Of Darkness
The city Ayutthaya, Siam in Thailand
Long ago, strung early on the timeline of man, a mere foot soldier of the great king U Thong, Damon, broke through the ranks and became the darkness that reined over the city of Ayutthaya for many decades. There are many stories observing and retelling the great rise and rein of good men, this story however is nothing like those. This story recaptures the rise of one of the most gruesome and horrid tyrants of all time. King Damon, and his concubine, Bonnie...
In the crowded streets of Sycaya, a stream of well-muscled men strolled through with great confidence. Women and children cried out in lust and awe, each wanting to get a piece of the men for their own devices. The leader of the pack laughed jovially and grabbed a busty woman, pulling her closer to his person. She giggled and batted away his wandering caresses. The other men mimicked their leader and grabbed a woman or two for themselves. All except one. The youngest and last in the procession looked around the decorated city in awe, not even noticing the half naked women throwing themselves at his feet.
This was the young man's first time celebrating after a long, exhausting battle. "Damon son, hurry and pick a ripe one before they are all gone!" A thick burly man scolded and burped out a laugh afterwards. The young man nodded earnestly and pointed to a round, yet overly muscular woman, standing over six feet in length. She barred her rapidly decaying teeth and the burly man bellowed in laughter once more, snatching Damon's clothing and dragging him from the draggard. "Boy, that was a draggard! How in the goddess' name did you not catch that?" Damon sputtered and snapped his head back to the grinning woman. A young child flew passed and the clothing around her waist fluttered in the winds following the child. A bulging purple head peeked out from the tresses and Damon fought hard to keep the bile from rising any further.
Damon hung his head in shame. "Please forgive my blatant display of ignorance. It will not happen again."
The older man laughed, "Shut up boy and enjoy the attention. Who knows? You might just get really lucky tonight." Damon lifted his head and a small smile graced his face. The procession continued well into the night before the group of men happened upon a gigantic palace. Its outer decor was carved from stone in intricate designs and symbols. Damon marveled at such an advanced design, never quite seeing anything like it before. A petite, yet busty woman stood humbly at the arch entrance, her face was covered by a black silk cloth, only her cat-like dark eyes surrounded by coal black make-up were visible. Her wide eyes seemed to see through the souls of the men. She crouched and sauntered over to the men's' right.
"Please accept all of my food and wine and entertainment. You brave men deserve every bit of it." She melted into the shadows a second before the men rushed into the palace. Damon looked for the mysterious woman, but did not find her. He slowly sat down and eyed the topless women dancing before him. A sultry woman shimmied up to him and sat on his lap. Her lagging breast brushed up against his chin and he jumped, not used to such attention. The woman laughed and began to nibble at his neck.
"Master, do not fear. I am only here to please you." She breathed against his neck and he squirmed uncomfortably. After a while, his stomach started to tingle and he felt blood rush to his lower region. The woman smirked at her accomplishment and ripped open Damon's tunic, revealing the rippling muscles that made up his middle region. Her hooded eyes widened in pleasurable surprise. "Oh master, what a nicely wrapped gift you have given to me!" She gushed and ran her hands up and down his torso length, worshipping him in every sense of the word. The sudden sound of beating drums awakened all of the men from their lusty haze. From the shadows the mysterious woman from earlier stalked toward the gaping men. Her hips shook in tune with the steadily increasing beat of the drums.
One by one, the women began to slink away and join the woman in her sensual dance. Damon sat up and rewrapped his tunic, suddenly feeling insecure in front of this alluring woman. Her wide eyes searched the face of each man, until they landed on Damon. Behind her silk cloth, she smirked. She dropped on her hands and knees and crawled toward a wide-eyed Damon. Her hands ran up his trembling legs and she daintily sat herself on his lap. Her tongue lapped at the shell of his ear and he let out a gasp. "Wait up for me." She whispered then dropped away to dance on the other men. Damon stared at her until she returned back to the shadows from which she came. He hesitantly approached a woman fixing the table from which the men would begin eating from.
"Excuse me." She turned her head and looked him up and down.
"Yes?" She answered quietly. Damon looked around for the woman once more before he turned back to the one in front of him.
"Do you know where that woman with the cat eyes stays?" The woman turned fully around and chuckled.
"Why are you looking for her?"
"She told me something and I'm just trying to find where she is." The woman raised a brow and crossed her arms in front of her clothed chest. Damon noticed this. "Why are your breast not out?"
"Were the other woman's breasts out? The one you are trying so hard to find." Damon shook his head. The woman surveyed the room, and when she saw that all the men and women were too busy in their own affairs to notice, she took Damon and led him into the shadows. He studied the hauntingly gothic decor as the woman led him down hall after hall.
"There are stairs straight up ahead, boy. Follow those up to the last floor and she will be waiting. Make sure she sucks you good and dry. You are lucky son, she only picks a man once a month." Damon nodded and thanked the woman before jogging up the stairs. The woman smirked after him and she melted into the shadows.
Damon took a deep breath as he stared down the huge wooden door before him. Raising his hand, he gave one loud knock. The door creaked and groaned as it slowly opened. Candles lined a pathway into pitch-black darkness. He lurched forward and began to walk along the path. As he walked, candles lit up, letting him see further. He came upon a bedchamber fit for a king: the drapes hanging down from the top frame were a deep crimson; the sheets were a crisp white. Damon reached forward.
"It is not polite to touch what isn't yours, sire." Damon jumped and quickly turned around. The woman with eyes similar to a cat walked forward until her entire body was bathed in light. His eyes traveled over every inch of her and the blood began to flush down once again. The woman sauntered up to him and grabbed the leather buckle around her neck. "Do you want me, sire?" Damon swallowed and nodded slowly, still eyeing her. She pulled at the buckle and her outfit fell around her in one heap. Damon's eyes widened at all the symbols painted onto her rich brown flesh. Her breast stood out, and there was no patch of hair between her legs. A tattoo of a snake started at her navel and wound its way through the valley of her breast, winding to a stop around her neck. Its coal black eyes, similar to hers, stared back at him. Her arms reached out and a hand pulled the string to his tunic, causing his clothing to also fall to the floor.
There they stood, naked to the world and to one another. "What is your name?" Damon breathed. The twisting symbols on both her arms seemed to pulse with life, a different life from her own. She ran her tiny hands up his broad chest and her arms wrapped around his neck. Her already hardened nipples brushed against his chest, sending a ripple of pleasure through them both. His hands rested on the globes of her bottom and he gave an experimental squeeze. She rewarded him by pressing herself closer to him. Standing on her toes, her lips brushed against his own, causing him to grip her tighter.
"Bonnie-" Damon attacked her lips and they fell to the bed in a flurry of tangled limbs. Bonnie took control and straddled his chest, rubbing herself across his abdomen, earning a lusty hiss. Damon grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto him. They both groaned and Bonnie wiggled her hips and leaned down to kiss his open lips. Damon flipped them over and dug his calloused hands into her flesh, nailing hastily into her. Bonnie's back arched up and Damon cupped a breast with his hand and devoured the other with his mouth. His hips pounded mercilessly into her core and her nails dug into his back as her legs were pushed to her chest. The sound of moans and groans filled the chamber, along with the musky smell of sex and the sound off wet flesh slapping together.
Damon placed both hands beside her head and stared deeply into her eyes as he rammed into her. Her black eyes swirled with a torrent of emotions and power. Damon bit his lip as Bonnie's eyes fluttered momentarily. She wound her arms around his and screwed her eyes shut. Her mouth opened and she started to murmur; as his thrusting continued, her murmurs evolved into a low chant. A gust of wind picked up inside of the chamber as they plowed on with their rough intercourse. Damon's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his taut body seized as he let out a roar. A roar not belonging to him, but seemingly calling out from the depths of hell. The room shook from the force and the candles' flames rose to a staggering height before blowing out.
With the last bit of light, Bonnie saw Damon's eyes bleed black before he rolled over and fell to the bed, unconscious. Bonnie panted as she sat up, drenched in sweat and the intermingled juices that they shared. "Let the prophecy be taken into account," she finished her chant. Rolling over to face the sleeping man, a small smile graced her face before she too fell into the depths of sleep.
...
Damon woke with a start, only to find himself alone in the chamber. He sat up and fell back to the bed with a groan. Looking around, he saw a door open and he slipped out of bed, wrapping the sheets around his waist. Checking around the doorway, he saw a steaming bath and crept towards it. With one last look around, he ripped the sheets away from his body and dipped himself into the hot water. Cupping his hands in the water, he r his arms and pored it over his head. He sighed deeply and continued to slowly wash himself. Unbeknownst to him, Bonnie stood in the doorway, watching his every move attentively. "Sire, you must hurry. Your men are getting close to heading out." Bubbles formed in the bath and Damon rose from the water, breaking the surface. Bonnie watched intently as the water droplets slid down his lithe body, she pushed from the doorway.
Damon eyed her as she held out a drying cloth for him. He reached out and snatched it from her. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Is there something wrong sire? Did last night not please you enough?" Damon smirked and stepped out of the bath, it was quite obvious his temperament and demeanor had changed. His eyes gleamed.
"Oh no, it pleased me greatly. So greatly in fact, I think it will prove hard for me to let you stay here." Her eyes widened and she stepped back. He stepped closer and she turned to run. He grabbed her long black hair and she fell painfully to her knees, whimpering. "I think you will make a nice slave..." He hauled her up and gently kissed the head of the snake on her neck. She shivered at the heat radiating from his naked body. She nodded slowly.
"Yes sire."
Damon led Bonnie to the procession of men and they stared at her like lions to their prey. She lifted her head and glared at all of them. A very bony old woman hobbled up to the men and grinned, showing her bare gums. Spreading her arm in an arc, she opened her mouth again. "We have prepared a cattle of horses for your pressing journey." The men cheered and the woman walked right passed Bonnie without a word or a glance. Bonnie's head hung low, making her hair a black curtain around her face. The men jumped upon their horses and there was only one horse left, along with Damon and Bonnie. He got her on first and saddled on after. The men rode off on their horses, not once looking back at the city. Bonnie, however, looked back one last time to see all the women disintegrate into skeletons and the buildings wither away into the sand. The only thing standing was the palace, and even that looked abandoned for centuries. Bonnie turned forward, a devilish smirk on her face.
...
The group of men stopped and let their horses rest and drink from a shallow pool. Damon got down and pulled Bonnie down into his arms. She struggled out of his grip and stepped away from him. "Do not touch me you vile man!" Damon frowned, she was so docile but what stood in front of him now was a fiery spirit.
"You will have a better life in my city. We are far more advanced than-" Bonnie laughed humorlessly.
"That still gives you no right to capture and take me away from my home!" Damon grabbed her arm, yanking her to him.
"Home? You call that wretched place a home? You were a whore. No woman would want to live that way!" Bonnie's dark cat eyes gleamed dangerously.
"I am not your average woman, sire." She spat.
"And I am not your average brute, Bonnie. I care about you." Her eyes softened a fraction of a bit. She looked away.
"Why do you care? I only slept with you once. Is my treasure that good as to where you have fallen in love?" A light blush adorned Damon's cheeks, the hard gleam in his eyes now gone.
"N-no you seem like a brave and talented woman. You deserve more than just opening your legs for anyone. I want to give you a better life." Bonnie stared up at him long and hard before sighing in defeat. Turning away, she strode back to their horses.
"Nothing I could have done anyhow, I am but a woman, forever a humble slave to men." She gritted out, mounting the horse all by her lonesome. Damon ignored the looks of his fellow soldiers and also mounted the horse.
The journey took another day, a day filled with tensioned silence between Damon and Bonnie. As the procession of men approached their city gates, the giant doors groaned in protest as they were tugged open. Bonnie looked around, disinterested, as they rode through the sandy streets. Damon grinned and waved at the citizens. They reciprocated their own greeting to him, through shouts or waves and shy smiles. Yet when they looked upon Bonnie, she sneered at the adults and growled at the children. A young boy with rags impossibly still hanging onto his lanky frame ran up to the leader. "Sir! The king has requested the presence of the army for a congratulatory welcome." Bonnie's eyes widened in terror and she turned back to a still grinning Damon.
"I can't go there, he will take me away and I will forever be a sex whore to him." Damon's smiled dropped and he gripped Bonnie hard, his eyes blazing.
"Don't you ever speak of my king in that way again!" He growled menacingly. Bonnie looked around in panic; she would surely be killed if she were to go in front of the king, just like her entire clan. Her eyes screwed shut and she began to mumble in a language of old. Suddenly, a chicken house exploded and feathers rained down as the sound of screams and clucks filled the air. Using this as a momentary distraction, she jumped off of the horse and sprinted into the shadow of a wooden shack, vanishing. Damon looked around and found that Bonnie was gone. Cursing, he jumped off of his horse and ran into a random direction, praying to the gods that he would find her before anyone else did.
Damon stopped when he reached the edge of the forest. Pausing to catch his breath, he began to think over the layout of the city. A black figure caught his attention and he ran into the forest after it. As he ran, his nose caught a waft of Bonnie's intoxicatingly sweet scent. He began to hunch over and his legs moved so fast he became nothing but a blur. His eyesight stretched farther than humanly possible and he could make out Bonnie at the very edge of his vision. He zoomed and caught her up his arms, she screamed and his hand clamped over her mouth. "Quiet!" He hissed, his voice raw from the lack of oxygen. Bonnie's eyes narrowed and she calmed down instantly.
"Put me down you demonic beast!" Damon dropped her ungracefully onto the damp forest floor. Bonnie tried to escape once more before Damon grabbed her ankle and dragged her back to him.
"Try to escape one more time, and I will turn you into the king myself!" Damon shouted, then he looked at his limbs in apprehension, no human could have done what he just did. Bonnie shakily stood up and nodded meekly.
"Yes sire-"
"And stop calling me sire! I am no such thing!" Bonnie crossed her arms angrily.
"Then what else am I supposed to call you, I haven't had the pleasure of getting your name." She sassed. Damon stepped up to her, looming over her petite frame. She glared up at him unflinchingly.
"Damon woman, my name is Damon." Bonnie looked him over as if just meeting him.
"Hello Damon, I loathe you." Damon's eyes narrowed. Instead of strangling her, he fisted his hands at his sides. He wrapped an arm around her waist and started to sprint off back towards the city.
...
Bonnie looked around the humble shack with disgust. She turned to see Damon straightening up the dingy cot that he called a bed. "What use is it? This place is a pit." Damon frowned, gripping his hair in frustration.
"This is my home, I have lived here my whole life." Bonnie crossed her arms, still looking around.
"This place is a dump." Damon turned the cot over and stormed up to her, causing her to flinch.
"I know you did not want to stay in that forsaken village, and yet you disprove of everything I have tried to do for you! What more do you want from me?" He shouted. Bonnie dropped her arms and forced her eyes to soften.
"I don't want to be your equal, you seem like a brave and strong man. If I could just be leveled up to you, t-then I could be counted as-" Damon cupped her face and smashed his lips against hers, shutting her up. Her hands grabbed at his neck, bringing him closer to her. He backed her up against the wall, lifting her leg to rest on his hip and she moaned as he rubbed himself against her core, igniting a white-hot fire inside both of their bodies. Damon cupped a hand over one of her breasts and nibbled on her neck. Bonnie's head rolled back to give him better access. She pushed herself off of the wall, causing them to fall to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, each one fighting for dominance.
Their clothes were torn to shreds as passion and lust consumed them whole.
Damon got Bonnie on her hands and knees as he thrust mercilessly from behind. Taking a tuff of her hair in his hand, he yanked her head back and thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking his much larger organ. Bonnie's screams and moans were swallowed hungrily by Damon as he brutally squeezed a breast. Hunching over Bonnie's glistening back, he picked up his pace. Bonnie's hand picked up from the ground and grabbed one of Damon's cheeks, urging him to go even faster.
Damon pulled his swollen lips away from Bonnie's equally swollen ones, letting her pleasured sounds fill his home. Tears of pain intermingled with pleasure pricked at the corners of Bonnie's eyes and she let out a high-pitched moan as her body trembled. Damon followed after with a low rumbling groan that vibrated up Bonnie's spine. Bonnie could not handle the weight and she collapsed. Damon fell to the side, panting and glistening with the excursions of their previous activity. Bonnie slowly crawled on top of him and rested her head on his chest. That was all the compliance he needed, and he pulled down a sheet to cover their naked bodies.