Eager Paramour

The last thing you remember before passing out was sitting at a table in a tower, cluttered with scrolls and potion bottles. Glintstone crystals glowed soothingly from dark corners, and you had been handed something to ease your nerves… tea, perhaps? Whatever was in it had hit you so hard your tongue was immediately numb. As you went to spit out the mouthful, you couldn’t feel your mouth or lips fully enough to muster the motion. Liquid dribbled down your front and you were dimly aware of a tutting and sighing, and hands swiping over your front as the world faded to black.

As you came to, you jumped at the picture that greeted you upon opening your eyes. A shiny golden visage, spanned overtop by a, frankly ridiculous, large circular hat. Solomon? No… what was his name again? You remembered he was the man that took you in after you had been injured outside by the wolves, but couldn’t recall why that was. Surely you could take care of yourself? You tried to think harder on it, closing your eyes to block out the man’s face, but your brain was so woolly. “Is my precious new darling awake?” the man uttered in a bizarrely sentimental tone, and you felt as though nothing made sense, or would ever make sense again. You certainly did not have a relationship with this man… did you? How many memories had you forgotten? You recognised, feeling the cold stone against your legs, that you were kneeling on the ground. Trying to move, with dread, you realised you were paralysed. “Shhh, shhh,” he shushed, as though you could speak, “now just relax my sweet. Seluvis will take care of you.”

Seluvis, that was his name. Oddly, you felt as though he wasn’t like this upon your first meeting. He certainly didn’t call you ‘darling’, that’s for sure. Strangely you recalled that he was quite rude, but couldn’t think of any one particular example. As you gazed up at him, he brought a long-fingered hand to his face and removed the creepy mask. You privately thought that what was beneath was not much better. Seluvis was, at a guess, middle-aged. He had sharp features and his brooding eyes lacked light and warmth. He smiled down at you, a tight-lipped mirthless expression, and you felt a chill run down your spine.

Seluvis groped for your hand, pinching it in a delicate but thorough grip. The sensation of him touching your flesh was oddly dulled, and your arm hung lifelessly as he moved your hand against its will. To your surprise and horror, he dragged it down the front of his robes, fooling himself that you craved such touches. Finally, he placed your unwilling hand against his groin, with a devious smile. You felt a humiliated blush creep up your neck, feeling his painful hardness already lurking beneath. Disgusting.

“Quite the eager paramour, aren’t we?” the sorcerer breathed lustfully in your ear. You shook your head in protest, no, but your body sat still as the grave. Childlike, he grasped your chin and tilted your head up and down, letting out a horrible giggle to himself. This version of Seluvis, uninhibited, unconcerned with propriety, giddy with desire, was somehow even more vile than his usual acerbic form. You flinched internally as he touched you, bony fingers poking into your ribs, digging in to your sensitive flesh. There was no way this twisted fool had ever touched a woman with her consent.

Futilely, you attempted to move your hand, hating how he sighed longingly as your fingers brushed him by accident. You could still open and close your eyes, and your internal functions were presumably still in operation as you were not yet dead… however everything else seemed to be lost for the moment. You had to tell yourself this last part a couple of times. Just for the moment. You would regain them. You would. Seluvis leaned in closely, and you were overwhelmed by his strong perfume. He smelled reminiscent of armfuls of funereal bouquets, as though drowned in sweetness to cover the stench of decay lying just underneath. You felt sick. His hot breath was at your neck, your ear, and any muscles left in your control contracted in protest. You felt him press wet kisses along your jaw and froze as his hands began wandering along your upper body with indecent fervour.

He trailed eager fingers across your chest and cackled with delight, a creepy sound that you would never be able to forget. You felt cool air ghost across your skin as he began opening your blouse with great haste, wasting no time in exposing his new model. Depraved thumbs brushed across your nipples and you tried once more to turn away, to raise your arm, to strike him across the face. Your body sat compliantly, sensitive nubs peaking under his attentions. He groped at your chest, squeezing your breasts painfully, carelessly. Moving his sinister face closer, he slowly brought out his tongue and licked tenderly across one breast, pinching the other with sharp fingers.

Grasping your lifeless hand again, he pulled it under his robes and curled your fingers around his shaft. “Ohhh my beauty, that’s it…yes…” he breathed, arching his back into your false touch. Wishing you could grasp him in a crushing iron grip, make him scream, you desperately tried to think of something, anything else other than the whimpers and groans escaping him as he used you.

Whatever he had given you earlier sat heavily in your stomach and you began to be assaulted by waves of nausea. Retching, you tried to turn your head to the side but your muscles simply spasmed ineffectively. Seluvis pulled you close, cradling your limp body in his lap, arranging your head to face a small basin he seemingly already had prepared. Pulling your hair back, he crooned as bile trickled from your throat. It burned, and tears pricked at your eyes. “There, there darling, you will be perfect soon. This is simply the necessary means to attain such a state. You will no longer be a lowly Tarnished, you will be better than all that. You are mine.” You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as hard as possible, trying to ignore his fingers stroking your hair in what he must have felt was a comforting fashion.

Soon, too soon, you were hauled upright again. Fighting the nauseous feeling which still remained in your roiling stomach, a small groan escaped you. Unable to remain upright without Seluvis’ assistance, you flopped uselessly against him, to his delight. Positioning you like a doll, he tucked your hair behind your ears and laid down a small cushion on the floor before you. Grabbing you under the arms, he hauled you forwards so that your knees rested upon the cushioned surface, then pushed you so that your exposed back sat flush with the wall. “There we are, there we are… Now we’re all set to try out the rest of your features…”

Horrified, you watched as Seluvis parted his robes to reveal nothing underneath. Did he… did he always dress this way or did he prepare for this whilst you were unconscious? Truly wishing you did not know the answer, you mustered your only defence and squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You pleaded wordlessly to any deities that might be listening, but the only response was Seluvis’ prying hand massaging your jaw, working it open. Your tongue lolled uselessly and he thumbed at it, moving it to lie flat behind your teeth. Knowing what was coming didn’t make it any easier to stomach. You felt his engorged tip smear bitter fluid across your tongue as it slid through to your open throat without any resistance. Mercifully, he was not particularly well-endowed, but the awful invasion was enough. Thinking only of gnashing your teeth, biting down, you tried to ignore the unpleasant sensations he brought upon your immobile body. You couldn’t decide whether the falsely-sweet fingers combing through your hair or the vile intrusion in your mouth were the most heinous, you utterly hated both.

Deep groans and sighs escaped him as he plunged into your mouth, one hand holding your slack jaw closed around him. Losing himself in terrible pleasure, he began thrusting harder, causing your head to bang against the wall with each buck of his hips. White stars fizzing behind your eyes, you focused where possible on items in the background, scrolls, candlesticks, the eerie glow of the Glintstone crystals. Dimly, you thought you might have gagged by now, but it seemed that whatever potion he had slipped you had eliminated that trigger entirely. A wet gargling sound emitted from your throat as he situated himself deeply within with a grunt. You drooled helplessly around him onto your bared chest, a debauched sight which did not go unnoticed by your captor.

Hoping for a fast-approaching end to this torment, you were stunned when he withdrew from your throat seemingly with great mental effort. Trembling with desire and heaving ragged breaths, he pushed you headfirst to the ground where you slumped on your front with your hips raised. Your face had glanced off the stony floor, and you could taste blood. Wondering how it was possible for your hips still to be raised like this, you peered at Seluvis as best you could from your awkward vantage point. He wielded a staff in his hand, stiffening your body in place with some ungodly sorcery. You were suddenly dreadfully aware that your trousers were now missing, along with your underwear. Terror seized you and you tried with all your might to get up, to run, but your body disobeyed you once again. Your legs didn’t so much as twitch as he approached you from behind, whispering to himself in excitement. “Yes, my sweet… so close to perfection…”

Disgust wracked you as you felt his tip rub against your unwilling entrance. You felt the telltale rush of tears welling up in your eyes as he began to push. The dry burn was uncomfortable, fast-becoming searing as he persisted. The potion had not adjusted for this. It had not slackened your muscles here for ease of entry, and you could still feel the discomfort and pain. You could not bear to ponder his motivations for this, blinking hard to try to bring clarity to your thoughts.

Seluvis began speaking again, seemingly to himself. “Mmm, I do wish there was a method that would allow for my puppets to vocalise their emotions during such moments…” he trailed off, as though pondering how to attain such a thing. The fool was insane, depraved. The word ‘puppet’ sent your stomach churning again, and you thought you may need the basin once more. What did he think that you would be vocalising, exactly? The only thing you wished to verbalise was your seething hatred for this vile man.

It took a little while for Seluvis to be fully situated within you due to the lack of lubrication, but this did not seem to dull his ardour. Once inside, he thrust in and out unrelentingly, your body suspended on unseen marionette strings as the puppet master sought his selfish end. Mercifully, this did not take long, and he was soon stuttering through his self-indulgent speech. With your eyes screwed tightly shut and every fibre of your being screaming in futile resentment, you felt him shudder and rake at the flesh of your back with long nails.

Just as he reached his peak, the sorcerer pulled out and directed himself at your listless face. Before you understood what was happening, viscous fluid spurted across the bridge of your nose in thin ropes, flecking your features with his filth. “Ahhh yes, that’s it…” he thumbed at your face, smearing some of the sour fluid across your lower lip, forcing you to taste him once more. “Wonderful…”

He paused for a moment in his afterglow to smile down at you, a sight that sent chills through your core. He closed his robes and used his staff to relinquish the invisible hold on your lower body. You fell unceremoniously to the floor, limp, still without control. He strode across the room to fetch something, you couldn’t see from this angle but could hear a splash of water and him rummaging through the shelves. You tentatively tried to flex your toes, to no avail. Was… was this not over? You tried to open your mouth, to tell him that you wouldn’t tell anybody what had happened here, would leave with no fight, but that you really needed to go now. Nothing. Your limbs lay like jointed wood, carved only for one purpose, willing and waiting for their master’s hand to position them into their next state.

Seluvis spoke, thrilled, as he stooped to gently wash the aftermath of his session from your face with a damp cloth.

“Oh you have done so well my darling. You may become my favourite, yet!”