The Hunt

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The Hunt- Part IV: The Hunter's Gathering

Marcus

I must've dozed off. I woke up in a field of wildflowers on a breezy summer day. I knew this was a dream. Witches are naturally adept at

telling the difference between the real world and the Dreamtime, as it is known to some. I looked around and saw my beloved Garrett

standing feet away. 'Garrett!' I cried out. We embraced and kissed. So passionately, the Sun above us began to heat the landscape. Suddenly

he broke our kiss and looked me straight in the eye. 'I haven't much time, my love. I've been given one chance to help you and this is the

only way you will survive.' 'What do you mean? Where are you? Are you ok--' the questions billowed out of me, but he cut me off. 'There's

no time to go into all that. You cannot let these people complete the Hunt. You must disrupt it and help the innocents trapped with you.' 'But

how?' I asked. 'My powers are gone.' 'Not gone, suppressed. You can revive them.' Suddenly my arm began to sting- right where I was

branded, my memory told me. Slowly he began to fade away. 'NO! Please don't leave yet!' I cried. 'Beware of the werloga, the wolf among

the sheep. Fear not, my love. We shall meet again...'

I woke in a sweat and short of breath. I had hoped it was all a dream and that I was back home with Garrett. No, I was stuck in the same

dingy cell that I was put in. God, there had to be a way out of this. Then the dream came back. My arm! I touch the sensitive brand, still healing. There had to be some way of breaking this binding. I began to scour around for anything sharp that I might use to at least

scrape a part of the brand away. When a sigil like this is altered or broken, it loses its power. The spark of hope within me rekindled, my

desire to be reunited with Garrett keeping me going.

The door rattled, causing me to jump back in defense, ready to strike. A small opening slid open in the lower part of the door, sliding

through a plastic tray with what appeared to be baked chicken, mashed potatoes and carrots with clear plastic utensils. A small bottle of

water rolled in after it, and then the opening shut quickly. Now I know for a fact that they wanted me alive, at least for now. They probably

wouldn't feed me otherwise. Then it hit me. Chicken has bones. Bones can be sharpened. I took up the tray of food, making a show of

eating. I figured I was probably being watched in some form, so I had to be sneaky about this to pull it off. I ate ravenously, deliberately

snapping the chicken in half to get all the meat from it. As luck would have it, one of them snapped in just the right way to create a sharp

edge. Perfect, I smiled in thought.

Jarek

I flipped through my old copy of Malleus Maleficarum, studying up on my Witch lore, my naked body spattered with blood. The slave had

come back as I instructed. After breeding him a second AND third time, my bloodlust got the better of me. His now pale and cold body lay

there beside me, his neck perforated by the punctures of my fangs. It made no difference to me. After all, Nephelim did say 'do as you wish'

and he had a plethora of other obedient slaves to serve him. Which reminded me. I rose from the bed and took in hand a velvet rope hanging

nearby from the ceiling. A gentle tug produced the ringing of a bell. Within moments, Dagon was gently knocking at my door, his heart beat

only slightly elevated. I pondered a moment: Strange, most humans have a faster beat when working to get through a house as big as this,

adding to the mystery and identity of his master that continued to elude me. "Come in," I said. Dagon opened the door and bowed low.

"What can I do for you, Master Jarek?" he said as he raised his eyes to me. I pointed to the bed. Dagon straightened and went to examine

the body. My first thought was that he would warn me that Nephelim would not be pleased. His apathetic reply to the scene before him declared otherwise: "Such a shame. He would've made such a fine servant." He began to caress the body's frame almost sensually. "While it is not necessary for me to sleep" I spoke, waking him out of his necromantic fantasy," I would like this cleaned up." "Of course, sir. I was just coming to see you. The rest of the invited party have arrived. Nephelim requests your attendance in the Great Hall. The festivities are about to begin." "I see." I replied, and with lightning speed, I cleaned myself off with a towel and put on clothes, favoring black for a color as usual. As I strode out the door, Dagon was already quickly at work wrapping up the boy's lifeless body in the sullen bedding, and other slaves were hurrying in to assist with cleaning supplies in hand.

I made my way through the house to the Great Hall, along with other men and beings of various body types and garb. A good share of them

were human, their scent easily recognizable and each one unique.

My eyes were drawn to one who was much taller than I. Much taller than any of us. A half Giant, I realized. I had thought the world was void

of their kind. Wide, sullen eyes, thick arms, torso and legs, with a short but tussled mane of hair growing from his head. He seemed like an

ancient and prehistoric form of man prior to Homo sapien, only taller and far stronger than many beings I've ever encountered. I pitied the

poor soul that encountered this leviathan during this event. Surely the human quarry would perish from the assault he would bring their

fragile bodies.

Behind this behemoth, I spotted another rarity of the Supernatural world: a Satyr. The muscular and hairy face, chest, arms, and swinging

erect phallus of a man with the horns, legs and short tail of a black goat, his face set in a cocky smirk, a syrinx(pan pipes) tied to his waist.

My eyes noticed a bright aura emanating from them, indicating some form of enchantment was placed upon them. No doubt to help draw in

unwilling or frightened people for him to ravish. It was said that Satyrs were always wanting sex, prepared for more even after they've had

sex countless times.

My awe of these mythical beings was disrupted by a scent that stung my nose and began to slowly boil my blood in a muted rage. I

recognized it instantly, reminded deeply of an ancient feud that began long before even my human life and continued on to this very day: a

Lycanthrope (Werewolf or Lycan, as is the popular term), a natural and particular enemy of mine as well as most of my kind. While different

breeds of them (others being panther, tiger, etc., collectively called Weres or the Two Natured) were found scarcely across the world,

Wolves were most prominent in number, ferocity and duplicity, turning even on their own kind if it served their own agenda. While some

covens and tribes have found ways to coexist, others it seemed were naturally meant to be at war with each other.

The source of the acrid odor came from the man coming up behind me. A man of my height and build, though darker in his complexion. I

knew not his name or his nature, but I detested him immediately. It was without question that the feeling was mutual. His eyes flashed a

primal yellow as he snarled and sneered at me, grabbing at his swollen crotch as he did so. Ignore the primitive little dog, I said to myself.

While there was to be no vendettas settled in our hosts' house, the grounds outside were a different matter. Just give me a reason, I thought

at him, my face set in stone. I turned back from him, keeping my eye on my prize rather than foolish pride.

We all arrived together at the Hall doors, which swung open before us by some unseen presence. Upon a dark throne sat our host,

Nephelim, whose shadowed form gazed upon us with unseen eyes. We all entered the Hall, found a place to stand before him and bowed.

The Giant got down on one knee and bowed. The Werewolf kneeled down and bowed with his hands balled into fists upon the ground. No

matter which way they bowed, it was to pay homage and respect to this being of power.

"Welcome, one and all!" his voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. "Before we begin, my servants will assist me in calling forth our final

guest." His hand gestured toward his left, where we saw a group of five of his slaves, all cloaked in black, standing at the points of a

pentagram etched into the floor. They all suddenly produced ceremonial daggers, athames, which they all pierced their left palms with.

Blood dripped onto the diagram before them. It was calling to me again, enticing my bloodlust to rekindle. Nephelim began to speak in a

dark and ancient language, thick with malice, as he gestured towards the pentagram. Those with the eyes able to see saw the blood moving on its own, filling in the etching upon the floor. Suddenly the aroma that was usually alluring to me turned sour and rank, like the coagulated

blood of the dead warmed thrice over. The slaves slowly back away as smoke, fire and darkness billowed up from the wide crevice that

opened in the etching. They didn't get far, however, as the darkness formed prehensile tendrils which grasped them tightly and dragged

them kicking and screaming down below, the echo of their cries sounding in my ears for several moments. Sacrifices, I realized. The

rituals and use of this primal dark magick usually required a steep price. A column of fire soon erupted, nearly blinding the lot of us. I took a

moment from the sight to glance over toward Nephelim. Maybe the light of this hellfire could produce the face of our host. Nothing. The

darkness hid his face from me.

A deafening roar from the column drew my attention back. The fire began to ebb away, revealing one of the most feared yet desired beings

in existence- a pure bred Demon. Not one of the modern-day, watered down, hybrid Demons that can only possess other beings on this

plane. This was one of the original breed, the Old Ones that existed long before the creation of man, their power surpassed only by the

Gods. Every being in that Hall connected to the Supernatural could feel it. His form began to shift, no doubt of his own accord. His form

shifted through several features before settling on an appearance. Dark hair, eyes that became a piercing blue, skin which mixed evenly to a

soft, cream-colored human shade.

The fires subsided, and the crevice closed up as if it had never opened. The Demon slowly descended down from levitating above us to touch down softly on the etching that helped to bring him forth.

His body sculpted as if from marble, hard features and strong stance. Strong pecs and abs leading down to a thick, hanging cock, which no

doubt tripled in size when erect. These Demons were known in all lore as 'destructive lovers' being that any mortal who tried to mate with

them was killed in the process. One of their many descendants is the Incubus- one of whom was gathered with us in that Hall, obviously

possessing a human host, only discernable from a human by his bright red eyes and the sharp devil horns protuding from his wavy black

hair, his head bowed lower than all of us at the sight of his ancestral brethren, which soon proved to be much more than that. The Demon

moved with speeds faster than mine over to his kin, gesturing him to rise. He did so, and the two embraced like long-divided lovers, kissing

deeply and passionately before us. "Bael, I bid you welcome to my house," Nephelim interrupted. Bael broke the kiss, touching the face of

his kin gently. The skin of the human he possessed burned slightly from the touch of the Old One, an event unnnoticed by his admiring

Incubus. Even though they possess humans and use their faculties and functions, Demons, hybrid or pure, feel no pain unless brought on

by magick or exorcism. "Nephelim," Bael bowed slightly to our host, his words resounding like a chorus of voices speaking in unison,

emitting different pitches and tones; some distinct, others a whisper. "It has been too long. I thank you for inviting me, and reuniting me

with Caelus, my bethrothed. I see that the mortal realm has been kind to you."

So these two knew each other, I realized. Another question answered about our host. Obviously inhuman, powerful, skilled in the Black Arts,

and acquainted with a pure Demon, the last sighting of one being nearly 3,000 years ago from the ancient tomes I studied during my long life. I filed what I had witnessed in the back of my mind to be pondered later.

Nephelim chuckled deeply and replied, "It has indeed, and now, the gathering of the new breed of deadly and virulent Hunters and the

imprisoned Quarry is complete, and just in time. All your service fees are paid in full for your part in making this tradition of perversion a

reality once more. Now the Hunter's Moon begins to rise in the sky." As he spoke of it, the curtain of one of the Hall's grand windows drew

apart unaided, revealing the luminous Hunter's Moon, which now began to slowly eclipse, a small sliver of it taking on a copper-red hue. I

spotted out of the corner of my eye the Wolf, twitching and shuddering at the sight. Their kind has always been empowered by the Moon, I

remembered. While it was intriguing to others, I personally found it unimpressive.

"The time is upon us. You have been selected to participate in a competition of masculinity, strategy and debauchery. Dagon, open the

doors and release the Quarry." Dagon appeared from the shadows, pulled back his left jacket sleeve, and pressed a button on a device worn

on his wrist. The doors leading out onto the estate swung open, the early evening air rushing in, bringing in the smells and sounds of the

coming twilight. In the distance, at a range far beyond that of a human's, I heard the collective unlatching of doors and bolts. The captives

had been released. My fangs shot out in anticipation. Others growled and shivered in kind. "The quarry you collected have been released

from the old infirmary across the vineyard, and will be led out different paths to different places. As a treat for some of you, I've included as

well a few single-minded bigots as well as some of the pathetic inbred swine that dare to call themselves Hunters, as well as a few of my

personal slaves to the quarry count.You will have the grounds, this house, the garden labyrinth and all materials found thereon to assist

you. You can team up with others on any of the quarry, or do it alone. I leave that for you to discuss, but they must receive your 'gift'

internally to be counted in your favor. Also, there are a few various challenges for both you and your prey to make things more interesting."

Well, I surmised, it seems I have much more in common with this lot than I realized. It seems like every single one of them was chosen

because of some virulent strain they carried, like the one I was cursed with centuries ago. Possibly the very same one. In this age, humans

discovered it by accident with science and named it the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). While it is incurable even now, it is treatable

for them with synthesized medications and changes in nutrition and lifestyle. I've been alive long enough on this Earth, discovering the dark

side of the lifestyle surrounding this virus to know this for what it truly was: behind the mystery and suspense, this was a Pozzing party,

and our quarry were to be infected (if they survived the encounter), whether they wanted it or not.

"You are given a certain amount of points for each being you vitiate. Humans give you one point. A Fae will give you two points. A hybrid

being of any sort will give you three points.Those that have already been 'hunted down' prior to you will give you an additional point. The

points will be tallied just before dawn,and the one with the most wins. It is IMPOSSIBLE to falsify your numbers, as you will soon discover.

However, the one who has conquered our 'special quarry' (his darkened face turning in my direction as he emphasized this, hinting it

seemed) will be granted title of 'Supreme Hunter' and be granted one wish. Any one thing you can imagine, I will bring to fruition. Nothing is

beyond my power. Now go forth, and LET THE HUNT BEGIN!" His form, shadowed though it was, began to fade even further into the

darkness, shimmering out of sight, his hand raising up and producing a final, echoing snap, signaling us to begin....

In an instant, the others began to race out to prepare their strategies while searching for the prey. The Giant strode out, his longer legs

thundering as he lumbered and ducked down below the door frames. The Satyr let out a wild shriek and broke into a run, the hooves of his

goat legs clicking against the floor. The Demon, known as Bael, as he wrapped his arm around his Incubus lover, Caelus, whipped his other

hand about, conjuring a dark fog of living smoke that enveloped them both, after which they vanished from the room as our host had. The

Wolf sneered at me, looking sure of himself and took off in a run, shedding his garments along the way, probably to shift into his canine

form to become faster and tap further into his animalistic senses.

Egotistical mutt, I thought. But enough of him. Now to claim what I've been waiting for. To hell with this petty little contest. The money,

Nephelim's wish, it didn't matter in the slightest. My prize will be far more satisfying: the Witch, the one I've been seeking for centuries, who

holds within the key to my ultimate desire, will be mine, mine alone- and woe to he who stands in my way....

*Writer's Note:

Now the Hunt truly begins. Stay tuned...

Next time- Part V: Hunter's Moon

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*Writer's Note:

Hey all. I know I'm throwing a lot of chapters, perspectives and dialogue at you, but my inspiration tends to veer in different directions, not all of it erotic. This one, however, should prove to be very hot, and may shed some light on any questions as well as introduce another perspective or two. Thanks for sticking with me this far, and input is always welcome. Now, where were we?

The Hunt- Part V: Hunter's Moon

Taven, the Wolf

I sprinted towards the open entrance. Already the changes in my body began as I stripped off my clothes. My hatred for that impudent fucking bloodsucker was replaced by my unquenchable thirst for flesh, both to fuck AND to rend with my teeth. I could feel my mortal form shifting and reforming, bones breaking and mending with lightning speed, my mind surrending to the beast within. My face and nose began to lengthen and shape into a snout, my jaws stretching in size, my teeth now sharp as daggers and increasing size, and my ears becoming pointed as my sense of hearing magnified. Coarse, dark brown fur sprouted from every part of my body as it doubled in height and strength, my arms billowing in girth, granting the ability to hold my prey fast in an iron grip. My hands widened as well, the fingernails becoming black and morphing into the claws that can penetrate steel. A powerful jump into the air as I reached the open doors of the mansion allowed my legs the chance to change and become the muscular legs of a wolf, increasing my speed exponentially, my agility and reflexes at enhanced levels. A thick tail sprouted from my lower back to complete my transformation. Now a fully-formed Lycanthrope, I inhaled the night air into my more powerful lungs and I let out an earsplitting 'HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL' up towards the luminous Moon, my kind's sacred symbol, a nexus of our power and might.

Still possessing my intelligence and restraint (only possible through years of discipline), I began to reach out with my eyes, nose and ears. I saw as the humans, the clumsy Giant and horned up Satyr scattered in all directions. The humans paired up naturally and headed toward the distant structures. They always did go for the 'strength in numbers' mentality their kind liked to comfort themselves with. The thumping of the Giant faded into the nearby tree grove he ventured toward, while the Satyr darted into the labyrinth off to the eastern point of the grounds.

My nose suddenly caught a scent, which quickly whipped by me in a blur of speed, unseen to the human eye. The smell of ice and death, and halted decay. I snarled in fury. {That leech,} I thought angrily, unable to speak words in this form. {How dare he- }I began to mentally fume, but reeled my feelings in as I detected his movements and path. The Quarry were already begin to spread out in the grounds, afraid and oblivious to their fate. Easy pickings, even for a Vampire. But he showed no interest. One of them even came into the open, directly in his reach- but he ignored him, whipping past him at a speed that sent the boy flying back to the ground.{What is he looking for?} I asked myself. {What does he know that I don't?}I began to follow his path, following his horrid stink across the grounds, keeping just out of range of his senses so that he suspected nothing. Whatever or whoever he was looking for, I would take it from him first. Merely for the sport of it. To prove between us which species was dominant. To prove myself the Supreme Hunter by defeating, outmatching and killing this arrogant flea.......

Marcus, [Minutes before the Hunt begins]

I huddled in a corner of my cell, slowly working the sharp chicken bone against my brand, hoping to disrupt its hold over me. The skin was still sensitive from being scarred by fire, but the pain motivated me to work more quickly. I scratched with the sharp edge, drawing blood, trying to remove every part of this binding spell. After half of it was scratched and oozing blood and fluid, I began to feel better than I was, feeling my body re-energizing and my sight expanding. I paused to see if my attempts made progress. I reached my hand out at the plastic tray on the floor before me, focusing my mind. Nothing at first. I kept trying, willing with all the focus and desire I could muster. Suddenly, the tray began to move. It was slow and sporatic, but it was moving! "Thank the Gods," I said aloud. Inspired by my success, I continued to scratch away at the sigil, ignoring the pain and focusing on obtaining my

freedom.

All of a sudden, I heard mechanical sounds coming from the door, the creek of locks and bolts releasing, unhinging. I steeled my nerves to defend myself, preparing for who or whatever was about to enter. The door slowly opened, its hinges creeking from age-- to an empty doorway. There was no one there. No kind of guard standing watch. Not even those strange lackeys 'Green Eyes' sent after me. I got up and slowly approached the quiet hallway, any nearby sound muffled by thick walls. There was no one there. A glimmer of light out of my peripheral caught my eye. The locks on the old doors were recently replaced. I entered the hall, still on guard and looked in every direction, then glanced above my door. Between the top of the door and the ceiling, I spotted some kind of wire transmitter jutting out above my door, its end emitting a steady red light. [Must be some kind of locking door, activated elsewhere by remote control,] I thought, knowing already deep down that I was right. My other psychic faculties began to take roots within me once more, boosting my confidence and desire for liberation from this place.I started down the long hallway, dimly lit with fluorescent lights that flickered on and off incessantly. My eyes began to adjust to the flux in lighting, which was much brighter than the light in my prison. [How long was I unconscious? How long was I in that room?]The questions flooded my mind. There's never a sense of time when you're caged, no matter how long or short a time it is.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL! My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as a bone-chilling howl echoed through the hall, so strong I felt the vibration of the sound waves in the walls. I didn't know what the hell that was, but it definitely wasn't human. Or animal, for that matter. Almost sounded like-

"Help!" My thoughts were disrupted once more by this muffled cry, much closer to me than the howl's origin. I focused, trying to cast out my senses to find its source. "Hello?" I called out cautiously, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I moved steathily forward, aware of my surroundings, my hearing much clearer. "Help Me!" A man's voice called out again, this time closer. "Hello?" I called louder, seeking response. I turned right down another hall. "Who's there? GET ME OUT OF HERE!" The voice was coming from the room ahead of me, its door swung wide open as mine was. I slowly peeked through the entrance. Inside was a man, late twenties or early thirties, white freckled skin, dirty blond hair and golden brown eyes, bound and locked in chains between two metal poles and what looked like a giant metal ring which matched his height and width (it reminded almost of a modified man-sized gyroscope to me), naked with his legs spread wide open in the midst of the room. I nearly mistook him for a her until I saw his flaccid cock poking out barely from his bushy pubes (had this not been a possible life-or-death situation, I would've made a wisecrack about his junk, but now's not the time). "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" I asked of him. "My arms and legs are numb, but not hurt, and I am NOT alright! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" he screamed, struggling against his bindings. "OK! No need to shout!Just stay calm, and let me see what I can do."

I hurried over to him, tugging at his chains, finding them sturdy and taut. The skin of his wrists was ice-cold from the manacles, as were his wrists. He must've been there longer than me. "Who did this to you?" I asked as I studied the contraption looking for a release. "I-I-I don't know. I was heading home to my wife from my buddy's after a couple beers, and the next thing I knew I woke up here." he said, trying to keep calm in spite of the circumstances. While I worked to free him, I cast my combined telepathy and empathy (which combined we'll call 'telempathy' for short), both of which were beginning to function properly again. His fear and uncertainty was legit, but his thoughts rambled on, speaking of a more colorful tale-- {..had some beer, couple shots, a few lines of

coke, then sucked him off and fucked him when he passed out. Wonder if they took the money and stash I stole from...} Ugh! I couldn't hear anymore. Just as I figured: typical married, "straight" man. People.

"How long you been in here?" I broke the mind link, trying to hide both my disgust and irritation. "I don't know. Last time I checked my phone, it was Wednesday night, I think. The 12th." Doing some quick math, remembering the date I saw last before this place: "It's sometime after the 19th, so you've been here about a week." A sudden wave of fear rolled through him. "Did you hear that noise a few mintues ago? It sounded like a hound from Hell!" His breathing became faster as he thought about it. " Yeah I heard it too. Don't know for sure what it was, but I think I have a fairly good idea. But let's worry about that when we get to it. There's gotta be a way to break these." "I've been trying for days and they won't budge. I think they knocked me out with something here and there, though. I first woke up on the-"

My ears, as sharp and sensitive as before, detected the sound of movement. "Shush!" I quickly cut him off. The approach of footsteps echoing in the hallway cut him off and rendered us both mute. I looked at him firmly, holding my finger to my mouth, which he understood to keep shut. I mouthed silently but clearly: "I'll be back. Stay calm." He protested briefly, but obliged. I tiptoed to the doorway, carefully looking for signs of approach. All clear so far, so I step out slowly, out of the enchained guy's line of sight. A moment later, shadows began to dance and ripple on the wall of the hallway to my left. Someone was coming. No time to think of an offensive strike, and I had no idea what I was dealing with yet, so I decided to play defense and keep out of sight. This guy would serve to distract them. I would've hated myself for it if I hadn't gotten that glimpse of this creep's true nature. If there's one thing I actually hate in this world, it's people who take advantage of others who can't defend themselves. Maybe they'll give him a dose of his own medicine. Summoning within my returning magick, I whispered carefully with intent:

"Sim defensus ab oculi elit. Invisibiliter et mente."

(English: Shield me from the eyes that find. Out of sight and out of mind.)

Relief slowly creeped over me as a veil of magick encircled me and bent the light around me, making me invisible to these strangers. I backed away from the room and into a far corner of the hall just to be safe. The shadows grew taller, their bodies getting closer to turning the corner, their distant voices growing louder and clearer. Be ready in will, I said to myself, but cautious in action. Don't strike or cast until you know what you're dealing with.....

Jarek

It happens in a split second, stopping me in my tracks. Gone. Vanished. He couldn't be dead. Impossible I would've sensed it, or at least his fear if he were being attacked. I looked back in my mind where I had sensed him before as well as the movements of my opponents. The mangy mutt was still tracking the path behind me, clearly still believing that I was unaware of his presence. He underestimates my power, the arrogant furball. The Satyr took off into the labyrinth, his syrinx softly playing an Ancient Grecian tune, its tones drawing his intended audience into his grasp like moths to flame. The Giant, deep in the dark tree grove, cries ringing out from the unfortunate souls who ventured within, their bodies too fragile to handle the strength and might of the Colossal's lust. The Demon and his lover were no doubt on a parellel dimension, ravishing each other. The closest persons I

sensed even remotely near his holding cell were all human: one of the collected Quarry and two of the Hunters I saw back in the Hall: a leather-clad master and his slave, also leather-clad. The others were running to and fro like rats in a maze.What happened to him? He cannot be gone, I told myself. Suddenly I remembered from his earlier capture: He also disappeared from my senses, in the downtown city we found him, until he reappeared at the tree park. So that means he must've-

[Very good, Witch,] I smiled and thought to myself. [You found a way around the Ligans Ad Signum (Binding Seal) and cloaked yourself again. This will truly be an exhilarating Hunt for me. Not merely fulfilling my desires at this stage in the game. But the chase, the final battle and the inevitable conquering- only makes the blood tastes even sweeter--]

Master Josh and his Progeny Brett

"God, this is such a fucking rush!!!" I growled loudly to my Boy and protege, close at my boot heels as I strolled down the hall. "It's been too long since we've pumped our spunk inside fresh, tight holes that fight all they can against us. Makes me cum so fucking hard! Not like those loosened-up sluts back home, right Boy?"

"Yes, Sir," my submissive boy answered promptly. I was proud. I trained him well. Normally I'd leave all my boys at home for something like this under the care of other masters, but his progress through my rigorous training, which most of my other boys failed, earned him a reserved place at my side, at home and on this cryptic adventure. The e-mail invite was too tempting to resist:

THE HUNT: A GATHERING OF DEVIANTS AND PERVERTS, BROUGHT TOGETHER FOR ONE THING: POZ BREEDING AND SEEDING!

We invite you to join us for a night of Lust and Debauchery, on the night of the Hunter's Moon (10/20/2014), to fulfill your darkest desires to track down bottoms gathered from every corner of the world and fill them with your cum, whether they like it or not. No safe words, no rules- ANYTHING GOES!!!

WE ALSO OFFER MONETARY INCENTIVE: Bring a bottom or versatile bottom (however possible, NEG bottoms preferred) to add to the group of the HUNTED, and receive $250,000 IN CASH, with payment given upon arrival at the estate, as well as a special and unique GRAND PRIZE for the most successful participant!

You may also bring one (1) additional guest to participate in the tracking, catching and FUCKING of the prey!

Send a direct reply to this e-mail to R.S.V.P. and receive directions and additional information.

You will be given a luxury suite at the host's secluded estate FREE OF CHARGE prior to the event.

JOIN US, AND SURRENDER TO THE DARK BEAST WITHIN!!!

It sounded too good to be true, but sure enough, after replying, a message was sent giving directions and general "guidelines" of the host's estate- until the Hunt took place, that is. Then it was anything goes 'til dawn. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to start kicking up my Boy's training: going from satisfying my EVERY need and taking my toxic loads, to releasing the twisted fantasies I inspired in him, letting him spread his own hot seed to other hungry bottoms that are just like he was when he first crawled over to me, barely 18 then, to my stool at the leather bar and offered himself to me. After shoot load after load of my virus deep inside him, he was mine to command, and he was only too happy to do it.

He was still a young boy yet, barely 25 compared to my 41. Somewhat of a wild buck at first until I straightened him out, but with an unexpected imagination for depravity that rivalled men 3 times his age and experience.

While I stood 6'1" at 200 lbs (pure fitness-sculpted, suntanned muscle [legs, arms, chest , stomach and round ass] from my gym rat days) with salt/pepper hair neatly trimmed around with a matching goatee and chest hair, blue-eyed, gifted with a 10x5" uncut cock (which my Boy couldn't help but slobber on, suck, impale himself on and drain whenever I permitted him, after some begging, of course), he was a sturdy 5'9", 170 lbs (slim/athletic build), brown hair (kept trim, body smoothly shaven to my liking), brown-eyed with a 8x5" cut piece of meat (which he was quickly learning to use on the other junior Boys I kept). 6 hot, wild, cum-filled years later, here we are, dressed in our best leathers (Me: peaked cap, vest, harness, arm and wrist bands, jock, chaps, boots/ Him: harness, collar [with a metal hoop for leashes], wrist bands, jock, chaps and boots) and playing in the big leagues.

I had never been so hard in all my life! Before we turned right down the corridor, I turned back to him, hooked my index finger through the loop of his collar and pulled him close, giving him a rough, sloppy kiss: the kind he loved, which cause his erection to stand at attention in his thin, leather jock. After some heavy groping and lip licking, he was more hot, bothered and short of breath than I was. "That's my Boy! Make me proud today! Keep an eye out for those holes. Got it?" I commanded. "Yes, Master Joshua. I will, sir!" he replied formally.

CLINK! I heard it from around the corner and jerked my head up. He heard it too, nodding as I looked back to him, a smile spreading across our faces. I held my index finger up to my lips (shhhh) and moved slowly to the edge of the wall. I held my finger up and mouthed "stay", to which he mutely nodded. I'll get the drop on my first one tonight, I pictured, and lunged around the corner, letting out a low snarl.

Too soon. Nobody there. I didn't give up. I prowled slowly, like a carnivore hunting for its next kill, and found the door open to the only visible room in the hall. Taking my cap off, slowly peaking in head first,my gaze caught a very welcoming sight. A scared twenty-something freckled little white boy, wide light brown eyes, stark naked, his shriveled cock almost hidden in his bush of dark blond pubes that matched the hair on his head. He jumped and shook when he saw my face there, his eyes red, probably from crying like a bitch. "Please help me. Get me out of here." His voice cracked and broke as he struggled at the chains holding him in what looked like a big gyroscope frame and gimbal, with him making up the spin axis and rotor. Like a little chained-down present, all ready and waiting for us. An appetizer before the buffet.

My face turned into a devilish grin, standing tall as I put my cap back on, stepping into full view and displaying my leather for him. His face quickly draining of any hope had, the little bitch's eyes begin to slowly water as the realization dawned on him: we were NOT with Search & Rescue.

"Hey Boy! Come here! Get a load of this!" He came promptly, took one look at the prisoner before us, and began to chuckle and smile with what could only be described as pure glee at the sight. I liked the way he looked when one of his freakish scenarios was flashing through his devilish mind. I created a monster with imagination in him.

I stood behind my boy, grinding my pelvis against his ass, my rock hard cock rubbing through the leather of my jock on his hairless ass, occasionally grazing between his cheeks, on his smooth and tight hole. He reached behind, massaging my neck with his right hand and my bicep with his left. I nibbled on his neck, right on the carotid, his body shivering in response. We began circling around him-me going one way, my Boy in another as we teased and taunted our prey, watching his occasional but futile bouts of desperation. Again and again he tried to break free from his bindings, realizing, by mere instinct alone it seemed, what was about to occur. A "please let me go" here, a " don't touch me" there- sweet music to my ears.

Finally, getting annoyed and impatient from his whiny noises, I drew my open palm back. CRACK! "SHUT UP!" I barked at him, the echo of the slap rang out, silencing the whiner, and causing my Boy to jump with both pleasure and surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He loved seeing and hearing me get physical with the tricks and the other boys, even if he was left out. He wouldn't become jealous or feel ignored of the many partners we encountered daily, whether they be my bitches or the mystery 'johns' I would set up for him. The perfect Boy. But, childhood has to end eventually.

"Brett," I said firmly. He stopped completely, slowly raising his eyes from the sniffling cumbucket, meeting my gaze with his wide brown eyes, a shred of recognition igniting within him. I have never, ever, in all these years he's been with me used his real name. I always called him Boy, #1 Boy or Head Boy, but never his birth-given name. "Yes, sir?" he said, softly. "The time has come. You are no longer one of my Boys-" to which I quickly added due to the hurt look on his face,"-but here and now, you are a Man." His mind put at ease, his body relaxed again.

"Your first task as a Man-" I said while reaching into my inner vest pocket and pulled out a ball gag, which I quickly jammed into the mouth of the captive before us ignoring his protest,"to split this bitch open with your Man cock. Fuck and pound it 'til it bleeds! Shoot your venomous load deep inside. You get it nice and opened up for me, ok?" Each request ellicited a whimper or muffled cry from the boy, each answered with a open-handed smack to the his face or a quick and sharp tweak of one of his already hardened nipples- which served to turn my new Man on further."Yes, Mas-" he started, but I quickly held up a finger, cutting him short. "A Man has no Master but himself. You will discover this in time. Manhood-" I emphasized to Brett as I glared at the cowering bitch boy, "is earned, not given. From now on, you can address me as your equal. Just Josh- or Joshua. But no more Master or Sir. Alright?" He grinned, feeling on top of the world. "Yes S- I mean, Sure-Josh," he tried out his newfound freedom, that wicked little smile never leaving his face."Good. Alright, enough of this mushy bullshit. Get to work, Brett. We only got 'til before dawn so let's make 'em count." "HELL YEAH!" he barked.

"First, let's get this boy hole into a better position for you," I offered. Having experience with fuck racks like this, a quick study of the contraption revealed a hidden set of buttons on each side. These brought the top half of the circle, along with the boy's arms, down to a bent-over position that locked in place. "That's better," I grunted. The bitch continued to whimper through his gag, trying to form words, but his cry fell on deaf ears. "Shut it, twat," I gruffly said, back handing him then grabbing a fist of his hair and looked him in the eyes, now puffy and red from his tears. "My Boy is becoming a Man today, and YOU WILL take his load- then you'll take my fuckstick whether you like it or not. I like my bitch's holes open and sloppy with cum." I glanced over to Brett, little doubt that all our years together prepared him for this moment. "You know what to do. Make me proud."

Brett unbuttoned his jockstrap, freeing the throbbing rod within. Already leaking precum, he slapped his meat on the hole before him, making the bitch jump. He spit on two fingers and started rubbing and pushing into his hole, opening his tight chute. His struggling renewed, trying in vain to escape. Brett gripped him by his waist and continued to finger his pussy hole. The screams of pain caused by his short but sharp nails, scraping and opening the walls inside like I taught him. He pulled his fingers out roughly, briefly plunging in with three digits and yanking them out again. He held them up, smiling at the thin traces of blood and ass juice he found.

"Very good. He's ready." I said, unsnapping my own jock, my long and thick cock flexing up and down as I slowly stroked it. I started edging as I watch Brett work, leaning against the wall off to the side and taking in the view of my progeny. A final glob of spit hit his cock as he lined his cock head with the hole. He looked right at me, with that shit-eating grin and glint in his eye. He thrust inside all at once. No waiting to adjust or open up. Bitch Boy screamed, saliva and mucus bubbling around the gag.

"There you go. Yeah! That's what a real Man's cock feels like, bitch! You're hole's nice and tight, fucker. (*smack to the back of the head*) But not for long. It's gonna be so torn after we're through, you'll never walk right again." This was hot. I couldn't have scripted it any hotter. Brett had a very creative vocabulary and a vivid imagination.

He drove his cock into the bitch hole without mercy. No breaks, no slowing down- nothing but hard and long strokes, pulling out all the way then slamming back in. Over and over and over, slapping his ass harder and harder. Blood began to trickle down the inside of his thigh, making my dick even harder. This bitch's hole was being fucked raw and bloody, which only made my new Man pump his hole harder.

After nearly a half hour, Brett yanked his cock out, wet and tinged with blood. "Very nice," I told him, driven crazy from edging and breathing heavy. "Finish him off." "You got it." He jammed it back in and began pounding that crevice like a jackhammer. His breathing got shorter, his grip on the boy's waist got tighter. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled. "DO IT! FILL THAT HOLE!" I shouted. Every muscle in his body tightened. "FUUUUUCK!!!" His shouts echoed through the halls as he slammed into that hole once more, shuddering as his balls emptied their venom into our prey, passed out from pain and exhaustion.

"You fucked him to sleep! I'm very impressed!"

"Well, I had the best of teachers after all," he winked at me. My pride was interrupted briefly as I saw a glowing line appear on his chest."What the fuck?" I asked as I pointed at this strange mark. He followed my gaze and saw the same, the line glowing like fire and then fading into black: what looked like a thick tally line. "What is that?" he asked. The puzzle clicked together quickly from our host's last words to us."Well, that Nephelim character did

say it was impossible to fake our numbers at the end. Looks like this is what he meant." "This is some fucked-up shit, man. First those other players, whatever they are, and now this. It's freaky, but so fucking cool!" he said. "Twisted," I answered."Well, the rules say you still get a point even if you're not the first, so looks like you're up." he offered the battered hole to me, wiping himself off with a hankerchief he kept."Yes indeed," I chuckled. I slapped the bitch's ass, rousing him out of his stupor. "Wake up, boy! That was just round one. Ding, ding! Round two!"

I spit on my hand, lubing my cock and aiming it right for that abused fuckhole.

Suddenly, my body halted. My mind was screaming at my body to obey, but I couldn't move! I tried to force my body forward but I was stuck there! "Josh? Josh, what's-" Brett began as he started to walk toward me. Suddenly, Brett was flung across the room by some unseen force, his head smacking hard against the concrete wall before falling to the floor. "Brett!" I cried. "What the fuck is this?!"

Frozen in place, I struggled and ordered my body to obey me. "You can't move, Joshua." The voice came from nowhere, hidden from sight. "Who's that? WHERE ARE YOU?!! SHOW YOURSELF!!!" "Ok," the voice replied. The air before me began to ripple, shimmer and shift, like a reflective veil coming down, slowly revealing the face and body of a young man standing in front of me. {This short little twat is doing this to me?'} I asked myself. Barely 5'10", average build, mid twenties if I had to guess. Mocha colored skin, brown eyes and black hair. His hand was outstretched before him toward me. "Hey," he barked at me, stirring my rage further. No one talks to ME like that. "This short little twat just floored your little hellspawn, so I'd curb that tongue of yours." I was seething. The fucker was reading my mind! "Who the fuck are you, and what did you do to me?" I demanded of him. He smirked at me."Me? I'm Marcus. As for what I'm doing, we'll get to that. But first I want answers, and you're gonna give 'em to me- whether you like it or not."

*Writer's Notes:

Well, Marcus has gone on the offensive. Interesting. Don't you just love these plot curves? Stay tuned, readers.

Next time- Part VI: The Hunted Rise

[mike43]

Wow this is great

[mike43]

More please

[sirensong26]

Thank you. Didn't think I'd get this far on it. But more is on the way.

[sirensong26]

*Writer's Notes:

Hey folks. Back again to entice you with more. Sorry about the wait. 

 

Now let's get back into it.

 

The Hunt- Part VI: The Hunted Rise

 

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Marcus

 

I was in complete control. My powers were fully restored now, in 

 

accuracy and potency. My desire to get back to my beloved fueled the 

 

fire within me. The sigil was broken completely, and a simple healing 

 

spell took care of the bleeding wound in my arm. I held the man, 

 

Joshua as I heard him say before, where he stood without breaking a 

 

sweat. I neither knew nor cared who these people were, but they were 

 

in for a world of hurt if they kept me from my goals.

"You think you can talk like that to me?!" The leatherbound ass was 

 

struggling in vain against my power, the veins of his neck and head 

 

popping out, his cock still rock hard and aching for release. His little 

 

trick was still out cold, and their victim renewed the struggle for 

 

freedom. "You have no idea who you're dealing-" He kept fuming and 

 

spitting venom, oblivious to the change-up in roles. I've had enough of 

 

this rant, I thought. I brought my hand up and gestured, focusing at 

 

his mouth, and touched my fingertips together in a hushing manner, 

 

causing his mouth to forcibly close. As hard as he tried, my will was 

 

keeping him from forming words. "Actually, yes I think I can talk 

 

however I so please," I resumed. " and obviously YOU have no idea 

 

who the FUCK you're dealing with. Allow me to demonstrate." 

 

Channeling my power through my hand, I lifted him off the ground, his 

 

booted feet dangling beneath him. With a forcible push, he was 

 

slammed hard against the concrete wall behind him. Confident in the 

 

strength of my mind, I lowered my hand, pleased that his body still 

 

pinned up where he was. His breathing was erratic and fast. Judging 

 

by his outfit, I figured he had never been overpowered by anyone in 

 

his life. A quick glance down and I saw that his cock was still as rock 

 

hard as before. Sicko must like it, I thought. "Now stay there and pipe 

 

down," I said, ice dripping in my voice, and as I spoke, I mentally called 

 

a glamour to my eyes making them flash bright red. His body jerked in 

 

surprise, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. Glamours were 

 

excellent to use in scare tactics.

I looked over at their victim, who had witnessed the strange events 

 

unfold before him. His eyes were wide with fear, his thoughts and 

 

feelings racing at a mile a minute. He thought I was gonna kill him, or 

 

take a turn. I chuckled a bit from that one. I summoned my power and 

 

cast it over the contraption. A controlled snap of my fingers and the 

 

rack holding him shattered apart, his battered body crumpling to the 

 

cold floor. While I was disgusted with him for what I had learned, I 

 

couldn't just leave him there like that. Long ago, when beginning in 

 

the Craft, I vowed both to never take a human life or let someone die if 

 

I could help them, despite who they were. As he rolled onto his back, I 

 

strode over and kneeled down next to him. Placing two fingers on his 

 

brow, I thought of healing and strength as I intoned under my breath:

 

"Animo ac corpore sano. Omnia nunc dolor reliquit."

(Translation: I heal your body and your mind. All your pain now left 

 

behind.)

 

Instantly, his body's various bruises and swelling began to recede. 

 

The blood between his legs began to evaporate and the bruises and 

 

tears vanished as if they never occurred. His skin was flush with color 

 

again and his strength was returning. I removed the ball gag from his 

 

mouth. His breathing was still a bit ragged but fuller in sound. He was 

 

more freaked at this supernatural display. "Relax and breathe," I told 

 

him. His lips quivered, trying to form words and yet finding none. I held 

 

up a finger and his lips snapped shut, his whole body flinching from 

 

his previous trauma. "Ah ah ah. No need for words. You deserved 

 

everything you just got and more for the things you've done. I know. 

 

I've seen it in your mind. You will be held accountable for them too 

 

someday. But for now..." I explained to him as I looked up and glared 

 

at "Joshua", still hanging from his spot on the wall, " I have more 

 

important matters to attend to." Remembering that I must be secretive 

 

with mortals and not wanting this to come back and haunt me, I met 

 

his gaze and commanded:

 

"Omnes magicae vidistis videbitur nisi a vividae visum."

(Translation: All the magick you have seen will seem naught but a 

 

vivid dream.)

 

With those words, his eyes flashed with white light, telling me that his 

 

mind was now void of our previous interaction and the display he'd 

 

just witnessed. He shook his head, dazed and sat up mechanically. 

 

Before he had time to make heads or tails of the scene, I jumped right 

 

in to direct him. "Hey, you gotta get out of here quick. There are others 

 

coming!" He looked at me blankly, not knowing who I was, and then at 

 

his surroundings. "GET MOVING! GO!!!" I yelled. He didn't waste time 

 

after that. Oblivious that he was still stark naked, he scrambled to his 

 

feet and ran out the door, huffing and puffing off to find a way out of 

 

this strange place. I flicked the door closed behind him to deter any 

 

further interruptions, and placed a simple but powerful Barrier Spell 

 

upon it to keep out intruders and barring the sound from leaving the 

 

room. 

 

"Alone at last," I said aloud to my captive audience, his attention 

 

snapping back to me. "Now where was I? Oh yes." I rose to my feet 

 

and walked slowly toward him. I may have vowed never to take 

 

another life if I could avoid it. But if you do some studying in biology, 

 

you'd be surprised what the human body can endure. "You, little man," 

 

I began, emphasizing the insult," are going to give me answers. If 

 

you're truthful and forthcoming, I'll release you and you can take care 

 

of Psycho Junior over there," I pointed to his unconscious friend, 

 

Brett. "If not, then I will make you tell me what I want to know the hard 

 

way." I brought my hand up inches from his face and, thinking of fire, 

 

conjured a scorching ball of flame before his widening eyes. His 

 

mouth still shut, his muffled cries came pouring out. "Do we have an 

 

understanding?" I asked. He nodded his head in response. "That's a 

 

good boy," I cooed, taunting him like a little puppy. I let the fireball fade 

 

away and with a flick of the fingers, I released the muscles that were 

 

holding his mouth shut. He grunted and gasped, feeling the control of 

 

his mouth coming back to him. "So, first of all, where the hell are we 

 

and why are we here?" Still breathing heavily he answered in a 

 

labored voice, knowing not to bullshit me." This place is in the 

 

outskirts of Colorado, and we were invited to take part in the Hunt- 

 

where we poz negs however we want as a contest." "Lovely," I 

 

responded. "Invited by who?" "I don't know anything about him. Only 

 

that he goes by the name Nephelim and this is his estate." Mystery 

 

ringleader, I thought to myself. A practitioner of some sort too. When I 

 

was cloaked, I saw his friend's chest and heard them talk of this 

 

'Nephelim' when it happened. But later on that. "How many more of 

 

you sick fuckers are in on this?" I demanded of him, seeing him 

 

squirm at this forced role reversal and finally seceding to it." About 12 

 

guys. Well, 6 of us are human. I don't know about the rest." That got 

 

my attention. It would probably take longer for him to explain, so I 

 

decided to use a technique I was taught years ago: Sapiunt Juncto 

 

(Mind Joining, to access the mind of another, gaining their senses, 

 

knowledge, memories, etc.). I stepped up to him and placed my 

 

thumbs on his eyes, connecting with his mind to see what he had 

 

seen of his cohorts.

 

In a flash, the knowledge and memories he held within his mind 

 

flowed directly into mine, teaching me about what these sick trogs 

 

were playing at. I saw his whole life as he had lived it. Childhood, 

 

puberty, adulthood and his present. The email he and his boy 

 

received. The lust that awakened within him. Withdrawing the 

 

necessary funds to participate and luring a young man into a dark-

 

windowed van. Suddenly, I was in a giant darkened hall, facing a dark 

 

man on a dark throne. Nephelim no doubt, I deducted. Wasting no time 

 

I looked about to the others, studying their auras with my magickal 

 

sight. I immediately found my captor among them.  Strange, I 

 

pondered. He had no aura. I filled in the blanks quickly- only the dead 

 

lack auras. He was Vampire, but of a different kind somehow. I didn't 

 

know how I knew that, but I knew. I studied him a moment, his bright 

 

green eyes glowing like the will-o'-the-wisp on a foggy night.  It was 

 

enchantment of some kind. I would have to remedy that if we crossed 

 

paths, which was inevitable. The memory of him hunting me down like 

 

dog threatened to break my concentration, so I quelled my growing 

 

rage and continued my assessment. I saw a Giant next, his hulking 

 

form catching me offguard. A Satyr stepped into my view as well. I 

 

nearly broke my focus completely upon seeing the thing caressing the 

 

Hellspawn with devil horns, its true form unhidden from my sight. I 

 

can't believe it, I thought. A Pure Demon, I realized, here and now. My 

 

teacher made sure that I commit to memory the many shapes and 

 

forms that Demons take- especially those of the Old Ones. These 

 

guys are coming out of the woodwork. The last was almost a no-

 

brainer: the composition of his aura and how he glared at my captor 

 

told me everything. A Werewolf- natural born enemies of all 

 

Vampirekind. {The wolf among the sheep.} Garrett's warning to me 

 

returned to the front of my mind. I made a note to beware of him. The 

 

rest of the party was human- no doubt as sadistic and twisted as 

 

Joshua and his partner. While I knew I was pushing my luck dragging 

 

this out, I turned again to the shadowed figure before them. His aura 

 

of darkness was pulsing with evil energy. No human being could 

 

project darkness like that. No matter how hard I focused, his face and 

 

true nature remained hidden to me. Suddenly, his shadowy head 

 

turned toward me sharply, his eyes flashing a bright white. My mind 

 

nearly went blank. No mistake. Though it was a past memory- he 

 

could see me. Pointing a finger directly at me, with the tiniest of flicks, I 

 

was thrown back and cast out...

 

What seemed like minutes was merely a second in the real world. I 

 

released Joshua's head and composed myself, still taking in all I had 

 

seen and what I was up against. Chills crawled down my spine. "Ok. 

 

Not all human. Got it," I said to myself. His groan caught my attention, 

 

drawing my gaze back to him. He was shaking his head, the strange 

 

invasion leaving him dizzy. I took a deep breath and focused myself 

 

back to the here and now. Ok, back to business. My hand snapped 

 

with lightning speed across his cheek, snapping his head to the 

 

left."HEY! Snap out of it! We're not done yet." He glared at me, appalled 

 

at being disciplined. Men like these were easy to piss off, and almost 

 

always easy to break. " So," I began, recalling the information I 

 

absorbed from him, " How many more people are being subjected to 

 

this?" His lips tightened into a scowl, dictating  he wasn't up to telling 

 

me. "Ok, have it your way." Fire enveloped my hand as I slowly 

 

reached up to his chest. I slowly dragged my fingers down, the fire's 

 

heat increasing and scorching the man's flesh. He tried and failed to 

 

stifle his screams, which echoed in the open room. Burns blistered 

 

quickly upon him, forming four claw-like trails on his abdomen, the 

 

smell of burnt flesh and hair slowly lacing the air. A quick look and I 

 

discovered that his boner still had not gone down. I slapped at it with 

 

my other hand, exciting a gasp from him. He would never have 

 

admitted it, but I felt his lust jump through the roof. Alright, I thought. 

 

Since pain isn't getting him to talk, it looks like he needs some more 

 

incentive to come clean. My ears picked up quiet groans, Joshua's 

 

cries bringing his buddy slowly back to consciousness. A dark 

 

thought creeped into my mind, nearly clouding my vision. {I want out 

 

of here,} I said to myself. {I want to be back home in the arms of my 

 

love.} In a moment, I decided. Kids gloves are coming off. Time to play 

 

a bit dirty.

 

I extinguished the fire as my hand stroked his cheek, rubbing my 

 

control of him right in his face. A dark smirk crossed my face, changing 

 

his expression from rage to confusion.  I purred sadistically, giving in 

 

to the a dark urge in me that seemed to come from nowhere. "Clearly 

 

I'm not hitting the right pressure point. I think I'll focus on a more 

 

senstive one," I said smoothly as I stepped away from him and strode 

 

slowly over to his weakened protege. Seeing my intent, he struggled 

 

again, growling and grunting to get free. 

With barely any effort, I flicked my hand up, bringing the waking man 

 

up on his knees and holding him there. His eyes snapped open, 

 

fighting against the pain in his head, blood seeping out of a deep cut in 

 

his head. He looked at Joshua, then at me, joining his master's 

 

struggle in breaking out of their invisible bonds. "Welcome back, 

 

Sleeping Beauty. Brett right?" I asked of him. He stayed silent, in a mix 

 

of pain and shock but also knowing immediately he had no chance 

 

against my power. A submissive little punching bag. I turned back to 

 

his teacher, who cared more for his protege than he let on." Now 

 

here's the deal, Josh. Either you tell me what I want to know, or all the 

 

pain I had planned for you is going right to your precious little Brett. 

 

And you best believe I can get very creative."  

Their feelings for each other burst forth: Joshua howling in fury 

 

desperate to protect his boy, and Brett quivering with fright but willing 

 

to suffer for Joshua, the master he loved. Either way, they were both 

 

wracked with fear. They were scared of me. Couldn't blame them. With 

 

how dark I was acting, I was starting to scare myself. But I couldn't 

 

stop. Being separated from my love was awakening a darkness in 

 

me...strong and seductive... and I loved it...

 

 

Bael, Demon of Dark Desire

 

"It has begun." From a pocket dimension, we observed the conjured 

 

darkness course through the young Witch, Nephelim's star "Quarry" 

 

in this little game. Our Incubus purred in excitement and lust. Laying 

 

beneath us on a bed of dark silk, our strong, gigantic cock buried deep 

 

within our lover's mortal shell, ceaselessly pumping our dark seed 

 

inside ,threatening to split him asunder at any moment. It mattered not 

 

to Caelus. He could just find another body in the mortal world to 

 

possess and surrender to our unyielding lust. His growing mastery of 

 

Dark Magick and Debauchery made us proud and endlessly aroused. 

"What is it, my Lord?" Caelus asked. "The task Nephelim set unto us 

 

in exchange for our freedom from the Underworld: to corrupt this 

 

Witch here," We gestured to the shimmering image in the air above us. 

 

Clear as a mirror above us were two of Nephelim's invited guests- a 

 

devious leather master and his aspiring protege- held fast against the 

 

wall by the will of the young Witch, his power and our 'essence' 

 

warping his overwhelming wish to reunite with his mortal love. The 

 

darkness slowly began to envelope his body, manifesting visibly to 

 

his prisoners, their fear of the unknown continuing to grow. {Mortals,} 

 

we mused within. {Such weak and amusing creatures. It pleases us 

 

greatly to feed of their fear and suffering. Even better is their secret 

 

desires hidden beneath their self-righteousness and false personas. 

 

Such delicious agony.}  Our Darkling gazed with widened eyes at the 

 

vision above as we continued to assault his stretched hole. Blood and 

 

cum escaped as we pounded our erection deeper and deeper into 

 

Caelus. Grunts of desire came from Caelus, but inside, the soul of the 

 

host he had possessed was screaming in anguish unable to escape 

 

from it. It delighted us. It also gave us the power to warp the deepest 

 

desires of mortals and Witches alike. 

If we can make the Witch take a life in an evil manner, his soul will be 

 

forever tainted, which is what Nephelim was after. Why we did not 

 

know, nor did we care. 

While the Witch was fighting the dark temptation coursing through 

 

him, it would only be a matter of time before his will would break. We 

 

stared again into the eyes of Caelus, which burned in a fiery red 

 

iridescence. "More," we growled deeply. Still hardened deep inside his 

 

hole, we began to fuck him again, his pleasure and the soul's pain 

 

flowing into us, making us more powerful and energized. The 

 

darkness flowed out of our being, into the conjured image, traversing 

 

the aether between the worlds, into the vulnerable aura of our new 

 

victim.

 

 

 

 

Jarek

 

Perched on a rock formation near the infirmary, I took in the sights 

 

and sounds of the night. The Moon above was still gradually turning 

 

from white to copper red, slowly darkening the landscape with its 

 

crimson luminescence. The time draws near.

 

Movement caught my eye. Two of the humans had burst out of the 

 

thick woods, cornering one of the Quarry in the open area below me. 

 

He tried to get away, but they had him cornered. Barely of legal age, I 

 

recognized the flimsy garb as belonging to one of Nephelim's slaves. 

 

No doubt acting to resist for their amusement. Staring at his 

 

tormentors with wide brown eyes, he had brown hair and a slim build. 

 

The men crouched toward him, taunting and playing with him, and 

 

then they finally lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. His cries 

 

rang out to deaf ears. No one within range would rush to his aid. 

One of the men, a lumberjack-attired bear, knelt before the facedown 

 

boy, his hairy arms held him pinned to the ground. The other, a  

 

smooth chested blonde tore the boy's flimsy garments off, forced his 

 

legs apart, hauled out his long and thick cock from his black jeans and 

 

aimed right at the boy's hole. One glob of spit was all the lube they 

 

were gonna give him as the blonde forced his girth into the tight hole. 

 

The boys' cries were muffled by the earth beneath him, his body 

 

fighting like crazy to get free from his tormenters. But he was 

 

powerless against the two hulks as the blonde began to hammer the 

 

boys' hole relentlessly. 

After a long while, the blonde began to fuck faster and faster, grinding 

 

the boy into the green grass beneath them. His breathing picked up, 

 

his grunts getting louder and louder. With a final slam, he shouted and 

 

shuddered, pumping his load into his weeping victim. My eyes 

 

detected a small glow and glimmer on his chest- Nephelim's little 

 

tallying system. Three tallies total were scored on his chest. Spent, he 

 

high-fived his cohort and yanked out his cock, the smell of cum and 

 

blood reaching my heightened senses. 

They quickly switched places, the lumberjack shedding his plaid shirt 

 

and unzipping his slacks. His total was three, and he was ready to add 

 

another. His beer can cock burst from a thick nest of hair. With one 

 

quick thrust, he filled the boys' open hole and stretched it wider 

 

dropping his weight into him. A renewed scream echoed through the 

 

woods, filled with pain and forced pleasure. The bear pumped the 

 

conquered fuckhole, putting the strength of his thick legs and strong 

 

hairy ass behind each thrust which illicited a scream from the boy 

 

each time. The blood from his torn hole was causing my throat to 

 

burn and my cock to thicken, but I resisted my bloodlust. Patience, I 

 

told myself. The wait will be worth it.

This continued on for another long period of time, the bear taking his 

 

time using the beaten hole to sate himself with. Finally, he drilled 

 

faster, gripping the boy's waist tight and letting out a deep growl. His 

 

body shivered as he pumped his load deep, pulling nearly out and 

 

then slamming back in over and over further tearing and coating the 

 

torn chute. As with the blonde, a small glow ignited from the dark 

 

bear's  thick mat of chest hair, bringing his total to four. He ground his 

 

cock deep, ensuring that every drop of cum would stay put to absorb 

 

in his torn walls. 

He jerked his cock out hard and then he and the blonde stood above 

 

their conquest and laughed together in their triumph. They dressed 

 

and wandered off together, leaving the battered boy behind. His blood 

 

and their loads flowed from his hole, staining the green Earth. He was 

 

so sore he could barely move. So helpless, I thought. The blood called 

 

to me, but I blocked out its lure. It was swill in comparison to my goal. 

 

{I will have him,} I told myself. {He is mine. He is close, but cloaked 

 

somehow. He'll have to surface again at some point, I knew. When the 

 

spell wanes-the Witch is mine.}

As soon as I finished the thought, his visage flashed in my mind. 

 

{Finally, his Cloaking has faltered. But how? And why?} My senses 

 

billowed out from me, focusing quickly to detect his location. My sight 

 

rested on a large five-story structure about two miles north of him 

 

with blackened windows, secured from entry or exit by metal bars. 

 

The infirmary Nephelim spoke of, I guessed. My sight altered at my will 

 

and natural physiology, allowing me to see the moving bodies of heat 

 

within (infrared vision, as some know it). One source of heat was 

 

running down flights of stairs toward the lower level. Quarry, I 

 

surmised, no doubt trying to escape the building. On the third floor, 

 

near the western side, were three sources of heat. While I could make 

 

out no descriptions with this sight, their movements told me enough. 

 

Two were pinned against a wall higher than the third, fighting against 

 

an invisible force between them. I chuckled to myself and said, "Such 

 

fools. Humans are no match for a Witch of his power." I summoned 

 

forth the magick held within my eyes to see more, and my amusement 

 

quickly waned. The Witch's aura, which I taught myself to recognize, 

 

slowly from the ground up, was starting to both grow and darken. 

 

"NO!!!" I said aloud. "He cannot be mine if his soul becomes tainted!" 

 

His soul must remain PURE!!! 

Instantly, the real world reappeared in all its details. Without a second 

 

thought, I jumped down to the base of the rock formation I was 

 

perched upon, and then ran toward the building as fast as my feet 

 

could carry me, actually praying that I would not be too late....

 

 

Taven

 

Hidden by the dark and thick vegetation, I watched the Vampire 

 

intently. Every flinch, every turn my Wolf eyes captured and examined, 

 

trying to discern what or who he was seeking. He saw the 

 

Abomination chuckling and muttering to himself, thinking only the 

 

Moon knows what. Suddenly his humor dissipated as quickly as it had 

 

risen. His sight lay on the large building a few miles away from the 

 

rock formation. "NO!!!!" I heard him shout. "He cannot be mine if his 

 

soul is tainted!" The words sounded in my Wolf ears as if he were 

 

right beside me. A shrill piercing decibel accompanied it, irritating my 

 

senses slightly. {Such aggravating noises these parasites make}, I 

 

thought to myself. 

Suddenly, he dropped off the peak of the rock, landing below on the 

 

balls of his feet. Then, just as quickly, he sped toward the distant 

 

structure with such direction, power and speed that his footprints 

 

were imbedded in the Earth beneath him, providing a clear path to 

 

follow. {So what you seek is there, isn't it bloodsucker?} I mentally 

 

said, stating more than asking. {I wager that you have a way of 

 

tracking certain things with those glowing eyes of yours. A way of 

 

finding the 'special' Quarry in this game. Well, not anymore. I will beat 

 

you down, leech, and take him from you. As you lay broken and 

 

bleeding, I'll make you watch as I capture and fuck your target right in 

 

front of you. All this before I rip those sparkly eyes out of their 

 

sockets, squeeze them into jelly, and then end your infernal 

 

existence!} I gazed up at the Great Moon, Her radiant white body 

 

slowly turning ruby red as it coursed through the night sky. I raised a 

 

prayer in thought to the deity of my kind: {O Ancient and Eternal 

 

Moon, Divine Source of Primal Power, empower my Animal Form on 

 

this Night of the Hunter. Grant me the strength and essence of my 

 

kind to conquer and destroy any enemy in my path, especially the 

 

Vampire, enemy of my people and scourge of the darkness. He shall 

 

die slowly at my hand!} The Moonlight shone more brightly down on 

 

me, energizing my being. My form grew and shifted, my strength 

 

increasing threefold. A deep growl escaped my throat as the celestial 

 

Titan also further awakened the wild lust of the Wolf in me, my cock 

 

quickly filling with blood and swelling in girth and length. Thanking the 

 

Moon for her gift, I dug all four of my limbs into the ground. With a 

 

burst of new strength, I set off after the Vampire, following his trail to 

 

the prize they both craved....

 

 

Marcus

 

{Seeing red......feeling darkness.....shaking all over...... so filled 

 

with......rage} The realization of what I was doing slowly floated 

 

through my head. I felt ill and I didn't even feel connected to my body. I 

 

could see what was going on before me, yes, but it was as if I were 

 

watching it from beside my body--an audience frozen in place: my 

 

Astral Niger (Astral Projection).I watched as "I" flung the one called 

 

Brett to wall beside his master Josh with the power of my mind, 

 

feeling the energy coursing through my body as if I were wielding it 

 

myself. My face was fixed in an inhuman scowl, my eyes no longer 

 

brown or red. They were both now pitch black, without white or color, 

 

pools of dark matter void of light.{How did......we get................to this?} 

 

My mind tried to make sense of everything that happened up to this 

 

point. { Can't remember......so angry} I struggled to regain control of 

 

any of my faculties, magickal or otherwise. {Focus,} I goaded myself, 

 

fighting the urge to give in to my burning wrath. 

 

{Focus......on.......Garrett}

The very sound of his name recited in my head was as if someone 

 

flipped a switch, releasing power in me and mentally waking me from 

 

my clouded vision and train of thought. I was in the Time Beyond 

 

Time, watching my body and my surroundings crawling by at a snail's 

 

pace, a second lasting a minute and a minute an hour. I realized that 

 

conquering the temptation to harm another had activated a latent 

 

ability: Temporal Stasis (Habitus Temporal), the ability to slow or stop 

 

Time. How I wielded this gift through my Astral Self was a mystery to 

 

me, but not one I was gonna stop and evaluate. I looked down, finally 

 

discovering the source of this rage: an evil, thick web of Dark Energy 

 

that was seeping through my aura, attaching to my legs and slowly 

 

creeping up my body, consuming streams of gold and white light from 

 

my body in small amounts. {It's eating my Light--my Goodness,} I 

 

realized quickly, fighting to keep my awareness from clouding again. 

 

Where did this energy originate? I thought back to what I had learned, 

 

and found my question answered in seconds: Demon Magick, of a 

 

kind unknown to the human world for millenia. {This is the Old One's 

 

doing. He must be sending it from an alternate dimension. I have to 

 

break its connection fast, before it's too late.}

I calmed my thoughts and focused on the power and goodness of 

 

Love, Light and Good Magick. I envisioned the Light being consumed 

 

by the Dark glowing brighter and stronger, willing it to burn away the 

 

tendrils of black matter wrapped around me. With thoughts of warmth 

 

and good will, I mentally intoned a Spell I crafted quickly in Latin:

 

"Corrumpitur virtus, anima mea, quod nunc a me recedere. Amove 

 

malitiam a carne, cor meum et animam et mentem. Sit mihi armatura 

 

fidei lumen jam: viribus defendere et tueri, ut fiat!

(Translation: Power that corrupts my soul, from my being now depart. 

 

Remove your evil from my body, my soul and mind and heart. May the 

 

Powers of Light purify me: defend and protect, so mote it be!)

 

The glowing light of my aura, spirit and magicks burst forth, shining 

 

like a lighthouse beacon. The darkness, unable to withstand the 

 

radiance, loosened its grip on me and evaporated into nothingness 

 

around my body, cast out of my body and aura. The light resonated 

 

and pulsed within, cleansing me of any traces of the negative Demon 

 

energy. My body and powers were once again my own, time still 

 

ticking by in extreme slow-motion. The only trace of the Demon's 

 

power was a weak, hair-thin trail leading to nowhere. The Demon's 

 

dimension, I thought. It must be. As quick as any cat, I snatched the 

 

energy thread with my right hand before it could escape into the 

 

aether. I continued to focus on Love and Light, holding it fast, and one 

 

by one I summoned the power of the Four Directions, the Four 

 

Elements, and the Divine Realms. Channeling them through my hand, 

 

I concentrated on using the thread as a pathway to the its origin, 

 

namely the Demon, whose form I summoned in my mind's eye to give 

 

the Energies direction and intent: to fight against Demonic Evil. I didn't 

 

know if the Demon would be vanquished, since I knew not its true 

 

name nor had time to discover such knowledge. At best I knew the 

 

Demon would be at least weakened and/or incapacitated long enough 

 

to reinforce my Shields against it, barring it from possessing me again. 

 

The powers of Magick, Nature and the Divine flowed through me. 

 

Thoughts of my beloved flooded my mind and heart, my words 

 

fortified with strength:

 

"Bonitas Magia voco te ab oriente, occidente, ab austro et aquilone. 

 

Aer et aqua, ignis et terra, et lux caelestis Mire addatur. Post tenebras 

 

a fonte suo, et cum divina vis vincere. Magiam bonitatis, conjuro te 

 

nunc. Servio gladius tuus, sic fiat."

(Translation: Magick of Goodness, I call thee forth, from East and 

 

West, South and North. Air and Water, Earth and Fire, join with Light 

 

and Heavenly Mire. Follow the Darkness to its source, and vanquish it 

 

with Divine Force. Magick of Goodness, I now summon thee. I serve 

 

as thy sword-- so mote it be.)

 

All the Magick I had summoned shone around me brightly, then 

 

swiftly focused into a swirling, sparkling ball within my body where 

 

my heart was beating. My spirit lifted within me, feeling the power of 

 

the World and the Universe course from my heart, across my chest, 

 

down my arm, through my hand and into the tiny thread. I watched as 

 

the dark thread turned golden and ignited in a vibrant green and blue 

 

flame as the light ball followed it back through the small portal it came 

 

from. I bid the energies to fly with the speed of Wind and Lightning to 

 

pass through the Realm between the Old One and me. In mere 

 

seconds, I felt my Spell hit its target on the other side. I could almost 

 

hear the roar of the Demon as Goodness and Light dealt a fierce blow, 

 

closing the miniature portal as it did. 

Reenergized with control fully reinstated again, my Shields erected 

 

with effortless ease around my mind, heart, body and soul. My aura 

 

glowed and crystallized, the weakened spots in it repaired and refined. 

 

Despite the situation that still awaited me when time was flowing 

 

correctly once again, I felt serene, peaceful, and powerful. My powers 

 

and connection to Magick continued to awe and amaze me, as they 

 

always have. {There is no limit to my ascension,} I thought. {No 

 

obstacle I cannot overcome.}

I released the discarnate energies I had invoked back to their place in 

 

existence, giving thanks to each of them. Then I focused on merging 

 

once more with my physical body, slowly correcting the flow of time 

 

while starting to feel the physical sensations of my environment 

 

again. I made sure to divert enough of my energy to keep my "new 

 

friends" in their places on the wall. While I didn't want to eviscerate 

 

them anymore, I certainly wasn't ready to make friends. These people 

 

were vile, cruel and still keeping me, as well as others, imprisoned in 

 

this depraved form of entertainment. What my Garrett told me in my 

 

last dream echoed into my thoughts: "You must disrupt the Hunt and 

 

free the innocents trapped with you." ,"The werloga, the wolf among 

 

the sheep". The verses stayed in the front of my mind, cementing 

 

themselves there to keep my intent from wandering while also 

 

reminding me of Garrett's last words: Fear not my love, we shall meet 

 

again....

 

A ripple shook the room, the summoning and displacement of various 

 

energies vibrating through the air and whipping the wind around us as 

 

time returned to its normal flow. I shook my head lightly to adjust to 

 

the return from the Astral Plane to the physical. There I stood, my 

 

arms extended, still holding my would-be abusers against the wall 

 

with my psychic powers. They continued to stare at me, ignorant of 

 

the battle that began and ended within me, fear still prevalent in their 

 

hearts and minds. What was minutes for me was seconds to them. 

Picking up where I last left off with them, I completely threw them off 

 

with my shift in personality. "Consider this your lucky day, you sick 

 

fucks. I've suddenly had a change of heart, so you won't be subjected 

 

to slow and painful torture." They exchanged looks of confusion and 

 

aggravation. They turned back to me and opened their mouths to 

 

speak. Or yell, I wasn't sure. I didn't give them the chance. Before a 

 

sound could pass beyond their lips, I gestured them to seal shut as 

 

before, muting the words they were trying to form. I glared at them 

 

briefly, asserting my dominion and reminding them that nothing's 

 

changed. "I said I wasn't gonna torture you. I didn't say you could 

 

talk." They tried to open their mouths in vain, then after a moment 

 

they bowed their heads in submission. I smirked mischievously as I 

 

lowered my hands and met their stares. "Now, while I won't torture 

 

you in ways you never thought possible," I continued with the dark 

 

tone I adopted before," make no mistake: if we cross paths on these 

 

grounds again, you will both die--painfully." I locked eyes with Josh, 

 

his icy blues hazy with the lightest moisture of tears itching to spill 

 

down his cheeks. I pointed at Brett, the object of his concealed 

 

affection, who backed his head against the cement wall at the gesture. 

 

"Your precious boytoy first. I'll make you watch as his soul departs 

 

this world." With flaring nostrils and glaring eyes, he growled at me, 

 

his mind erupting with profanities against me as well as both anger 

 

and fear in his heart. {If you touch him, I will end you}...{You will suffer 

 

dearly for this}...{I will skullfuck you in your sleep, you freak}. 

 

Thoughts and images exploded from his being. I genuinely struck a 

 

nerve with my taunting and threatening of him. I exposed him for what 

 

he was in front of his precious student: a mortal man with mortal 

 

feelings and mortal limitations. I dethroned him as a God in front of 

 

others who would assume otherwise. 

I stared at young Brett, shivering against the cold wall, a sole stream 

 

of tears down his left cheek. "Until then, I will spare your lives," I 

 

nodded to him, trying to tell him with my eyes that the monster he just 

 

saw in me does not come out unprovoked. Some small glimmer of him 

 

seemed to understand my unspoken words, so I continued. "Do NOT 

 

confuse my mercy with weakness," I warned, "or you will learn 

 

quickly that even my mercy has its limits." I looked back to Josh. I saw 

 

his raised veins, the red of anger in his face. Glancing down, again I 

 

saw that his erection still had not gone down. By the Gods, I thought, 

 

what is with this guy? He has experienced the mystery and fury of 

 

Magick in spades and his dick is still his primary thought? Some men. 

 

Well, since I wouldn't kill or torture either of them, I would have to 

 

settle for giving this sexnut a different lesson in changing his ways. 

 

As I stared at his cock, I mentally searched my mental database of 

 

Spells, calling to mind the perfect one for this situation.

"Still hard I see. Nothing that just happened can take your mind off 

 

your cock, huh?" His eyebrows fixed into another confused look. "In 

 

other words, I'm gonna give Josh Jr. there a much needed timeout." In 

 

a flash, I closed the gap between us and grasped his thick member 

 

roughly, inciting a moan from him. Brett screamed through closed lips, 

 

anxiety flaring in him. "Calm down, boy. I'm not gonna rip it off," I 

 

assured him, feeling a slight jerk from Josh at the word "rip". I met his 

 

eyes with a grin."While I'm sure with my power I could, that wouldn't 

 

teach you much, now would it?" I teased him, stroking his hard meat, 

 

rubbing under his cock's large mushroom head, hearing the groans 

 

escape him and feeling the pleasure awaken against his will. After a 

 

few minutes of arousing him, I raised power within me again, focused 

 

intent by visualizing the effect, and tightened my grip on his throbbing 

 

prick as I encanted:

 

"Laetetur cor clausam humanitas mentis vires hic et nunc circum. 

 

Succensa est enim quasi ignis, liquor libidinis tuae, sed non potest 

 

agere in voluntatem tuam. Fascinum tuum, et non erit ultra resistere 

 

cunctis diebus quibus lustrare terram hanc. Fiat, fiat!"

(Thy manhood clouds thy closed mind, so here and now its strength I 

 

bind. Thy lust will burn as liquid fire, but unable to act on thy desire. 

 

No more will thy phallus stand as long as ye traverse this land. So be 

 

it!)

 

As I spoke the words of Magick, I felt their power manifesting through 

 

my will, working instantly on Josh as he hung there. My Empathy 

 

sensed that the fires of ecstasy in him began to ferociously blaze, 

 

causing his body to tremble and his breath to catch. At the same time, 

 

his swollen dick began to lose its length and girth, shrinking swiftly in 

 

size as he looked on in a mix of lust and horror. The Spell finished, I 

 

released my grip on his dick, now flaccid and useless, which hung 

 

shriveled from his nest of thick graying pubic hair. I could've sworn his 

 

eyes got so wide they nearly popped out of their sockets. He started to 

 

believe this was permanent and feared he'd never fuck an ass again. I 

 

laughed at his shock, then gave him my ultimatum. "Good," I said 

 

smoothly as I lifted his head by the chin to meet my gaze. "Now I've 

 

got your undivided attention for a change. You're in a little slice of Hell 

 

I'd like to call 'Sexual Limbo'. Lust of a 41-year-old sailor, but the 

 

equipment capabilities of a 6-year-old. Little Joshie there is gonna stay 

 

that way, tiny and wrinkled,  for as long as you're within the 

 

boundaries of this place, for now and for always. So, if you enjoy 

 

fucking little boys as much as I suspect you do, I suggest that you 

 

take your little cockpig and leave this place and never return." His 

 

eyes darted to his lover, then to his junk, then back to me. "The 

 

moment you pass through the land's perimeter in leaving here, the 

 

Curse will lift." He was still shock, but some of his relief returned. Now 

 

to really mindfuck him. "However, just in case you're thinking about 

 

pretending to leave and then circle back to give me more grief..." I 

 

quickly decided to put a little extra insurance on his punishment. I 

 

waved my hand over his limp cock and again encanted words of 

 

Magick:

 

"Si hoc, maledictus erit a te, ut celer admissis labitur, tunc fortitudine 

 

tua perpetuo impeditur."

(Translation: If this curse be by thee unheeded, then thy virility be 

 

forever impeded.)

 

"There, that's better. Now, if you leave and come back, the Curse will 

 

return and STAY with you. No more hot sex for Daddy-- ever. So, 

 

Joshua, do we have an understanding?" He weighed all his options in 

 

thought before me. Finding no solution, he hung his head and then 

 

nodded in defeat. "Amazing!" I exclaimed."He can be taught!" 

SLAM!! A set of doors slamming against the rock-hard walls echoed 

 

through the establishment, its sound reaching my ears and the 

 

vibration of force felt in my toes. I turned to the closed door. More 

 

company. More of these Hunters searching for easy prey. Enough is 

 

enough, I decided. Time to take the fight to them. I didn't know exactly 

 

how yet to defeat them all yet, especially those of Supernatural origin. 

 

Yet inside my head I swore: {But as long as I draw breath and wield 

 

Magick, I will find a way to victory and freedom.} 

I turned back to the wall, Josh and Brett still suspended above the 

 

floor, their gazes on each other and defeat in both their hearts. "Looks 

 

like our time together has expired, lovelies. Until we meet again- 

 

which, for your sake, had better not be soon," I told them both. Once 

 

more I raised my hand and channeled Magick upon them, this time 

 

only using one simple word:

 

"Somnum!"

(Translation: Sleep!)

 

I saw the violet-colored glittering shine of Dream Magick sweep over 

 

their open eyes. Their exhaustion assisted in the Spell as both of their 

 

bodies slumped in relaxation, their eyes fluttering shut in deep sleep. 

 

"That should buy me some time to get out of this building," I said 

 

aloud. The Sleeping Spell would grant me at least an hour's time, two 

 

if I was lucky. I released the hold I had on their mouths and let them 

 

both slowly drop from the wall, their unconscious bodies sliding down 

 

to the floor. Brett laid on his side while Josh stayed propped up 

 

against the wall, his tiny member sitting uselessly between his legs. 

 

Their minds were no longer here, but each in their respective Land of 

 

Dreams, shifting restlessly as the images and scenes in their heads 

 

enticed them into deeper slumber. "I hope your Dreams teach you 

 

more than Life apparently has," I said to them softly. 

SLAM!!! Who or WHATever was making that noise was getting closer 

 

to my position very fast. {I have to get out of this building,} I told 

 

myself. {Outside I'll be closer to the Elements and the Moon, and then 

 

my powers will give me an advantage against most if not all my 

 

opponents.} Another Spell emerged from my memory: a minor 

 

Teleportation Spell to move a short distance. It wouldn't get me back 

 

home, but at least I'd be outside. SLAM!!!! It was coming closer. Could 

 

it be the Vampire who brought me here? The sounds and speed of his 

 

coming grew louder and louder, coming to a dead silence just outside 

 

the room. I held my breath, hoping my stillness and lack of sound 

 

would deter my new pursuer. The knob rattled and turned slightly, its 

 

lock and sturdiness amplified by the Barrier Spell I placed on it earlier. 

 

Unable to budge the lock, the person outside let go of the knob. Not a 

 

single sound was heard for several minutes. 

BAM!!! The sound of something blunt crashed against the door, 

 

bending the metal door inward and causing the Magick upon it to 

 

ripple and strain. BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! Each blow bent the metal 

 

inward toward the room. The position and repetition of the blows told 

 

me that this was Supernatural strength behind closed fists. It must be 

 

him. While the Barrier was strong, it wouldn't hold for much longer. 

 

Out of time, I quickly imagined the scents, sights and feelings of a 

 

natural setting and quickly cast:

 

"Eripe me de hoc aedificium, et salvum natura!"

(Translation: Take me out of this structure, and bring me safely to 

 

Nature!)

 

In one moment, the Magick of the Barrier shattered like glass and 

 

faded away as I felt power and energy swirl around me and pick up 

 

speed. Just as the door was punched off his hinges and flew across 

 

the room toward me and I closed my eyes, the swirling vortex 

 

engulfed me before the door hit and transported me from the cold 

 

prison to somewhere else with an explosion of energy and displaced 

 

air. Where I was going I was not fully sure, but it was close by and 

 

outside on the grounds, where Hunters and unknown dangers lie 

 

waiting on the road ahead....

 

*Writer's Note: To get back to Garrett, his true love, Marcus still must 

 

face many obstacles before they can be reunited. 1.)The Hunters, 

 

both human and Supernatural, seeking to capture and use him for 

 

their own carnal pleasures and (as he is the 'special' Quarry, a fact 

 

known only by Nephelim, Jarek and now Taven) any one wish from 

 

the seemingly all-powerful Nephelim who was viewing these events 

 

hidden in darkness. 2.) His captor, the Vampire, who seeks to possess 

 

him- in every sense of the word, for reasons yet to be revealed. 3.) 

 

The Wolf, who seeks to possess him to spite his Vampire rival. 4.)The 

 

various traps dotted throughout the grounds, which can either help or 

 

hinder him. 5.) The task of finding and protecting all the innocents 

 

trapped with him on the estate. The list goes on. Will Marcus succeed 

 

over his oppressors and gain his freedom or will he succumb to the 

 

dark passion of this dangerous game of cat and mouse? Stick around, 

 

sex cravers! There's magick to be done!

 

Next time- Part VII: The Witch's Task and the Vampire's Curse

 

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[Bttm2go]

Very different, but good.

[sirensong26]

Next few chapters will be posted soon. 

[cumluvnbottom]

Next few chapters will be posted soon.

Looking forward to it.

[sirensong26]

Hello one and all. For those still following this story, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. After several bouts of writer's block, editing and lack of free time, I'm finally on the verge of completing this epic. Do not lose hope.

[CasRFuckr]

I want it to be passionate and as sexual as some of the previous posts.  Very interesting writing.

[pisces bearcub]

Very intense! You've done a great job with this. I'm sure the remaining chapters will be spectacular.