12-08-2016, 03:14 AM
“So, what now?”
Nathaniel walked around to her side of the table and gently pulled her chair back. “Come with me, we just need a few people to witness the ceremony and then we can begin the power exchange.” He held out a hand, and tentatively, she took it.
He led her past the living room, down a hall, and towards a staircase leading to a basement. She looked at him questioningly, her gut tightening. Was this guy for real? This looked just like something out of a movie, those cult ones that usually don’t even make enough to cover the budget that made them. It also didn’t make her any more comfortable with the prospect of no escape paths in case shit got a little too crazy for her liking. Although he seemed as sincere as she’d ever seen him, she still didn’t quite trust him.
“Don’t be nervous, this will only take a few moments,” he purred, taking the first step down into the abyss. “They’ll help us raise enough power to get our own going and then we’ll be on our own.”
“Raise power, how?” Her hand recoiled slowly out of his, her body stiffening as it prepared to bolt. She didn’t like this, not one bit.
“I don’t understand their process as I’ve never done it before, but they have. They’ll be standing around us as we exchange some words and then they’ll leave.” Nathaniel held his hand out to her, coaxing her towards him. “Come on, we don’t have much time.”
“Anything fucky and I’m out of here,” Violet warned, taking his hand once more. “Not like I have much choice in this anyways.”
“This is bigger than both of us, Violet.”
She sighed heavily, her lips twisting into a petulant frown, and stomped down the stairs. “Well? Let’s go.”
Nathaniel followed her lead, plunging deeper into the dark stairwell. “Which way?”
“Left,” Nathaniel pointed towards a door a few yards away It was plain, just unstained wood thrown up to cover a hole in the wall. Practical, but it wasn’t much for aesthetics. “Through that door.”
Violet didn’t bother knocking, she just shoved the door open, a flood of bright light filling the space around her, blinding her momentarily. As her eyes adjusted to the abrupt change in contrast, she saw six figures seated on the sparse, equally unappealing furniture that was shoved against the walls. She recognized a few from around the house, but who they were was a mystery to her. They were all strangers to her.
The room itself was fairly plain, the walls were bare, undecorated. The floor was stone, a red woven rug thrown haphazardly in the middle. The lights overhead were built into the ceiling itself, with candles flowing around the edges of the room. It seemed like a hell of a fire hazard.
“I’m assuming that fires aren’t a big concern here, eh??” Violet smiled at her half-assed joke. “Nice and toasty, though. Very warm ambience.”
The room remained silent save for their stares. Something blazed bright in the depths of their eyes that spoke volumes. “Okay, well, nice to meet you all.”
“They have been ordered not to speak,” Nathaniel said. “We cannot detract from the mission at hand.”
“A little strict,” she commented. “Practical, I guess.”
“They recognize the importance in what we’re doing.” Nathaniel pulled what looked like a scrunchie from his pocket and tied his hair back. “Catching myself on fire during this ceremony would be a bad thing.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra one of those things floating around, would you?” Violet motioned towards his pocket.
He reached into his pants and pulled a black scrunchie out and tossed it at her. “Keep it.”
Violet thanked him and pulled her own hair back. “Okay, so now what?”
Without prompting, the six figures stood, coming to stand in a semi-circle around them. Her skin began to itch, that nervousness she felt earlier setting in again. “Gonna be honest, I am creeped fully the fuck out right now.”
Nathaniel crooked a smile at her. “Nothing to worry about, love. They’re just preparing.” Kami, she hated that nickname.
“Still creepy.”
“Stand over here in front of me,” said the snake to Eve. Her gaze flicked around her warily as she moved towards him. Everything within her screamed this whole thing was a bad idea, an absolutely terrible idea. But she was going to do it anyway.
Taking her hand, he gazed deeply into her eyes and felt him enter her mind, touching things within her that nobody was supposed to touch. The hum of his energy marched up her arm and down her back, spreading slowly throughout her until every limb thrummed with his power. The little hairs on her body stood straight up while a surge of adrenaline pulsing throughout her veins. He blinked, one moment his eyes were those silvery gems set deep within his face, the next, twin portals of white light. Magic.
The room was suddenly cast into darkness, the candles snuffed by some invisible hand. Although she knew she should care, she didn’t. The only thing that mattered at that moment was keeping her gaze locked with his, to be as receptive a conduit to his energy as possible. His lips moved, but she could hear nothing but the rush of blood in her ears. A free hand trailed up her back and cupped the back of her skull, fingers digging deep into her hair. He whispered something, and lowered his face to hers, their lips touching gently while mouthing those soundless words.
A jolt of power surged between them, energy clinging to them like broken webs torn asunder by the wind. He released her, and the six moved in, their own lips moving in a quiet chant. The ground beneath her began to tremble, and she momentarily broke free of the mental enslavement. A voice whispered through her mind, “Calm”, and she worried no longer about the rumbling stone beneath her, nor the six figures that chanted around her, nor the hands that began plucking away at her and Nathaniel’s clothing.
The room was cool, but not uncomfortable as her flesh was finally free from the confines of their fabric prison. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the stark paleness of Nathaniel, his body flawlessly, wonderfully naked. A dozen hands touched and caressed their flesh, painting symbols of pure energy on their skin, all the while never ceasing their song, she never breaking the gaze that held her so enraptured.
His voice entered her mind again, the chant that held no sound suddenly a melodic hymn lapping at her own thoughts, washing away what control she had and leaving behind this raw need that had to be sated. Her hands were on him, running along the painted whiteness of his arms, leaving trails of crimson tinged light in its wake. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her tightly against him, the power closing around them with an audible pop. With the touch of his flesh against hers, she had a momentary realization that the six figures were gone, and it was just she and this creature, Master and slave, alone.
Nathaniel leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes finally closing. The power never faltered between them, only kept her warm, and oh, so safe. As his lips bore down on hers, he murmured, “What is mine is yours from this day to the end of days. What was two is now one, and let no one come between us, no man, no creature, not even the gods themselves.” With those words, he closed that very brief distance, and power, pure and hot, filled them until their skin glowed, and when their flesh could no longer hold such a bounty, spilled from their bodies to encompass them in blinding white light.
The room melted away, leaving the pair floating in a sea of light. His hands traveled downward, cupping her buttocks, lifting her onto his hips. Her legs twined around his waist, clasping them closer, feeling him touching her in places she vowed once before to never let him touch. It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was existing, free from the bonds that held her and countless others from freedom. She was giving herself so that others could be free.
His lips fed at hers, forcing her mouth wider as his tongue delved deep within, his power spilling into her throat and down into her core. I’ve waited so long…so long… His voice echoed within her mind as his body lurched into hers. His muscles stiffened, then relaxed. Home…
They floated along, rediscovering themselves. Decades of being apart, of being denied what was once so intimately theirs, was finally finished. He was home. She was his.
“You are mine.”
Nathaniel walked around to her side of the table and gently pulled her chair back. “Come with me, we just need a few people to witness the ceremony and then we can begin the power exchange.” He held out a hand, and tentatively, she took it.
He led her past the living room, down a hall, and towards a staircase leading to a basement. She looked at him questioningly, her gut tightening. Was this guy for real? This looked just like something out of a movie, those cult ones that usually don’t even make enough to cover the budget that made them. It also didn’t make her any more comfortable with the prospect of no escape paths in case shit got a little too crazy for her liking. Although he seemed as sincere as she’d ever seen him, she still didn’t quite trust him.
“Don’t be nervous, this will only take a few moments,” he purred, taking the first step down into the abyss. “They’ll help us raise enough power to get our own going and then we’ll be on our own.”
“Raise power, how?” Her hand recoiled slowly out of his, her body stiffening as it prepared to bolt. She didn’t like this, not one bit.
“I don’t understand their process as I’ve never done it before, but they have. They’ll be standing around us as we exchange some words and then they’ll leave.” Nathaniel held his hand out to her, coaxing her towards him. “Come on, we don’t have much time.”
“Anything fucky and I’m out of here,” Violet warned, taking his hand once more. “Not like I have much choice in this anyways.”
“This is bigger than both of us, Violet.”
She sighed heavily, her lips twisting into a petulant frown, and stomped down the stairs. “Well? Let’s go.”
Nathaniel followed her lead, plunging deeper into the dark stairwell. “Which way?”
“Left,” Nathaniel pointed towards a door a few yards away It was plain, just unstained wood thrown up to cover a hole in the wall. Practical, but it wasn’t much for aesthetics. “Through that door.”
Violet didn’t bother knocking, she just shoved the door open, a flood of bright light filling the space around her, blinding her momentarily. As her eyes adjusted to the abrupt change in contrast, she saw six figures seated on the sparse, equally unappealing furniture that was shoved against the walls. She recognized a few from around the house, but who they were was a mystery to her. They were all strangers to her.
The room itself was fairly plain, the walls were bare, undecorated. The floor was stone, a red woven rug thrown haphazardly in the middle. The lights overhead were built into the ceiling itself, with candles flowing around the edges of the room. It seemed like a hell of a fire hazard.
“I’m assuming that fires aren’t a big concern here, eh??” Violet smiled at her half-assed joke. “Nice and toasty, though. Very warm ambience.”
The room remained silent save for their stares. Something blazed bright in the depths of their eyes that spoke volumes. “Okay, well, nice to meet you all.”
“They have been ordered not to speak,” Nathaniel said. “We cannot detract from the mission at hand.”
“A little strict,” she commented. “Practical, I guess.”
“They recognize the importance in what we’re doing.” Nathaniel pulled what looked like a scrunchie from his pocket and tied his hair back. “Catching myself on fire during this ceremony would be a bad thing.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have an extra one of those things floating around, would you?” Violet motioned towards his pocket.
He reached into his pants and pulled a black scrunchie out and tossed it at her. “Keep it.”
Violet thanked him and pulled her own hair back. “Okay, so now what?”
Without prompting, the six figures stood, coming to stand in a semi-circle around them. Her skin began to itch, that nervousness she felt earlier setting in again. “Gonna be honest, I am creeped fully the fuck out right now.”
Nathaniel crooked a smile at her. “Nothing to worry about, love. They’re just preparing.” Kami, she hated that nickname.
“Still creepy.”
“Stand over here in front of me,” said the snake to Eve. Her gaze flicked around her warily as she moved towards him. Everything within her screamed this whole thing was a bad idea, an absolutely terrible idea. But she was going to do it anyway.
Taking her hand, he gazed deeply into her eyes and felt him enter her mind, touching things within her that nobody was supposed to touch. The hum of his energy marched up her arm and down her back, spreading slowly throughout her until every limb thrummed with his power. The little hairs on her body stood straight up while a surge of adrenaline pulsing throughout her veins. He blinked, one moment his eyes were those silvery gems set deep within his face, the next, twin portals of white light. Magic.
The room was suddenly cast into darkness, the candles snuffed by some invisible hand. Although she knew she should care, she didn’t. The only thing that mattered at that moment was keeping her gaze locked with his, to be as receptive a conduit to his energy as possible. His lips moved, but she could hear nothing but the rush of blood in her ears. A free hand trailed up her back and cupped the back of her skull, fingers digging deep into her hair. He whispered something, and lowered his face to hers, their lips touching gently while mouthing those soundless words.
A jolt of power surged between them, energy clinging to them like broken webs torn asunder by the wind. He released her, and the six moved in, their own lips moving in a quiet chant. The ground beneath her began to tremble, and she momentarily broke free of the mental enslavement. A voice whispered through her mind, “Calm”, and she worried no longer about the rumbling stone beneath her, nor the six figures that chanted around her, nor the hands that began plucking away at her and Nathaniel’s clothing.
The room was cool, but not uncomfortable as her flesh was finally free from the confines of their fabric prison. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see the stark paleness of Nathaniel, his body flawlessly, wonderfully naked. A dozen hands touched and caressed their flesh, painting symbols of pure energy on their skin, all the while never ceasing their song, she never breaking the gaze that held her so enraptured.
His voice entered her mind again, the chant that held no sound suddenly a melodic hymn lapping at her own thoughts, washing away what control she had and leaving behind this raw need that had to be sated. Her hands were on him, running along the painted whiteness of his arms, leaving trails of crimson tinged light in its wake. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her tightly against him, the power closing around them with an audible pop. With the touch of his flesh against hers, she had a momentary realization that the six figures were gone, and it was just she and this creature, Master and slave, alone.
Nathaniel leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes finally closing. The power never faltered between them, only kept her warm, and oh, so safe. As his lips bore down on hers, he murmured, “What is mine is yours from this day to the end of days. What was two is now one, and let no one come between us, no man, no creature, not even the gods themselves.” With those words, he closed that very brief distance, and power, pure and hot, filled them until their skin glowed, and when their flesh could no longer hold such a bounty, spilled from their bodies to encompass them in blinding white light.
The room melted away, leaving the pair floating in a sea of light. His hands traveled downward, cupping her buttocks, lifting her onto his hips. Her legs twined around his waist, clasping them closer, feeling him touching her in places she vowed once before to never let him touch. It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was existing, free from the bonds that held her and countless others from freedom. She was giving herself so that others could be free.
His lips fed at hers, forcing her mouth wider as his tongue delved deep within, his power spilling into her throat and down into her core. I’ve waited so long…so long… His voice echoed within her mind as his body lurched into hers. His muscles stiffened, then relaxed. Home…
They floated along, rediscovering themselves. Decades of being apart, of being denied what was once so intimately theirs, was finally finished. He was home. She was his.
“You are mine.”
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