Chapter Thirteen
For the next few days, the women devoured as much knowledge as they could. Both Lana and Morgana used their magic to narrow down the selection of books from the thousands to several hundred, which they sorted by hand to put aside fifty or so relevant volumes. Splitting them up, they carted them out and up to the castle and began to read page after page of the history of the creation of Soul Eaters and what was required to destroy them.
They had been created long before Dante had come into power. It was at the time of the great Civil Wars, thousands of years ago on Terranovum. The land was not ruled by kings then; rather territories were governed by lords who controlled their people with an iron fist. In the fights that ensued as a result, mass murder and genocide became commonplace, and the lords looked to wizards and scientists to create a new and awful magic. This magic had multiple purposes: to make the lower classes subservient to the ruling aristocracy, and interrogate those who threatened their ways of life.
They learned that the creation of a Soul Eater was rather horrific. Not only did the man have to be drained of blood, but a magical design needed to be carved into his chest with a sacred knife. Then, a long ritual composing of chanting and centering dark energy into his body was performed. Scientists changed the very biochemistry of his makeup, infusing his blood back inside his body at the very end of the ritual. The ceremony took days, and at the conclusion of it all, a man would stand before them, devoid of all hair, anointed in strange tattoos, and with eyes the color of obsidian. Many times, the men died in the process, and few survived, but those who did were granted abilities like never before. The science behind the making of a Soul Eater had initially been documented in incredible detail, but later burned when the true nature of the monsters they had eventually created came to light.
The men became monsters. Allowed the powers of shadow and terrible evils, they survived on painful memories protected within their prey’s mind. They were able to extract these memories from humans and Erassans alike, and this process involved unspeakable pain for those unfortunate enough to be taken victim. The pain those affected by the evil of these men suffered, yet this would power the Soul Eater’s magic, feeding it to grand magnitudes like never before. Oftentimes, the Soul Eater would be a little overzealous, and the target of their power would die from the agony involved. One terrifying side effect of this process was that once one of their kind entered into the head of another, he never left, always present in the victim’s head. Those who survived often went mad, and committed suicide later in life.
As more time passed, it became clear that these men had access to even greater abilities than ever expected. They could enter into an individual’s mind and take over that person’s body, be it human or alien. A Soul Eater could torture their targets from great distances, extracting pain and terror to fuel more terrible powers. These men could transform into shadow and travel in the darkness at great speeds. Nothing could collar these beasts, so terrible did their powers become. Terrifying stories of unspeakable acts came to light, in which a Soul Eater could force a human or Erassan to do whatever he wished, be it rape, murder, or theft, yet that individual would never know that they were a victim of his powers. For that person, they just decided to commit that crime that day. To them, they would never come to the realization that the Soul Eater had compelled them to do anything.
The most chilling tale they came across was the story of a child fathered by a Soul Eater. A son, as this magic only ever took hold in the male form, massacred an entire village of humans with nothing but his mind. A simple thought killed hundreds in a matter of seconds.
It took a group of sorceresses and wizards to come together to realize that the only weakness of a magic so dark and terrible was the power of light. Through exposing a Soul Eater to magic reinforced by the influence of light and goodness, the man would finally be defeated. In explicit detail, the prophets involved with the destruction of these beings documented each and every instance this occurred, and when Olivia turned the very last page in the final volume, they all understood what had to happen.
Unfortunately for them, the magic that the wizards and witches of old commanded used to be much stronger, and encompassed all aspects of the mystical spectrum. For them to finally defeat Lord Nero, they would have to use everything at their disposal, including ancient spells left over from the conjurers of old.
Plans to depart the capital were made without delay. Exchanges between all the couples tensed, yet everyone remained calm. Wes kept Olivia relaxed with frequent spankings, even in the presence of the others. Both Dante and Kade took their woman in hand often. Kade kept a paddle in his back pocket, and Olivia doubted that the poor redhead’s behind ever faded from red to white during those few very anxious days.
The night before they were scheduled to leave, Olivia was poring over a book one last time, trying to understand her own powers that being a Servus Agonia entitled her to. She had learned that her blood called her to submit to her mate, and in that submission, her magic was released. The more she submitted, the stronger her abilities became. Her magic, once strong enough, could light even the darkest halls, affording a protective barrier over all those in her presence. Rereading a paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time, she sighed when she felt Wes’ fingertips comb through her hair.
“My kitten, I believe it’s time we retired to the bedroom. You need to take your mind off all this.” He paused, lowering his voice a little. “It’s time for you to surrender to me in more ways than one.”
A thrill raced up her spine at his promising words. Looking back at him, she smiled and rose when his hand fisted in her hair. Pain exploded at the back of her head, but it didn’t hurt for very long. The soreness melted into a delicious pleasure that shot down straight to her core, leaving her panting with wild arousal. After the events of the last few days, she needed to feel him touch her. His collar hung heavily around her throat, reminding her that she was his.
Silently, he let go of her and strode to the door. She felt bereft of his touch, but he looked back at her and beckoned for her to follow. Without delay, she rose to her feet and dutifully followed behind him. Their footsteps rang out on the stone floors, only quieting when they walked along the long decorative carpets that adorned the halls of the castle. It didn’t take very long to reach his chambers, and by the time his hand touched the door, she could already feel her honey seeping from her entrance.
Instead he paused and removed his hand from the door, turning back toward her in the process.
“Take off your clothes. You are to enter my chamber completely naked. I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl inside, leaving your dress on the chair just inside the door.”
With that, he clicked open the door and sauntered inside. Facing her, he crossed his arms over his chest and waited. With an uneasy swallow, she gazed back at him, her stomach in a free fall of nervous tension. What if someone had followed them? What if someone saw her undress?
“Now, Olivia. If you should delay any longer, you will deeply regret it. You’re already getting a spanking; let’s not involve the tawse that’s been begging to lash your naughty bottom too.”
“Yes, master.”
Looking quickly from side to side, she kicked off the ballet slippers that guarded her small feet, and slipped the burgundy dress that covered her naked body over her head. Shivering, she folded it hastily and tossed it inside so that it landed on the wooden straight-backed chair next to the doorframe inside the room. Completely naked except for the leather collar and emerald-colored gem encasing her throat, she knelt down so that her knees met the soft carpet that led into his chambers and leaned forward, placing her palms flat on the floor.
Hurriedly, she moved forward so that she could enter the safety of his room. Once inside, she shut the door behind her with her foot, safe in the private walls of his space. He stood still in the center of the carpet, his hungry eyes taking in all of her body, as she continued to slink toward him. His predatory gaze caused her thighs to clench and moisture to seep out of her folds, dripping down her thighs. The entire time she was crawling toward him, she thought about the dichotomy between them—him fully clothed, her entirely naked—and her muscles trembled with lust.
When she reached him, she leaned backwards, sitting on her heels with her knees spread wide. She linked her arms behind her back, her small hands clutching her elbows, thrusting her breasts forward for him to admire. Arching her back, she looked up at him for any indication that she had pleased him with her efforts. A small smirk glimmered about his lips, but he hid it quickly, walking around her to open his armoire of kinky devices. She was facing away from him, so she couldn’t know what he had in his hands when his footsteps moved back toward her.
The soft bite of leather cracked lightly against her upper back, and she groaned at the feeling of it. Recognizing the supple feel, she knew he had grabbed the crop, and she licked her lips at the delicious memories associated with it. He corrected her form slightly, smacking each side of her ass sharply before turning his attention elsewhere.
Reaching upwards well above her head, her eyes widened when he pulled down long strips of silky looking fabric. Narrowing her eyes, she watched him suspiciously as he maneuvered the silks to his liking, before turning back and turning a hard, dominant stare in her direction.
“Rise.”
She obeyed without question, looking up nervously at the black material rigged to a post far above her.
“Put your hands in front of you.”
Once she obeyed, he grasped her two small fists with only one of his own and raised them above her head. Within seconds, he had lashed the fabric around her limbs, leaving her body stretched taut as she tried to maintain contact with the floor. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but she had to concentrate in order to keep herself off her tiptoes and her heels flat on the carpet beneath her.
“Have these always been here, sir?” she asked quietly, keeping her eyes demurely on the floor. At the last second, she glanced up, and the smirk that he had been hiding earlier was there in full force.
“Yes, kitten. Relax; I’m going to flog you now. Then I will take you down and spank your bottom rosy red, before you open yourself to me to claim your pussy and that tight little ass of yours. You are safe in my hands.” He paused and began again, looking more serious than ever, “I expect silence now, unless you’re moaning my name. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.”
She heard him move behind her, and once again, she realized he had positioned her in such a way that she wouldn’t know what was to come. Soft satiny fabric caressed her forehead before coming to a resting place over her eyes. The world went dark, and with a soft sigh of both nervousness and excitement, she smiled.
Trusting him with every fiber of her being, her hands fisted in the fabric above her, holding her body steady as she prepared herself for the lash.
Softly, the tails of the flogger bit into her sensitive flesh, followed by a second blow across her bottom. The strands of leather danced across her like raindrops, and she moaned in pleasure, squeezing her thighs together as the implement pranced across her skin, from the top of her back to the bottom of her calves. Gradually, he built up an ever-growing cadence, beginning with soft touches, and then increasing with intensity so that her breath caught in her throat as some of the harder ones bit into her skin. He’d added a second flogger, and she imagined him twirling them behind her, his Florentine skills better than she could have ever hoped for. The floggers didn’t cut or mark her like she had thought they might; instead they kissed her tender flesh, relaxing her so that her limbs felt like jelly. His rhythm began to increase, as did the power behind the blows, but her mind was already gone, her blood heated with the submission coursing through her veins. Her body relenting, she sighed happily as the floggers’ impact stroked against her, again and again until her mind soared, lost in her obedient compliance.
The lashes struck her again and again, but they didn’t hurt anymore. Instead, every strike caused an electric bolt of pleasure to shoot straight for the bundle of nerves between her legs. In an incredible crescendo, Wes ravished her with the touch of leather, the heavy thongs smacking across her bottom cheeks over and over, right over the top of her quivering folds.
“Open your legs.”
Whimpering slightly, she obeyed, and the floggers kissed her lower lips gently. Her body reacted violently, the sensation of the leather touching her there causing her legs to shake with need. He lashed her there a second time, and the tension within her began to crack.
“Are you allowed to come, kitten?”
“Oh, god, please, master, please let me come.”
“You will take five more of the flogger against your pussy. On the fifth stroke, you are allowed to come. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, master,” she breathed, her voice ragged with the cravings raging through her.
The first fell and she held onto the fabric above her for dear life. He moved around her, his footsteps echoing in the silence, and the second stroke kissed her naked pussy lips. One tail slapped against her bud and it nearly undid her. Her chest heaving, she gathered herself, only to be rewarded with a third and fourth lashing. Then the fifth slapped full force between her legs, the coil inside her snapped, and it shattered hard. Fisting the silk above her, her arms tensed and she lifted her entire body off the floor.
Her muscles clenched and trembled, overwhelming pleasure taking over her entire world. Hips rocking back and forth, her empty channel grasped the air, her honey seeping out of her like never before. Her blood, hot with sensual fever, pumped through her skin, still likely pink from the attention of the floggers’ lashes. Her breasts felt heavy and peaked painfully as she came, until finally she was able to compose herself and place the soles of her feet back on the floor. With a quiet sigh, she straightened her body once again.
Something sharp bit into her nipple and she yelped out in shock. As another pinched her opposite side, she rose up on tiptoes at the sudden pain. Wes whipped the blindfold off her face and she looked back at him wide-eyed before looking down at her punished breasts.
Two emerald-jeweled clamps adorned her aching peaks, and a delicate chain hung in between them, connecting the two gems. After the initial shock when he attached them, her nipples seemed to harden even further, and the smell of her arousal gave away how much her body enjoyed this novel treatment.
“New present for me, master?” she asked, unable to hide her grin of obvious desire.
“Just for you, kitten.”
He reached up and released her from the silks above her in a fraction of a second. Gathering her up safely in his arms, he sat down on the edge of the bed and maneuvered her so that she lay face down across his thighs. He angled her so her torso was supported by the firm mattress, and pressed her down so that her nipples pushed against the quilt. Fingers between her thighs told her that he wanted her to spread her legs, so she did just that.
Sated for the time being, she prepared herself for whatever she was about to receive from her master, her commander. Her globes awaited his touch and she whined aloud when she realized that her arousal was soaking her thighs, most likely leaving a wet spot on the pair of dark pants he was wearing.
Her skin still warm from the kiss of the leather flails of the floggers, she gasped as his palm thudded against her backside, landing directly between her cheeks and over the top of her pussy. The wet sound that met her ears confirmed how stirred with desire she was, yet she could do nothing to hide it.
He spanked her there three more times, before beginning to paddle her in earnest. As he held her hips tight, his palm smacked the lower curve of her bottom, and then he focused on her thighs, which really got her attention.
She didn’t fight him in the slightest. In fact, as each spank cracked against her tender skin, her hips rocked backward, meeting each and every one. She was lost in her head, her mind in the clouds as she accepted that he would spank her until he felt she had enough, no more and no less. Her bottom burned, sore as his palm broke against her tenderized skin.
All at once, he stopped and spread her bottom cheeks wide apart, and she squeaked, realizing he was looking straight down at her bottom hole.
“Oh, please, not there, master,” she whispered, hiding her face in her hands. Not long after, she felt the telltale trickle of lubricant against her tight rim of muscle, and the rough pad of his thumb spread it around, pressing inside her naughtiest hole whether she liked it or not. A foreign object nestled against her back entrance before pushing against her bottom. With a yelp, what she could only guess was a plug breached her tightness, stretching her wide as Wes unmercifully thrust it inside her. She had no choice but to submit to his desires, as the plug expanded her bottom hole painfully until it popped inside her ass. The base of it nestled between her cheeks, and she blushed as her nipples hardened even further.
There was truly no hope for her. Here she was, naked over his thighs, her bottom raised high in the air, red from being spanked like a naughty little girl, and bursting of a large plug that filled her completely. It felt wicked and incredibly wanton, but she didn’t care. This was where she was meant to be, and her body agreed with her. Her pussy wept with unmet need, and she moaned out loud when he began to spank her naughty cheeks again.
“How does it feel, bad girl, with your bottom spread wide and full simply because I wished it? Now I’m going to thrash your naughty little ass with my favorite leather paddle until I decide you’ve thoroughly submitted to me.”
She didn’t respond with any words and couldn’t have even if she wanted to. Instead, she arched her back and the paddle bit down onto her right cheek, both thuddy and stingy at the same time. The implement smacked down on her already punished globes, and in that instant, she realized he had been holding back. His spanks rained down on her bottom, and she cried out at the raw alpha power behind his disciplining hand.
Tears threatened at the corners of her eyes and her hands clenched the soft quilt beneath her. All at once, her body relented, and her tears began to cascade from the corners of her eyes and down her face. He thrashed her bottom harshly, yet she could feel his love behind every stroke. Her body racked with sobs, releasing the stress of the uncertainty of events about to unfold that had been hiding within her.
In that act, she felt like he had taken the world off her shoulders. For a moment, nothing else mattered except the paddle relentlessly spanking her bottom.
“Arch your back. I want you to feel my marks on your naughty cheeks every time you sit down tomorrow.”
When she did, the heavy leather paddle spanked her with rapid fervor, ten times with such force that her tears renewed, but when he had finished, she laid over his lap feeling entirely free.
He lifted her off his thighs, wrapping his arms around her. A slight hiss left her lips as her backside pressed into his hard muscle, her bottom sore from her spanking, and her tight pucker still impossibly full with the rather large plug deep inside.
Hugging her close to him, he massaged her back, and she sighed as her tears dried and a happy smile graced her lips. Now she knew what the magic inside her called for. She was a Servus Agonia, a servant to pain and submission. In the relinquishment of her body to her master, she attained a level of freedom like she had never felt before. In his hands, she flew, and she loved him for it.
He didn’t rush her, but let her body calm of its own accord. She knew that he was aware of the fact that she had just experienced something extremely powerful, and was relishing the intensity of it. Finally, her body trembled softly, her need for him becoming so overpowering that she felt her lips begin to move of their own accord.
“Wes,” she said, her voice ragged with need.
“What is it, kitten?”
“I need you to fuck me now. Please.”
“Such a naughty girl. I’m going to have to spank you for that.”
Instead, his lips plundered hers, his tongue exploring between her lips and dancing with her own. Firmly, he put a hand on her shoulder and pressed her down on the bed, flat on her back. Her breasts heavy with the clamps he had placed there, and her ass full of his plug, she spread her legs with no shame. Staring down at her, he smiled like a predator about to capture his prey.
Unclasping his pants, his cock sprang free and he wasted no time in getting to work. In a single, smooth, solid motion, he speared her with his hardness and she cried out. He slammed into her again and again, and she moaned at the sheer rawness of their wild act. At first it hurt, her tight pussy stretching wide around his cock, and her bottom hole still incredibly full. The entire experience made his shaft seem larger than ever before.
Her wet channel, slickened in her aroused state, quickly turned that pain into pleasure, and she began to scream with her joy. Climbing higher and higher into the world of ecstasy, she submitted gracefully to his astonishing dominance. He would fuck her when he wanted, how he wanted, and she would love every single second of it.
Not long after, she felt herself reach the top of the precipice, and knew it wouldn’t be long until her body hurtled off the edge into a fit of passionate desire.
“Please, master,” she cried out desperately, not wanting to disappoint him by disobeying his command that she seek her release without his permission. “Please let me come.”
“Come with me, kitten. Come now. Break apart all over me or else I’ll whip your pretty bottom some more.”
She didn’t need anything more than the sound of his voice, and her orgasm imploded inside her. Feeling his hot seed spurt against her inner walls, her entire body tensed, and she felt her pussy convulse around his cock. Hot tears leaked from the edges of her eyes as her entire world went light with her pleasure. Her skin burned with it, glowed with it, as she found the ultimate freedom in her lover’s arms. He pumped into her again and again as her body refused to come down, one orgasm after another flowing into the next.
He rolled them on the bed so his back was to the quilt, and she sat atop him, his cock pressing deeper into her channel than ever. She rode him until the fiery blaze of passion that burned through her finally subsided, fading into burning embers instead. Finally collapsing to his chest, she simply breathed, her heartbeat pounding away in her skull.
When her breathing regained some sense of normalcy, Wes had her sit up. His fingers grasped the clamp on her right nipple and unfastened it. An intense pain raced through her body, settling right in her core and her clit throbbed once again. With a sense of panic, she whined when his hand moved to the other one.
“Deep breath, little one.”
With that, he released the clamp on the opposite side, and she cried out, her body dissolving once again into orgasm. Her pussy clenched around his perpetually hard cock as he slammed up into her. When her release faded away, he sat up and pressed her tender breasts to his chest. Gripping the plug with one hand, the other firmly around her waist, he began to pull it out.
With a soft whimper, she didn’t fight him. At its widest point, the plug stretched her uncomfortably, but she enjoyed the feeling, relished it even. No matter if it was wanton or wrong, she loved when he attended to her naughtiest hole, and she smiled happily.
“I love you, master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“I love you for always, Olivia.”
The two of them fell asleep in each other’s arms, vaguely aware of the fact that her skin shone a brilliant white light that wouldn’t fade for many hours to come.