Slave to the Empire: Warrior 2
Toril scrambled back from the water's edge. Even in the distance he
could tell something moved on that island, and he feared it was not natural in
any sense. He calmed himself reached forth with his senses. He frowned. There
was no great Evil present on the island, no more than would be detected in the
hearts of any mundane folk he encountered in any city. He picked up a good
sized stone and weighed it. He dropped it for a smaller stone and kept it ready
to throw. There was always a chance that an improvised weapon would generate a
chance to recover a greater weapon. He leaned against the cold, damp rock wall
of the cavern and reflected. It was by the High Priestess's command that he
take up this, his first quest. Redeem a dark heart, she commanded. He
meditated upon her command, trying to fathom the meaning of the quest. His eyes
fell upon a map of the known world, and his eyes immediately focused not on the
corrupt and evil realm of Iceholme, but rather the Empire. Particularly the
Western Duchy of the Empire. Rumor and legend had it that the duchy was ruled
in part by an immortal necromancer. The darker arts were not illegal to
practice in the world, but it was odd that such a creature, if one such existed,
would be granted leave to rule one of the Great Duchies. The only way to reach
the place safely was the many Imperial Roads, which he immediately ruled out
since it was well known that no male may bear arms in the Empire without strict
control. There were a few places to land by sea, he noted. The geography of
the Duchy was in fact bleak. Stark mountain ranges, swamps, savannahs, and
deserts. He rubbed his eyes. He had to be patient. The Goddess would guide
him. He scratched his chest, then touched the ring that threaded through his
left nipple. His right remained bare. His mate Clara would ring him again
should he succeed in this quest.
He stared at the ring in his penis for the longest time. It was small;
half the size of her rings, but elaborately cast in silver with runes and
pictographs. He sat on the sunken bed of Clara's chambers and waited. Clara
entered the room moments later bearing a large silver chalice. Without spilling
a drop she stepped down onto the bed and kneeled down. Her eyes were glowing in
the light of the braziers as she spoke softly in ritual. She offered the
chalice to Toril who took it in his hands. Her hands covered his as he brought
it to his lips to partake. The wine was sweet and bitter at the same time. Her
hands kept the chalice at an angle until he drained half of it, then she drank
the rest, their hands never leaving it. She reverently set the chalice at the
head of the bed and sunk down beside him. Her hand stroked his thigh gently.
"You seem distracted."
"My parents will be arriving home today. They will be worried I am not
there."
She frowned. "You do not have to stay."
Toril laid down beside her. "I want to be the dutiful son and be there
for them...but I want to stay here too."
She leaned forward and kissed him. Toril stiffened in preparation for
the pain that would follow. She laughed.
"You are not going to punish me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Not particularly."
"Then I won't."
"If I kissed you?"
"Then I would."
"I don't understand."
She stroked his face. "Much of the woe in the world today is through
the malice of males. It is not deliberate, but something that comes naturally
to males. Pride, ego, all these are reflections of the problems males are born
with."
"What of the Empire?"
"What of it?"
"Do you not approve of their policies?"
"The Empire is a balancing force in the world, much like our order, but
on a grander, more physical scale."
"I still don't understand."
"Let me put it this way. Any pleasure I take from you I will pay for in
my own way. Any pleasure you take from me you will pay for in your own way."
"How can I tell the difference?"
She took his hand in hers and placed it on her cock. "Would you
willingly suck my cock? Would it give you pleasure?"
Toril felt her cock twitch as his hand held it. "Would it please you?"
"You are trying to change the direction of the question. Do you like
sucking cock?"
"No."
"Then for you the act would be akin to punishment, but for me pleasure.
Have you ever had your cock sucked?"
"No. I never have."
"Never?"
"No, I have never felt that pleasure."
"If I were to suck your cock, would you suck mine?"
Toril blushed. "I would try. I want to please you."
"That is a very submissive answer. I did not think a young male Sun Elf
of this day and age could be such."
"Would you believe I was conceived and born by parents who loved each
other?"
Her eyes were thoughtful. "I would have to inquire to the High
Priestess on this matter. I have been born here in the Temple and have lived
all my life amongst the Sisters. I know no other way, and very little of the
ways of the world."
"You seem worldly enough for me."
She kissed him gently. "Thank you pet." She raised a hand to hide a
yawn.
"Sleepy?"
"It has been a long day." She eased closer to him. She made a gesture
with her hand and the lights dimmed. She draped a leg over Toril's as she
pulled a fur blanket over them. In the near darkness he could still make out
her features. It all seemed strange to him, how everything happened so quickly.
Clara snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his chest.
"Sleep now." She whispered.
He awoke suddenly to sunlight streaming into his room. He glanced about
quickly, disoriented. It was his room at his parent's manor. Was it all a
dream? He thought. His room was exactly as he left it, right down to the old
linen shirt draped over the chair at his desk. He slid out of bed and dressed
quickly, then made his way downstairs to the solarium, where his family usually
met for the morning meal. He heard voices and laughter as he approached the
indoor garden. It was strange. His parents did not usually hold visits in the
solarium during the mornings. Business and other affairs usually took place in
the late afternoon/evening hours. He cautiously approached and cracked the door
open. Both his mother and father were sitting at the small table in two of the
four huge wingback chairs, facing him. They were speaking quite jovially with
someone who he could not see. His mother smiled at him as he entered.
"My son, it is good of you to join us this morning. We have a rather
special guest."
Toril bowed to his parents. He approached the chair that held the
guest...a shrouded figure with red eyes. Alabaster hands reached up to pull
back the hood...
"TORIL"
Toril blinked awake. Clara leaned over him, a concerned look on her
face.
"I dreamt I was at my home."
"Come, it is time for the morning meal." She rose from the bed and
opened a side panel along the wall. She donned a simple robe and handed Toril
one. He rose shakily and put it on, then followed her out into the halls of the
Temple. It was a communal dining hall, with a long table where the meal was
served. Clara took a wooden bowl and spoon and filled up on a hearty stew. She
handed the bowl to Toril and fixed one herself, then led him to a table where a
couple of priestesses sat along with the High Priestess herself.
"There is no formality here child." The High Priestess sat. She waved
her hands over the meal in blessing then began to eat. Toril looked at the
three before Clara nudged him. Eat, she mouthed. He ate absently, despite the
food being the best he had ever tasted. He was still dazed, and confused.
"Clara, I wish to see you and your pet in my chamber in after you finish
your meal." She rose and glided out of the room.
Toril set the spoon down in the bowl and watch Clara wipe the last of
the stew out of the bowl with a hard roll and swallow the meal down with a mug
of water. She handed him the empty bowl and directed him to the large wash
basin next to the serving line. A young woman took the bowls with a smile and
shooed him off, and he returned to Clara who stood by the door. She smiled at
him and took his hand. The halls of the Temple were smooth stone, cut and laid
by a master craftsman. It became apparent to Toril that the Temple was much
larger than it appeared to be. Later he would learn that the Temple was
enchanted so that it could link to all the Temples throughout the world. Access
to the doors that led to the various Temples was restricted to the higher
echelons of the Church. Each bedchamber could be altered according to the
tastes of its occupant. Clara's chamber, he recalled, was circular, with a
large bed sunk into the floor in the center of the room. Along the walls were
various cabinets for clothing and other items. A small fireplace stood opposite
the door. There were no servants or slaves in the Temple, everyone drew duties
to perform be it cooking or cleaning. The High Priestess's chamber, on the
other hand, was large and spacious, with a full sized bed resting on a platform
to one side, with a small water closet off to the side. It was circular like
the other sleeping chambers, but had a small desk for her convenience. Part of
the room was set up for her pleasure as a play area.
Clara knocked respectfully on the open door and waited. The High
Priestess ushered the two in, and motioned for them to sit on soft leather pads
besides her chair. She sat back down in her chair as Clara gracefully knelt on
one of the pads, dragging Toril with her to kneel on the other.
"You have many questions about our order, do you not pet?" She rested
comfortably in her chair.
"I don't know where to begin." Toril stammered.
"Perhaps some history on our order?" She suggested. "In some ways, we
are linked part and parcel to the Empire. Our order was founded here in Gilead
the very day the Empire was born. There has been some false rumor planted that
we are in fact in league with the Empire. We are not. Our order seeks to
create a balance between the male and female. Part of our training is in how to
dominate, but also how to submit. As you learn, you will find that you are not
always punished for pleasure. Only in the selfish act of taking pleasure for
yourself." She cocked her head. "When you took Clara, did you think of all
about her pleasure? About pleasing her as well as yourself?"
"I...I don't know. I touched her while..."
"You mean you masturbated her while you fucked her."
"Yes."
"He speaks the truth Wise One." Clara chimed in.
"Were you pleased by it?"
"It was passable." She replied.
Toril blinked.
"Toril," The High Priestess spoke. "You will have to learn all the ways
of pleasing your mate."
His eyes enlarged, almost coming out of his head. "My Mate?" His voice
was strangled.
"Yes." She said calmly. "When you took Clara, you started something.
When you drank from a sacramental chalice with blessed wine, you declared your
intentions."
"I did not know."
"Ignorance is no excuse." She said flatly. "You are a man by the laws
of Gilead, capable of making your own decisions." She narrowed her eyes and
leaned forward. "Will you accept responsibility for your actions? Will you do
your duty?"
Toril took a deep breath and looked at Clara. She was very beautiful,
kind, and intelligent. Was it any different if he was introduced through
family? While she did have a different body than what he was used to, there was
nothing he could not handle. At least he hoped so. Clara smiled slightly, her
eyes danced. How would he explain everything to his parents?
"Yes." He replied.
The High Priestess smiled in return. "Excellent. Your parents would be
proud."
He froze. "My parents?"
"I spoke to them last night." She leaned back. "While they are
confused about your choice, they understand and respect your decision."
"You knew I would say yes?"
"Of course." She replied. "One of the things you learn is how to read
people and understand how they think. You come from a loving family, a rarity
in these times. You were raised to take responsibility for your actions." She
turned to her desk. "For those who do not have yet taken a mate, I am often
called upon to act as surrogate." She retrieved a long needle and a silver
ring. "In time you will perform this duty."
She turned her chair back to Clara and motioned the woman forward. She
took the needle and let her kiss it, then took her bottom lip between her
fingers. With a quick motion, she inserted the needle through her bottom lip in
the center and quickly ringed her.
"The rings symbolize accomplishments, achievements. As you learn and
grow, you will gain more rings." She touched several on her face, then opened
her robe. Her nipples were pierced twice, once horizontally, once vertically.
There were two other rings that pierced her breasts above each nipple, as well
as two piercings in her navel. Her nether regions held as many rings as her
face, with a ring that pierced her hood, her clitoris, and many more piercing
both inner and outer labia. Her penis was huge, jutting above her vagina and
just as heavily ringed as the rest of her. She smiled and handed Clara the
needle and a ring.
"Toril, as your mate, Clara has the right to ring you, just as you have
the right to ring her. She chose to have a lip ring this time, where would you
like yours?"
"I have a choice?"
She laughed. "Yes, you do."
He looked at Clara.
"Where you like to put the ring?"
"I would love to have your nipples pierced first." Clara stroked his
face. She undid the ties on his robe and exposed his chest. She leaned forward
and took his left nipple in her mouth and sucked on it. He felt the warm
sensation of her tongue swirling around his nipple, the cool metal of her new
ring teased him. He closed his eyes as she worked. He opened them to find the
High Priestess kneeling behind him and pulling his head between her breasts.
One of her hands strayed down to flick and pinch his other nipple. He gasped as
the needle slid though his nipple, followed by the dull throb of the ring
settling into place on his left nipple. Clara licked the ring once and reached
up to kiss him, her tongue danced with his in a moment of tranquil bliss. He
felt a hand stroke his ass, followed by a pair of fingers that probed his brown
rose. Clara's eyes were bright as she touched his face gently. The fingers at
his ass pressed in slightly. He rose up a little, only to have Clara restrain
him with her hands.
"You are a virgin in this?" The High Priestess asked.
"Yes Wise One." Toril replied huskily.
"Will you submit to your mate in this?" She asked again. "Will you
offer her the pleasure of your ass?"
Toril saw his life with Clara reflected in both their eyes. "Yes." He
reached down hesitantly with his hands and took her penis in his hands and
stroked it softly. There was love in her eyes as he stroked her to a full
erection, then slid back, impaling himself further on the High Priestess's
fingers. He studied the erection in his hands, before taking a deep breath and
placing a kiss on the tip. He felt a hand massage his back as he licked the
head slightly. There was a musky smell, not wholly unpleasant. He took it
slowly into his mouth.
"Easy pet." Clara warned. "Cover your teeth with your lips."
He listened to her instructions, following each command to the best of
his ability. He was especially surprised to find that himself neither being
revolted or disgusted. There was a salty taste in his mouth. His eyes rose to
meet those of his mate, who smiled gently and stroked his hair as he ran his
tongue along her length.
"Enough." She spoke, gripping his head and lifting it off her. Strings
of pre-cum ran from his mouth to the tip of her penis as he withdrew. With a
hand extended, she led him to the large bed that was the High Priestesses. The
elder Sun-Elf joined them on the bed as Clara pushed him down onto his back.
She raised his hips up enough to raise his ass as she slipped between his legs.
She accepted a jar of scented oil from the High Priestess and dipped a finger
into the thick gel. Her eyes were alight with desire as she slowly inserted the
finger into his rectum. A second finger joined the first and they both began to
slowly rock in and out. A hand gripped his penis and slowly began to stroke it.
He closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensations.
Something pressed against his sphincter.
"Deep breath." Clara ordered.
He inhaled as he felt the head of the penis start to penetrate his rear.
He gasped and started to struggle as a pair of hands held his legs in place. A
warm mouth replaced the hand on his own penis. It was maddening the
pressure...the pain followed by the pleasure.
"That's it, breathe." Clara's fingernails traced spirals on his inner
thighs. "Relax...open yourself to me."
The assault continued mercilessly. Soon, his own hips rocked in motion
with her thrusts, and he howled his climax along with hers. He drowsed
afterwards as he lay between his mate and the High Priestess.
"Now that the preliminaries are out of the way," the High Priestess
spoke. "I know of your martial skills and drive..." She raised an eyebrow.
"Would you like to become a candidate for Paladin training?"
Toril blinked, his memories vanished as smoke as he found himself lying
against another. An alabaster hand stroked the side of his cheek absently as he
smelled the scent of death. He leaned his head back to stare into the red eyes
of his dreams.
"Yes." The woman's voice was cold and imperious. "You will do nicely."
