Chapter 4 #2
We stopped on the road that ran from the Zaglis gate to the Water Temple. Between us and the ocean was a sea of tall green grass, bending and rippling in the wind.
Invia told me one time that she liked the view, so I made sure we stopped here on our Zaglis walks when we could.
“Will being undead make me worse?” Invia asked.
“Are you afraid it will?”
The breeze blew dark hair across her face. She didn't seem bothered by it.
“I know it will,” she admitted. “Does that mean I shouldn't do the ceremony? That I should stay mortal?”
“Let me ask you the same question. Does anything you do quiet the whispers?”
Invia thought. “When you're rough with me. Feeling helpless to your power in every possible way satisfies it, and I mean deeply and completely. But…”
“Speak your mind.”
“Bring me on your paladin hunts. Let me help you.”
“So you can take part in killing them.”
Her face fell. “Yes.”
“Why are you ashamed about that?” I asked.
“Because I know I'm not supposed to want to spill blood, to deliver pain.”
“But saying the words quickens your heartbeat and lifts your senses.”
“Yes, and quiets the voices.”
“In the Silk, you get what you want,” I said. “That’s our rule. If I'm going into a fight with paladins, you can accompany me and kill as many as you desire.”
“You don't think I'm broken? Humans aren't supposed to think like I do.”
“You won't be human for much longer. Maybe that's why human doesn’t felt right. You were already something more, so that skin was never going to fit.”
“I'll never understand why you protected me and put up with me for so long,” she said.
“Because from the very first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted something I could never have. I hated you for it, and then you were shit to me on top of that. When I came back, I wanted to break you, but the whisper encouraged me to bend you instead, to mold you into whatever pleased me.”
“Did you get what you wanted in the end?” Invia asked.
“Kneel.”
Invia dropped to her knees, her eyes already on my crotch.
“Obeying me quickened your heartbeat in the same way violence does, didn't it?”
She nodded.
I ran my hand down the side of her face and gently lifted her gaze to mine.
“I still hate-fuck you sometimes,” I admitted. “I’ll take out every ounce of frustration on your body, and you’ll beg for more. You love power, Ithaca. You love it so much that you want to experience it in every way possible, even when it's used against you.”
“I love when you fuck me like that because it's so pure, so raw.” She leaned forward and kissed me over my pants. “It's a special kind of passion, and I've seen you fuck a lot of girls. You don't use any of them the way you use me.”
“Because you want me to break you.”
She kissed again. “I need it. I love how that snap feels inside of me. It's freeing to finally let go of the edge when you've held on for so long. To have no choice but to surrender. To give in.”
Invia leaned back to undo my pants. She pulled me free of my underwear and started to stroke.
“I'm a toy to you, right?” she asked. “You want me to be a trophy, a conquest. No, not anymore. I won't let you.”
She released my cock and pushed away from me. She started to turn as she stood.
I reached for her shoulder.
“You don't get to touch me,” Invia hissed, swatting me away.
I grabbed her arm and spun her. She stared at me with gleeful defiance.
“Get off of me,” she spat. “You're disgusting.”
She pulled back again.
I snatched her by the waist and carried her into the field. She kicked and flailed and pounded on my back.
“Fuck you, you bastard! I'll fucking kill you!”
I smacked her ass.
“You're a piece of shit!”
I threw her onto her back with enough force that she wheezed. She kicked and punched as I tore at her clothes. When she tried to crawl away, I dragged her back and pinned her down.
Her eyes were still defiant. “Don't you fucking dare.”
But I did, and that little freak came after only four forced pumps. I liked this new kind of roleplay, and Invia did too.
I had an appointment, and I didn't remember that fact until I finished pumping my seed into Invia’s ass.
I was going to be late.
But Drae asked me to bring a test subject to her workshop in Zaglis, so this was a good excuse to bring Invia. I didn't tell her why I wanted her to come along.
The lizard she-demon purred as I entered.
Her workshop felt like a sculptor’s studio, but aside from the few in-progress construct concepts, every piece of art was a variation of my dick.
One version was bigger than my arm. Another had normal proportions but was double-ended.
Drae caught me looking at it and wiggled an eyebrow, or what would have been an eyebrow if she had hair and wasn’t all lizard skin.
“Master,” the demon said, bowing. “Thank you for coming. Mistress Ithaca, welcome.”
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“Take me here and fuck every hole,” Drae hissed. “Then use a knife to make a new hole and fuck that one too.”
Invia coughed.
I needed a second to recover. I was a piece of shit with dark tastes, but Drae made my fucked-up ideas seem like minor deviations.
“Why did you ask to see me?”
Drae frowned. “I have work to show you.”
“Wonderful. Ithaca, please sit on the table there.”
She eyed me suspiciously but obeyed.
“Lay back, arms up.”
Her gaze narrowed, but she listened. She jumped a little when my silk grabbed her wrists and her ankles, pulling her back to the table and pinning her there. I took out my knife, which made Drae gasp in anticipation at first. Her eyes fell when she realized it wasn't for her.
I ran the blade under Invia's shirt, still sandy from our romp a moment ago, peeling the fabric away to reveal her bare breasts.
They gently rose and fell with each breath, the stretch of her arms overhead making them even perkier.
I left the tatters of her clothes on the table behind her and then ran the blade down her pants.
She didn't protest, but she breathed harder. Her eyes never looked away from mine, and they blazed with lust.
“Like this?” I asked Drae.
“Yes, Master. May I begin?”
“Please.”
With a grin, Drae turned and flipped open the lid on a small chest. She removed what looked like two shot glasses with rounded bottoms.
“More blood, more sensitive,” the demon announced.
She flipped them and put one over each of Invia’s nipples. They suctioned in place, and the pink pokes of flesh stretched, as if straining to reach the bottom of the glass.
“Oh shit!” Invia yelped and writhed before forcing herself to calm. Her breathing grew sharper and more rapid as the strength of the suction increased.
I grinned, and Invia started shaking her head, quietly begging.
With a thought, I could make both of those perfect points as sensitive as her clitoris.
I wanted to see her reaction, to hear her scream, but I restrained myself.
Anticipation was good for both of us, and Drae’s presentation had only just begun. Interrupting would be rude.
“Excellent work,” I said, praising Drae.
The demon bowed and returned to her box. When she turned back, she held a Byron's Blessing in her hands, but the testicles were four times as large as the original product.
Drae sucked on the dildo, liberally coating it with her saliva, and then pushed it into Invia with no pretense of being gentle. Invia yelped and tried to pull away from it but had nowhere to run. Drae patted the base to make sure it was all the way in.
Invia groaned and then squealed when Drae stopped patting the dildo to flick the suction cups. The demon watched the toys bounce back and forth, the force of even those slight swings adding an extra stretch to my templar’s nipples.
“May I continue?” Drae asked after enjoying the wobble of two more flicks.
I nodded.
The demon squeezed the testicles, and Byron’s Blessing started thrusting in and out as if it were a dick attached to a person.
The enchantment or device that made that possible was likely the reason for the enlarged scrotum at its base, but I didn’t immediately understand how the movement was possible.
It was fun to watch, though.
“What the fuck?!” Invia yelled.
“Very impressive,” I said.
Drae squeezed again, and the fake dick started to thrust harder and faster. Invia went quiet, fighting to compose herself.
“Tell me there's a third setting.”
Drae nodded and squeezed again. Now the dildo pumped so hard into Invia that it slapped every time it smashed forward, which was now a few times a second. The speed had gone up with the power. My templar bucked and kicked.
“F-uh-uh-uh-uck,” she moaned, the vibration of the fucking bouncing her voice.
“That's spectacular, Drae.”
The demon tapped the ends of both of the glasses, and the suction started to pulse instead of holding steady. Invia’s stretched nipples rose and fell as the strength of the suction cycled in and out.
“I have one more item,” Drae said, “but not for Invia.”
I looked down at Invia. “I'm going to leave you here for a minute.”
“No, no, no, no.”
“Yes. And you can't cum.”
I triggered Abyssal Permission and then willed her nipples to be as sensitive as her clitoris.
“Byron! Wait!”
Drae and I stepped to the other side of the workshop. Otherwise, we would have no hope of holding a conversation. Invia’s screams were all panicked babbles shouted at the top of her lungs.
The lizard demon handed me something that looked like an opaque flower vase. The end of it had a set of lower lips I recognized instantly.
“Women have Byron, and men have Penny,” Drae explained. “It is a perfect replica of her vagina.”
“So a guy fucks this?” I asked.
“Yes. More prayers to Mistress Penny.”
And thus, more prayers for me.
That was an interesting angle. The Order of the Silk Noose had never tapped into the male demographic. I lacked the necessary appeal as well as the interest to pursue such a direction. But this? Men would pay to pray to Purity, and I would be richer and stronger for it.
“This is genius.”
“I was worried you would not want to share,” Drae admitted.