Chapter 3.5 - (((((mature warning SMUT)))) – that is how it is marked :D (((And this chapter is a long one... sorry!)))
I only had to do enough.
Enough to make it seem like I was interested but to leave this vile woman wanting more. It's not that hard. . . but my mind was elsewhere I needed this taste of freedom. This plan had to work. If I was a whore. . . my mind fluttered, lost. I am truly alone. What was the point in fighting?
"What makes you think you're not worthy?" A voice purred into my mind. Light, gentle, tinted with youth. I can sense the smile behind those words.
I ran my hand roughly through my hair as I walked down the hallway, two more turns then straight shot to her chamber. One foot after another, just continue on, push through this damn madness.
"I asked you a question…" Whispered the voice, almost mocking and whining at me. I let out a sigh, exaggerated and full of frustration. I'm clearly going insane. My own mind is making the dead talk to me again. Am I not haunted enough by the lives of the living, then to worry about the dead.
"Rhys…" my sister's voice. What do you want, what do you need? I've been over this with you a million times, just leave me in peace… you're no longer here. Please. I cannot think, I cannot fathom what I would do if you were still here?
"Just keep walking, it will be okay… let me guide you. Remember Starfall? The last one we spent together?"
How could I forget? The smile plastered on her face, it was supposed to be the night our father would finally give her permission to fight. Not like we weren't practicing when I had the time, there's not a second that passes that I wish I could have trained her more… but that night we took off. Her free spirit wanted to roam, to fly, and to be anywhere but locked away in the night court's estate like a princess.
We were gone for hours, in some twisted form of adventure allowing the brisk northern wind guide us to a better destination. To an area not polluted by light, by whispering and judgmental people, and furthermore our brutal father; just where she wanted to be. In some way, some part of me wanted to be there too. Just for a minute of peace and quiet, away from war, away from bloodshed, away from the current pressure of what was doing 'politically' correct.
Calm, hope, and the feeling of safety washed over me. Maybe talking to the dead wasn't a bad thing. At least I didn't claw my way into someone's mind. . . Realization washed over me.
This past few years, serving as her whore, doing her bidding… my power is not what it once was, but I've been gaining slight parts of it back. Not my physical claws, no, but the ability to form my wings, to pry into unsuspecting minds that has been gaining strength. Slightly, slowing over the passing years. It may just be enough.
"The painter hasn't failed you after all." Mussed the voice of my sister, "You haven't just been getting stronger on your own, you goof. It's who you've been looking for, whether you wanted to or not."
My body froze, just one more straight away until her door. I heard Amarantha laughing in her quarters, behind her closed door, at least she was entertaining someone at the moment, probably about her latest stunt. The sawing off of someone's wings. The terror that was going through that fae's eyes, it wasn't pleasant, nor was it fast. It was brutal, it was bloody, it was un-relentless.
"Oh by the cauldron, brother, are you so daft? Has your power not been growing for years? Seriously, how many years? Slowly gaining back strength, your ability coming back to you in small waves…. Hitting like a tsumani when, oh I don't know, a young human painter hit puberty. . . It's not like it's—" Shut up. Stop forcing small rays of hope into the dark. This doesn't make any sense. I will not grasp onto something that cannot be even fathomable at this time, yet alone even possible. I can't, not now. Not this close, I will look for her, I will find her… Just see this girl who is my savior, and nothing more.
My hand, hesitantly reached for the handle I hardly knocked on the door anymore… What was the point, I'm only her to satisfy needs, not actually have an endearing or even heartfelt conversation.
I walked into the room, held up high a sinister smile on my face. The red head flashed a smile of menacing intent back at me, like she was expecting me.
"…And that is why we don't let those bastards onto my lands. Please, be a dear and if you find anymore of our winged friends bring them to me. I would love for my dear Rhysand to be part of the festivities next time." She said, staring at me, as if getting ready to undress me with her eyes.
I couldn't remember the last time—it's been years—since the last time I crawled into another fae's mind with the power and strength such as her… I would have to try. By the time I opened my mouth, she was facing the Attor once again.
"Leave us." She stated, fluttering her hand at the creature before it bowed and scurried out of them room.
I'd been set on a mission, that of course I came with full intentions on filling… but if I could weasel my way out of the hardest part, the part I did not want to be part of… my heart fluttered. My sister's words, I am stronger. I will be able to do this, one way or another.
I glanced around, hoping that I would at least have a comfortable seat after I clawed my way in, on the bed next to her will have to do.
"So why is that you missed my party?" a condescending tone laced her voice.
I smiled, I had to, shook my head in respond and faced her, "I was preoccupied, walking through the dark of the dungeons to make sure your other guests were taken care of. Please ask Cerridween, I'm sure she would be more than happy to divulge you in the details of my small adventure." I know her, she would make up any stories to make this woman happy. She's done it before, I know she would do it again.
"You never cease to surprise me, dear High Lord." She mussed, walking up to me and stroking my chin, her eyes full of lust and want. Each movement of mine, calculated, my poorly muscled legs rubbing against hers. Cassian would be ashamed of how out of shape I've actually gotten. In shape by mortal standards, hell even high fae standard, to Illyran standards I would fail miserably.
I grasped her wrist, my poorly callused fingers gently rubbing lazy circles as I tilted my head looking straight at her, "I have a proposition."
"Do you, high lord?" she mussed back, looking straight at me. My stomach turned, I could not imagine this… do I have enough nerve to ask this? I have one chance… a single chance. No faltering now, too many lives at stake.
She gasped in pleasant surprise, when I nuzzled into her neck, kissing the trail I left behind. Smiling against her skin, I could feel the goose flesh peck up I had to keep pushing through this. Distracted, that's where I needed her.
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"So Calanmai…" I mussed, already whispering into her ear, "Our dear Spring Lord… may have plans to gather some power…" Little known fact that everyone knew about, but I was highlighting it for effect.
"And what, you expect him to cross me?" she answered back, pulling away looking at my face for any hesitation. Without detecting any, she guided me to the bed pulling me closer to her so was leaning over as she laid down, almost nearly flat. Her upper body was support by her elbows, as she snaked a finger into my collar tugging me closer. I could smell her arousal, unfortunately mine was not anywhere near. A minor overlook, one she has never seemed to mind before.
She loved pulling me, forcing me to do something I wished not to do. To please her, to keep me here in a different kind of cage, one I have yet found a way to escape… Until today. Even though it was just a voice in my head, my sister no longer part of this world to my knowledge, she had a point… I was stronger, not as strong as I once was, no, but there is some resemblance of a high lord still there.
"There's always a chance… Let me make sure." I said full of confidence.
"I've—" I cut her off, placed my hand under her chin, allowing her to look at me, a fake promise once that she had to believe.
"Just trust me" I pleaded, this was the last chance and I could not let my smile falter.
"Fine. Make it worth your time though, and worth mine right now, whore." She snapped. I had to make this worth it.
I stepped back, causing her to release a whine that was not stunning at all. I grinned, carefully, calculated, moved down to her ankle and kissing my way up. "No other being… in this world" I stated, moving my way up her leg, hoping I could get the wall to fall down for a second… My claws were ready, shadows creeping around her thoughts, "Has ever made me feel this way, my lady." I stated, while she purred, what I would give to strangle the life out of that breath. Damn everyone else, the cauldron sent me to this torture room with no escape…
I, hesitantly started to nibble my teeth against her skin, watching her body fall and rise against the bed, completely forgetting about being prompted up on her elbows. I needed her distracted, just for a second that's all I needed, all I wanted.
I stopped at the juncture of her thighs, her smell filled my nostrils, I know what she wanted, what she had planned to make me do.
'Why do you tease me so….' Her voice echoed through my head. That was it…that was my opening. Fast, without any hesitation on my head I eased my consciousness in with hers. I gave her what she wanted, every second of it.
I smiled at the thought, my daemati powers did not faltered. So many thoughts, so different, I arranged them to seamlessly flow together. I gave her, what she wanted, the pleasure the screaming and moaning of my name as she felt the sucking, lapping and swirling of my tongue.
But here I am, sitting on the bed beside her, I no longer had to serve her in that way. The first taste of freedom and she believes I am hers. Still being guided into her wishes, her wants, her desires and completely ignoring my self-worth and wellbeing.
Her thoughts, her vocal moans threatening to be heard down the halls, her panting all while picturing herself digging her sharp nails into my skull, losing control of her own body with the shaking of her hips. She wanted to keep me busy all night, make me feel and enjoy her intense climaxes. I would send her into oblivion gasping my name, without even lifting a finger to please her anymore.
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It was probably the lulling of freedom that clouded my thoughts at the moment, the first night where I can officially push my whore like actions to the back of my mind. My family they're finally are safe for the moment. No one would know of this moment, or the moments that follow… To Amarantha they're real. That's all that matters. She will continue to spread her lies, of how my wanting cannot be contained, how it take her all night to fill my thirst. I'll give her that and more, now that I don't have to push my body to extremes.
It was an effort of my stubbornness, perseverance, my will to keep trying. The first step was a success… I will go find the painter… the one I have been looking for.
My savior.
My light.
My…nothing.
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