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DevilsReef avatar DevilsReef — Devil's Reef Chapter IV [NSFW]
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When I awoke, he was still there on my leg, sweetly dreaming.    I took a quiet comfort from this, as if this shy servant were the only remnant of peace in the world.  There was some commotion outside, and despite personal objections, I stirred Joshua.  He yawned, stretched, and was very surprised when I leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Well, hello,” I murmured, smiling as I stood.

He smirked, back to his bashful self.  He caught my gaze at the food on the bar.  He gulped, staring at it.  I looked at him.

“Don’t worry, I will consider eating it.  Just...not now.”

Joshua did not respond, but his shamed expression told me everything.  The uncomfortable silence was soon interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by the sounds of the latch being released.  Joshua stood, and moved defensively toward me.  It struck me as funny that he thought he could protect me.  The door opened to the cooing of a familiar voice.  It was him.  The bastard who had trapped me here.  
Joshua immediately fell to his knees, his head lowered in submission.  His right eye curled up, beckoning me to follow his lead.  I remained standing, staring at the examining eyes of my keeper.  He was very pleased to see me so unclothed.  Casually, he approached, gazing down at Joshua, who remained submissively perched at pelvic level.  He reached down to stroke the side of Joshua’s face, gently lifting him up with the tips of his fingers.  Joshua kept his eyes down as he stood, allowing this man to touch his face, stroke down his body.  
Dancing a gaze and a smile toward me, Joshua’s master kissed him.  Soft, tugging kisses, wrapping his arms around the servant’s body and coaxing the servant to touch him.  His fingers slid over Joshua’s buttocks, gripping, yanking him closer.  Joshua did not resist, but did not dare make a move not approved by the master.  The master’s hands explored the back of Joshua’s body, just as his lips explored the front, gripping and tugging, becoming ever forceful.  Although the master would bite and pull at his neck, and Joshua would wince when hurt, but would still comply.  
When it became evident that Joshua was not enjoying the forceful wooing, I pulled him away.  The master pulled him back with that wicked grin and proceeded to kiss his lips again.  That part Joshua enjoyed, but the master had to overpower him just to prove he could do it.  I tried to pull Joshua away again, but the master turned and pinned me down on the bed, licking at my lobes and nuzzling my neck.  I struggled and grunted, screaming for him to get off of me. I thought about crying for help from Joshua, but he appeared to be having trouble getting to his feet, stumbling back to the love seat.  The master retreated from my body, gliding his icy hands down my flesh.  I tried to swing at him, but found my hands tightly clasped in the golden shackles on the headboard.  
The beast smiled down at me before heading over to the bar, and the full tray of food.  Looking at the tray, then Joshua, then me, he scooped his finger down in the dressing and sucked it off.

You should eat, Pretty...you need your strength...

He moved over to Joshua on the love seat.  All I could do was watch.  The master sat down by the weakened slave, slipping his hand down between Joshua’s thighs, smiling at him.  Joshua gazed at the hand, squeaking a bit as that hand traveled under the cloth up to his genitals.  The master then bent in and proceeded to lick his neck, all the while fondling him.  The servant had the nerve to enjoy it, however, secretly sniffing his lord when the master was not looking.

I like this one the beast muttered, apparently in my direction.  He’s like a hot, sweet tea...spicy on the tongue then soothing...  Come, taste him...

I resisted.  A different kind of anger was boiling in me.  It felt like...jealousy.  I did not want this creature touching Joshua.  I did not want Joshua liking it.  I struggled in vain against the shackles, turning over to tug at them.  Suddenly, I felt a cold hand against my buttocks, gently caressing.  The master was sitting on the edge of the mattress, casually enjoying himself with my rump.  I pulled away but he grabbed my thigh, holding me in place.

You are still too jumpy, my sweet...but then that is part of your appeal...

He motioned for Joshua to come around the other side, then crawl up on the bed.  He did this with only a couple of bizarre hand gestures, to which Joshua obeyed like a trained puppy.  On his hands and knees, Joshua crawled across the bed to the lips of his master.  I noticed again that my captor was being extremely gentle, which brought me some sort of odd comfort.  That comfort was broken when the creature started to move toward me, cooing and whispering, placing those cold, pulse-less fingers on my skin.  I squirmed away, trapped and frightened.  He slid himself up to my face, nestling his head in my hair.  He traced the outline of my face with his finger, gazing at me with strange devotion.  Joshua quietly crept up to us, freezing until his master gave him a reassuring smile.  The servant then laid his soft, warm head in my lap.  This distracted me long enough to not notice the kisses around my jaw.

You will call me Master in due time, Pretty...I do not think you realize how beautiful you are.  

He reached across me to curl a lock of un-braided hair in fingers, examining it.  Softly murmuring, he nuzzled the bridge of his nose behind my ear, gently my lobe.

Every piece of you, beautiful...perfect...how did I get so lucky to find you?   He laughed.  And crawling into my window!  He looked at Joshua.  

And your new little friend...what is his name?


I told him.  He repeated it, affectionately, reaching down to stroke Joshua’s face.  It irritated me.  Somehow, the master sensed this, flashing me a patronizing smile.  His hand move up from Joshua’s face to my chest, his eyes scoping it in awe.  He returned to his murmurs and nuzzling kisses, toying with my nipple and outlining my pectorals with a single finger.  This was a sharp contrast to Joshua’s warm head in my lap.  I looked at them both enjoying my body and my company, then at the clasps that held my hands.  How ironic it was, to be on this soft bed, with pillows under my head and neck, curled up with two people that adore me, and all I wanted was to be somewhere else.

You seem unhappy, Pretty.  

This man was the king of understatements.

Is there any reason I should not be?

He looked at my eyes and then into them.  He laid so tenderly his face against mine, his ebony locks spilling against my cheeks.  If he had breath, I would have felt it on my lips.  He wanted to kiss me, but resisted.

“I could force you...make you love me as your senses scream ‘no’...rape your body and have my fill of the unimaginable pleasure of your flesh.  Laugh at you as your gorgeous arms try to push me, your magnificent thighs squirm away to deny me your carnal treasures.”

He gazed into my eyes again, somehow lost.

But I will not.  I can not.  To touch you is to touch everything I love.  He laughed at himself, at his foolish notions.  And yet I love you too much to touch you.

I wanted to tell him to stop touching me, but decided against it.  I looked down, Joshua was asleep again, as my abdominals made a hard but fitting pillow.  The master noticed him as well, smiling sweetly.

You like this little one don’t you.  He will be my gift to you.  Provided you let me enjoy you.

“Enjoy how?”  I answered low, still looking at Joshua.

He kissed me, his cold, fleshy lips planted firmly against mine.  Using them, he parted my mouth to allow his tongue to enter.  It revolted me, but I felt his mouth warming.  He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.  By the time I felt his fangs along my bottom lip I was terrified.  He scooped his hand behind my head to hold me.

Shhhh...Pretty... he whispered, I will not hurt you...let me love you...

I squirmed against this dead flesh, with his eager hands.  The more I struggled, the more aroused he became.  Aroused, and aggressive.  Perhaps this was why Joshua simply allowed himself to be touched.  The hands combed and played in my hair, across my skin.  He kept smelling me, licking me simply to taste.  

“It is not polite to play with your food,” I growled.

He laughed as if I was joking, flicking his tongue on my lips.  Sitting up, he reached over to stir Joshua, muttering something about nightly chores.  Joshua  nodded obediently to him, then farewell to me, collecting himself before skirting away, only to turn and bow quickly as he closed the door behind him.  And like that we were alone.  I felt a hand slithering to where it should not go, and bolted away, to the best of my ability.  I was suddenly afraid again, as if Joshua’s presence were some soothing spell.  I realized again how vulnerable I was, as did the warden of this well-furnished prison.    I rolled myself off the bed to avoid him, my wrists still firmly attached to the wall.  He sat there, watching me, a charmed smile in his eye.  With a simple reach and flick, I was release from the wall.  I fell to the floor, scrambling away.  At the time, it struck as me odd how calm he was, but where was I to go if I ran away?  Whatever the outcome, he would not have me without a fight.
Again I saw the gleam in his fangs.  The hunger of those pristine daggers seared my skin from across the room.  In my mind I played grotesque scenes of those venomous bones tugging at muscles in various parts of me.  I felt my body trembling as he began his casual stalk. I did not back away, even though I desperately wanted to.  
The beast toyed with me from the side of the bed, slipping his slender knuckles around the marble pillar to the end of the sheet, delicately playing the silk like a well-strung harpsichord.  In his flirtation, I noticed his lips part slightly, his tongue snaking out to glisten his left fang.  I tried to be brave, with my knees begging me to collapse.  Mentally I prepared myself for what I was certain to be a surprise, violent attack.
It was certainly a surprise to watch him stroll up to me, passing me coyly on his way to the bar.  He offered me a glass of brandy, which I quietly denied.  The man who was supposed to attack shrugged, helping himself to the warm liquor.  He finished his drink, poured another, and brought one to me despite my previous objections.  Wary, I drank it, nearly choking when he smoothed his frozen hand over my exposed bottom.  Scowling at him, I made a feeble attempt to jerk away, but he caught  me by the ring on my waist.  Glass in hand, I swung at him, but he caught me, his terrible fingers locked around my wrist.  Pulling me over to the love seat, he all but threw me down, the hard cushions making a rough landing.  There was barely time to compose myself before he flung himself on me, curling my  right knee up to my chest.  
He covered my face, neck and chest with playful butterfly kisses as if expecting me to enjoy it.  I had noticed that he was heavily perfumed, though he rotted of cigar smoke.  His hair had a cruel tickle to it, falling in my eyes and mouth.  Raspberries.  It smelled like raspberries.  
The creature suckled at my throat and shoulders, delivering tiny bites that shot razors of excitement through my body.  I moaned and trembled, trying to push him away.  He rolled his head on my chest, kissing and tugging at the skin.  He watched me as he ran his lifeless tongue over my nipple, leaving a thin trail of swallowed blood behind.  I was unsure whether cry out or vomit.  Both felt lodged in my throat, despite the puncture wounds left by my captor.  
Amused, he sat up, giving me a chance to pull myself away.  As I freed myself from his body and the seat, He again hooked his fingers around my waist ring.  Still sitting, he hoisted me up over his lap, laying me over his thighs.  With one hand he held me there.  With the other, he paddled me.  
I was finally able to release the screams trapped so stubbornly in my throat.  I flailed and hollered from the pain and humiliation of the spanking, retreating only when set free.  I held my reddened buttocks after tumbling to the floor, still shaking as I pulled myself up.  The beast was laughing merrily, walking up to kiss me.  I pulled away even as he curled his hands through my hair, lightly kissing and blowing the air near my lips.  He was purring, or perhaps it was a low growl, but he was certainly enjoying himself.  He smiled coyly again as he slid around me, delivering a final swift pat on my already sore bottom.  The heathen then had the nerve to beckon me back to the shackle-ridden bed as he curled up on the silken sheets.  
I stared at him in disbelief of his insolence, looking down dumbly to realize I still held the brandy glass.  I wanted to throw it at him, as pointless as that would be.  With defeated resolve I did the only thing that felt right.  I went over and poured myself another drink.  When I looked up, he was still on the bed, a curious look laid on his wretchedly beautiful face.  I sighed and drank, not looking at or anything for that matter.  I then poured and drank again.  Such a simple act seemed peculiar to him; I caught him turning to sit up on the edge of the bed, as if he had never seen me before.  
Still drinking, it occurred to me that I had captured his knight in this sick chess match of ours.  I thought of smiling to myself, but that may shed light on my thinking.  Ironically, my silent plotting distracted me long enough to be startled when his hand began its curl around my waist, his other hand  offering up its glass to the bottle.  I stared at the glass for a moment then poured.  He took it, thanking  me with a sweet, almost shy, smile, turning so his back was to the washroom.  
I did not want to speak  to him, nor did I wish him to just stand there, in dumbfound awe, gazing about my face and hair, reaching out to gingerly dance a finger on my arm.  He laid his hand there, soft and gentle, still blissfully enjoying my presence.  I sighed again, the alcohol providing little escape.  I was tired.  I simply wanted to lay down, wake up, and not have him here.  Even Joshua, with his bashful demeanor but eager eyes, even that I could stand.  I did not want to be loved by this monster.  
He reached out, set my drink on the bar, even though I still held it.  Setting down his own glass, he took me by my fingers to lead me back to the bed.  Tiredly, I did not resist, not even to pull away.  We sat on the bed as I did not bother to look up at him until my chin was lifted with two fingertips.  His  hands fluttered about me, barely grazing the skin, and his kisses were soft–cold but not barren.  He was not forceful as he had been, but was more like Joshua.  The memory of the servant lightened me somehow, making me more receptive to this man’s affections.  I felt tired, defeated, but somehow indifferent.
I stopped him when he began moving faster, well aware of what was to follow.  It  pleased me that he obliged my request, smiling softly as he crept to his knees before me.  There was something different in the eyes that looked upon me from that floor, as if the wish of the master was to serve me.  Parting my thighs, he nuzzled my belly, his wet lips and tender locks tickling me.  More drowsy now, I laid back, not even bothering to object when my cloth was drawn away.  In a way, it was soothing, his  gentle kneading and kissing lulling me to sleep, but when he sank his teeth into my leg, the resulting shock turned my world to black.
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