Dedication: Hentaikoneko, Mad Hatter, Ginsing, Insaneoveranime, Lisa, Tsume Yamagata, aquajogger, Lexzzz, Cesia Illuser
To be perfectly honest, this was originally the first chapter I ever wrote for this story, before I had come up with a title or decent plot or anything. So, with a little tweaking, I have fixed it up. I am quite proud of this chapter.
Also, this is now rated R, because...well, you'll see in this chapter. Lets just say, it is more explicit than the previous one.
:::Chapter Five:::
I was naked. Lying exposed on silken sheets, my hair loose and my neck bare. I smiled. Finally I was free, free to roam this haven. I could feel unrestrained power emanating in thick waves around me. Someone had cast a protection spell around my satin surroundings. Unfortunately, this meant that those beautiful tendrils--the ones that had embraced the ungracious soul previously--had dispersed.
I felt so divinely demon, so purely evil, and I fought to crush the sobbing voice in the very back of my mind. Tough luck, girl, there's too much fun to be had out here. Oh, how I hated her, her whining, crying, pitiful existence. There wasn't time in this world to be babied. Just time enough to LIVE, to experience everything, to spite all and come up on top. And that was why I needed Nadil. I rose from the bed, my hair cascading in waves over my shoulders, raven locks gleaming in rosy sweetness. The room was huge, a vast bedchamber bathed in black. I sighed. This was heaven. My pale fingers danced across my velvety surroundings, relishing in the darkness, the tainted evils, the rush of ecstasy as I did so. I laughed aloud, so pleased to hear my own bell-like laugh, the darkness echoing around in a soothing evil. My soul was at home. But then the door opened.
Nadil stood in the doorway, magnificence coating him, that sly, cocky look plastered on his face. I would seduce him. Make him mine, wholly and fully. I deserved him, mind, body, and soul. I would have him. He would be mine, and mine alone.
"Cesia," he whispered, "It's been awhile."
"Too long," I purred, crossing my legs and sitting on the bottom of the silk laded bed. "Much too long." My breasts ached for his touch, as I remembered it. The way he cherished my body, his feather-light caresses in the dark of night, the pleasure he evoked from my very soul when I was spread over his bed, the way he moaned at the way my fingers instinctively clawed across his back.
"I'm sorry I can't stay," he said, breaking me from my memories and letting his fingers travel across the inside of my thigh, "There's a lot I must do now."
I pouted. I had had to suffer so long without him, why leave me now; when my body screams for that remembered pleasure, leaving me shivering with anticipation. "One kiss?" I asked, my mind racing, desperate for a moment with him, however small. He nodded in his own way, his eyes twinkling like raven's wings. He bent down and I stood unabashed, lacing my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me. I poured my passion into that kiss, heating it with a desire and magic strong enough to entice him more than he could reason.
"You're stronger," he breathed into my mouth, pulling me flat onto my back. It was no more than a statement of discovery, and I ignored it, still persistent for my kiss. I tugged with expert fingers at the clasps and ties that covered him, exhaling softly as the expensive materials fell from his flawless shoulders. And that little voice in my mind wailed. Screw her, so what? She was sobbing now, fuck it all. It was getting harder and harder to focus on my current objective, the thick-laden clasp just at his groin. He pushed himself against my hands, letting loose the most heavenly groan. So there bitch, I've made the Lord of all Demons groan with desire. My mouth found his again, and I smiled into the kiss as I freed him from the clasp. He hardened under my touch, biting down onto my lip until it trickled blood. I did not flinch, for his long, catlike tongue lapped it up artfully, and I arched my back at the pleasure it caused. Oh God...I loved a lover that knew what he was doing. And did it causing both pain and incredible ecstasy.
Finally freed from all the unnecessary clothing, he fell upon me, tasting, touching, making sure every inch of me received attention. I retained the sense of mind, and remembered what I knew men liked so much. Smiling my classic, devilish smile, I ran one long finger over his length, wanting to laugh aloud at his incoherent moan and the faint convulsions that overtook his body. "No games," he muttered to me softly. "You've learned far too much."
I did allow myself a little escape of sound then, like wind chimes in a distant breeze. But my laughter was cut short with a gasp of pleasure. I lifted myself up against him, moaning as he found one of my breasts. I cried out his name, my veins sputtering with white heat. He laughed against my chest, causing little spirals of pleasure to rush through me. As he serviced the other one, my hips instinctively rocked against his own, and I watched his eyes close with restraint. A demon like Nadil knew what pleasure really was. A lustful spin on silken sheets, sweet, painful kisses, terrible temptation and roaring passion. It was nothing compared to the ripping apart of other demons, pleasing though that was to watch. But as I was contemplating this, Nadil took advantage of my minute distraction to force his way into me. I could feel myself, unprepared, contort and tear beneath him. I shrieked, arching my back with pain and twisting as if to get away.
"Remember now, darling?" he asked me in his deep and husky voice, making me gasp as he thrust into me further still. His breath blew light and smooth over my exposed chest, making the sprouting tears in my eyes burn harder than before. Oh, the pain racked my body with enough to cause sobbing, but it felt so good, the searing pain, as if a serrated knife were pressed to my skin. The ecstasy was building in my center, but pain weakened me, and that snotty goody-two shoes side was more likely to take over. No matter how much I wanted to resist her irritating snobbery, there was always the risk. Better to thrive on the thrill of the experience. Most demons would kill for this, what I had gotten Nadil to do to me. And then it was over, my blood and tears spattering the black satin sheets. Nadil smiled at me, a lustful Cheshire cat, white teeth gleaming. He stroked my ebony locks tenderly, and rose.
"I must go now, Cesia" he called as he went to retrieve his forgotten garments. "I really came just to see if you were conscious." he winked at me, shrugging a long cloak over his shoulders. "I'm locking you in, my precious gem." and with that, he disappeared through a heavy black mist of magic, to what I could only assume was the gilded door.
Once I was sure he was out of hearing range, I fell back upon the bed, dampened with sweat and blood and tears, and laughed. It was a dark laugh that spread a cushioning feeling of sinister comfort to me alone. I became engulfed in my own cloud of spite and hatred, relishing in the aftermath of my most recent encounter with the Lord, and the cold chip of ice my heart had become.
I fell asleep, content to listen to the terrified screams of the woman in my head.
:::End of Chapter Five:::
Special Notes:
Mad Hatter: Damn, you are PSYCHIC or something. Although this seems to be leaning more towards lemon, don't you think? But yeah...your guess was dead on. Congrats!
Aquajogger: HERE YOU GO! HAPPY NOW? ::giggles:: You've been pestering me about it for the past...well, EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER SO FAR...
Right-y...next chapter I think will be clean though...chapter 8 at the latest will be the next raunchy one. Does anyone have any complaints about any actions in the fic? Any complaints about characters? Are they still IN character? (I sure hope so...) How's Nadil? Creepy enough?
I have never EVER seen a story (chapter, anything...) done from Dark Cesia's point of view. I'd love to read another though, if there is one. She should be back to her normal Cesia self very soon. I suppose being in Nadil's castle makes it hard for you to fight the demon side...
Sorry, all you Rath/Cesia fans. But I did say that this story would have Nadil/Cesia.
Lady Dragonnaine
To be perfectly honest, this was originally the first chapter I ever wrote for this story, before I had come up with a title or decent plot or anything. So, with a little tweaking, I have fixed it up. I am quite proud of this chapter.
Also, this is now rated R, because...well, you'll see in this chapter. Lets just say, it is more explicit than the previous one.
:::Chapter Five:::
I was naked. Lying exposed on silken sheets, my hair loose and my neck bare. I smiled. Finally I was free, free to roam this haven. I could feel unrestrained power emanating in thick waves around me. Someone had cast a protection spell around my satin surroundings. Unfortunately, this meant that those beautiful tendrils--the ones that had embraced the ungracious soul previously--had dispersed.
I felt so divinely demon, so purely evil, and I fought to crush the sobbing voice in the very back of my mind. Tough luck, girl, there's too much fun to be had out here. Oh, how I hated her, her whining, crying, pitiful existence. There wasn't time in this world to be babied. Just time enough to LIVE, to experience everything, to spite all and come up on top. And that was why I needed Nadil. I rose from the bed, my hair cascading in waves over my shoulders, raven locks gleaming in rosy sweetness. The room was huge, a vast bedchamber bathed in black. I sighed. This was heaven. My pale fingers danced across my velvety surroundings, relishing in the darkness, the tainted evils, the rush of ecstasy as I did so. I laughed aloud, so pleased to hear my own bell-like laugh, the darkness echoing around in a soothing evil. My soul was at home. But then the door opened.
Nadil stood in the doorway, magnificence coating him, that sly, cocky look plastered on his face. I would seduce him. Make him mine, wholly and fully. I deserved him, mind, body, and soul. I would have him. He would be mine, and mine alone.
"Cesia," he whispered, "It's been awhile."
"Too long," I purred, crossing my legs and sitting on the bottom of the silk laded bed. "Much too long." My breasts ached for his touch, as I remembered it. The way he cherished my body, his feather-light caresses in the dark of night, the pleasure he evoked from my very soul when I was spread over his bed, the way he moaned at the way my fingers instinctively clawed across his back.
"I'm sorry I can't stay," he said, breaking me from my memories and letting his fingers travel across the inside of my thigh, "There's a lot I must do now."
I pouted. I had had to suffer so long without him, why leave me now; when my body screams for that remembered pleasure, leaving me shivering with anticipation. "One kiss?" I asked, my mind racing, desperate for a moment with him, however small. He nodded in his own way, his eyes twinkling like raven's wings. He bent down and I stood unabashed, lacing my arms around his neck to pull him closer to me. I poured my passion into that kiss, heating it with a desire and magic strong enough to entice him more than he could reason.
"You're stronger," he breathed into my mouth, pulling me flat onto my back. It was no more than a statement of discovery, and I ignored it, still persistent for my kiss. I tugged with expert fingers at the clasps and ties that covered him, exhaling softly as the expensive materials fell from his flawless shoulders. And that little voice in my mind wailed. Screw her, so what? She was sobbing now, fuck it all. It was getting harder and harder to focus on my current objective, the thick-laden clasp just at his groin. He pushed himself against my hands, letting loose the most heavenly groan. So there bitch, I've made the Lord of all Demons groan with desire. My mouth found his again, and I smiled into the kiss as I freed him from the clasp. He hardened under my touch, biting down onto my lip until it trickled blood. I did not flinch, for his long, catlike tongue lapped it up artfully, and I arched my back at the pleasure it caused. Oh God...I loved a lover that knew what he was doing. And did it causing both pain and incredible ecstasy.
Finally freed from all the unnecessary clothing, he fell upon me, tasting, touching, making sure every inch of me received attention. I retained the sense of mind, and remembered what I knew men liked so much. Smiling my classic, devilish smile, I ran one long finger over his length, wanting to laugh aloud at his incoherent moan and the faint convulsions that overtook his body. "No games," he muttered to me softly. "You've learned far too much."
I did allow myself a little escape of sound then, like wind chimes in a distant breeze. But my laughter was cut short with a gasp of pleasure. I lifted myself up against him, moaning as he found one of my breasts. I cried out his name, my veins sputtering with white heat. He laughed against my chest, causing little spirals of pleasure to rush through me. As he serviced the other one, my hips instinctively rocked against his own, and I watched his eyes close with restraint. A demon like Nadil knew what pleasure really was. A lustful spin on silken sheets, sweet, painful kisses, terrible temptation and roaring passion. It was nothing compared to the ripping apart of other demons, pleasing though that was to watch. But as I was contemplating this, Nadil took advantage of my minute distraction to force his way into me. I could feel myself, unprepared, contort and tear beneath him. I shrieked, arching my back with pain and twisting as if to get away.
"Remember now, darling?" he asked me in his deep and husky voice, making me gasp as he thrust into me further still. His breath blew light and smooth over my exposed chest, making the sprouting tears in my eyes burn harder than before. Oh, the pain racked my body with enough to cause sobbing, but it felt so good, the searing pain, as if a serrated knife were pressed to my skin. The ecstasy was building in my center, but pain weakened me, and that snotty goody-two shoes side was more likely to take over. No matter how much I wanted to resist her irritating snobbery, there was always the risk. Better to thrive on the thrill of the experience. Most demons would kill for this, what I had gotten Nadil to do to me. And then it was over, my blood and tears spattering the black satin sheets. Nadil smiled at me, a lustful Cheshire cat, white teeth gleaming. He stroked my ebony locks tenderly, and rose.
"I must go now, Cesia" he called as he went to retrieve his forgotten garments. "I really came just to see if you were conscious." he winked at me, shrugging a long cloak over his shoulders. "I'm locking you in, my precious gem." and with that, he disappeared through a heavy black mist of magic, to what I could only assume was the gilded door.
Once I was sure he was out of hearing range, I fell back upon the bed, dampened with sweat and blood and tears, and laughed. It was a dark laugh that spread a cushioning feeling of sinister comfort to me alone. I became engulfed in my own cloud of spite and hatred, relishing in the aftermath of my most recent encounter with the Lord, and the cold chip of ice my heart had become.
I fell asleep, content to listen to the terrified screams of the woman in my head.
:::End of Chapter Five:::
Special Notes:
Mad Hatter: Damn, you are PSYCHIC or something. Although this seems to be leaning more towards lemon, don't you think? But yeah...your guess was dead on. Congrats!
Aquajogger: HERE YOU GO! HAPPY NOW? ::giggles:: You've been pestering me about it for the past...well, EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER SO FAR...
Right-y...next chapter I think will be clean though...chapter 8 at the latest will be the next raunchy one. Does anyone have any complaints about any actions in the fic? Any complaints about characters? Are they still IN character? (I sure hope so...) How's Nadil? Creepy enough?
I have never EVER seen a story (chapter, anything...) done from Dark Cesia's point of view. I'd love to read another though, if there is one. She should be back to her normal Cesia self very soon. I suppose being in Nadil's castle makes it hard for you to fight the demon side...
Sorry, all you Rath/Cesia fans. But I did say that this story would have Nadil/Cesia.
Lady Dragonnaine