as you bid my General."
He felt everything. "I will send you so far down the chain no one will remember who you were!" he felt her calm down a little after that remark. He knew what clicked with his soldiers. "There is another detail in which I require your full cooperation with..." He went in detail as to Jelenis and their plan to corrupt him. Once again he reined her in.
Abigor knew having Viola here was advantages to their cause but also volatile. Before he left her he cast a little black magic to calm her wrecked nerves. He also cast another so that at all times he could feel her where abouts. He trusted her...yet with Sabre he knew she wanted him as her mate to have been the one whom bared that heir. She had no doubts that he too wanted Sabre but to her it wouldn't have mattered if they mated she was a power hungry demon the crown was a symbol of the power she craved.
He walked to his own room. He needed to commune with his thoughts.
Gen'pi couldn't believe that he felt himself reacting to helping Jelenis. He forced himself to stop but it was no use. The urge to kiss him was so great he ached sweetly.
"I am afraid it will my Prince. For several days. But I will come to you each night and help ease it as best I can." He couldn't help it. Gen'pi leaned in and kissed the back of his head. His hand went lower. The ice melted but his hand remained on his backside just trailing softly along.
"Ugly! Oh Jelenis you could never look ugly to me. Your so beautiful these welts can't take that for you." He took another chunk of ice and trailed it over the Prince's sore backside. "I fear there is something about me I have not shown you and perhaps you will be disgusted by them. I am so nervous to show them to you." He kneeled down next to the bed ice melting from the heat of his wounds.
Gen'pi couldn't help himself he began to trail soft little kisses wherever he trailed the ice. His body quivered but his touch was not demanding or passionate. It was just gentle, soft, loving, caring, and most off tender.
When he pulled up and grabbed another piece of ice he sighed and decided to tell Jelenis about his ugliness. "I am the one who is ugly, I am not like you or Des...or your father. I cannot retract my horns fully and it is why I wear the hat. I am ashamed. I am sure you will be repulsed by them...by me."
Jelenis moaned at the kisses after the trailed ice, how could it feel so good when he hurt so much too. Then Gen'Pi told him of his horns, it did not disgust him to the contrary it sent a thrill through the pit of his belly, he reached out to pull the hat off lightly.
"Oh." He said softly as he saw them.
"It makes you look very handsome." He whispered...."Very manly!"
He arched slightly as Gen'pi applied the ice, now on seeing the horns he was further in a quandary as he felt an odd feeling in his lower half and he flushed at the feel of it.
"I am glad you felt the courage to show me." He said softly.
Somewhere in the distance a gong sounded which meant there was an hour until dinner.
"I have to go and get ready." He said in a soft disappointed moan.
On hearing the gong Sabre rose from the fireside setting down his book and walked to the door of his study, it was time to get ready for what he would be a most awkward dinner. The son of the Tenth Ring's enemy sitting to his left masquerading as his own boy, and Flori, his Queen and pregnant with his heir was going to rub Viola up all sorts of wrong ways. He hoped that Abigor had a tight rein on her, he knew the General would not fail him.
They were keeping their distance from each other after that night in the study but Sabre was under no illusions, Abigor would not wait forever, sooner or later he would take what he considered rightfully his.
Sabre walked slowly up the stairs and towards his own dressing room, he was sure Ana and Lui were waking Flori and decking her out to look every inch a radiant Queen. Tonight he would look every inch King, he would dress in a dark silvery grey to compliment his moonlight hair. He would also take a bath, had time, and needed to maids to draw it, as he opened the door it was waiting for him. He stripped and stepped into the tub scented with some deep spiced aroma, a favoured scent of male demons.
He closed his eyes, as a Prince life had been relatively simple, as a king it was complicated....he was tired of complicated.
Sabre stepped from the tub a short while later and dried himself, he was not one for the fussing of valets or maids. His pulled on his dark metal grey breeches, the shining white shirt of pristine silk, the lighter grey waistcoat threaded with silver and studded with diamonds,the long coat the same colour as the breeches and his long black boots. He combed his hair, leaving it loose and studied himself before a mirror for a moment. Finally he nodded his satisfaction and set off to collect Flori, he did not want her wandering these halls alone with Viola likely in a foul mood.
He knocked lightly at her door, adjusting his cuff.
"Flori...are you ready Flower?" He called.
Abigor heard the gong and prepared himself for diner. He knew Viola was in a foul mood he could feel her inner storm raging and so he wanted to collect her before she ran into anyone. He trusted her but she had a jealous streak, one he knew all too well.
Tonight he donned a fine royal blue long coat with matching pants, an ivory shirt, soft charcoal leather boots. The royal blue contrasted with his deep purple eyes. He left his long raven hair down. Ready he went up to collect Viola.
Viola felt the magic he weaved over her and resented it! He didn't trust her she fumed. Poor Mei had to suffer her wrath. She growled and snapped at the poor succubus, for eve Mei's charm wasn't working. Viola kept mumbling clipped wings and her growl deepened.
"Clip my! Can you even imagine!" She rose from the tub and toweled off all the while expressing her displeasure.
She thought of her normal attire and decided not...forgoing her leather armor she opted for a form fitting red dress, hugging her curves tightly. Her lips matched the deep red color. The edges were trimmed with black lace as were the slippers she wore. Her hair brought up with wispy strands framing her face.
Abigor knocked and Mei opened it for him. His eyes caught sight of Viola and his smile was sultry. "Viola, you out did yourself. You even tucked your wings in." He bowed theatrically. "Come you know his dislike of tardiness."
Viola laughed lightly. "Yes M'Lord let us go."
Flori was woken softly and her bath refreshing. "I didn't think I needed help Ana but now I am very happy you are both here." She squeezed the older nursemaids hand and smiled.
The ladies helped her dress. It was a beautiful one. A light blue with slightly darker accents. Trimmed with dark sapphires. Her hair entwined with little jewels.
She heard Sabre and turned towards the door. "Sabre. You look wonderful my King." She twirled around for him to see dress. This one felt wonderful and was cut just perfectly to make her feel pretty yet be respectful.
Gen'pi sighed and smiled he had been so worried over them and here Jelenis called them manly. It made him feel it...made him flush...Jelenis made him feel better about himself.
He heard the disappointment in Jelenis' voice and it mirrored his own. "Go Jelenis let us not have them another reason to be upset..." He hesitated...even whipped and welded his bum was beautiful. He longed to touch it further. "Jelenis, don't forget I will come see you tonight. I'll hold you in my arms while you fall asleep."
He stood back and for an awkward moment he wasn't sure what to do so he turned around to face the wall. "Do you want me to leave?" He didn't want Jelenis to feel smothered but he also was worried for him too.
Jelenis turned and looked at Gen'Pi in confusion.
"Leave....why would I want that? Why do you say that?"
It was the last thing he wanted, apart from his mother Gen'Pi was the only other person here who was nice to him...in fact more than nice.
"I have to get ready Gen....meet me later!" He whispered kissing the Stable hand's cheek. He awkwardly pulled on his breeches and walked as quickly as his painful body would allow him.
Sabre complimented Flori, she did look truly beautiful in the blue gown. He held out his arm and they walked down to dinner.
"Viola is a soldier darling...she may not be the typical feminine company one might expect." He said gently.
He hoped Abigor had reined her in to be honest, he was not looking overly forward to the meeting, Viola could be difficult and the news that he had mated and made Flori pregnant with his heir would not sit well with her.
They entered the dining room and Des handed Sabre a glass of red wine and a delicate stemmed glass of juice to Flori. They were the first to arrive, there was no sign of Abigor or Viola yet and no sign of Jelenis.
Jelenis knew he did not have long, he reached his room and found clothes laid out for him. He skipped the bath knowing the hot water would undo all the work the ice had done. He pulled off his clothes and changed into the black silk breeches with a matching shirt, a red waistcoat and a long red and black embroidered coat. He pulled on his soft leather boots to complete the ensemble and dragged a comb through his Raven hair.
He reached the dining room with scant time to spare and was overjoyed to see his mother and went to hug her but a warning look from his father made him think again. What he was not looking forward to was seeing Master Abigor who had cruelly whipped his behind and caused him this pain he was in. No doubt he would do it again and Jelenis was not looking forward to his sword lesson tomorrow to the point he was considering hiding and not going.....but that would likely earn a punishment from his father.
They took their seats to wait for their other guests and as Jelenis sat down he winced, the pain hurt terribly. Obviously he had been whipped by his real mother, but that was nothing compared to this. Sabre looked sideways to him as he fidgeted in his place.
"Is something wrong my son?" He asked smoothly.
Jelenis looked to his father and forced a smile.
"No father....nothing is wrong."
Sabre looked away and smiled at Flori, he knew exactly what was wrong with the young prince, he had been in the same position himself many a time as a young man.
"Why don't you tell your mother about your lesson this morning, I am sure she would be interested." Sabre mused.
Jelenis' silvery grey eyes looked towards his mother.
"I wrote the alphabet over and over mother....it seems I am not versed in the words and letters of Father's people."
Abigor and Viola entered the dining room arm in arm. A striking couple indeed. The General was a tall, lean, dark haired, with dark purple eyes; standing next to him a lithe beauty. Tall, hair as black a coal with luminous violet eyes. His royal blue next to her dark red where on other it would seem crass on them seemed complimentary.
Abigor spoke first. "My King thank you for having us tonight. My Queen, Prince Jelenis...let me introduce you to my first in command..." He removed his arm from her and bowed. "Viola."
He stood and escorted her to the table pulling out her chair next to the Prince. He took the seat next to the Queen. His eyes slid to Jelenis and in a slightly mocked tone, "Prince, what a pleasure you could make it. I thought you might not be...er...well enough. But, Viola here was so eager to meet with you." His dark purple eyes blazed with the memory of whipping him as his churlish smile deepened while he spoke.
Viola curtsied after Abigor's introduction and let him lead her to the seat next to the Prince. Once comfortable she nodded at the Queen and then Sabre, lastly to Jelenis. "It is a pleasure to meet with you my Queen. And to have us join us in your delicate condition is an honor for me." She spoke pleasant enough though her eyes held no warmth. "My King it has been too long since we've been together." Her voice held steady. She knew Abigor would do as he said if she so much as gave a harsh look. So she seethed within. Once in the galley her fire would be released.
"Prince Jelenis, you are home. Nothing will please me more than furthering your sword training with Master Abigor. Which he tells me you are starting with the Katna. The style of Kenjutsu, it is a marvelous introduction if I do say so myself. I hold dear a Rapier, which is a considerable difference to the Katna, but I think at tomorrow's lesson you should watch me and Master Abigor spar. Would you like that my Dark Prince." Her voice was infused with a warmth she didn't give to the Queen or King. One that she reserved when she began her corruption of a soul.
Goblets of wine were placed in front of Abigor and Viola. The General held his up. "To you my Queen, for giving us another heir. May it be as strong of mind as the King and as beautiful as you." His purple eyes blazed as he took in Viola's first and then burning as he looked at Sabre.
Gen'pi was so relieved that Jelenis wanted him to stay and visit him tonight. He only offered to leave in case the Prince was fearful of their time.
He watched him cross the courtyard and then went to bring his bedding closer to the fire to dry. The top blanket smelled of Jelenis and he inhaled the Princes scent deeply. A warmth spread through him. Even whipped his bum was so beautiful. The memory of kissing the heated flesh created the warmth to burn. Replacing the dampened bedding he threw himself on it...he needed release. The scent and memory of Jelenis surrounded him as he let wave upon wave of pleasure course through him.
Sabre smiled as Viola made her introductions and Abigor's burning look of hunger for him did not go unnoticed, there were several more days of the season to go and Abigor's sense for it would be heightened until it started to subside. Though being a female demon Viola would sense it too.
"Welcome Viola." He said softly.
"It is good to see you once more." He took a sip from his goblet.
So far....so good.
She then started to speak to Jelenis about the swordsmanship lessons and he noticed the look of relief on the boy's face when he saw he would be watching a demonstration rather than have to participate. He heard the boy's soft reply.
"That would be very interesting Miss Viola."
Sabre's black eyes swung to Abigor and he spoke in his mind.
"Don't let him just get away with sitting there and doing nothing....though I doubt he will be sitting...it seems you thrashed him well 'Gor."
The maids bought out a first course of potted meats and fresh bread and set in on the table before each guest.
"I sense that Gen'Pi tended him equally as well with ice and touch."
Flori smiled over at Jelenis as he spoke. She still wanted to do her roll as carrying stepmother. "Well Jelenis see now if I would have tutored you and not your father you would have lost this privilege. So maybe it has worked out for the best h(//)e is now going to be your tutor." She took a sip of the deep colored fruit juice.
"I will miss tucking you in my son. Maybe one or two nights you can come to my room. I am sure Ana and Lui would enjoy having you there as......." She was cut off by the arrival of Abigor and a most exquisitely beautiful women.
Once the introductions were made Flori smiled at the commander, Viola. From what her husband said she was not feminine. And lessening to her speak it was clear Viola was very different. Flori kept silent for the time being. She wanted to absorb the woman's essence. Get a feel for her.
Abigor nodded towards Sabre. He backed up as the meal arrived. Speaking only to Sabre he chuckled. "The boy is sadly mistaken if he thinks he's only going to spectate. But let us let him think as much. It will be pleasurable to witness his distress when he finds he will need to perform."
He took a piece of the crusty warm bread and chewed slowly. "It is my gift to you M'Lord. His discomfort is your gift. And thank you for my berries. You know my weakness from them." Again this was said only to Sabre as his eyes glowed over. "Gen'pi tended the Prince well. I am going to speak with him tonight. It appears they are planning to met in Jelenis' room tonight. I know he will hold his position but a little reinforcement never hurt."
Sabre threw a glance to Abigor as he chewed on his potted meat and bread.
"That is bold of Gen'Pi to go to his room!" He said softly in the General's mind.
"Even you did not dare do that." He teased gently.
"Is the Stable Boy close to bedding him?"
Sabre set his food down and picked up a goblet and drank some wine, his gaze moving to Jelenis.
"Is he more wanton than we took him for?"
He smiled towards Flori and reached out to touch her hand.
"Are you well my Queen...can I get you more juice?"
Abigor dipped into the meal before him. He answered his king silently, "No he will not do so until we give the blessing for fear of losing him completely. He is in love with our fair Prince. He is going to comfort him and hold him. Probably some petting but nothing that will need me to come down on him for. It is bold but it is born of his affection this visit not of lust. Plus....I am also going to have him come to my room later. Sorry my King but I require him again. It is still strong, the season, within you." He made no apology. He needed the release and his succubus' we're not what he wanted. Had he acquired an incubus perhaps he could but this is why he had Gen'pi.
Flori smiled as he touched her softly. "I am, just enjoying all the company." She nodded at Jelenis, Viola, and Abigor. "Please my love. It is very good...tart...yet sweet."
Flori had eaten more then she had thought she would. Must be her condition she reasoned. "My son tell me did you like the story from last night? If so maybe you can bring the book to my chamber when you visit. Ana seems to enjoy reading. I think you would like her." She gave Jelenis a soft motherly smile.
Viola missed nothing. She could tell her King and General were communicating and they purposely excluded her! This was most infuriating. The small talk between the Whore...ops...Queen and the scum...ops...Prince was less than exciting. Unlike Sabre and Abigor she did need the nourishment food provided. It was delicious. But this was boring! Time to stir things up.
"My General, you said Gen'pi is here with us correct?" Her smile veiled the evil she was feeling. "I was hoping to visit with him." Her eyes slid over Jelenis. "Those horns of his can be quite a handful..." She turned to Abigor whom she knew preferred Gen to herself or Mei and Des. "Don't you agree Lord Abigor." Though her tone was pleasant she was stirring the simmering tension. "Gen'pi is most accommodating to you right M'Lord."
Abigor's rage quickly boiled. His eyes were blazing now in anger. He looked at Sabre for he feared his retort would be most fierce.
Gen'pi got up and changed into his black shirt, pants, and boots. He reached for his hat but before putting it on looked at himself in the small looking glass. Jelenis liked them...called them manly. With one hand he reached out for them and touched the bark brown horns. He concentrated and closed his eyes. He let them grow. Pushing forth the horns curled as the grew. Once complete he looked in the mirror and smiled. Hopefully Jelenis would still like them.
He knew they would still be at dinner but he needed to see Master Abigor. He feared he had over stepped his position promising the Prince he would comfort him. But he hoped Master Abigor would allow him to. He needed to hold him in his arms and comfort him. Maybe tell him some stories of his past and watch the Prince fall asleep. He would not disobey his Master but he ached to see him. To comfort him. To just be there for him.
He approached the servants quarters. As he went to knock he saw an odd sight. A single black rose. He picked it up and smelled the sweet perfume. He took it with him, he would give it to Jelenis.
He knocked and Des opened the door. "Come Gen'pi, I will put you in the war room and let Master Abigor know in private you are there for him."
Gen'pi followed and was in awe of the luxurious surrounding.
Sabre felt Jelenis stiffen at her words, a tenseness in the boy that should not haven been there but for her wicked barb.
He smiled coolly at her, that more dangerous than any anger.
"Gen'Pi is a loyal servant who knows his place Viola, it is true he is very accommodating, eager to assist Lord Abigor, his Master in his work, eager to be a friend to the young Prince who has never known such!"
He picked up his goblet and cupped it in his hands his eyes never leaving hers.
"I heard that you were most accommodating to my father, when you were not slaughtering his enemies, as well as other high ranking nobles during my absence, I trust they rewarded your services well?" It was a dig at her desire to climb ladders, he knew her well enough.
"But I must not bore my queen with talk of the past and petty trivialities of my father's court, nor the exploits of others in their attempts to.....serve." He drew out the last word sarcastically.
He turned his gaze to Abigor.
"Rein your vicious bitch in 'Gor!" He said sharply in the General's mind.
His black eyes held her violet ones and she knew she had crossed the line as he began to recount her own behavior. She'd look away but he wouldn't let her and so her cheeks stained a bit red. Although she sat straighter and silently nursed her wounded pride.
Abigor sat enraged at her. He nodded at Sabre before commenting. The he said aloud. "Viola my dear. Do not concern yourself with my servant Gen'pi. For I too serve with loyalty, do I not. I would lay down my life for the King and his family. Just as my servant would. Just as I expect all my sevants to do."
His purple eyes cold as he slide over her. Speaking aloud in demonic next so only Sabre, Viola, and Mei would understand next what he said. "Viola do not push me. You are here for one reason. The King of the Fifth is dead make no mistake they are coming for the boy. Do not make me cut off your tongue and fed it to my hounds...for I will. Your skills are needed, not your tongue. Am I clear now?"
To Flori and Jelenis it would sound frightfully aggressive for his voice was.
Viola's own nostrils flared with anger. But she only nodded yes as her hands fell to her lap. She clenched them tightly.
Still peaking in their language. "Answer me!" He growled out. "So that your King can hear you!"
"Yes, yes I understand perfectly Lord Abigor." She answered in demonic.
Smiling Abigor eased back and reverted to the common tongue. "Good, sorry for that interruption. A matter of security." He looked at Jelenis. "This is the language you must learn so you can speak with all your disciples as some do not know this mortal tongue my Prince." His tone was pleasant as one would be at a dinner with guest. He sipped the wine.
To Sabre he said in silence. "A bitch M'Lord." He chuckled. "My, my...she would be most upset to hear you refer to her as such. You know she still longs for you. She too can sense you are in season. Have some pity on her." And he laughed a particularly amused one at that. For he knew Sabre would never mate with Viola. She was too focused on her advancement. She would be one that if you took as your Queen she would mate you, become pregnant, and then murder you so she could rule the throne. No Viola was not to be more than she currently was.
Sabre watched and listened to the whole thing with cool eyes.
"There is no chance I am ever letting her near me!" He hissed softly in Abigor's mind.
"There is only one demon that I will let ravish me....and it is not her!"
He switched back to open common speech and smiled, snapping his fingers.
"Mei...some more juice for my beautiful bride and queen....soon to be a mother too."
He looked to Jelenis and offered a gracious smile too.
"Perhaps your mother might want to join us when I give you your lesson tomorrow. I would have her test your skills in the common tongue."
Abigor continued to chuckle. Sabre was adamant in his rejection of her. This made him pleased for he knew he needed to share Sabre with his Queen but he would not share him with her. Succubus' fine, incubus' that would be fine too. But not with Viola. She was here for protection. And only protection.
He spoke silently to his King. "Ravish you...Yes I think you need a little pampering. So much stress recently for you."
Mei came forward with a sweet smile. Nodding respectfully she took the pitcher and poured the juice into the Queen's glass.
FLori's eyes lit up. "I would love to join you both. What do you think Jelenis?" She sipped the juice and kept her eyes averted from Abigor and Viola. The female demon struck her as one she would do well to avoid.
Jelenis seemed most happy at the prospect of his mother joining them.
"Yes Mother that would be very good." He said softly.
He shifted in his seat, his whipped backside irritating him.
Sabre smiled to Abigor.
"Lord Abigor before you turn in and after I have seen the queen to her chamber would you kindly join me in the gallery for a spar with the swords, I feel in the need of some exercise." He mused.
"I think a challenge with the blade would do me the world of good!"
Flori smiled approvingly at the Prince. "Thank you my son. I look forward to it. I think we should begin with your reading. It is the foundation of all we do."
As Jelenis shifted Abigor caught Sabre's smile and returned it.
"M'Lord, it would be my pleasure. Nothing like some exercise to reinvigorate one." He nodded and shift in his seat thinking of Sabre and himself sparring was a most erogenous thought for him.
Viola remained silent. She was fuming at having been reprimanded by both her King and her General. The news of his expecting wife just was so upsetting. An elf! A mortal! That means the child wouldn't be a full blooded demon. None the less Sabre's father had done her well and in return she swore to him and all his offspring her allegiance. She could only hope the whore didn't last through the birth. She wondered if the elf knew exactly what a demon birth was like. Well she wasn't going to say, let Ana and Lui handle that. For now she would ignore the mortal unless she needed protection for the child. That child she carried is that really mattered.
Feeling a little better Viola finished her wine and her meal. "My King, Queen, Prince, and my General. I wish to express my thanks for the lovely meal you provided, but I should see to the watchmen and then turn in. My journey was a long one." She looked over at Abigor who rose.
"Thank you for coming Viola, it reassures me that you are here and no one will penetrate the Fortress and harm our Queen. You may go as long as our King approves." Abigor sat.
Sabre smiled benevolently.
"Of course Viola....please do excuse yourself." He said softly.
He looked to Flori and Jelenis who were just finishing their desserts.
"My Queen....My son....I will see you to your respective rooms, Abigor I will see you in the gallery, I think I will use the katana, it is the blade I prefer."
He rose and took Flori's arm as she did as well, he watched as Jelenis also did so, but slower and a little more stiffly.
"Your gift is well received 'Gor." He purred in the General's mind.
"I shall be back shortly, and I plan to spar hard old Friend. I have much angst to work out!"
He walked to the door with Flori and towards the stairs and Jelenis followed at a slower pace, the boy's head was full of thoughts of Gen'Pi. The King showed Jelenis to his room first.
"Are you going to read with your mother?" He asked knowing full well the boy would find a reason not to.
Jelenis rubbed his eyes.
"Would you mind if we did not tonight Momma...I feel tired....and I ached from my lesson with Lord Abigor...I just want to turn in."
Flori smiled and patted the boys head. "I shall pout but no you go rest. I rather our lesson in the morning have you refreshed and ready. We will have plenty of nights to read together love." Then she kissed his cheek softly. "Good night son." She stood back and took Sabre's arm again.
Once she was sure Jelenis shut his door and they neared hers she looked up at him. "Will you not join me in our bed this evening?" Flori leaned into him and rested her head on his arm. "I was not sure if now we will no longer be together."
Viola nodded and left the room. She quickly changed and went out to speak with the watchmen. It had taken a lot out of her to get there. It was not a lie when she said she needed to rest. Once that task was taken care of she headed back for her room. At least Abigor had a most luxurious bed waiting for her. He did know that she liked the finer things.
Abigor rose after everyone left. "Mei my pet. You are doing splendid. When you see Gen'pi remind him to come to my room before he leaves. There are a few things I need to discuss with him." Mei smiled and responded to her Masters charms. She nodded and went off to the kitchen where Des and Gen'pi where.
Abigor took the corridor to the Gallery. He too needed to expel some pent up frustrations. It would be good for them both. His pulse began to quicken as he pulled out the two Katanas.
He gave her a kiss and smiled.
"Later my love...I need to go and work out....and the I will join you."
He left her in the care of Ana and Lui and made his way to the gallery, stripping off his coat, waistcoat and shirt he grinned to Abigor as he picked up the blade and deftly went through the set of manoeuvres that Jelenis could not complete.
"Are you looking forward to this 'Gor?" He mused.
He twirled the blade over his hand and took up his position.
"I remember a time when you used to please Zenethor by beating me.....but I have improved......do you think you can now?" He teased.
Abigor readied himself for Sabre's return. When the King arrived he would have found him with his long coat removed and his ivory shirt unbuttoned to his navel. He was waiting at attention and smiled when Sabre came in and they commenced in the ritual proper, unlike Jelenis.
"Ahhh, my King, I am...I am. I was almost feeling blue when I thought you would not touch blades with me today. This is a treat."
Abigor brought his blade to meet Sabre's he smiled. "Then show me my King! Show me this improvement." The swords clashed and with the touching of the metal Abigor's breathing quickened. But not from the physical strain of their spar. "There is nothing finer than meeting ones match. It is exhilarating. Maybe if you win I'll allow you to whip me, hmmm? Would you like that King? To whip your General?" He teased Sabre right back. He loved their level of tension it paired so well with the dual. It is what he missed most of his friend, his King.
Sabre gave a wry smile as he moved back and re-positioned himself in an elegant stand of sword and demon.
"Not half as much as you would enjoy whipping me Abigor...do you not think I know what thoughts run through your head as you were beating Jelenis today!"
He attacked, his movement quick, catlike and accurate as his blade met his opponents.
"I think you plotted with Zenethor to have me beaten in our lessons....tell me...what did you promise him each time he laid the flat of his blade to me! Do not think I didn't hear the quickening of your breath as he carried out his punishment....I was not that bad to be beaten so often!"
He spun the katana is a perfect arc and back stepped just out of Abigor's reach.
"How long did it take you to pluck up the courage to take that kiss from me in the corridor that night?"
Abigor felt the tightening as Sabre taunted him. His teasing creating the visions he had so often referred back to.
"My King every slap of that blade should have been on your backside! You are insolent and need to be taught a lesson yourself. And yes the more I whipped him the more I pictured you there. It filled me with longing..." He growled again. Admiring the way Sabre moved.
"You have improved. Zenethor! And I plotting your whippings. I can assure you that everyone you received was deserved." His voice teased and was quite jovial. "As for my breathing. Well sparing all day with one so weak would ware even the best blades men out." He taunted right back.
"Those days of getting a clear view of your backside. You soft supple skin. You begged to be whipped with your eyes, you crave it right now." The clash of metal as both demons swung. It was when Sabre gave his last taunt that his growls turned darker, more needful.
"Courage? You think me weak for not giving into your lustful demands. Oh don't deny it. Your eyes pleaded for me to take you, even if you never spoke the words. You ach to feel the flat of my blade on your bare backside.." With that Abigor's blade did slap his covered bum so very softly and the demon winked at his King as his chest rose and fell quick heavily.
"Put your sword down my King. Come closer." Abigor lowered his sword to his side as he gestured Sabre closer.
Sabre smiled a deadly smile.
"I think not....I am here to spar 'Gor not satisfy your needs!"
He pointed his blade out, a straight line fron his shoulder to the tip. He knew Abigor was on the edge, it excited him knowing it.
He danced backwards, almost like a snowflake on the breeze, so perfect, so light on his feet.
"Fight me 'Gor!" He taunted.
He knew how much the General wanted him, how much he had always wanted him and being born of a Succubus and a King, he knew his allure was very powerful, he was an incubus of sorts, undeniably, everything about him was designed to attract.
"You find me insolent.....you think I need to be taught a lesson.....well earn that right!" He hissed!"
Abigor lifted his blade. "T'is your need I was going to satisfy. But have it this way my King. It will be sweeter for me when I take what I want. Earn my right to whip you."
His General mockingly bows before adjusting his stance. He wanted him to fight. So be it.
There was a flash to his eyes as he brought his sword to met Sabre's.
It was clear both left nothing withheld. They clashed swords, blocked, and sometimes pivoting away from the other. Abigor's deep purple eyes blazing. The harder their swords clashed the fiercer his desire grew. The more he desired the King the harder he fought.
"Your form is amazing M'Lord. So good to see you have kept up your practice. Though you never did like repetition, one of the reasons you found your backside bare and taking a lashing."
His eyes slid over Sabre's body. Abigor's hunger was glowing in those deep purple eyes of his. One could smell it on his scent.
Sabre smiled wickedly.
"T'is true....repetition makes for a dull fighter....I never could stand repeating moves over and over....so I went and learned new ones!"
He swirled the blade in an almost impossible arc, his movement like a ballet in itself.
Sabre was not going to let him just win, if he had his way 'Gor would be leaving unfulfilled and taking it out on Gen'Pi for the rest of the night.
"Trapped as I was I had nothing to do but practice as that brat grew up!" He growled.
He was truly the most beautiful and perfect thing ever created in the Tenth Ring, even his own father had been jealously protective of his son, sending away any that he felt were getting too close to him. When Sabre had been taken the king had been beside himself, thrown into such a rage that he sent everything he had at the Fifth.
"So my eyes pleaded for it did they!" He said with a slightly amused grin.
"Not half as much as yours demanded it 'Gor....like you thought me your right...do you consider me such Lord Abigor...General to all the armies of the Tenth Ring....is it your right to have your King as your lover or perhaps you would prefer me your slave....or your prisoner to do with as you wish?"
His dark eyes narrowed in amusement.
"Perhaps you would have me chained in a dungeon at your whim...as you proclaim yourself King?"
He knew thoughts like that crossed every demon's mind, Viola more than most...perhaps Abigor too.
"At least you didn't grow fat and lazy as your two counterparts did. You utilize your time well. It is more than I can say for others. But do not mistake this for admiration. I expect nothing less of my King. For if you were like Jelenis do you think for a moment I would stay?" Abigor did not expect and answer from Sabre either. Both knew what that outcome would have been.
They continued to dual. The candle light glistening off the blades. It was music to the Generals ears to have one worthy to spar with. To have Sabre back in his life. He had never forgiven Sabre's father for sending him off. He had only lost control once. But once was enough to have him banished to the forefront.
Upon his own fathers demise Sabre's father named him the successor. Abigor had told him not to send all his forces to the lines, that the throne would be weakened.
As Sabre spoke his fury grew. When he finished the demon snarled, as he struck his blade to the Kings. His voice a menacing whisper, "Demanded...my eyes demanded....correct, I demand what is mine be given to me or else I shall take it, by force if necessary. You are mine Sabre. Make no mistake on that. Mine, it is only a matter of time."
Abigor's eyebrows raised in mocked indignation. "You wound me M'Lord. If I had wanted to betray you I would have one so while you were held prisoner. Upon your return well...." She smiles just as wickedly as his King just did..."I would have accepted you back and treated you as my most favorite pet."
Sabre leaned his weight into the blade, he was slender compared to the muscle and build of Abigor, this did not mean he was weak though. He pushed the General back and stood, sweat streaking his bare chest, his moonlight hair slick with his exertion.
"What do you demand 'Gor? What is it that is yours?" He panted slightly.
"What will you have by force oh mighty General?"
He stepped back and brushed his hair back from his face with a graceful sweep of his hand.
He gave a grin at the last statement though.
"Most favourite pet huh...would I have had a pretty collar and a cushion at the end of your bed...oh...wait...I would have to vie with Gen'Pi for that spot would I not?"
"You might find that I have claws and teeth...I would not make a pretty little pet for you...I would have taken the form of the Night Stallion and then where would you be? Hardly taking a Night Stallion to your bed!" He chuckled.
One could not look upon Sabre and not lust for him. Not man, women, or demon. His physic perfect. The sheen of sweat made his skin appear to be like satin. Abigor knew Sabre was taunting him with his allure. Letting him see what he could not have...yet.
He watched as he brushed his moonlit hair from his perfect features.
He let the Kings words wash over him. His eyes following every move he made. I will do better then tell you Sabre." The use of his first name was probably the clue he was at the point where he teetered on self control. His sword thrown to the floor in a rage. It clattered loudly against the stone tiles. Within the next moment he grabbed the King and forced his mouth upon him. His tongue thrust wildly demanding entrance. One hand on the back of his head the other placed firmly on his buttocks.
As he kissed him he spoke to him as only they could to one another. "You are mine Sabre, married to your mortal, letting another take your virginity, all that I can forgive. But do not say you would not come willingly to me. We both know that my power and size turn you on more than your pretty little elf every will. We are one."
Abigor had no illusions as to his position. He knew what he wanted and he would wait for Sabre. But every so often he would take a taste of what was too come. For he loved the power that exuded from Sabre. The loved the banter, he loved the wicked ways his mind worked. But most of all he had always loved him...no matter whom else they received pleasure from the only one who would receive his love would be Sabre.
Sabre did not fight him or kiss, he let Abigor take what he wanted because he wanted it more than anything as well.
"Yours am I?" He whispered as they broke apart.
"We shall see when we re-enter the Tenth Ring 'Gor....when Flori goes to the Temple to be hidden away until she gives birth....we shall see if you will take what you think you are owed." He pressed himself against the General, staring up into his purple eyes, he was not that much shorter than Abigor, but a little, enough to force him to look up to the General.
He was his mother's son....a creature of perfect allure....she had been the most coveted in all the Rings. She too had hair like spun moonlight and dark teasing eyes, her name had been Cathria and Sabre's father had fought hard but he had finally took her as his wife. The succubus had fought like a wild cat on their wedding night but the demon king had bedded her and made her belly full with his son. His father had prized her....like he had prized his son....treasures to be owned, viewed and hidden from prying eyes. Then she had died birthing Sabre...whilst disappointed at losing her he was filled with pride and the desire to own....the need to dominate and master his son. He treated Sabre harder than he had her, letting no-one get close to him...working him mercilessly at his studies...allowing the fact that he knew his son's master regularly beat him. It was all for Sabre's own good.
Problem was....it made Sabre hate his father.
He trailed a hand against Abigor's cheek.
"You should let me go now." He whispered seductively.
"I think we have worked hard enough this evening."
His breathing was labored as their lips parted. If his King only knew how much it cost him to do such a thing...but of course he did.
His fingers gently caressed his hair allowing the silken strands to fall through his fingers. he whispered softly "Yes mine..." Abigor sighs. "Mine."
Their eyes were locked on each other as Sabre purrs..."Yes we will see, taste, and feel when I do."
Abigor closed his eyes and growled hungrily as the King pressed himself against the General. It was painful, his need for Sabre. His entire being hurt. No matter whom he bedded or how often it wasn't quite fulfilling. It would sate his appetite but not fill it. All those years he waited for Sabre. Longed for him. It was almost too good to believe it would come to pass. Yet here they were about to corrupt the son of the fifth as they taunted one another.
Sabre's hand caressing the side of his face brought him back into the moment and his eyes fully opened. He hesitated a moment letting his lips grazes Sabre's one last time and he released him.
"I believe you are correct. You have improved M'Lord. This pleases me." His words sounded carefree but his eyes relieved the storm raging inside.
Gen'pi couldn't wait to see his Prince again. He ate quickly in the kitchen with the girls. They gossiped about the arrival of Viola, the Queen, and the girls teased Gen'pi over Jelenis. He told them to knock it off but this only. Made them tease harder until they all were smiling.
Once the King had walked down the stairs and headed for the gallery Gen'pi followed the succubus to Jelenis' room. He knocked softly and entered. "Jelenis?" He called out.
Jelenis' heart almost pounded in his chest as his heard his name called, he moved quickly to the door as his sore body would allow and opened it.
He pulled Gen'Pi within and shut it again.
"You came." He whispered softly, his eyes lowering almost coyly.
Sabre could not help himself, he moved back to Abigor again, pressing himself close and seeking another kiss.
"You should know something 'Gor." He whispered.
"I have never been with another male.....only females....so that last innocence is yours." His voice was soft almost coy.
His dark eyes raised and looked into the General's purple ones.
"That was always reserved for you....I knew one day you would claim it."
He turned to walk to fetch his shirt and coat.
"I wish you had in the corridor that dark night...I wish you had taken me and made me yours. Though I suppose the wait will make it all the sweeter."
Gen'pi smiled softly. "Why of course I did. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms again." He softly embraced the Prince. His lips grazing across Jelenis' cheek, his nose, and then his lips. Gen'pi pulled back. "Come let me tuck you into bed."
He tugged very gently on his hand, then brought it to his lips and began to kiss each fingertip, the palm, and to his wrist. "Oh Jelenis Will you let me hold you tonight. Let me rock you to sleep." He walked back into Jelenis' arms and kissed him passionately.
Jelenis allowed the kiss, melted into it in fact, giving soft little moans.
"Oh Gen'Pi." He murmured his silver eyes closed as he pressed himself to the stable hand.
"Please stay here with me until I sleep....hold me."
In truth Jelenis wanted more than that....he wanted to be touched again....that feeling sent such shivers through him.
Abigor actual flushed, if one could say that for a demon. He was taken aback by the honesty and passion in Sabre's eyes. "You have no idea how I wished I did as well. How many times I thought if only I had taken you that night. But I suppose you are right when we do it will be all the sweeter."
He caressed his neck with his lips. His teeth grazing softly before taking Sabre's bottom lip between them. He caressed it with his tongue before giving into the passion of another deep kiss. Abigor pressed his own desire against the King and growled softly. His arms at his lower back pressing him closer. His chest rumbled as he growled and took in the very essences of Sabre.
"Jelenis...sweet....sweet...Jelenis..." He sighed and kissed him again. He let his hands trail down his back but was mindful of the sores the Prince had on his bum so he just softly grazed his fingers over his backside.
Pulling away from the kiss Gen'pi smiled. "Yes let's get on your bed. If you want...I mean if it isn't asking too much. I could try soothing those wounds ..." He hesitated and was blushing furiously when he said so softly. "Maybe kiss you there..." He was burning red now but desperately wanted to be gentle and yet still touch him, so badly in some way. He ached for it.
Sabre made soft noises in Abigor's arms, the General was winning and Sabre was unable to feel anything but the power of his body, the strength of his hold.
"It seems so long to wait." He murmured between the passionate kisses.
"Oh 'Gor." He moaned sweetly.
He felt like that young man again pinned in the corridor by his powerful friend.
Abigor was barely holding on himself. He struggled but Sabre's murmured words made him ache. Using his pet name was pushing him further and further away from rationality.
With another low rumble he caressed Sabre's backside. Kissing every part of his face and neck. "We must...it is too long...too long...but it is what we must do love." He had never actually said it aloud but he was losing his control.
He bite into Sabre's neck as his hands gently caressed upwards and held his hair back. "I want nothing more than to take you to my bed. Show you want true passion and release really feels like. But not in this mortal plane. Not here... Their Runes glowed. His eyes glowed as he took another long passionate kiss.
Sabre pulled back, his feelings almost getting the better of him.
His runes were burning, hot, glowing.
"Notify the Tenth we are going home the day after tomorrow!" He breathed heavily.
"Make preparations to move the Household 'Gor,"
He pulled on his shirt and tried to calm himself.
"My father's wing will be my personal home.....we will take his bed, as lovers in secret. My old suite of rooms in the South Wing will be Flori's and Jelenis's."
He looked hungrily to his General.
"It is time I claimed my kingdom!"
The 'we' was not lost on him. They would share the bed it made his desire boil at the thought. Placing Jelenis and Flori in his old wing, he hadn't even thought he would take it that far. Abigor had always wanted more but Sabre was laying his own claim. How he had longed for this, how it turned him on. "It shall be done M'Lord." Abigor's words were as normal but his voice, eyes, and ragged breathing told an entirely different story.
Sabre's hungry look was matched by Abigor's.
Not only had the passion they shared excited his senses the fact he was going to claim the tenth stirred something inside him. Abigor though powerful in his own right savored how powerful Sabre was. This excited him. It was not only his sheer beauty it was his powerful persona.
There was much to be done. The General picked up his sword he had flung and with shaking hands returned it to the weapons rack. He never reacted to another the way he did Sabre. Other had come, pets, trysts, but not anything permanent.
He approached Sabre in a far gentler manner. He touched his hand. Abigor's eyes speaking what his words could not. Of his love, passion, longing... His voice spoke other words. "My King, let me prepare. I will update you before the others join us in the morning." His eyes locked onto Sabres.
Jelenis shuffled over on the bed and looked to Gen'Pi with soft silvery eyes.
"Shall I lie here?" He said in a trembly whisper.
His stomach felt tight and his body was shaking in anticipation.
Gen'pi swallowed hard. He was burning with desire for the Prince. He took several calming breaths and nodded yes. He walked over to the bed as he did he tossed his hat off, kicked his boots off. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. "Yes lie there Jelenis." He undid his breeches and pulled them off. There was no hiding how much he wanted the Prince. But he didn't cover himself. He wanted Jelenis to see him. He slowly reached for a sheet and tied it around his waist. "Did you like what you saw Jelenis." He whispered in his ear and rubbed his body to the Princes. While letting his had caress him in his aroused state. "Now it is time for you to get into bed so I can hold, kiss, and touch you Lord."
He waited for Jelenis to get into the bed first. His smile was soft. There was no danger that he would do anything Jelenis did not want.
Obediently Jelenis did as he was told by Gen'Pi, submissive as a pupil to a teacher, seeing the stable hand naked shocked and thrilled him, unable to answer he gave a little whimper which turned to a soft moan as Gen'Pi began his ministrations. There felt like such a pressure building up inside him, Jelenis was both confused and pleasured by it.
He closed his eyes and wriggled, his body responding to the stable hands expert touch.
"Oh Gen'Pi!" He whimpered needfully.
Sabre's eyes met Abigor's, his heart pounding in his chest.
He had always been 'Gors he knew that, the General knew that.
He reached out briefly to touch his face, then his hand trailed to Abigor's partially bared chest, he traced the Ithior with a brief smile.
"You do know that in the privacy of our quarters...you will be Master and Lord of what you survey. I will be your willing icubus" He said seductively.
It was his way of saying to Abigor that in the bedroom he would be the one with all of the power, Sabre wanted it that way, he wanted to be subserviant to Abigor there...longed for it.
He would be all powerful by the day, a king and ruler, a War Lord if needs be....but at night he would be Abigor's totally.
Gen'pi was thrilled with Jelenis' reaction. So tonight he would just let them both explore as far as they wanted. He let Jelenis get comfortable and he began to kiss the back of his neck, down his spine as his hand gently caressed his buttocks. He leaned on his side and propped his other hand under his head for support. He threw one leg casually over Jelenis'.
Gen'pi heard the need in the Princes voice and he could not resist kissing the top of his head. He wanted to kiss his lips while he stroked his lean supple body. "I guess that means you like my touch. Good. Maybe you can turn over see if you can lie on your back and I will do the same for your front side. Besides I miss your lips already."
He was throbbing and would probably not be able to hold it all off but maybe Jelenis was ready to see him do that, maybe he would offer to help him? Gen'pi shuttered with delight at the mere thought of the Princes hands on him.
They did things together that Jelenis had never tried and afterwards he lay there sleepily in Gen'Pis arms.
"That felt good." He whispered.
"Am I naughty for liking such things?" He said as he fought off sleep.
"I like our time together!" He said snuggling into the Stable hands arms.
Abigor's heart pounded in his chest. He softly growled and closed his eyes as he fought a wave of sheer wanton need to take Sabre. Willing himself to control as smiled and shakily answered the King. "I wouldn't want it any other way Sabre. In our bed you will be ravished and soiled all at the same time. I will be your Master. I will take you to pleasure every single time, this you have my word on my King."
He almost caved when Sabre caressed the Ithior. His face flushed and it was hard for him to breath. The feelings that coursed through him from that touch couldn't even be communicated. It was powerful. They were powerful. Abigor would never let anything or one even come near Sabre in a harmful manner. His King had figured out what all great ones do. The power of his Generals love and desire for him was all encompassing. There was nothing he would not do. Even if it meant sacrificing his own wants. In a way the incubus was still lord and master. A type of control that was more of a release for the King.
It was true of the general though about wanting and needing to dominate Sabre. Abigor would have it no other way. He would be the Master in that bedroom as he was on the field of battle. He would dominate his King, his willing incubus. "You will only need to let go of all your pressures that comes from wearing your crown. I will help you do that. Every single night when that door closes behind us." His breathing was ragged, raw even. Just the idea of them finally being one as it should be was making the very blood in his veins boil.
"I should start the necessary preparations the next two days will be busy." But he made no move to go. His eyes fixated on the lush full lips of Sabre.
Gen'pi was overjoyed with Jelenis' willingness and afterwards held him softly. He stroked his beautiful hair. "Shhh, no. We are demons. We take pleasure in far more things than our mortal counterparts do. They fear it and we embrace it. You are not naughty at all and it makes me happy knowing you like what we do."
He noticed the Prince trying to fight off sleep and smiled. "Now sleep Jelenis, I won't leave until you do." His heart pounded as he relived the beautiful memory of their night. How responsive Jelenis was. He wanted to tell him he loved him. But would wait until he was allowed to mate with the Prince. He would tell him then. For now he was content to just be with him.
Sabre stood still and watched as Abigor devoured him with his eyes, he felt weak before the General, he was always so before him which was why the only power he really had was in taunting him. He kneeled before Abigor and lowered his black eyes subserviantly letting the General have a taste of what was to come.
"Master Abigor.....I am yours.....my last innocence will be yours." He purred softly.
It was rare for a demon of Sabre's age to have any innocence left.....they usually lost it all very early.
He sharply inhaled. "Sabre...." He exhaled his name with a lustful growl. But his breathing was still in ragged bursts. Seeing Sabre in the way ignited him. He let his fingers entwine into his silky hair. He was consumed by the sight of his King. It truly took all his will power not to take him right there. But he resisted knowing the pleasure of taking him within their realm would far exceed anything they could feel here. He would demand Sabre use his knowledge of the Ithior. The sweet, sweet taste of his body. Yes it took all his willpower.
Abigor was enthralled that even after all these years he never gave into his lust. For that alone he would make sure that they waited until back home before letting Sabre feel the pleasure. This did not mean they couldn't taunt each other. He stood there and looked down at him with a wicked smile.
Sabre raised his eyes with insolence in them and regarded Abigor.
"Does this please you Master 'Gor?" He said in a soft silken voice.
He felt good, for the first time in ages he actually felt good, at peace, where he actually should be.
He felt pleasure at this defiance of what his father had tried to prevent, him and Abigor together. He knew he would make an insolent and defiant bed slave, but he knew that would excite Abigor even more in trying to tame him. The runes on his chest glowed brightly and his own fingers moved to delicately stroke his own Ithior know what it would do to the General.
"Then we wait until we get home.....I suppose I should go to my wife." He purred softly.
He was captivated by him, "It pleases me greatly. To finally know you will only fight me to heighten our pleasure. To know you want and need to be dominated as much as I want to do it to you."
Sabre knew how to tease and fulfill him. "My King" He sighed. The stroke of his Ithior made Abigor's burn in a most satisfying way. He closed his eyes and touched his own as it glowed brightly.
He knew Sabre had too. But not for much longer. "For now yes it must be done. Her purpose will no longer be to please you. She will have far more pressing things on her mind." He smiled and backed up so Sabre could pass.
Sabre walked from the gallery, his heart was slowing now and the glow to his runes was dissipating, he slowly climbed the stairs upwards to where Flori would be in her room. He passed Jelenis' room where he knew the boy was asleep, but entwined with Gen'Pi naked body, the stable hand would soon be going to his Master's room to satisfy him. He knew Abigor would sate his need with Gen'Pi until they reached their home.
Thing was he had needs to be sated too, he opened the door to Flori's room and a smile graced his handsome mouth as he saw his wife sat at the fire side listening to Ana read.
"Ladies, I am staying with my wife this evening, you are dismissed, there is food in the kitchens, I am sure Des and Mei will see to any needs you might have."
The nursemaids came to the door and Ana patted Sabre's cheek fondly, he had been a complex boy but she had adored him.
They closed the door and Sabre looked hungrily to Flori.
"Fighting had given me an appetite my love...but Ana and Lui would kill me if I over exerted you." He said in a soft whisper.
"I have been very bad neglecting you this evening instead of sitting and reading with you...do you want to tell me off for being naughty Flori Flower?" His eyes were luminous with his need, his voice almost tremoring with it.
Abigor would have his temporary release....so would he....thing was....'Gor would feel his. This just further increased his needful boyish grin.
Abigor watched Sabre go and his smile lingered. There was much to do now. He would need to begin the preparations.
Flori was resting comfortably when Sabre came in. Her smile widen as he approached. She had almost felt like he wouldn't be joining her. But here he was. She was overjoyed.
"Sabre!" She exclaimed happily. The nursemaids left at his bequeath and this thrilled her. He was going to stay the night!
"My love. No, no...I want to spank you for your naughty behavior!" She giggled softly. "Surely I can still give you a few strokes from our riding crop?" She seductively raised her eyebrow to him. "Please...." She whispered softly and she rose and began to walk over to him.
He grinned as she walked over and he reached inside her chest and found the scarlet riding crop.
He handed it to her smiling teasing.
"You mean with this.....you want to teach me how naughty I am?" He purred softly.
He kissed her cheeks and grinned at her.
"Yes!" She reached for it and let the leather graze across her face and chest. "You have been very naughty Sabre. Now remove your breeches at once. You will learn if I must beat you within an inch of your life, you naughty demon." She scolded him while teasingly tapping him with the end of the crop.
"You will not get the pleasure of this..." She ran the crop over her body. "Without first being reprimanded."
Her voice was sultry. She waited for him to comply and her eyes lit up when his Rune glowed. The one connecting him to Abigor. A thrill coursed through her. "Will he feel it love? I believe he needs this more than you for frightening me so!"
She was heightened with desire and ready to please him in any way he wished.
Sabre did as he was told with his most perfect naughty boy expression on his face. His breeches slipped to the floor and he took a leaf out of Jelenis book and chewed his bottom lip delicately.
"Am I very naughty?" He whispered as he stood staring at the floor.
His eyes then met hers and he said something very teasing that he knew might enflame her, a almost parody of Jelenis' voice.
" Are you going to punish Abigor and I Mommy?"
His gaze went to her high backed chair where she had once led the son of the Fifth and punished him. Abigor would feel this alright and when they got home Sabre wagered he would be punished again by the might and anger of his General.
Flori inhaled as he took on the gestures of Jelenis and it made her ache all the more for him.
True to her word she punished him. Her crop hitting his flesh in repeated patterns of harshness and then tenderness. Her eyes taking in the sight of his reddened flesh was almost too much for her. The glow of his Rune Ithior was driving her in a heated fury.
If only she could have heard the rage that Sabre did from Abigor!
The general felt it. So much so he had to stop what he was doing. It was torture. It was pleasure. It was pain. He growled as he felt the satisfying crack of leather across Sabre's heated flesh. He began to shake and moan.
He called to Sabre...."Again! You do this to me again!" His silent message conveyed his burning rage. It was pure lust! He could see his Ithior glow with every lash.
Sabre gave a secret smile as he felt Abigor's rage it would make it even more exciting when they reached home.
"See here I still have power 'Gor...when we reach home....will it be different?" He purred soft;y in the General's mind.
"Perhaps you will need to punish me?"
He felt every harsh lash from Flori and he moaned softly still keeping Jelenis' persona and gestures he knew it excited her.
"I must be very naughty Mommy." He said almost feigning sweet tears.
In Abigor's mind he gave an order.
"Tomorrow night...the night before we leave Gen'Pi must take Jelenis...I almost surprised he had the willpower not to ride him tonight!"
He whimpered as Flori struck a harsh unforgiving blow.
"You and Flori must discover them!"
Flori played into their newest game. He was being so deliciously naughty. "Very Sabre! Very!" She whipped him again and again. Her breathing was heightened to the extreme. She finally had enough, she could contain her lust for him no longer. She furiously ripped at her clothing.
She approached him her blue eyes blazing, her ebony hair a wild frenzy, she had a need only he could sate.
Abigor touched his rune as he leaned over the desk in the study. It was immensely pleasurable but excruciating pain. The two feelings mixed in a dance so perfectly he was sweating, his breathing was ragged, he was in sheer bliss. Sabre came to him in their silent communication. He growled harshly, "Very different M'Lord. When our door closes you will be at my will and you will lay for me as I see fit." His body on fire. "Perhaps! No you DO NEED a proper punishment. Wait my King her touch will be of petals compared to what I will do to that sweet backside of yours."
He felt when they touched. Kissed...and so much more. He griped the sides of the desk his nails like talons left claw marks of the edges. He roar when Sabre was satisfied only meant he felt the satisfaction too.
He heard his king's request. "Gen'pi will be pleased. Both then by all means it will be done."
He was exhausted by the Ithior effect but their was much to do. He was still sweating when he called for Gen'pi. In fact he was shaking when he called for the stable lad to join him in the study at once.
He would give Viola his orders in the morning for as aggravating as she was Viola was very loyal and a great warrior. They were stronger with her. She would be happy to return. He was pleased himself. Abigor chuckled more than pleasing. He heard a knock and gave Gen'pi the okay to enter. He was still shaking.
Gen'pi was holding the sweet Jelenis. He struggled to keep his eyes open. He light stroked Jeleis' hair and face. The Prince was beautiful. He couldn't believe that he wanted him and not Des or Mei. He was in awe that one so beautiful could desire him.
As he laid there with the fire crackling he just enjoyed the steady breathing of Jelenis. That is until the request from his master came. He knew it would. He didn't want to but to refuse would mean losing Jelenis. He slowly left the bed trying not to disturb the Prince.
Sabre disentangled himself from the sleeping form of Flori and left the room, Ana and Lui waited outside the door and Ana shook her head as he left.
"You are a naughty wicked little boy still!" She smiled.
"I hope she rests now...no more of that... You hear me or I will be chastising you!"
The King grinned and headed down the corridor to witness Gen'Pi sneaking from Jelenis' room. He found that in itself quite erotic knowing what the pair had been up to. The sweet virginal prince being instructed to his downfall by the skilled stable hand. Tomorrow would be sweeter though, in the midst of his deflowering being discovered by his 'mother' and the general.....dragged to his 'father' where Sabre would be happy to rage at him and spill the truth, an elaboration of his own concoction, truth and lies.
It felt strange to know they would soon be home, things would change there. His own final deflowering by Abigor, for instance, the taking of his last innocence. Abigor would be strict and hard to please he did not doubt, but it would be fun....defying him, teasing him.....getting punished......getting rewarded.
Sabre found himself out in the chill night in the courtyard, the snow was falling softly as he moved across the yard to the stables. He stood just within in the warmth of the building's door and took in the scent of warm horse, hay and something else. It smelled like sweet ripe strawberries, an odd scent for a stable but then he realised it was the lingering scent of the Angelic's budding desire.
He smiled to himself, he bet Jelenis' room reeked of it too, it seemed he was responding excellently to Gen'Pi, he resolved to elevate the young stable hand to Jelenis' jailer when they returned home. He would have a comfortable prison cell and he was sure Gen'Pi would find ways to alleviate his misery. He had considered tying Jelenis down in the courtyard of his palace for an hour each day to let the soldiers that had fought in the Fifth ring ravish him....all could sample....any could watch....but he felt that Gen'Pi would not like him so well if he came back well used each day.
He closed his eyes and his mind drifted to his father's quarters, in fact the entire wing. He would have it warded, only Abigor, Himself and chosen servants would be allowed there, no unwanted visitors walking in by chance. Flori would go to the Temple for the last part of her pregnancy, but he would make her comfortable enough in the South Wing, she would have Ana and Lui and as long as he visited her it would be enough.
He reached out to Abigor who he sense was discussing things with Gen'Pi.
"It is cold outside tonight 'Gor." He mused.
"I never recall it being cold back home."
Gen'pi heard Abigor's approval for him to enter and so he does. Walking into the room he notes that his General looks different. "Master Abigor you requested to see me?" He lowered his eyes respectfully.
the General was looking less than himself... He was sweating and seemed tired, drawn even. "I did. Please come in take a seat. Would you like a wine? No, brandy...you like the brandy." Two glasses of brandy appeared on the desk as Gen'pi took a seat. "Yes brandy Master Abigor. Thank you but what do I owe such a pleasure as this for?" The stable lad was pleased brandy was only offered if he did exceptionally well.
Abigor smiled and nodded. "Gen'pi I am proud of you. The temptation to take Jelenis tonight must have been awful yet you didn't even struggle. The way you have wooed him. Cared for him. And love him well your King wishes to reward you." Abigor picked up his glass and motioned for Gen'pi to do the same. "You have also made me very proud. A toast to you Gen'pi." The general clicked his glass to his faithful stable lad who was flushed with pride. Then he took a sip, they both took a sip.
This is when he heard Sabre's silent communication. He smiled answering the King silently. "Nor do I M'Lord. It is quite bitter here but soon we will be home. You will claim your kingdom and this cold will be gone." He couldn't help but picture Sabre in that chamber. The thought had him adjusting in his seat.
His attention went to Gen'pi and again he smiled. "You are being rewarded Gen'pi. Our King has decided you may take Jelenis' virginity tomorrow evening. I want it to be lovely Gen'pi. I want you and Jelenis to have a romantic day and evening. We will be going back to the tenth the next morning. What will happen Gen'pi I will pretended I cannot train him on the morrow, and he is to stay with you for dinner as well. I will announce this at breakfast after speaking with the King of course. And will instruct Jelenis to report to you for the rest of the day. Where you will proceed to take him on a picnic, maybe just some innocent petting, and then a beautiful dinner in his room, wine, a warm fire, and your confession of love. Than you mount him." He was testing Gen'pi all the while as he spoke and he was happy with his stable hands reaction. "You will take his virginity and as you are doing so right after you finish your act of corruption myself and Queen Flori will enter. He will be taken from you and I want you to be upset, ashamed, and in an overall fit." He took a sip. "If you do all this your King will let you have the Prince for your enjoyment. You may mount him as many times a day you wish. I will also give you my okay. In fact knowing your feelings are true I will not even ask you tonight to warm my bed."
Gen'pi couldn't speak. He was so happy that Jelenis was to be given to him. He cared not how or why he loved the Prince so much. "Whatever you and King Sabre request I will abide my Master. Please tell my King I am most grateful. Most Grateful."
Abigor smiled. "I will Gen'pi. I will now finish your brandy and be off with you."
Sabre had wandered back into the Fortress, snowflakes shining brightly in his moonlight hair like diamonds, he found his feet taking him to Abigor's study where again he witnessed Gen'Pi leaving and this puzzled him slightly. He thought 'Gor would have taken his need with the stable hand. He waited until Gen'Pi had gone and then knocked softly on the door, feeling like a school boy at his Master's study, nervous and apprehensive.
He stepped within after a moment and regarded the General who sat at his desk nursing a brandy.
"Can I have one of those?" He asked softly.
In the candlelight he looked perfect, flawless, beautiful and the snowflakes caught on the top of his silken hair like diamonds in a crown. To any mortal that might have seen him in that second they might have mistaken him for an Angelic instead of the demon that he was. It was said there was a very fine line between the two races and in Sabre that might have been blurred.
"You look weary 'Gor." He whispered.
"Is it my fault?" He looked down contritely, his dark eyes obscured by thick long ebony lashes.
"If you need sustenance I can let you have some of my life force." It was a genuine offer and not one lightly given either.
Gen'pi swilled the brandy and went to go. Surprised that Abigor wasn't sending him to his own bed but it was as if he was letting him go. Another gift. "Thank you Master Abigor." She replied at the door and left the room and quickly head to the stable. Tomorrow was going to be a beautiful day. He knew Jelenis was going to be punished for his act but he would make it up to the Prince. He would heal him. Hopefully Jelenis will forgive him and they could be together.
Abigor watched as Gen'pi left and smiled. His loyal stable lad had earned it prize. He never once attempted to take the boy with violence nor lead him to the truth. Gen'pi was a rear demon indeed and had it not been for him Abigor was sure he would not had lasted all those years without Sabre. He was about to lift his glass when the King walked in.
The general sucked in his breath. The sight of Sabre was such...well the King was more than beautiful. He was breathtaking. Abigor rumbled it was his way of purring like Sabre could. "You are quite a lovely sight Sabre. Coming in here with fresh snow and flushed cheeks. You look beautiful." He heard his Kings request and a glass was procured for him. Filled with the thick sweet liquid.
When his King offered him some of his life sustenance this truly made his hand shake as he placed the glass on the desk. "Sabre...I couldn't it would take too much from you. I can wait. I want to wait." He walked around to the front of his desk and took Sabre's hands in his. "You are more than kind. I will not forget this ever. I knew waiting for you was the right thing. I knew when you returned the kingdom would be whole. Besides I am not as smooth in political dealings, some begged me to over throw you. I sit next to you tonight and your offer is given so freely I knew wanting for you was what I had to do." He took Sabre in an embrace and not one born of lust and unfulfilled passion. One of love and friendship. One of loyalty and honor. "I will not say this often but know I mean this, I have always loved you. I always will. There isn't anything I will not do for your happiness." He kissed him softly, just his lips, nothing more.
Sabre lowered his eyes almost coyly in that embrace, feeling weak and loving for Abigor, in that moment he would have given him everything, his last innocence, his body, his kingdom.....everything.
"Oh 'Gor." He said in a breathless whisper, aching and yearning for his lover.
"I have always been yours, you have known it, knew that our joining was inevitable...yet I have teased you and taunted you like a spoiled brat."
He leaned against the taller more heavily muscled frame of the General.
"In the privacy of our chambers you can teach me of my folly, punish me.....love me....do as you wish and there is none to stop us this time!"
He pulled back in and and gave his teasing charming smile.
"You sounded angry earlier my 'Gor......am I wrong.....you sounded then like you wanted to punish me."
He stared down contritely, all teasing innocence, one he was so irresistibly good at.
"I do not suppose a sorry will way lay that from coming?"
He placed a slender hand on Abigor's broad chest, his breathing quickened, he knew he was being a little unfair, here was Abigor confessing his love and here was he burning with desire.
"I want to go home 'Gor." He whispered.
"I want to go home!"
Abigor listened his breathing increasing. Then a deep chuckle. "You are incorrigible. Truly if I didn't know you one would wonder if this was the same demon at dinner." But he pressed Sabre closer to him letting his fingers stroke the damp moonlit hair. "But you are right I was angry with you and no amount of your sweet slivery tongue will wash away your punishment. Noooooo...." He drew the last word out and stroked the demon kings back. A rumble of desire vibrated through the general.
The thoughts of their chamber...made him shiver...The vicious whipping, the tender touches, and their shared passion once they united. It was more than he could even imagine. He bite his lip and his eyes glazed with the fires of his passion for the king coming instantly into a full raging blaze. "You tease me so Sabre...but never stop. I love that you can do to me what no one else has ever been able too. I cannot wait until we are alone in that chamber. I cannot wait."
When Sabre's hand touched his chest he growled. A deep loud rumble from the depths of his chest. "I will take you back there very soon. I have already started the preparations. You will return and take what is rightfully yours and then we will wipe out that disgusting brats domain. You will indeed be the most powerful of all the kings Sabre." His body hungered for him. His mouth ached to cover his. His willpower being tested he was a demon but he knew his place and it would be so much more pleasurable in their ring then on this wasteland they were in now.
It thrilled Sabre to hear that deep rumble emanate from Abigor, he almost shivered with delight at the sound of it.
"Incorrigible....you think me incorrigible." He said with a faint smile teasing about his sensuous mouth.
He purred with his excitement, a sound he knew excited Abigor.
"I cannot wait to go Home General." He said softly.
"Is all in place with regards to Jelenis tomorrow....does Gen'Pi understand what he needs to do....he will not let us down?"
He bit his bottom lip as he thought about it, finally the sweet innocent Jelenis getting his comeuppance at the hands of a stable boy. That would be spread far and wide across the rings, that the Prince, the heir to the Throne of the Fifth was nothing more than a cheap little slut who gave out to commoners.
"I want all the Rings to hear of it.....how he was caught moaning beneath a stable lad like a little tart." He whispered, his gaze looking up to Abigor.
"Will you make sure of it 'Gor?" He purred pressing himself closer to his would be lover.
"I want Flori to see her precious little Jelenis being humped by Gen'Pi....promise me Abigor...Promise me!" He said almost a little bratty and petulant, it came from years of being tied to the brat, wanting to see his downfall.
"If it happens....I will crawl to you that first night and beg to be punished." He teased.
He stroked Sabre's face. He loved the was Sabre teased him. The purr he did sent is blood boiling. "No more than I Sabre. I ache to be home with you."
"Sabre there is nothing I would not do for you. Please know Gen'pi knows what needs to be done and in fact," he tapped his hand to his head lightly, "asked me to express his gratefulness to you. Followed with...he will not let you down." He let his finger trace Sabre's supple lips. "He will not fail you my King."
His finger traced its way over the Kings features. "I cannot wait for the Queen and I to happen upon them. He will be moaning like a common whore and all the rings shall know. There will be much fighting for his seat but as you are the one to bring him down we will take it for you. It is only right for all the years his father kept you prisoner. I cannot wait to see his humiliation."
He stroked Sabre's back and up to his neck and his lips yet again. All this would soon be his and he couldn't wait. "I promise you it will all happen. It is ready and all set. They will start by spending the day together and finish with a lovely meal by candle and firelight. Then while Gen'pi has him in the depths of his desire we shall happen upon them. Quite fitting don't you think. Jelenis still thinking she is his loving stepmother and his evil Master of the Blade catching him like that. Perfect Sabre, just perfect."
"Now you have provided me with added desire to fuel my insatiable appetite I have for you. Yes I would love you to beg me for a proper whipping. Punishment."
Sabre could not help himself as Abigor stroked his back and face lightly and spoke of wicked things, he moaned himself quite wantonly and pressed closer.
"Oh 'Gor.....I can barely wait." He whispered.
He reached up to kiss his General, his fingers entwining in his dark hair as he did so.
"I will be king of the Tenth and Fifth......imagine....." He murmured as his mouth sought Abigor's.
"Part of me wishes I could see it, his shame...will you let me, will you describe it in my mind as you drag him to my study to explain his lewd behaviour."
He pouted slightly as he stared up into the purple eyes of his General.
"Promise me that too."
Sabre's eyes sparkled like black diamond.
"I will tell him that I am not his real father and that I took him in, the son of my enemy to raise as my own on his father's demise....but that his wanton and despicable behaviour shames us and that he will be naught more than a prisoner now, under your control. Do you think he will be scared, will he weep prettily?"
He laughed as he moved back to pick up his glass.
"Of course Gen'Pi can be his Jailer, a promotion, and he can do what he wants with his handsome sweet prisoner, I think Jelenis' incarceration will be pleasurable enough moaning under Gen each day, I wager he will even beg for it, having had a taste....do you not think?"
Sabre may not be a perfect warrior like Viola and Abigor, but he was a trickster, a deceiver and he had got his craft down to a fine artform. His wiles and his charm as well as his looks and body lured many into honeyed traps to their downfall. He was his mother's son.
Jelenis woke to the faint rays of the wintery sun filtering through his window, he stretched and gave a soft sigh of pleasure as he remembered the night before when Gen'Pi had been with him. His face flushed a little red and he felt tingly and warm as he recalled some of the things they had done...it created a strange tight feeling in his belly and he wriggled slightly and whimpered.
He so wanted to see Gen'Pi again today, he looked forward to his ride out with his friend, but not so much to what followed. It was evident that Master Abigor hated him, after all he had whipped him so very hard the day before and made him cry. It was Gen'Pi who made it all feel better though, he chewed his lip in secret delight at the thought.
He rose and started to wash and put on some clothes, he still felt a little stiff and awkward from the beating he had received, but he wanted to go out and be in the fresh air and go horse riding so very much, even though each bounce in the saddle would irritate his sore rear.
He brushed his raven hair and smiled briefly in the mirror as he turned to leave to go down to breakfast. He did not know that his father and Abigor would already be there waiting for him, having never slept the night before. He did not know that Demons did not need to sleep if they chose not to.
Abigor was melting to the lure of his King. It wasn't easy to keep his desire in check when every time their lips met all he could do was imagine them together. She shivered with delight and give his mouth over to Sabre.
His eyes didn't leave Sabre's as he wrapped his hands around the kings. Softly growling into the kiss. His pouting only made him that much more desirable. "I will detail everything for you. What I see you will see. I promise you. I cannot wait for tomorrow night. His humiliations, his pent up unfulfilled desire, his shame, his tears, and when he begs you for his freedom." He couldn't help but laugh evilly. "I think his fight will be more from his own imaginings then anything I will do."
He picked up his glass and sipped at the sweet liquid. "Yes pretty little tears of the half prince." He chuckled with Sabre.
The general's eyes lit up at Sabre's decision. "My how generous you are. Gen'pi deserves it, he has been a faithful servant. I am sure it will please him immensely. " He raised his glass to Sabre in a way of a toast.
Abigor smiled over the rim. He knew placing his faith in Sabre's return that the rewards for them all would be more than pleasing. Just thinking over the speech he was going to give that Halfling made him smile. His punishment would be to some a pleasure. But he would make sure there were times that whippings were given. The brat shouldn't get off as easily as he was. Abigor would like nothing then to rip him apart.
Flori woke and stretched in her bed. The memories of her night with Sabre still clear in her mind. She touched her stomach delicately. She smiled. Her baby. She was going to be a mother. Pushing herself up she saw Ana and Lui already up and about. They both smiled and gestured towards the window seat where her favorite sweet tea waiting. She sat down and enjoyed her view. The window opened slightly to let in the view.
Ana helped her get ready. Lui escorted her down to breakfast. When she entered she smiled at Sabre and nodded to Abigor. The memory of last night staining her cheeks.
"Good morning gentlemen. I trust you both had a pleasant evening?" She was completely unaware of what was going on between them. Flori was still a very insure soul and one that required consent reinforcement. Things will be very different for her once they left here. But, the King could rest knowing Ana and Lui would be taking over her once they returned. It was for the baby's sake. They would see to her every need and he could visit whenever he choose to.
Sabre smiled as he saw her and came to Flori, taking her hand he kissed it.
"Good morning my dear....I trust you slept well?"
He nodded to the boy as he walked in almost timidly as he saw Abigor.
"Good morning Jelenis.....come boy.....you scurry like a little mouse!" He said sharply.
He turned and nodded to Abigor.
"Master Abigor, perhaps you could outline the order of today as we prepare to go home." He mused.
Abigor had to excuse himself for a bit from Sabre. He needed to see Viola. Who was thrilled to return home. She was already in motion. She was briefed on the prince and Gen'pi and chuckled. She too begged her General for the details as well. She would delight in the downfall of the fifth and have it brought under King Sabre's rule.
He left her feeling better than the previous evening. He went and saw to Des and Mei, letting them both know and to get ready. Lastly, he went to Ana and Lui. He told them both and they were both pleased. Neither demon wanted the King's heir to be born within this realm.
"Ana is she well? Can she withstand the next few months?" Abigor cared not what happened to Flori, she was just the vessel that carried the King's heir. For this reason alone she was important.
"Yes General. I feel she will be fine and she could be used again. She had resolve this one. You might think of finding one for yourself you know. Your stock is needed too." She was not shy about her boys and Viola. All three were like her own children.
He chuckled, "Mmmmm, maybe one day Ana. One day." He kissed her cheek affectionately. Relieved the Queen would be able to make the trip safely.
He so one returned to Sabre's side and was at breakfast when the Wueen arrived as well as the Prince.
Sabre's statement made for a startling moment when both looked over at him. Abigor smiled and winked at Sabre. "Yes, well it is time for Our King to return home. There are pressing issues and with the coming of the heir it is best for us all to go together. Which leads me to today." She smiled wickedly and placed his hand on Jelenis' back. "I as well as Viola will be very busy. So Jelenis as much as it is a disappointment for you today your studies and sword class will be cancelled. I have asked Gen'pi to accompany you for the day." His smile held so many evil thoughts. Finally the fifth would be held accountable for what they did. He actually couldn't wait.
Jelenis did his best not to flinch when Abigor placed his hand on his back, but then he heard those words, like water to a thirsty man....there would be no lessons today, he could spend it all with Gen'Pi. His heart soared immensly and he managed a smile for the Master of the Sword.
"I am sorry not to practice today Master Abigor....but it will be good to spend it with Gen'Pi....my friend!" He emphasised the word 'friend'.
They all sat for breakfast and Jelenis could not get through his quick enough, he scraped up the last of the porridge from his bowl and looked expectantly to his father.
"May I be excused please Father?" He asked politely.
Sabre just waved his hand and the boy leapt from his seat, quickly moved to kiss his mother on the cheek, he turned and bowed to Sabre and Abigor was was gone. He pulled on his riding boots at the door and ignoring his sore body almost ran across the courtyard. He pulled open the stable door and the smell of hay and warm horse hit him and he smiled.
"Gen'Pi.....Gen'Pi.....where are you?" He called out in excitement.
"I have no lessons today....we can spend all day together!"
His body was tingling at the thought of it....especially after the touching they had done the night before and the kisses, Gen'Pi was so gentle and it felt so nice.
"Gen'Pi!" He called again.
Viola had a lot to do. She did not have breakfast with them. Instead opting to eat as she made her preparations. She went to the watchmen, knowing Abigor had already spoken to them made it easier but they would be the last to leave. Making sure to remove all traces of them ever being here. Next she had visited Gen'pi. He needed to ensure the travel back of the Night Stallions. Though he was experienced in doing this she had no real concerns.
She had been told that Bel and Tray were captured and entombed. Yet she could not shake this feeling that something was close. Something was following the sickening scent of the Prince. She would have loved nothing more than to slice his pretty little neck in front of the two demons. Let them watch as their weak prince crumbled before the tenth ring. But Abigor had forbid her from doing anything. So she held herself in check. He also forbid her from any contact with the whore...err...Queen. Which for now she would bid her time but soon they would be home. Soon the babe would be birthed, soon the Queen would no longer be needed. She smile wickedly.
Gen'pi was asleep he had worked the evening before when he heard the soft voice of his angel calling him. He stretched and called out to him. "Jelenis, I am here. I just woke up. Come join me while I eat." Gen'pi quickly pulled his breeches on but remand barefoot and shirtless. He took a bite of the succulent fresh fruit. He waited with a piece for Jelenis.
When the Prince entered his sleeping area he would find Gen'pi standing with a smile. "Good morning Jelenis. Care for a bite?" He offered the piece of fruit in his hand a soft smile played on his lips. "Then I will dress proper and if you think you can go riding we will go to our special place. I have to share another surprise with you there."
Gen'pi had asked Abigor to create a hot springs of sort. Which his Master did for him. It was as much for the corruption of the Prince as it was for Gen'pi's overwhelming desire to please Jelenis too. He knew once all was revealed Jelenis would be hurt, even mad, but he had to convince the Prince that he did truly care for him, loved him. Wanted him for his own.
Jelenis took the fruit shyly and placed it into his pretty mouth, enjoying the sweet flesh and juice.
He caught sight of Gen'Pis half naked form from beneath his lashes as he coyly lowered his eyes.
"I want to go riding." He said softly.
He looked about and saw Gen's clothes on a footstool, he bent over, his breeches tightening over his behind as he did so.
"Here is your shirt." He said as he straightened and turn back with an innocent smile.
He wanted to go back to that place with the snow and ice it had been very pretty.
Gen'pi smiled. He couldn't wait for tonight. He was going to make at least what he could special for Jelenis. He licked each one of his fingertips a bit seductively for the Prince's benefit.
"Then let me dress!" He took his tunic from the prince and leaned in giving him a quick peck on the lips and winking. He pulled the tunic on and fixed his breeches. He pulled his stockings on and his riding boots. "My overcoat is by the door." He casually remarked as he took Jelenis by the hand and gently led him towards his horse.
Gen'pi made quick work of saddling the two horses. He offered Jelenis a hand on his mount, Darkmane. Not that the Prince needed one just because he would use any excuse to touch him. He mounted his horse and led them out of the stable and out the gates. Heading towards their spot. It would be hard to control himself until they were back but it would be the sweetest torture he'd ever known.
The horses ambled along at a gentle pace and Jelenis was humming a tune quite sweetly, it felt so good to be outside in the crisp cold air. The place that Gen'Pi had taken him to the other day had been so very pretty, a secret quiet place, he wondered whether there would be anything like that back at his father's home.
"Gen'Pi." He asked looking over towards the handsome and virile looking stable hand.
"What is it like in the Tenth Ring? Is it like this?"
He stole sweet little glances towards Gen astride his large black horse and thought he looked quite magnificent.
Gen'pi smiled as his thought turned toward home. "It is very different there Jelenis. I know you were taken by your natural birth mother and never even stepped foot into the realms but just because it is different doesn't make it bad." He was trying to keep Jelenis from getting nervous about their upcoming move. Besides maybe we can convince Master Abigor and King Sabre to let us share a room." He winked playfully when he was able to catch his eye.
"Hey, come let's race there!" He said jovially. "First one their gets to ask the other to do or say anything the other wants!" He bucked his horse forward. But not too roughly he wanted Jelenis to win.
Jelenis spurred Darkmane forward not caring if the wilder pace was hard on his sore behind. He wanted to win, to ask Gen'Pi to do more things like last night.
He saw the black rump of the black horse in front of him, he leaned lower down on his horse's neck and urged him forward.
He over took Gen'Pi and made it to the glade first and gave a triumphant laugh.
He slid off the horse as Gen trotted up.
"I won!" He said breathlessly.
"I want you to kiss me like you did last night!"
He leaned against a tree, his silvery eyes bright and needful as he watched Gen'Pi dismount.
He couldn't help but laugh as he coughs up and dismounted. "You did win! But, Jelenis I was going to kiss you like I did last night and more..." He raised his eyebrow and smiled. As he spoke he approached the tree and leaned over the Prince. He pressed his growing need against is innocent love. Gen'pi's mouth captured Jelenis' and his thumb pressed softly on his chin trying to gain access.
He pulled his mouth away reluctantly. "Ask me something else Jelenis. Ask me something even if you are not sure how to..." The stable lads hands began to wonder to the Princes hips pulling him into his body. "There must be something you want of me....surely more than these kisses?" He once dipped his head and captured Jelenis's lips with his own. Slowly and expertly caressing him.
Jelenis flushed heatedly as Gen'Pi expertly worked his mouth in that kiss and his hands touched him in ways that made him wriggle and whimper softly. They broke apart and Jelenis lowered his eyes as his Gen looked at him.
"I don't know." He whispered.
"I like all the things you have taught me about so far, can we do those things....and perhaps you can teach me something else." He asked sweetly.
He was so innocent and so very much under Gen'Pis thrall in these matters, trusting the Stable Hand in everything they did. If Gen'Pi told him to remove his clothes he shyly did, If the Stable Hand instructed him to do something he did it without question.
Gen'Pi was the teacher and for once since he had been here Jelenis was the willing pupil...Gen'Pi did not tell him off for anything, though he wondered what it might be like...perhaps one day, he might be naughty on purpose to see.
"What are we going to learn today Gen'Pi?" Then something odd caught his eye a little way off, a shimmer and puff of steam.
"What is that?" He asked pointing towards what the demon would know was the hot spring pool he asked for.
Gen'pi smiled as so many emotions washed over the Prince's sweet face. He took his hand and kissed the palm and brought it to the area the Prince would know as a person's heart. He saw a bit of mischief cross the Princes face and he wondered what the lad was thinking. It must be something delicious.
When Jelenis pointed to the area where Abigor created the hot spring he grinned! Yes! His master came through and rather splendidly!
"That is a hot spring! Come on let's go in..." Gen'pi tugged softly on Jelenis' hand and brought him closer to the spring. The steam rose and it was almost balmy. Gen'pi let go of Jelenis' hand and began to remove his clothing. "Would you like to see me again without my clothes on?" He teased the Prince for he knew he only had a small glance of him last night.
"I would love to see you without any clothes. Will you show me yourself Jelenis?" Gen'pi's voice was husky and his breathing was noticeably heavy. "I am aching to but remember what we did last night? We can do that in here and a little more...if we remove all our clothes. We could experiment and see if you like my touch." He winked at the Prince.
His clothes removed he stood before the Prince. Not shy at all about his nakedness. Yet he didn't become overly aggressive to Jelenis either. He knew he had to wait for this evening so he would. Gen'pi would just tease the Prince now. He needed to get Jelenis so heated he would let Gen'pi ravish him in his room. "Come on Jelenis we can just sit in the water...we can do whatever you want. Today is your day." The stable lad was obviously attracted to the Prince he could not hid that but he could retain himself. He wanted Jelenis to come to him willingly, he did not want to force himself onto him.
Jelenis glanced shyly at Gen'Pi and then his eyes widened a little as he took the Stable Hand in fully.
He slowly took his clothes and and allowed himself to be led into the spring, he instantly submerged himself up to his neck.
He was shy still but he wanted to learn and do the things that Gen whispered. His hair became slick and close to his head, his pale skin flushed and pink by the heat of the pool.
"No-one will see us will they?" He asked concern creasing his handsome brow.
Gen'pi slipped in right after and he let the hot water cover most of him. He scooped up some loose snow and laughingly tossed it in the air and let it fall softly on them. "I am positive no body will come here. They are so busy getting ready to go home even Master Abigor had mentioned something to me last night. No he didn't see me leave your room, he called for me. Like if he wanted me right now he would call and I can hear him in my mind. I cannot do that, but you will one day be able too." He tossed some more snow hoping to make the Prince feel more at ease.
"So no they won't come they will call for me if they want us." He winked and then dunked himself all the way under and came up splashing about playfully. "Isn't this amazing! This is what I wanted you to see. We have these at home. I cannot wait for us to go. You will love it there with me."
He eased up and leaned all the way back the water just covering his modesty. The cold air and the steam making it seem surreal.
Jelenis relaxed a little and laughed as Gen'Pi threw the snow, he splashed some water at him.
"They have pools like this where my father comes from?"
He drifted a little closer to Gen'Pi, coyly and averting his eyes timidly from Gen, almost like a half tamed animal.
"So what now?" He said softly, desperately wanting Gen to kiss him again.
Gen'pi smiled. "Yes, King Sabre does. They are even more lovely than this. If you can imagine that!" He laughed as Jelenis splashed back at him. "This is fun, no?" he wanted to tell the Prince of his true feelings. How much he cared for him...loved him...desired to be his first...but he was also afraid to tell him.
Yet he noticed Jelenis drifting closer. The look in his eyes was not to be mistaking. His softly and innocently asked question had Gen'pi breathing heavy. Now what...indeed Gen'pi asked himself.
"Jelenis I am going to kiss and touch you...I hope you know what you mean to me, this isn't just because of your title. I want you... I want to be yours and you mine. Will you let me touch you more? I want you to feel pleasure from my touch, do you?" As he spoke he moved closer to Jelenis too, until his hands were caressing his most sensitive parts with his expert hands.
Jelenis lost everything in that moment, he did not know how long they remained in the enveloping warmth of the pool because all he knew was wave after wave of such pleasure he had not even realised existed. Each touch drew a soft little gasp or a long deeper whimper, such feelings built up in him, he could not explain them.
"I want you to Gen!" He said in a deeper gasp as the Stable Hand touched him again bringing about such unimaginable feelings, the Prince had never experienced such things before.
"I want to be yours...and I do feel so many things when you touch me...I cannot explain them all."
He closed his silvery eyes and tilted his head back, lips slightly parted in a soft moan as he experienced another deeply intense feeling at his lover's hands.
Sabre watched as Flori finished her breakfast and he smiled at her.
"It is exciting to be going home at last, I am sure you will love it there....won't she Abigor?" He said with a bright amused grin.
Today was going to be good, the final preparations for going back to the Tenth Ring were being made, the Prince would suffer his downfall tonight and return to the Tenth as a shamed prisoner. Poor Jelenis was suddenly going to find things very hard, locked up in a prison cell, though a comfortable one, his lover to be his jailer. To have such a perfect moment only to have it all come crashing down on him.
He, Himself would formally be crowned king, and the crown that once graced his father's head would now sit upon his. He had also done his duty and created an heir, though he prayed the child would be male, a successor...women never took the throne in the Rings. Should a daughter be born, once of age she would be married to a rich noble, or maybe a general.
Then there would be the first night with Abigor in the King's private quarters. He was nervous and full of anticipation at the same time. 'Gor would be exacting in what he desired and Sabre had signed his rights away in the bedroom...Abigor would be his master in that space, not like out in public where Sabre was Lord and Master of all.
Gen'pi moaned with him. It was enough to just simply awaken the Prince to these feeling. His touch was for Jelenis only. Not for him, not yet anyway. There'd be time enough for that. Simply having the taste of his love on his lips was enough for now.
"I know what you mean Jelenis. You made me so very happy...You are mine and I am yours. Your beautiful body, your gentle eyes, and your love will all be mine as I will give you all of me. I will bring you pleasure every day. We will be one soon."
His lips claimed Jelenis' and trailed down his neck, chest and body. He easily lifted the Prince to let him experience something even more delightful. His tongue explored, teased, and touched.
The sounds of the water gently splashing and their pleasure could be heard but known where close enough. The cold air and the hot steam blanketed them in a thick fog. Gen'pi felt as if for this moment they were truly all alone and he wanted to bring the Prince to a point of no return.
After a short while Jelenis pulled back from Gen'Pi, breathless and flushed and he looked to the horses, and then up at the dark clouds that were gathering.
"We should get dressed and go back."He said softly.
It was difficult to draw back from what they had been doing but he supposed their secret could go on and on, his father did not ever need to know about it, nor mother....and Abigor seemed to be keeping quiet.
"It looks like there is going to be a snow storm Gen'Pi and I would rather be at home warm and safe than caught out here half clad." He said sweetly.
"Perhaps we can get some mulled wine from the kitchen to warm us....and something to eat."
Flori smiled back at Sabre as he spoke. His voice was different when he spoke of returning, it was softer. She was to be honest a bit frightened. Where was this tenth ring? Surely not here. But she just kept her smile and nodded.
Abigor grinned. He too could not wait. "Yes Queen Flori you will be pleased with your new home. Your every want will be cared for but I will warn you now..." He took on a mocking tone and tilted his head forward as he raised his eyebrows. "With your beauty many an incubus and succubus will want you, desire you, lure you...Queen though you are, just be wary for they can be quite cunning. Remember your place, only your King and any he may wish to allow should touch your flesh." With that he winked at her and a low growl emanated from his chest.
To her it would seem as if he was attracted to her...desired her. Truth was the general was only teasing on that part. Not the warning he gave. The devious creatures within the tenth would love nothing more than to lure the mortal Queen with sweet words and then lay with her. This would have her disgraced. For she was to only lay with Sabre and any he allowed to share that with.
Flori sat still a shiver of fear went down her spine. But she steeled her will. She loved Sabre and would never disobey him. Had he not already request this very thing of her? The Queen had no intention of bedding anyone but Sabre. Especially now. She got her courage to speak up somehow. "You will not need to worry about me Lord Abigor, my love for Sabre overpowers all honeyed words." She looked at her husband and smiled softly as she heard the general chuckle.
Abigor spoke in the demons silent tongue to his King. "She is a spitfire, I will give her that. Maybe she could be given a pet of sorts if she makes it through the delivery. Her loyalty to you when your power is strong in her is second to only myself. Once in the ring it will be all consuming. Yes, you made a wise choice to breed her. Perhaps........" He trailed off not speaking the devious words he was thinking.
He was after all a demon and he would still spar with his King. Though outside their room he would always uphold his word. Do his bidding. Protect him to his death. Never would he sidestep that nor would he ever belittle the king. Outside that door Sabre was master of all and as such Abigor gave him his due. But...teasing would go on...and Abigor couldn't help himself as his chuckle turned to laughter. "I wonder what it would be like to have my own offspring. Be a shame to lock her away when she seems to have so many talents..."
He winked scandalously but playfully at Sabre.
The general stood and bowed graciously. "If my King and Queen will excuse me I would like to check that all is running smoothly." He picked up a black berry and popped it in his mouth, waiting for Sabre to give him his leave.
Sabre merely smiled at Abigor's words.
"So now my season is spent this time round..your interest in me already wanes." He purred in the General's mind.
"All that talk of having and wanting....was just for show hmmm....perhaps I will have to spend my nights in my queen's chamber after all."
He was part incubus after all and knew his craft very well and he knew just how to torment the General. He smiled to Flori and reached over to gently stroke her hand.
"Mind not Abigor love....he likes to scare pretty little Queens with his words of warning....I know you love me alone....and soon you will love our child."
He looked up and smiled sweetly almost to the General...treating him as if he had almost forgotten he was standing there.
"Oh...Yes...Abigor....you may go....I am sure you have much to do....probably planning on wooing your own love when you get back home....begetting your own heir like I had to get mine?"
His voice teased through the General's mind.
"You want to play games of teasing with an Incubus 'Gor? I will win hands down every time."
One may have thought the general would be upset...angry over the way the King turned it all around. Then one would be wrong. He knew Sabre all too well and his answer and seemingly absent dismissal of Abigor only caused the General to let out a bellow of laughter. He smirked at the King.
Silently he replied, "Tsk, tsk Sabre....you think me that fickle! For shame your jealousy mimics your wife. But it is good to know that you wish not to share me." He could not stop laughing.
When he sobered up some he smile lingering. "You are right my King. Shame not to have one so that one day ours can be as close friends as we have been." He was being insolent. But he couldn't stop. It was as if the teasing brought out the memories from their younger days.
He would have love to stay but he did have much to do.
Flori loved the feel of Sabre's touch. She covered his hand with her own. Blushing softly the Queen nodded. "Thank you love. I will never forsake you."
"Very good to know Queen Flori." Abigor gave a knowing look and a soft growl to Sabre.
Gen'pi looked up at the gathering clouds. "You are right Jenelis. Let's get back before the storm breaks." He lifted himself out of the water and turned to give Jelenis a hand. "I like that idea a lot. Would you like it in your room?" He didn't dry off foregoing it and putting his clothes hurriedly back on.
He felt amazing being here. He couldn't wait for later when Jelenis would give himself to him completely.
"Maybe we can have a sweet too. I think we can get some Ana!" He laughed happily.
Jelenis dried himself off roughly with his jacket and put his clothes on, shivering a little. Darkmane was already dancing on his hooves unhappy by the ensuing storm.
"That sounds nice...food in my room....mulled wine and some of that roast fowl and spiced cake...if cook lets us." He swung up into the saddle and looked wistfully back at the pool.
What they had been doing had felt so good.
"C'mon....let's go." He cried over the rising wind.
Sabre smiled wryly as Abigor departed.
"Who knows 'Gor she might bear a daughter and you can have yourself a wife if I consent." He smirked using the silent language.
He turned to Flori.
"You need to go up with Ana and Lui and oversee the packing of your things my love....as do I." He said softly.
"Can you do that for me?"
He rose with one final kiss on her cheek and stalked towards the door to go to his study to start packing anything he wanted to take with him, it would not be much. He glanced to the window, a storm was coming, which would make it all the better, it would help wipe any trace of them ever being here.
The idea of spending the rest of the afternoon with Jelenis in his room was exciting. They could tell stories, maybe play some straighty card games, and do some more exploring of each other.
gen'pi couldn't help but follow the Princes gazes back to the water. It had been lovely.
"Yes let's go." His voice held a level of concern. Gen'pi dug his heels in gently and urged his horse forward.
The wind was whipping as the courtyard was coming into view.
Jelenis led Darkmane into the stable and helped to unsaddle him as Gen'Pi unsaddled his own horse. He picked up some hay and wiped the glossy white coat down of any snow or wetness. He had seen Gen'Pi feed the horses before and he put some feed into the manger for Darkmane too and fetched some water. He wanted to show that he could be useful too.
His body was tingling though, thoughts of what Gen'Pi did coursed through his mind, it was all he could think about and he felt a little guilty about that. Guilty too, that they were going to his room too to eat and play games when perhaps he should be helping his mother.
Abigor had said though that he would be better occupied spending time with Gen'Pi than getting in the way of the house's moving plans. They walked to the kitchen with each other and Mei smiled sweetly at them and furnished the pair with a tray. Upon it was roast fowl and buttery potatoes, fresh cheese and bread, lush fruit in a bowl, spiced cake with plump sultanas and a bottle of red wine as well as two tankards of mulled wine too.
"That should keep you going for a bit my prince." She smiled,winking at Gen'pi, she had added a little something to the Prince's tankard to further lower his inhibitions and relax him.
At least that would make it really easy for Gen'Pi to show this upstart enemy brat his place.
Once inside his room, they set the tray down, the fire had been stoked well and was roaring in the fireplace, making the room warm and cosy, candles had been lit to chase off the darkness of the ensuing storm.
Jelenis shivered a little, his clothes were slightly damp from the spring.
"Do you mind if I undress and put my night robe on?" He asked Gen.
"I am feeling a little bit cold."
Viola was waiting for Abigor upon his arrival to the study. "Viola what a lovely surprise. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Her laughter was tight. "Were you with them?" She sneered just thinking of the Mortal Queen.
"I was. You really should have been there. The Prince couldn't get out to the stable fast enough. Gen'pi will not have any trouble with the brat this evening. I will let you all enjoy his moment of anguish too." He smiled over at the hardened demon. He could feel her energy. It was tumultuous.
Her eyes glared. He just stared at her.
"Why are you here Viola?"
"Abigor. What will happen upon our return? You know the fifth will not just lie down and surrender. Do we have a plan?"
"I will advise you of our strategies upon our return Viola. Rest assured I have been fortifying our forces. They are weakened but no you are right they will come at us with everything they have. But, they do not have you, nor myself. They are also without a dominant leader. I have full confidence we will bring them down."
Abigor was confident. It wouldn't be easy but the tenth now held their would be king prisoner. They finally had the upper hand.
"You are excused Viola." He nodded respectfully.
Viola smiled. Feeling secure that her General was already prepared.
Gen'pi grinned. "I didn't know you could tend your own horse. I am impressed!" His voice was complimentary. "Let me tell Marrik I will out the rest of the day so the fire stays lit."
In the demonic language we spoke with a rather swarthy looking older man. Who leered at Jelenis and kept licking his lips. Gen'pi said something in an obvious sharp tone making the other demon quickly look down and mumble a reply. Gen'pi nodded and with a smile took Jelenis' hand and lead them out the stable.
Once in the kitchen Gen'pi took the tray and winked at Mei. "Thank you m'lady."
He followed Jelenis up to his room and they set everything up. He looked over as Jelenis spoke and he nodded. "Sure go right ahead." Gen'pi shivered too. "Would it bother you if I laid my things to dry by the fire? I'll use a bathing sheet to cover up."
Gen'pi didn't wait and kicked his boots off. His tunic tossed over. A nearby chair. He was already sliding his pants down. All while he stood in front of the fire. It cast a lovely glow over his skin. As he pulled a bathing sheet around his lower half. "Jelenis a toast?" He looked over towards the window and the tiny snowflakes began to fall. "To a wonderful day and an even better night., he held his cup of mulled wine up took a sip and leaned in to softly kiss the Prince. It was a gentle lovers kiss. No demands...but also let his lover know he longed to lay with him as one.
Jelenis averted his eyes as Gen'Pi undressed, still a little unused to the Stable Hand's free way with regards to his body. Though he stole small glances and responded to the kiss with a smile. He picked up his tankard unaware it was laced with something Mei had concocted and took a sip feeling the warm spicy liquid slip smoothly to his stomach. He glanced at the tankard, it was delicious he took another longer sip and set it down. He removed his own clothes and reached for his nightshirt and slipped it on, and come back to the fire and his tankard and settled on the rug at the fireplace looking up at Gen.
He could not help but drink more of the mulled wine, liking the way it warmed his body and made him feel slightly dizzy. He stretched out and a long smooth leg was revealed from beneath the shirt as he did so.
"The mulled wine is very good Gen." He said in a soft dreamy voice.
"Are you going to stand or are you going to come and sit on the rug with me?" He said with a sweet laugh.
What did Mei put in the cup! It was already working. Gen'pi couldn't help but chuckle right back. "I guess I was lost in your beauty Jelenis. The way the fire makes your hair shine does things to me. I feel as though I cannot keep my hands off you." The stable lad slid down on the rung next to the Prince he hand softly caressing Jelenis' thigh, up over his backside, and right up his back. His touch although still gentle was much more aggressive in his exploration.
"The mulled wine is very good." He also took another sip. "Mei makes it the best. But....shhhh...don't let Des know I said that." He teased a little. Winking to kind of keep the Prince a little off balance. "Do you like Mei or Des Jelenis?" He rolled over to his side and let his leg come up to just barely touch Jelenis. "I mean like when you look at them do you wish they would kiss you like I do?" His voice was just above a whisper. His one arm supporting his head the other circling the rim of his wine goblet. His eyes staring into Jelenis'. "I am a bit older then you Jelenis so I will be honest I have done some...err...kissing with them as well but if you ask me to only kiss you then I won't do it with them anymore. Or anyone." He was saying kissing but he meant so much more. Gen'pi wasn't sure if the Prince really understood what he meant. "I don't want you to kiss anyone but me Jelenis. If I catch you the whipping Abigor gave you will pale in comparison." He leaned in closer his eyes took on a hazy look.
Gen'pi wanted to claim the Prince as his. HE knew he would still need permission of course. But once Sabre took over his ring who cared what became of Jelenis? Well he did and he wanted him. And Gen'pi wasn't willing to share this prize...not yet anyway.
Jelenis drank more of the spiced wine and he looked at Gen'Pi quite seriously.
"They are pretty but I don't want to kiss them." He flushed bright red as Gen'Pi spoke to him, his touch was More firm this time.
"I don't like to think of you doing what you do with me with them." He pouted prettily.
"I have only ever kissed you!"
Then Gen threatened to punish him if he did and he felt very heated in his cheeks.
"I won't!" He giggled.
"Good cause I don't want to have to whip you. But I will!" He laughed though there was an underlining seriousness to his tone. "I won't kiss anyone you don't want me to Jelenis." Gen'pi scooted closer, he moved the wine away and quickly grabbed the fruit. He began to offer it to Jelenis. "Here try some."
He held a few strawberries in his hand and offered it to the Prince. His hazy look becoming even more so. He was aching to touch the prince. He was in pain with the leave of his desire. He feared as soon as they become one he wouldn't be able to make it long. He was so in love with Jelenis and it made him happy to hear the Prince's innocent answers.
The coloring of his cheeks was noticed too. Perhaps the Prince would like a soft punishment. He was in pain yet he could not help but began to tease the Prince. "Jelenis, if I promised to caress you afterwards would you let me punish you a little when you are naughty?" His voice was husky with desire.
Flori looked over at Sabre after Abigor left. "He seemed so much more congenial today." She smiled. "I know he was probably testing me, right?" She looked over at Sabre face. His handsome face. His lithe body. He was more than perfect.
"Sabre, your home. I can live there? I mean being mortal and all?" She was unsure how it works. "Will I ever be able to come back to this?" She gestured around her. She would never leave him but she didn't understand how it all worked or even how she would get there. Once there could she leave? And what would become of her there? So many questions. Her eyes formed the tiniest of tears.
"Sabre I know I am not perfect. But I promise I will do everything to make you happy. You will not leave me right?" Still so insecure.
Jelenis chewed his lip, his brows furrowed as if thinking.
"I am never naughty, not on purpose anyway." He said in a sweetly innocent voice.
"What do you mean by punishing me....would it be like what Abigor did or like when my momma used to when I was smaller?"
He reached out to take the strawberries, pushing the lush berry between his lips and savouring its sweetness, confusion etched on his pretty features.
He wriggled closer to Gen'Pi to take another strawberry, the stable hand would be able to feel the heat of his skin now.
Sabre smiled at Flori.
"Darling...would I take you anywhere where you would not be safe? It matters not that you are mortal...yes it might be a little more difficult for you, but you would have your own personal guard as well as living in the lap of pure luxury." He said softly.
"As for coming back to this Plane....you might find that you never want to...but if I permit it...it would be possible."
He was amused by her first statement about Abigor.
"He is protective of me love.....it is his role....it would be remiss of him if he was not....he just wants to make sure that you know what dangers you might face from possible enemies."
Just as she turned to leave he caught her hand.
"Flori Darling would you check on Jelenis in a bit and make sure he has packed what he wants....apparently he is back from his ride and in his room." He said softly.
What Sabre said made sense. She had not thought of it in this light. Actually Flori should be thankful he did such a thing. That he was loyal to Sabre. In truth her husband could not have a better protector than his General. Something akin to jealousy stirred in her chest. Really she had no reason to be jealous of Abigor... Sabre loved her not his general.
Flori smiled and tried to hide a yawn. She was tired.
"Of course. He must be excited to be returning." Another yawn. "I will have Ana wake me in a bit and check on the sweet boy. I am sure he will have forgotten something. Boys always do." She smiled down at his hand in hers. The thought of Abigor wanting Sabre were becoming real. What if he did, Sabre wouldn't now that he married her. She was giving him a heir after all. Still Flori could not wash away the fact that she felt their was more between the King and his General.
"I will check on Jelenis right after my nap love."
As she was talking when Ana arrived by her side. Flori didn't even see or hear her. But smiled at the older demon. The women was quickly becoming Flori's savior.
Gen'pi let his thumb trail over Jelenis' lower lip. "Well we could pretend you were naughty." He voice was getting husky. "I would not punish you like Mater Abigor." He shook his head and let his hand go up the Princes exposed thigh. "Nor like your mother."
He pressed his grip harder on Jelenis. "You might like mine better." As he spoke he came in close. So close his lips met Jelnis. And he pushed him back against to floor. Pressing himself into Jelenis. His kiss was deep,
Jelenis whimpered as he was pressed back to the rug, his body held down by Gen'Pi as the stable hand worked the Prince's mouth quite aggressively in that kiss. It was not a sound of fear more of surprise and enjoyment. He felt so warm and his mind a little hazy and dizzy, but it felt pleasurable and he felt like he was not in his own body.
Gen's body against his own felt hard and muscular, dominating and demanding, he wriggled slightly in an attempt to free himself and speak.
"Gen!" he gasped.
"What if someone comes in?"
His nightshirt had ridden up over his thighs to his waist and he felt oddly exposed and vulnerable and acutely aware of his inexperience. He had never done anything quite like this before, not half naked in his bedroom on the rug with someone that was obviously more well versed in what they wanted.
"What are we going to do...stuff like the other night?" He tried to smooth down his clothing in an attempt at modesty...there was a tinge of uncertainty in his voice.
In his uncertainty the Angelic power took some control once more, realising what he was doing was not what he should be doing. What if someone walked in...what if he was seen like this, his father would have him punished for months and he would likely never be allowed to see Gen'Pi again.
Sabre communicated silently with Abigor, impatient for news.
"Does Gen'Pi progress....is it happening yet?" He spoke urgently in his General's mind.
If Flori took a nap she would miss everything, she would not be the one to discover her precious son's sin. It was so absolute her belief that he could be her adopted son, she loved him, cared for him...genuinely cared for him. To catch him so compromised....doing something so....naughty....so what a mother should not see her son doing....it would be so much the better. The shame and guilt on Jelenis' pretty face, being caught under Gen'Pi by his 'momma' and the man he was quite frankly terrified of would be delicious.
"Please tell me it is 'Gor....way lay Flori on the way to her room....discover them....communicate to Gen'Pi to do this and now!"
Having been so close to Jelenis for so many years he could sense the Half Blood's sudden apprehension. Gen'Pi had to press this whilst he still had hold of him, could still sway him to it.
Gen'pi stopped. He held Jelenis and watched as he tried to cover himself. The stable lad backed up completely. He sat up not even trying to hide his attraction. "Jelenis? I thought?" He hesitated with pain and hurt in his voice. "I -I - I thought you wanted it, me too?" He looked away clearly upset. "Are you ashamed of me?" He moved further away. Feeling a cut in his stomach, like a knife pierced him.
The Prince was nervous. This was new to him...he understood but something else was interfering. Something that was stronger than Gen'pi. But, oddly Gen'pi loved Jelenis. Not in the casual kind. He loved him as one would a partner. A life mate. But he had lived many years and tried many things. Jelenis hasn't had many seasons. But it still hurt. It hurt deeply that he was more concerned with someone finding out then wanting to tell everyone that he cared for him. Still the outcast. Still....even Jelenis the half Prince cast him to the side...worthless.
He turned slightly away. "I get it Jelenis. You are the Prince. I just work the stable, I was a fool. Sorry you won't have to worry. I shan't bother you any longer." His voice filled with pain he didn't try to hide. He thought with Jelenis it was different. He thought he finally found someone. Perhaps Master Abigor was right...he was the only one who truly cared for him. He was breathing a little heavy. His heart filled with pain.
Abigor heard him and replied right away... "Gen'pi is experiencing resistance but he is playing the boy. Using his own ploy against him. It will happen shortly King." The General wasted no time in moving forward. "I am on my way to your Queen's side. I am letting Gen'pi know it is time."
He left the study headed towards the Queen. As he moved Abigor reached out to Gen'pi. His silent command was fierce. "Now Gen! NOW! You must take his innocence. I do not care if you force your will upon him, just take it. I will be bringing his mother along shortly." His growl could be heard by those nearby. "Do not disappoint me!"
He passed Viola and nodded on his way to the Queen. So much was riding on this. He trusted Gen'pi. Knew the stable lad no matter how much he loved Jelenis would not disobey. Besides the Prince was confused, if Gen played his hand right things would go smoothly. Jelenis's resistance was only natural.
Jelenis looked ashamed and he chewed his lip anxiously feeling terrible that he had upset Gen'Pi, his Gen.
"Gen...no.....I just feel scared....this is different to the things we have done.....I ....I....do love you!" He said, his voice trembling.
He moved back to the Stable Hand and reached out to touch him lightly.
"Please do not be cross.....I do not care about your status...I want what you want....I am just so nervous....please don't be cross with me...you teach....I learn......show me.....please.....I want you too." He said tearfully terrified Gen 'Pi would go.
He slowly pulled Gen'Pi back towards him, pushing his nightshirt back a little to where it had been.
"I am sorry Gen...Sorry for being naughty and upsetting you." He whispered.
Gen'pi hesitated. "OH Jelenis you don't need to say you're sorry. I know this is frightening. I just...I just... Confusing, I know it is." A shiver went through him as he heard Master Abigor's command. He closed his eyes for a moment and told his master to come by it would be very soon. Gen'pi also felt his heart grow heavy. Letting his hand caress the side of Jelenis' face he spoke softly. "Jelenis, I love you too. Very, very much. But you need to listen to me, no matter what happens you have to remember I love you."
Gen'pi leaned back in and gathered the young Prince in his embrace. It was powerful. No longer tender. He was given the okay and he wasn't holding back. He quickly removed the bed sheet from his waist and next Jelenis' nightshirt. He kissed him tenderly and whispered words of love as he guided the Prince.
He was tender yet urgent. Demanding yet coaxing. Letting the Prince do what he wanted as well. When he could wait no more he whispered more words of love and tenderness as he claimed something so very precious. The beauty of the moment almost making him weep with joy.
Jelenis gave a soft sob of pain as Gen claimed what he desired, it hurt a little at first but then was not so very bad. He just did as Gen'pi instructed and closed his eyes and bit his lip. It was odd, different but he knew Gen'pi desired it very much and the stablehand spoke sweet words of encouragement to him.
How long would it last? He was scared, he felt hot, and uncertain...part of him enjoyed it.....part of him hurt.
He gave a soft cry and then another....a mix of pain and pleasure.
Flori smiled at Sabre. "I will head to my room now love. Later I will check on Jelenis." She began to walk towards the stairs that lead to her bed chamber. She looked back a few times and blow him a kiss or two smiling. He always knew how to make her feel better.
Just as she approached the stairs Sabre would see Abigor approaching. Maybe even hear him speak before the door closed.
"My Queen." Abigor smiled and for him it was about as friendly as it would get. "Let me assist you." He took her arm in his and slowly led her up the stairs. He was keenly aware of every move going on in the Princes room. "I hope you will enjoy our home. You know Ana and Lui will make you very comfortable. As well as try to help you get accustom to our ways." He patted her arm in a friendly gesture.
Flori at first reluctantly took his arm. She was still guarded with him. Although he smiled to her it was still a bit scary and a shiver coursed through her. Yet he was talking as if they were old friends. She slowly relaxed. "I cannot wait Lord Abigor. It will be completely new and after the baby comes I will have much to explore."
He smiled and nodded. "Yes Queen Flori, you will. I will also see that you have one of the best soldiers by your side so nothing befalls you. " They were approaching the corridor where the bedchambers where. Jelenis' room was just up ahead. Abigor opened himself so Sabre could see and feel everything he did. The Rune glowed brightly.
"My Queen care if we stop to check on Jelenis? It will be but a moment." He nodded and guided her towards the bedroom. He did not wait for her to reply. Instead speaking only to Sabre. "My King are you ready? We are almost there, what I see you will see..."
Flori nodded her confirmation. "Yes, Sabre wanted me to check on him. Perhaps it best to do so now." The Queen let him guide her to Jelenis' door.
Abigor removed his arm form the Queen's and without knocking quietly opened the door. He knew the scene which was unfolding. He felt it the moment Gen'pi took it. He waited until Flori got her baring's. Letting Sabre witness the whole scene.
Flori gasped! "OH!" She turned several shades of red. "JELENIS!!" She exclaimed. Going a little weak Abigor caught her. "Jelenis nooooooooo." She cried before she completely blacked out. Abigor smiled this was more than he could have hoped for.
With a roar he swooped Flori up and placed her on the bed. In one bound of growling fury he ripped the two apart. His demon eyes glowed and his nails seemed to grow into claws. "GEN'PI! OUT NOW!!! GET TO YOUR ROOM IMMEDIATELY!!!!"
Gen'pi was shaking he was frozen by the shock. He knew it was coming but...but...
He filched when Abigor grabbed them and tore them apart. He cried out in shock and pain. He softly cried "Jelenis, I am sorry."
Abigor hit the stable boy across the face and sent him backwards. This time his voice was low and menacing. "I told you to get out of here, don't make me repeat myself."
The general turned to Jelenis. He had picked up the boys night shirt and tossed it over to him. "Put this on. For the underworld cover yourself!" His voice disgusted. "A stable hand! You let him mount you! Do you not know your place? Bastard!" He roughly jerked Jelenis' neck and half carried him out of the room and to Sabre's study.
He growled the entire way. Flinging the study door open and tossing the boy into the room. "Excuse me M'Lord. But it appears we have a wrinkle in our return home." Abigor turned to the shaking figure. "Would you care to explain what I walked in upon or shall I Prince?" His voice was a leer to the Prince. His eyes looked at him as if he was worthless.
It had been too perfect, Sabre had seen it all through Abigor's eyes, what Jelenis and Gen'Pi had been doing, Flori's fainting...it had all been very delicious. As his study door banged open he set down the book he had been reading, an old habit, which he greatly enjoyed. He looked suitably shocked as Jelenis was thrown into the room followed by an outraged Abigor. The boy looked absolutely terrified, ashamed and terrified half to death.
"What is the meaning of this?" He said softly, rising from his chair.
"Jelenis....are you going to tell me or do I need to hear it from Abigor?"
Jelenis just lay sobbing on the carpet in front of Sabre's desk, unable to formulate words.
Sabre looked to Abigor.
"My son seems distraught Lord Abigor...perhaps you might explain what is happening to me?"
Abigor lowered his head to the cower boy. He made a sound of disgust and returned his view to Sabre. Keeping within the act they were playing out he let his claw like nails click against a wooden chair in front of him. "It appears your son is no better than a common whore." He spat the words out in a fury.
"He was moaning under the hands of his so called friend, Gen'pi, MY STABLEHAND!" She raged for the effect. "Not him mounting the stable boy mind you King. The stable boy MOUNTING him! I cannot begin to explain the shock your poor loving wife had to witness such a display! She fainted...I had to catch her for fear of her coming into harm." He slowly let his rage subside and with just disgust in his voice continued.
"Even after we entered they did not stop! I had to rip them apart. So great was his need to act like a sweet little whore, he moaned under the stable boy..." He stopped and his face was strew in mocked anger. "He does not know his place King. He is of no use to us."
Abigor finish his tirade. He perform flawlessly. Didn't wink, smile, or smirk at the King. Less Jelenis would notice. "Shall I leave you two alone?" He said in a more calmed voice but still had traces of his edginess. "Maybe go check on your Queen?"
Sabre's face was unreadable like stone as Abigor relayed what had happened.
"I wish you to stay General. There is nothing I say here that will be hidden or kept from you as my Protectorate." He said icily.
He looked down at the trembling form of the half blood prince.
"You are not my son....I wanted you to think you were, I had hoped to unite the Rings and stop a war by claiming you were."
Jelenis turned his silvery tearful eyes to Sabre.
"I don't understand!" He sobbed.
"I thought by taking in the orphaned Prince of the Fifth I could unite the Rings, but you have shamed yourself....shamed me....shamed my house......distressed my wife who wanted to love you as a good mother might."
He came closer to stand over the young man.
"You have proved yourself to be nothing more than a wanton slut.....I should just sell you to a brothel in the Tenth.....but I will observe the accords, you status will be a prisoner of war....you will have no Liberty...but will be incarcerated....I have decided Abigor will be your Jailer.....he sees you for what you are!"
The sobs increased, the boy did not beg or question....he just cried.
"Lord Abigor....get him out of my sight.....check on my wife.....then report back to me!"
He turned and went back to the desk and picked up his book and continued to read.
Abigor only then allowed a smile. A cruel, unforgiving smile. With his boot he tapped the boy's side a bit roughly. "Get up!" He jerked the neck of the nightshirt. He didn't wait he half dragged the poor boy through the Fortress. Into the cage, he half threw him and slammed the door closed. His purple eyes glowed...his runes glowed...his hatred for Jelenis maximized.
"Did you think all those years of forcing your weak demands would go unpunished? Hmmm?" His voice a soft evil hiss. "Did you Jelenis? Did you not think one day the tenth would come for you?" His claws came out and he wrapped them against the bars of the cage. His shape slowly turned and gave the Prince a glimpse of his demon form. It was truly a frightening display. Half man, half beast, skin the color of midnight purple...long black horns. A torso the size of a full grown man it was huge. His voice became guttural. "Did you not think I would make you pay for treating a King as a commoner? Like yourself. Just a common whore. Innocent you no longer are...As you seem to enjoy the feel of a man perhaps I shall indulge you in this pleasure?" He laughed. It was an evil caw.
His form was human. Just his talons clicking the metal were left of the image he had allowed Jelenis to see. "He placed a spell over the cage. "Now off to visit your lover. Give him a congratulation for a job well done. He certainly had you fooled didn't he? Played you like the common rabble you are."
Without waiting he left the boy in nothing but a nightshirt. The storm raged outside. Two shadowy figures emerged from Abigor's side. Not human in any way shape or form. They stood guard. Speaking in the demonic tongue and snickering as they lustfully looked at the boy in the cage.
Abigor left and headed to Ana and Lui, whom already had Flori in her own bed. "Thank you ladies. Is she well?"
Ana spoke. "Yes, just shock. We induced her to sleep. It will make our journey easier."
The General nodded. "I will be with the king and shall inform you when travel is safe. Keep alert it will be soon. He softly touched Ana's face, she was like a mother to him as well.
He headed back to the Kings study. He knocked and waited to be addressed to enter.
Gen'pi couldn't go outside. The storm was really raging outside. Sort of like the way he felt inside. He went to the kitchen and looked for the girls. He knocked on their door and they ushered him in.
Des pet his head as Mei sat on the other bed. They both felt awful for Gen'pi really seemed distraught.
Des tried to smile. Her red hair a warm hue which cascaded all around her. "Genni...no...please don't cry. Master Abigor isn't really mad at you. It was for show. It was so that brat would get his punishment."
Mei was next to chime in. "Yes, Gen...Master Abigor had to act that way. He isn't mad you did so great. That piece of filth got what was coming to him. And you avenged our ring!" The girls hugged him.
"Here stay with us until Master Abigor comes. He will know where you are." Des added softly.
Gen'pi was silent. He laid on the bed his heart aching. The look on Jelenis' face crushed him. He only hopped Jelenis remembered what he had said. No matter what happens remember I love you. He buried his face into the bed his tears being chocked back, fear that Master Abigor would then truly get mad at him. He kept remembering the sound of Jelenis' moans and how he had tried so hard to cause him too much pain. Then how the Prince's sweet moans changed to coos of pleasure. He hated himself at this moment.
He wished he could see him. He hoped Master Abigor didn't beat him again. Gen'pi knew he had to get back to the stable. He still had the move to deal with. But he just couldn't move.
Sabre looked up from his book and called for Abigor to enter.
He gave the General a truly beautiful smile.
"It is done then....you will spread wicked rumours about him over all the Rings?" He purred softly, a deep sound from the depths of him.
A true glimpse of his demon form he allowed his demon general momentarily, a beautiful part feline creature, with eyes like obsidian diamond.
"The Fifth will be shamed....a laughing stock." He whispered.
Abigor caught his breath. Sabre was magnificent. His beauty surpassed everything. His demon form even more so.
"I have already begun the rumors my King. They have started to filter down. Viola is beginning to reach out to the lord of the eighth. She has always been close to him and his demise has begun."
He walked all the way into the room and gestured for the chair before sitting. For as graceful and elegant as Sabre was. Abigor was not. He did everything effortlessly but not with any trace of elegance. That was not his forte. At least not in daily activities when it was the manner of the blade, warfare, strategy. This is where his elegancy was displayed.
"Your Queen rests comfortably with Ana and Lui. They have sedated her as well for the journey of course. I will next go see Gen'pi for I can tell he is distressed. But I think it wise to keep them apart for a bit. Gen'pi fell easily for the boy as much as I think Jelenis did for him. A cooling off period would be wise I think. Jelenis will transport back with myself and be put into the gilded cage. You may torment him whenever it pleases you. Or if you prefer I can do it for you, while you watch..."
His eyes grew darker. "I long to be home Sabre. I long for it. Tell me it is time...we can start going..." His voice was filled with emotions, so many to lay claim to just one.
Sabre set down the book and come round the desk to lay a hand on the seated General's shoulder.
"It is time 'Gor, start the preparations gather the faithful and I will prepare myself to cast the portal home." He said softly.
He pondered what he said about Jelenis.
"He gets a reasonably comfortable prison cell in the dungeon, I do not want to have to look at him, you may amuse yourself as you wish with him, torment him.....take him.....beat him.....whatever you choose, he can be your diversion.....something to toy with for you."
He leaned down to kiss Abigor's cheek, and the faintest scent of the season drifted to assault the General's senses, the remanents of it. He was grace and beauty personified, his mother all over again and more. Something one would want to possess and own.
Viola sat in her room as the whole incident took place. She didn't want to get in the way nor screw it up. She did peek out her door just as Gen'pi's naked body was scurrying out quickly followed by Master Abigor half dragging the Prince of the fifth ring. She smiled. Finally! They are finally paying for their atrocities.
Abigor reached out to her in the midst of it all and instructed her to begin to spread the rumors.
The first demon she reached out to was Leermu the general lord from the eighth ring. He will love to hear the news she had. After him she went to her lower watchmen and began to spread the seeds of the Princes misgivings...how he laid for a commoner...how he couldn't hold himself as an appropriate lord much less a kingdom. Viola was ruthless!
Jelenis huddled in the far corner of the cage, he felt cold and scared of the two creatures that stood guard over him. They spoke in the odd guttural demon language and he guessed by the way that they looked at him is was nothing complimentary, in fact he was glad he was locked in the cage and they could not get to him.
He brushed at the tears that filled his silvery eyes again, and tugged the nightshirt down as far as he could to cover himself. He felt discomfort from what he and Gen had been doing....an act he thought they were indulging in because the stable hand loved him and cared for him...it turned out it had all been an act. He had been duped into thinking someone actually loved him and wanted him and he felt stupid.
Sabre was not even his real father and Flori was not his mother, he felt terrible at the fact he had hurt her and she had witnessed what had been going on in his room. She must be disgusted with him, thinking him the terrible words that Abigor had used. That scared him more than anything else...Abigor....seeing him in his true form and the lewd comment he had made. It would be worse than death if that thing held him down and took its pleasure with him like Gen'Pi had been doing.
His heart ached....truly ached that it was broken into tiny pieces by the falsehoods that Gen'Pi had woven in an attempt to do what he did. The sweetly whispered words, the gentleness, he must be very skilled at his job, the things he did for these vile creatures. He was their prisoner now, and he had a terrible sinking feeling that was going to be worse than death itself.
"I will be sure this is scene too." The general was referring to the cell.
Abigor rested his hand on the King's cheek, closing his eyes as his lips touched his face. "King, right now I am consumed by my need for you and you alone. I am sure we will include others from time to time for our amusement but I could not even think to stomach taking that filth! Oh I will torment him into thinking I will. He will feel the end of my cane many times over but that will be the extent. I may allow others to torment him, take him even, this I am not sure of either as the power of his angelic is strong. But for what his father put you, us through he will suffer greatly."
He stood slowly. Sabre was so absolutely beautiful his blood was pulsing. He could not help himself as he stole a kiss. He feasted on Sabre's flavor and scent. Breaking reluctantly. "I have much to do still and I am eager to return home." He pressed himself to the king allowing him the opportunity to feel his longing. "I need to make you mine. Banish any memory of every other lover you have ever known, every other touch you have ever felt, I want you to do the same to me...fight me Sabre...make me dominate you behind those chamber doors." His voice grew lower with each word until it rumbled forth.
The serpent's watching over the prisoner witnessed as the area produced a star bed, a blanket, and in the furthest corner a fire. One slithered over towards the boy's cell.
It's voice was a series of hisses as it spoke. "You were ravaged were you not?" It laughed quite sickly as he continues to leer at the prince. "Wait till we are back home perhaps Master Abigor will all give us a turn on you? Our Genni seems to know how to entice all you innocents. You will be sweet I am sure."
The other slithered over as well. It's forked tongue darting out as he smiled in of the shivering form of the Prince. "Sweet and succulent! I cannot wait for my turn. I will need to give Gen'pi a huge thanks for bring us a piece of meat like yourself."
They were taunting the boy. Wanting him to feel humiliated into being used by Gen'pi. Letting the Prince believe Gen'pi had done it before.
Gen'pi...the stable hand who laid between to scubas' aching for his lover. He knew what needed to be done. He would find where they took Jelenis and get him out. It matter not that Master Abigor would strip the very flesh from his bones. All that mattered was saving Jelenis from the fate of the tenth taking its revenge out on the sweet Prince.
Sabre smiled to Abigor, a thought of when they were younger in his mind.
"I seem to recall when I first undertook training with Lord Zenethor I defied him and you and fought!" He said with some amusement.
"It cost me a beating as I recall."
He purred softly, a delicate sound in his chest, one he used when amused by a memory or a thought.
"You thought me weak....but I think I changed your mind. So you would have me fight you again...just so you can truly subjugate me in private with no old generals or subjects watching?"
He pulled back from Abigor a little and smiled wryly.
"Just like you did in that corridor that night when you kissed me...with all of that anger and power?"
To his purr Abigor rumbled. A soft chuckle could be heard as his body vibrated. "Yes it did. But one has to wonder if you weren't secretly aching for it." He continued to react to Sabre. His breathing increased as his need to posses him did. "I did think you'd be weak and when you fought back it excited me. I want that again. I want you to fight me back from time to time. Remind me Sabre...fight me..." He growled as he lowered his head to Sabre's and closed his eyes. "I need to get you home. It has been too long. I am no King, I do not have your skill or flare to led with elegance. I am no good without you." His lips gently caressed the top of Sabre's head.
He could barely breath or think. Abigor just gently caressed the King. He would not do anything until they were home. In their chamber. Where they would finally become one. His Rune with Flori would pale in comparison to theirs.
Gen'pi lifted himself from the bed. He looked for the girls but they must have gone to help with the move. He silently finished dressing. He knew this was going to happen, that they would be caught in the act. At first before he even met the Prince he cared not. To him Jelenis was a hated entity. But when he met him and then kissed him, held him, embraced him...loved him everything changed.
Jelenis was not at fault for King Sabre's capture. Jelenis was just an innocent pawn. And he helped. A sob escaped.
He moved through the corridors he slowly went up the stairs and stopped at Jelenis' room. The door was still open. It smelled of fresh flowers! He actually looked around for some. Finding none he laid on the rug they had been on. This time he let the tears fall. She silently spoke to his love. Though he had none of the ability to actually reach him, it was more of comfort for himself. He told Jelenis in his mind how sorry he was, how much he loved him, missed him, and was going to get him free.
Sabre pressed himself close to his 'Gor unable to play cool and calm any longer.
"I cannot wait until we are home....all I could think of when I was gone was you...and how we had been denied." He whispered softly.
"Go and finish the preparations and alert Zenethor we are coming....when the portal opens the prisoner to to go through first, Viola and her men can escort him, the Flori, Ana and Lui escorted by you....then the rest of the household, I will come last as I have to hold the portal open." He said his own voice becoming low and husky in his desire.
He pulled back, his skin delicately flushed, such a beautiful creature, his dark eyes filled with need and desire.
"You will be Master in our chambers 'Gor...and I will fight you...resist you...I will make it just how you want it.....now go.....I am still Master here remember!" He teased.
Jelenis was terrified by the creatures that slithered about the outside of his cell speaking in their horrible language. Although he could not understand it, he knew what they were implying by the way they looked at him.
"Go away!" He sobbed.
"Go away!"
Perhaps once in the Tenth Ring they would put him in a cell and just forget about him, with any luck he might starve to death and it would all be over.
How could Gen have done this to him, his words had sounded so sincere, his touch always so warm and loving? How had he not seen he was being made a fool of, by a wicked demon who only wanted to steal his innocence so it could be used a nothing more than a trophy, him nothing more than a conquest that the others could say horrible things to and likely abuse given the first opportunity.
How could he?
Abigor gave a soft grunt and also pulled away. "Everyone will be ready within the hour." And with a teasing tone and a wink he added... "Master." With another chuckle he went to leave but not without another parting glance. He rested hungrily on Sabre. Showing every raw emotion.
He headed for the stairs as soon as he left Sabre's study. Taking them two at a time he contacted Master Zenethor. Stopping when he reached the top as he heard Gen'pi's soft sobs. Abigor first spoke with his old Master.
"Master Zenethor, we will be heading home in the hour. We have the prisoner arriving with Viola first, then the Queen, whom is with child. Along with Ana, Lui, and myself. The King will hold the portal and will be last to arrive. Please have things ready on the tenth's side." This was all communicated within themselves only Master Zenethor, the King, and he allowed Viola to hear this time.
Finished with that task the general entered the room. It smelled of the Angelics floral scent. It sickened him. "Gen'pi!" He exclaimed in a stern tone of admonishment.
The stable hand quickly turned and then scrambled to stand. "Y-yes?" He was shaking.
"What is the meaning of this? You cry for the one who held your King prisoner? Who abused your King?" Abigor hissed his displeasure. "I thought so much more of you. Perhaps a reminder will be needed once we reach home of your role? Hmmmm?"
"N-n-no-o-o." The poor lad stammered out.
"You cared for him, I understand his angelic powers are strong. But make no mistake he is also half demon. He could have been using you for his own purposes as well. I was going to allow you visits but now I see this will be most unwise. But, perhaps I will allow you to watch as he is used!" His tone was savage, cruel, and dangerously low.
"I-I-I will...I won't disobey Master. I was just caught up in...in...well...please don't let him be used Master...I've never asked anything before please..." he hesitated and then added..."I will take his place. Let it be me, he would not survive. Please Master." Gen'pi's voice rose and fell he was in pain and would have agreed to anything to spare his lover anymore pain.
"We will see Gen'pi. I was pleased with your performance but if I thought for a moment you would turn on me, well let's just say death would be welcomed."
The General turned but before he left he gave instructions as to what would need tending in the next 45 minutes.
Abigor was not satisfied. With Gen'pi's reaction it would be best to watch the stable hand very closely. He would speak with Viola about this as well.
Viola rushed into action. After receiving the message from Abigor she changed into her demon form. Black and red leathery wings, black horns, long fangs and pale white skin. She was in the dungeon in no time.
She spoke quickly to the two guards and three more soon entered. Her tone was authoritative. They guards did as they were told and a few hissed a chuckle of two.
She turned to the cell and weaved a soft light casting away the enchantment on it. "Well, well, well...the little used halfling. Are you ready my pretty little pet?" Her hand reached for the young prince and bound to his long raven black hair. "I heard you cooed under Gen'pi...almost like I would... You moaned in pleasure as you let a lower demon claim you! How fitting really though...." She yanked him up a bit roughly. "A halfling...a disgusting halfling...I bet you know regret ever hurting our King!"
With that she pulled him along, they were circled by the five watchmen. She headed for the study. Ready to return home with the prisoner.
As she neared the door she noticed Ana, Lui, and Abigor holding the Queen coming down the stairs. A thrill of excitement coursed through her. Soon they would be home and take the fifth ring!
Jelenis did not struggle as the terrifying creature yanked him to his feet by his hair and spoke in common to him. Her words made him feel worse, more dirty and soiled than he was already feeling, she made him sound exactly like what Abigor had said he was. Perhaps he was...he fell so easily to Gen'Pi's pretty words.
He saw Flori carried between the two women and Abigor himself, Sabre was already in the courtyard, the Demon King was dressed in black and about him was a thick heavy cloak of silver velvet upon which was emblazoned a black Night Stallion. His hair shone in the swirling snow and he seemed to be in the midst of a complex spell. The was a rush of air....almost too much to bear, hot and arid...and then a swirling pool of silver opened like a huge door in front of them.
"Viola and the prisoner first!" Sabre growled above the wind.
Viola picked Jelenis up and what to on onlooker may have appeared that she was cradling him in an embrace. One of tenderness. In reality it was just the easiest way for her to travel with him.
She approached her watchmen close behind.
Nodding to her King she clutched Jelenis securely and entered the portal for home.
Just as they entered the courtyard Gen'pi had noticed. His heart ached when he saw Viola had been in her demon form and was roughly handling the Prince. He looked away...but remembered the small gift he had given Jelenis. Without thinking he ran back to the Prince's room to find it.
He trashed the place! He had to get it...and...and...somehow get it back to Jelenis so he knew he wasn't alone.
In the drew by the bed he found it. Quickly tucking it in his pocket he headed out as he watched some of the demon entering the portal.
Sabre watched as his household started through the portal beginning with Viola and Jelenis, at last he was going home, he had not been there in what felt so long...would it have changed...would it be as he remembered it to be?
A shred of nervousness crept through him put he pushed it away as he concentrated in keeping the portal in tact for the travellers. Next to go would be Flori, Ana, Lui and Abigor. He felt Gen skulking about in the remaining few, he sensed that boy was going to be trouble, but he was sure Abigor would be watching him like a hawk.
Abigor held the sedated Queen. He was oddly tender with her limp body. He gestured for Ana and Lui to go first. Once they were through he tightened his grip on Flori and approached Sabre.
His dark purple eyes glazed over he leaned down and kissed Sabre's mouth softly. "Don't worry, my spies are on him. I will be waiting for you."
With that the demon general walked through the portal and left for their home.
The last of them were through and Sabre was starting to feel the toll of holding the portal for so many. Then there was only him in the snowy courtyard, the Fortress behind him look cold and abandoned once more, he had let the magic lapse that kept the illusion of it being lived it...now it was a shell once more....the stables empty....everything hung in tatters again.
He walked into the portal himself without a backwards glance and it closed with a thunderclap behind him.
(The story continues here... http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=19866.0 )