CHAPTER THREE
She felt weak and heavy, like there was something pulling her to the ground into the depths of the earth. What was this? Dark magic?
His very presence felt stifling.
She stared at him as he climbed leisurely off his horse. He was big - his large, armored body towering at least two feet over her. He wielded the giant ax in his hand like it was a feather to him. She watched as he leaned it gently against the ground of the cave. Then he turned back towards her, pacing around her. His eyes were fixed intensely on hers. He had a small smirk on his face, like he was looking at his prey.
Her heart was pounding fast.
She could still escape. Summon a ray of burning moonlight. Create an illusion. Use her chalice. But which one would let her sneak past him through the entrance to the caverns, back towards her freedom?
"Did you enjoy those images I conjured for you?"
His voice was low, almost like a drawl that dripped with mockery.
Her breath quickened, the image of him thrusting his body against hers flashing again through her mind. She could envision again her own mouth opened with unwanted pleasure.
She would never allow it to happen.
"Do you think I'm just some defenseless magister waiting to be killed?" she said, not allowing any tremor into her voice.
"Oh, I expect you to fight me," he said, the gleam in his eyes darkening further, "It'll make it that much sweeter when I break you afterwards."
Her eyes narrowed.
It was time.
She brought her arms abruptly out in front of her in a practiced, fluid motion.
"Exa-vi-ty-mani-as!"
Two rays of scorching moonlight flew out from her fingertips. She didn't need to kill him, only distract him enough to escape.
She gasped, watching as he dropped and rolled on the ground, dodging her attack with ease.
"My turn," he said, his eyes turning dark with bloodlust.
He grabbed his ax and aimed at her. She gasped, seeing a blaze of fire emerge, plunging towards her.
"Defendi-delphi-trois!" she cried.
She pushed the pink glowing triangle out in front of her, gritting her teeth as she flames dissipated into her magical shield.
He growled in anger.
"You're stronger than I thought," he said, teeth clenched.
"You have no idea," she said.
With a determined smile, she whispered it: "Delphi-re."
It was not unusual that her opponents underestimated her, whether because of her size or because she was a woman. But it didn't matter. None of them ever expected that her Delphi shield was not purely for defense. It was a reflection spell.
With a shout, she released the fire that he'd launched at her, blasting it back towards him.
He roared, turning his cape to use as a shield. But the damage was done. She could see the flames line his armor, depleting it of its protective properties.
This was her chance.
"Vive-flori-des-magis-cinqo!"
Her body glowed pink as she absorbed the surrounding natural elements, summoning the help of the creek running at the side of the cave, of the vines lining the walls, even of the light glimmering past the general's dominating body.
'Fieori!"
She fired off the gathered energy, a brilliant flurry of white filling the cave.
She couldn't see him, but she ran. She could dodge past him. She fell on to her knees, crawling past where he had been, trusting that the blinding light would shield her from his sight and that-
She gasped.
She felt hand tighten around her throat, pulling her up from where she was crawling on the ground.
"You shouldn't have angered me," he said through gritted teeth, "No more spells, little Priestess."
She gasped as he put his hand over her mouth. Horrified, she saw a dark silk seal appear in front of her lips.
It was an ancient dark magic spell. One to silence the magisters of light in eons past.
He had made her powerless.
"I did like that pretty mouth of yours," he said, still seething, "But I'll have to enjoy the rest of your body in the meanwhile."
Eyes wide with terror, she realized she couldn't even cry out in defiance.
Then she felt his rough hands hoist her on to his horse. Tossing her on his lap like she was his prey, he placed his ax on his back and took off with her into the night.
She was his prisoner.
He had to make it back to his keep by sunrise. His troops needed his strengthening before they set out for the Eastern Moon Kingdoms on their next conquest. He'd had plans to imbue their weapons and armor with his dark magic. He'd also needed to strategize with his generals about the situation at the West.
They only had time for a short break. He'd found an appropriate clearing for water and food to keep up his strength as they made it to the rest of the night journey. They'd been riding all night.
The wise thing to do was to go back, deposit her into the prison in his keep, attend to the war affairs, and wait until night time when the time was less valuable to acquaint himself with her. And he would acquaint fully with her - he could imagine punishing her perfect body all night long, pounding into those virgin depths until she learned to beg him for his expert attention.
But he knew he couldn't wait.
He knew she was beautiful - perfect. But as he rode through the night with her on his lap - he could smell her. Could sense the scent of flowers. Could feel her alluring, soft body writhing in front of him, so close to where his pants felt tight.
He couldn't wait anymore.
It was the reason she was lay out in front of him, on the soft sheet he had procured for when he would break for water and food.
It was the reason she lay there, eyes downcast, silent as her lips were still sealed by his magic.
It was the reason her priestess robe was opened, revealing her perfect, creamy breasts.
He couldn't wait.
He lay on his stomach, his head hovering on her chest. His lips were drawn naturally to her nipple. With a growl, breath hitched, he let himself enjoy the delicacy. His eyes rolled back when he made contact, his hungry lips tasting her for the first time. He could taste her innocence, her life as a priestess untouched by any man. He felt a fierce possessiveness over her body. She had been no one else's. Now she was his.
Knowing she was muted by his spell, he stole a glance at her face to find her eyes squeezed shut. He could almost hear the sweet agonizing cry on her lips through her bind as he feasted on her. He would teach her pleasure. He would devour her and make her enjoy it.
Unable to quench his thirst for her, he sucked harder and felt her body writhe underneath him. His other hand moved to grab on to her other perfect breast, teasing the softness there with a flicker of her nipple before he gripped the soft flesh tightly, possessively, enjoying her thrashing body as he molded her orb to fit in the shape he wanted. More turned on than ever before, he suckled harder and harder on her, swirling his tongue around the now hard nub. He was determined to suck her dry,
He couldn't wait anymore.
He thrust his hand down her soft belly and past the waistband of her priestess robe, roughly searching between her legs.
He glanced at her face to find her eyes wide open now, in panic.
"It's okay," he mumbled around her nipple, "I'll take care of you, little Priestess."
Growling against her flesh, he gripped the secret spot between her legs, cupping her there, lust coursing through his veins. He would never take her virginity with his fingers. He wanted to break her with his cock, burying his entire rockhard length into her with that first thrust. But he wanted her wet. He wanted to drive her into a frenzy.
He chuckled against her nipple, "I got you, Priestess."
He'd found the spot, his finger immediately rubbing and teasing it while she writhed more frantcically than ever before. Her legs were thrashing, trying to close against his questing fingers. What a silly naive girl. Did she think she could resist him? Did she think he wouldn't make her climax hard and fast against him, learn to accept him?
He growled lustfully against her breast, sucking harder than ever before as his fingers teased her feverishly. He knew what women want. He knew how to make them lose control and give themselves over to him completely.
He finally released her wet nipple from her chest, looking up at her face, suddenly finding himself frustrated. He didn't like her mutedness. He wanted to hear her wail and scream for him. He wanted her to tell him she wanted it.
She was looking back intensely at him, her face a mixture of surrender and... desire?
He glance curiously at her.
She seemed to be panting against the seal, her legs still thrashing and trying to bunch together against his long fingers.
She raised a hand weakly to point towards her mouth.
Frowning, he finally understood her.
Pinching and squeezing her clit with his fingers, he leaned towards her face to stare deep into her eyes.
She wanted him.
He couldn't bare her silence anymore. He needed to hear her cries of pleasure. He wanted to hear her scream for him and beg for his cock.
Frustrated, his cock harder than it had ever been in his life, he growled a mnemonic and watched as the dark seal in front her mouth disappeared.
He immediately attached his lips to hers. She tasted like heaven. He buried his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all she had to offer. She whimpered against him while his fingers punished her more brutally than ever before, moving her towards completion. He was going to make this maddening, beautiful woman mindlessly need his body by the end of the night.
"Ah... ah!" she gasped out around his lips, "Ahh..."
"What do you want?" he growled against her mouth, "Tell me, little Serenity."
Her mouth was open in pleasured agony. He wanted to hear her beg for her release. Plead for him to replace his finger with his cock and destroy her. But he didn't care. He'd teach her to beg later.
He let her have it, rubbing her clit so feverishly that he could almost sense her pleasure. When she screamed out, he chuckled, feeling a gush of fluid hit his fingers. He immediately brought it up to his mouth to taste, shuddering at the deliciousness of her honey, his mind foggy with lust.
He'd earned it. He moved his hand down to push at his own trousers.
"Tell me you want my cock," he growled it against her lips, his body almost shaking with lustful anticipation, "Tell me what you me to fuck you."
Anxiously, he waited for her to respond. And then he finally heard her speak.
'Fieori."
His eyes flew open in shock. He shouted a swift mnemonic to create a shadow barrier around herself as her body exploded in light. A huge pillar of white lit up the sky, flying heavenward.
With a roar, his large body flew backwards, his shield only partially absorbing the impact of her spell.
"You bitch!" he roared, landing hard on his back several yards away.
"There!"
Mina, the Head of the Royal Guard Venus Brigade, pointed at the pillar of light. She flew her Pegasus down slightly to catch a better glimpse of its origin.
"It must be her!" Lita responded. Her Jupiter crest reflected the great bright light. "Let's go!"
Swooping down towards the clearing, the two Royal Guard generals flew hurriedly to rescue the Moon Priestess.
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