Temptation Bound (Raveled & Elina)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Raveled on 11-07-2010, 17:19:29</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 17:19:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon Isherwood moved quickly down the street, duffel back over one shoulder, being careful not to look left or right. The neighborhood wasn't the best, but for what he had to do tonight -- had to do almost every night -- it was best to have neighbors who wouldn't question screams and loud blows.<br><br>Still, it wasn't like Devon would normally attract urban predators. He was a full head over six foot, and his wide frame was heavy with muscle. His skin was pale, his square-jaw was clean-shaven, and his hair was trimmed short enough to see the lines of his skull. His clear green eyes were steady, and he moved with a grace and poise that bespoke long and careful training in the martial arts. Even beyond that, though, there was something ab9out him, an air of danger held closely in check.<br><br>Devon glanced up, saw that the sun was only a few fingerwidths above the horizon, and quickened his steps. The door was a nondescript slab of steel, but the pentagram carved into the lintel marked it as the right one. He thumped on it, his heart and breath speeding up. "Maya," he called out, trying to be heard on the other side of the door. "Maya, are you ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 03:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya Sims dressed carefully, covering her hourglass figure with a tunic and a long skirt.&nbsp; She used a soft scarf to cinch the tunic at the waist, so that the thin cotton hugged her full breasts and flared out with the curve of her hips.&nbsp; She wore all white, as was required in what she was about to do.&nbsp; Her pretty face was devoid of makeup, making her look younger than her twenty-three years. Long black hair hung in waves down to her waist, freshly washed and dried to rid it of the scent of herbs from her daily rituals.<br><br>She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of her bedroom.&nbsp; Oh dear, Devon would arrive anymoment.&nbsp; She needed to hurry.&nbsp; She rushed to grab the small satchel supplies and put on her bracelet.&nbsp; The wide golden band had been enchanted by her mother decades ago, and given to Maya at birth to protect her from the evil she would spend her life containing.&nbsp; Her mother was High Sorceress in the Order of the Greater Key; Maya had not been born with that level of power, but she knew enough of enchantments and spells to be effective at her job.<br><br>She rushed to the door, bare feet padding on lush carpet, even as she noticed through the window that the sun had almost disappeared over the horizon.&nbsp; She heard his voice through the door, and turned the knob, flinging it open.&nbsp; Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy from running down the stairs.&nbsp; "Devon, come on!"&nbsp; As he stepped inside, he towered over her smaller frame.<br><br>She grabbed his hand and led him through her small house and into the back yard, her hips swinging softly.&nbsp; She smiled as grass tickled her feet; she had been taught from an early age to commune with nature, and she loved the feel the earth touching her body.&nbsp; The property was large, the perimeter heavily lined with trees to provide her with privacy.&nbsp; <br><br>Past her small herb garden, hidden amidst a copse of cherry trees, was a door with a padlock.&nbsp; She let his hand go and used the key dangling from her waist to unlock the small entrance.&nbsp; It was dark, and she muttered quick words under her breath, lighting with a spell candles in sconces along the walls.&nbsp; Stone steps led down underneath the ground to a large chamber which had been a root cellar at some point.&nbsp; Padlocking the door once they were both inside, Maya led Devon down the steep steps and into the room, pausing at the large circle drawn in white chalk.&nbsp; On one end of the circle was a tribute to the god; a tribute to the goddess was drawn at the other end.<br><br>Maya looked at Devon, who was familiar with the ritual and already removing his shirt.&nbsp; She opened the satchel in her hand, pulling out a bundle of leaves and long blades of grass that she had gathered earlier.&nbsp; A long cut of thyme from her garden tied the bundle together.&nbsp; She cast another spell, and the scent of burning, cleansing sage filled the chamber.&nbsp; Maya knelt before Devon, her knees pressing into hard concrete.&nbsp; Devon had suggested that she cover the floor with rugs, but she hadn't.&nbsp; Over time, she had become used to her rough texture against her body and under her feet.&nbsp; <br><br>She raised her hazel eyes, looking up into his, her cheeks flushing.&nbsp; This part, kneeling in front of him, always made her think of her occasional intimacies with him.&nbsp; She removed his shoes and socks, setting them aside carefully, and dipped her bundle of leaves in a small jar of aromatic oils from her bag.&nbsp; She touched the oils on his feet, chanting words in the old language that was passed on through generations.&nbsp; She stood, continuing the cleansing ritual by touching the oil on Devon's abdomen and pectoral muscles.&nbsp; Still chanting, she brought the bundle of leaves down on his shoulders and finally the top of his head.<br><br>As soon as she was done, she felt the tension drain from her body.&nbsp; "Okay," she smiled brightly at him, "Now we can get you ready before we go into the circle.&nbsp; I was running late today, sorry about that."&nbsp; She led him to the opposite side of the chamber to a large bed.&nbsp; On the stand next to it was a drawer filled with scented oils and creams, all designed to make Devon relax.&nbsp; She knew she could take her time; once the cleansing ritual was done, they had all night to perform the rest of the ceremony.&nbsp; They were bound to the chamber until sunrise.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 16:30:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon felt the knot in his chest relax a bit when he saw Maya. She was already in her ritual garb and he could smell her herbal body wash -- she was obviously cleansed and ready to begin. Her entered the building and shut the door behind himself, muttering a greeting as he squeezed through the narrow hallway. The garden provided some relief, and he inhaled the earthy scents gladly as Maya worked the padlock.<br><br>The repurposed cellar, with its concrete walls and floor, set his heart beating faster again. Part of it was simply animal reaction to the pain he knew waited at the climax of the ritual, but a larger part of anticipation that his burden would be lifted, at least for a little while. Oddly enough he felt no feat; he had prefect faith in Maya to contain the evil within him for another night.<br><br>As the witch prepared the first steps, Devon moved to a nearby table, set the duffel on the ground, and peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion. He folded the garment with the speed of long practice, then say in a rude wooden chair against the wall. A Maya removed his boots and socks and began washing his feet, Devon felt heat and color rising in his face and chest. She'd done this simple, intimate act nude, or nearly nude, before, and it had always lead to...<br><br>Devon felt the blood in his cheeks drain away to a different part of his anatomy and he shifted in the chair as best he could without upsetting Maya. Those days were past, unfortunately; they had both decided that it made things too complicated. Both of them. Rationally, like adults. That didn't mean he didn't want to jump her like a horny teenager sometimes, though.<br><br>Devon felt the touch of the aromatic oils on his feet and chest and head, and that brought him back to the cold cellar fast. He felt the shivers crawling up his spine and he hurried to the other room. There, he changed out of his jeans and into looser, <em>gi</em>-style pants. He perched on the edge of the bed and rubbed the first ointment on. It looked like lard and went on like skin cream. As he worked it into his skin it dried clear and the cold was steadily pushed back; it would insulate him and protect his body from the cold.<br><br>Devon worked in silence for a long minutes, then held the jar out for Maya. "I can't do my back," he said hesitantly. He didn't need to speak, they had done the ritual thousands of times by now, but he nonetheless felt like the silence needed to be broken somehow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>15-07-2010, 19:39:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya took the cream from Devon. "Lay down," she instructed, her voice a little hoarse.&nbsp; He was sexy, and although they did this regularly, her body still responded to his.&nbsp; They had too much of a history, and the memories of his touch were too fresh in her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>He got into position, and she climbed onto the large bed, kneeling next to him.&nbsp; It wasn't how she had done this in the past;&nbsp; she used to climb on him, kiss the back of his neck.&nbsp; She shook her head, silently admonishing herself not to think about that. Things were different with them now. <br><br>They had been lovers almost from the start, the attraction between them strong from the first time they met.&nbsp; It wasn't unheard of in the Order for a witch to have sex with her charge, and nobody had blinked an eye when Maya had reported the nature of the relationship to her mother.&nbsp; I<br><br>It had gone on that way for a long time, she and Devon passing their nights together talking and making love.&nbsp; But then things had changed for Maya.&nbsp; She'd found herself losing focus, her thoughts wandering from the goddess during her rituals.&nbsp; She had felt confused, and sought guidance from the elders on the Order's council.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mother had explained that she must pull back from the personal relationship with Devon.&nbsp; Remaining focused was paramount, or the demon within him would win; it was Maya's responsibility to Devon's soul to do the right thing.&nbsp; It was what had been drummed into her since she was a child training for her position.&nbsp; "Souls can be saved by you.&nbsp; But they can be lost by you too.&nbsp; Always remember that in everything you do.&nbsp; Good is your responsibility to the goddess."<br><br>The elders in her religion taught that their were two dieties, the god and the goddess.&nbsp; Eons ago, lore said, the god decided to allow twelve demons onto earth, for without evil there could be no good.&nbsp; The demons were allowed to choose which human they inhabited; each demon's story was different.&nbsp; For a century, chaos reigned, until the goddess saw what had happened to her beloved planet.&nbsp; She created the holy Order of the Greater Key, her tears granting powers to its members beyond those found within humanity.&nbsp; She charged the members of the Order to bring balance to the earth once again.&nbsp; Through the use of spells and enchantments, they would ward off the demons so that they would never again rule as they once had. <br><br>The council had offered assign a different witch to Devon, but Maya had balked at the idea.&nbsp; Although she didn't admit it to anyone else, he was hers.&nbsp; That kind of possessiveness was frowned on within the Order, and her mother would banish her if she ever truly understood the depth of Maya's feelings.&nbsp; She knew what she felt for him was dangerous, but she couldn't let him go.&nbsp; It was the only thing in her life she had been selfish about. <br><br>She knelt next to Devon, smoothing her cream-covered fingers over him.&nbsp; "Did you have a good day?&nbsp; I slept some more in the morning, and then spent the day in prayer."&nbsp; Although she was small, her hands were strong, and she kneaded the tight muscles in his shoulders.&nbsp; She covered his skin with the cream, massaging where he needed and continuing a steady stream of chatter.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Okay, Devon," she said when she was done, "you ready?"&nbsp; She looked at him, already cringing at what was to come.&nbsp; He looked about as relaxed as he was going to get.&nbsp; She always hated this part, knowing from his screams how much pain he felt.&nbsp; She went and stood next to the goddess symbol at the edge of the warding circle, and waited for him to take his place. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 17:35:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Devon enjoyed the sensation of Maya rubbing the cream onto his back, the feel of her small hands against his muscles. It brought back memories of happier times, when they'd done something like this on a daily basis, even when the demon in him didn't need to be restrained. Now, she was always careful to keep a certain distance between them, like she didn't trust her own reactions around him. It was probably smart and he should probably learn from her example, but the whole thing left him obscurely saddened.<br><br>Finally though, all the preparations were done and the time for remembering the past was done. He followed the witch back into the main room, most which's floor was given over to a grand warding circle. It was fully fifteen feet across t its widest, and inside were all sorts of geometric shapes and swirling, graceful script: a circle of braided metal, copper and silver and iron woven together and set into the concrete; a pentangle picked out by crystals laid at regular intervals; a triangular channel cut into the floor and filled now with holy water. Devon picked his way carefully through the various layers, moving often on the tips of his toes or the balls of his feet. Even though most of the lines and runes were painted on an indelible, he didn't want to take any chances.<br><br>The innermost circle was a bare six feet across, not quite enough for Devon to lay down in -- not that he intended to be on his back. Instead he knelt at the edge of the circle, between a set of shackles. With some difficulty he managed to close them around his own wrists. Chains led off the shackles and through passages prepared in the warding circle. Even now, he could feel Maya taking up the slack, pinning his arms down against his sides, securing the excess length and started a low chant. He closed his eyes and blocked out the sound of the chant and his own beating heart, the feel of his feet against the rough floor and the shackled against his wrists, the smell of the herbs rubbed into his skin and the cold stone scent of the cellar. He blocked out sensation, curled his awareness into a tiny, protected corner of his mind, and relaxed his vigilance against the evil.<br><br>Devon's body arched into a bow in an instant, all those fine muscles in his upper boy standing out in stark relief as he began to <em>change</em>. His skin darkened, becoming ruddy and hot. Steam or vapor rose off him, and within minutes sweat had plastered his body hair against his skin. The bones of his skill changed with a sickening popping noises, three parallel ridges of bone pushing up against his scalp, starting at his hairline and disappearing at the base of his head.<br><br>Devon's eyes snapped open, but Devon wasn't there anymore. The eyes were totally black, except for a single red pinpoint in the center, burning like a cinder. When his mouth opened to scream, rows of teeth stretched back as far as the eyes could see, disappearing down his gullet like a shark or lamprey. The tongue was a long, blood-red tendril, sinuous and curling powerfully in the air. The demon thrashed and screamed and hissed like a wounded beast. The wards shone or bubbled or vibrated according to their nature, absorbing and dispersing the energy, and the creature was bond once again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 01:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the demon fought to escape, Maya sat just out of reach but still within the circle.&nbsp; She chanted her prayer to the god take back his minion and her thanks to the goddess for empowering her people to control the evil.&nbsp; She pushed aside thoughts of her fear and thoughts of the pain Devon felt, forcing herself to focus instead only on the deities.&nbsp; It was imperative that she have no distractions while the demon was fighting to surface.&nbsp; She couldn't fail Devon that way.<br><br>As the screeches and screams became louder, Maya focused inward, keeping her chanting even and low.&nbsp; Finally, the demon was subdued and she came out of her seated pose, taking two small steps backwards toward the edge of the circle.&nbsp; There, she knelt and lifted a chalice.&nbsp; The cup was filled with holy water, taken from a fountain said to contain the tears of the goddess herself.&nbsp; She scooted forward, sprinkling Devon's feet with it.&nbsp; There was a soft hissing sound, and his body twitched as if it had been hit with acid rather than water.&nbsp; &nbsp;She kept up her prayer, flicking higher up his body little droplets of water, listening to the soft hisses and the grunts of pain coming from Devon. <br><br>"Are you okay?" she chattered. "We shouldn't wait so long next time, Devon.&nbsp; This time was too hard on you.&nbsp; You know he gets closer to the surface the longer we wait."&nbsp; The admonishment sounded hollow to her own ears; he had waited because of her.&nbsp; In his desire to lessen the awkwardness of their contact for her, he was suffering even more than usual. <br><br>Still kneeling next to Devon, she sprinkled his chest and arms, and then shifted to move closer to his head.&nbsp; Looking down at the chalice, she heard an unfamiliar voice, slow and raspy, say, "Maya."&nbsp; Suddenly alert, her body stiff, she looked at Devon's face.&nbsp; His eyes stared back at her, only they weren't his eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Stunned, Maya fell back onto her bottom, scrambling away from him.&nbsp; Holy goddess!&nbsp; She heard the raspy voice say her name again, the words coming from Devon's mouth but the voice and words not his own.&nbsp; With fear and astonishment coloring her voice, Maya opened her mouth to speak.&nbsp; "Yes?" she asked, her voice wavering. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 17:58:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon struggled against its bonds, shieking a tea kettle scream when the holy water touched it. As Maya drew closer, its red pinpoint eyes focused on here. Its mouth and throat were lined with pointed teeth; its tongue was more than a foot long. It should have been incapable of human speech, but when it her name it was perfectly intelligible.<br><br>It kpet staring at her, body tensed against the shakles, as it spoke again. "Maya. You're a mortal. How are you holding me here?" It cocked it ridged skull to one side, studying her more closely. "You. You and yours trapped me and my siblings. Trapped us in flesh. Why?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 18:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still clutching the cup of holy water, Maya stared at the creature, wide-eyed with horror.&nbsp; Where had she messed up?&nbsp; It had never spoken to her before.&nbsp; She normally did the ritual with the holy water, and it would be subdued.&nbsp; Was this the result of allowing herself to have feelings for a man possessed by evil?&nbsp; She was a witch!&nbsp; She had known better than to let her heart get involved.&nbsp; <br><br>She forced her voice to be stronger even as her mind raced, trying to figure out a way to fix this.&nbsp; "You were trapped centuries ago by my ancestors.&nbsp; It was your punishment from the goddess for wreaking havoc on humanity," she said, parroting words from her lessons.&nbsp; "Evil must be contained, and the goddess gave my sisters and brothers the power and knowledge to subdue your evil urges."<br><br>She looked at the demon carefully.&nbsp; She had been seeing the form of it now for years.&nbsp; She had seen the tongue and the teeth, the bones lining the skull and the red eyes many times before, but still it managed to frighten her.&nbsp; "You've never spoken to me before.&nbsp; What has changed?&nbsp; How is it that you're talking to me?"&nbsp; She peered at its eyes as it stared back at her.&nbsp; "Devon...is he okay?" she asked in a whisper, praying to the god and the goddess for his safety. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 16:33:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon continued staring at Maya, and if it heard her questions it ignored them. "How are you doing this thing," it demanded. "Your magics are weak, tenuous things, tied to your life and the life around you. How can you keep one such as myself tapped? How, how, how!?" As the demon's questions became more and more insistent, it began rattling the chains; just more noise, adding to the cacophony that was filling the small room.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 04:37:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya felt angered when the demon didn't tell her that Devon was okay.&nbsp; It was an unusual emotion for her.&nbsp; Usually she was even-keeled, taught from childhood to control negative feelings through prayer and meditation.&nbsp; She raised her voice when she next addressed it.&nbsp; "I asked you if Devon was okay in there!"&nbsp; She felt frustrated that she couldn't ascertain his safety.<br><br>"We control you because you're weak, easy to control by mere mortals.&nbsp; What does it take to entrap you?&nbsp; A little bit of water and a circle drawn on the floor?&nbsp; We don't let you reign because we can."&nbsp; She thought that the demon's intent was to scare her, and she refused to cave.&nbsp; Her ire made her spew forth words that she normally never would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 20:19:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon fell inhumanly still, staring at Maya for a long moment. "Devon." It spoke the name slowly, like it was a word in a foreign language. "Is that what this body's name is?" Its eyes closed, but the witch could still see them twitching behind its eyelids. "You... you touched this body, didn't you? Enjoyed it? Do you still have feelings for this body?" The demon tensed its arms against the shackles again, but this time it didn't seem to be trying to rip them free. It rotated its wrists against the cuffs steadily, until blood started to well up and drip onto the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 20:48:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya stared in horror at the stream of blood.&nbsp; "Stop," she shouted at the demon.&nbsp; "Don't hurt him!"&nbsp; Her mind raced, but she couldn't think of a way to force him to stop, not without hurting Devon too.&nbsp; The puddle of blood got bigger as the demon twisted Devon's wrists, grinding them further into the shackles.&nbsp; She forced herself to control the tears that threatened to spill, realizing belatedly how much power she had given the demon when she shared her concern with it. "What do you want from me?"<br><br>Suddenly, Maya looked at what was already in her hands.&nbsp; The holy water would hurt the demon far more than it would hurt Devon, surely.&nbsp; He felt pain when it contacted his skin, but the demon was trying to do some serious harm to him; she needed to put a stop to it before...&nbsp; She wondered what would happen to the creature if it killed its host.&nbsp; That was something that the Order did not know the answer to.&nbsp; It was suspected that the demon was bound in some way from doing it, but what if they were wrong about that?&nbsp; Disturbed by the thought of something happening to Devon, she looked into the demon's eyes again, ready to pour the water on him if the abuse of her lover continued.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:44:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon stopped working its wrists against the shackles, but it kept the chains taunt. Its eyes moved up and down Maya's body, then drifted out to the warding circle. "My name," the demon said. "My true Name. It has to be out there, it's the only way you could keep me in here." The demon's gaze returned to the witch. "Find it. Say it."<br><br>It wasn't an idle request. Speaking a person or creature's Name created a link with them, however brief. When a being of magic like Maya or the demon was involved, though, things were more complicated. It would create a lasting connection, maybe let the demon reach out from the wards to touch her -- maybe even do it during the day.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:40:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya let out a barely audible breath of relief as the demon stopped digging the shackles further into Devon's wrists.&nbsp; Blood still flowed from the deep grooves, but at least further damage wasn't being done to his body at the same alarming pace.&nbsp; She wanted to go to him and staunch the trail of red liquid, and she tore a strip off of her white skirt and started to crawl forward. <br><br>But then the demon asked his name.&nbsp; She gasped loudly. She hadn't thought the creature would know the power that uttering his name would relinquish.&nbsp; Samael.&nbsp; The name bounced around in her mind; suddenly it was all she could think. But she dare not say it aloud.&nbsp; <br><br>It was written in an ancient tongue, long forgotten by society, in the wards that surrounded them.&nbsp; The letters were scattered, to powerful to be written together.&nbsp; She didn't make eye contact when she said, "I do not know your name, demon.&nbsp; Perhaps you do not have one."<br><br>She looked at Devon's wrists.&nbsp; She could not leave the cellar until sunrise for help or guidance, but Devon might bleed to death before then.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:20:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon smiled nastily. "'In the beginning was the Word," he reminded her. "In the first days of Creation, everything that is, was, or will be, was spoken and given a Name. I know. I was there. And I know my name is out there,"" he added, motioning to the warding circles with his head. "So find my Name and say it." It began grinding its wrists against the shackles again. "Or I'll kill this body."<br><br>The creature's tone turned contemplative. "I wonder would would happen if I kill my host before there was anywhere for me to go? Would I finally be free? Would I be trapped in this circle until its energies run out?" It smiled as a thought occurred to it. "Or maybe I'd remain in this body, even as it fell apart around me? Could I keep my host's soul locked in here with me, feeling the slow pains of death and decay?" The demon smiled wider, rotating its wrists faster, making the blood run down its arms all the thicker.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:07:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya's voice came out in a hoarse shout. "No!&nbsp; Stop hurting him."&nbsp; Tears welled in her eyes as she used her skirt to sop blood from Devon's wrists.&nbsp; &nbsp; She didn't know what to do now. The demon had her, and they both knew it. <br><br>She could defy it, and the creature would kill Devon. She could tell when she looked into it's eyes that it found the thought pleasurable;&nbsp; this was no bluff.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or she could say its name.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what the ramifications would be of giving the demon the information.&nbsp; She knew the consequences to her, personally, would be dire.&nbsp; She had been taught that by the elders in the council and her mother.&nbsp; They had always stressed that telling a demon its name would be detrimental, but had not been specific about the consequences.&nbsp; <br><br>Maya looked into the demon's eyes.&nbsp; She had to save Devon's life.&nbsp; She couldn't let him die, and put his very soul in peril.&nbsp; Wiping the tears from her face, Maya whispered, "Samael.&nbsp; Your name is Samael."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:11:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon took a deep breath as Maya said its Name, feeling the connection spring up between them in the blink of an eye. it reached out in a direction impossible to describe and plucked at the connection, smiling widely. It settled back, no longer rubbing against its restraints, and the flow of blood stopped almost at once. It looked at Maya, and for a moment its red pupils expanded until its eyes were all red. Still, even with that display the creature seemed more docile than it had a minute ago, when it had been threatening to bleed Devon to death.<br><br>"So," the demon said, its tone conversational, "What do you want to talk about, little witch?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 14:23:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya gaped at the demon.&nbsp; Now that it had gotten its way, it wanted to lay around and have a <em>conversation</em>?&nbsp; Did he expect a cup of coffee, too?&nbsp; All she wanted was for the thing to go away, and Devon to come back!&nbsp; She felt like she was out of her league; this was why her mother and the elders had thought to separate her from Devon.&nbsp; Her mother would never have let herself be put in this situation.&nbsp; She wouldn't have allowed herself to become distracted, giving the demon a chance to reach out to her, and even if had gotten to that point, she would have let Devon die before telling the creature its name.&nbsp; <br><br>She was about to tell the demon to go away, but stopped herself.&nbsp; That wouldn't be the best thing, would it?&nbsp; So little was known about them that if the demon wanted to get conversational with her, she should take advantage of that fact.&nbsp; Maybe she could learn some things to use to her advantage or to share with the council.&nbsp; "Let's talk about you, demon.&nbsp; Why did you wish yo know your name?&nbsp; And do you remember your history, or are you only able to remember your time within Devon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 19:11:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon snorted. "Didn't your elders and betters tell you about the vicious creature you were guarding?" It chuckled. "Maybe they didn't want to scare you. Didn't want you to have nightmares about what you have in your basement." Samael leaned forward suddenly, eyes intent on Maya's face. "Or maybe they weren't worried about fear. Maybe they were worried about temptation." Its body was completely, unnatural still as it talked to Maya; it didn't even seem to breath. "I've been controlling magic and powers since before your little Order existed. I could make you so much more than you are now, little witch."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 05:52:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya listened to the demon's taunting, wondering what its goal was in trying to anger her.&nbsp; She was already upset; maybe it enjoyed the negative emotion.&nbsp; The order were forever gathering intelligence on the creatures; frankly, not enough was known about the twelve demons who walked the Earth in their host bodies.&nbsp; <br><br>Then its demeanor changed.&nbsp; Rather than taunting her, it started to entice and coax.&nbsp; She wanted nothing from it, and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell the monster so.&nbsp; But then she realized that she should let it talk.&nbsp; The more they could learn about the demons, the better, and this could be an opportunity for her to redeem herself.&nbsp; And redemption she would need, she realized bitterly.&nbsp; For this error, becoming distracted and allowed the demon to contact her, and then telling it its name, were acts that were likely to get her banished from the order.&nbsp; And then Devon would have a different witch to perform to rituals with, and she'd never see him again.<br><br>"Tell me, Demon, what it is that you mean," she said in a strong, unwavering voice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 18:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I mean power," the demon said. "All sorts of power. Life creates it, and all you do is siphon off so very little for your magics. I could teach you to draw on all the power around you, until you blaze with it. I could teach you older magics, too." The demon started movie its body slowly, rolling its shoulders and rocking its hips, making sure Maya could see how strong the body it shared with Devon was, how hard and well-muscled. While it was purposefully distracting it, those red eyes flickered to the warding circle for a moment, then returned to watch her reaction. "Sex and blood is the oldest power there is. A few minor changes to the circle that binds me, and you could have pleasure and power before the night is over."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 21:50:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya watched Devon's body move in ways that were intended to entice her.&nbsp; She narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the demon's motives.&nbsp; She wanted to keep the thing talking, but not at the expense of empowering it further.&nbsp; She played along, biting down on her lip and looking over Devon's body.&nbsp; He really was gorgeous, she thought, and then blinked.&nbsp; She needed to focus!&nbsp; That was what probably got her into this mess in the first place.<br><br>"Describe the power.&nbsp; And tell me what changes should be made to the circle and why."&nbsp; She needed to sound like she was interested.&nbsp; And she was.&nbsp; In getting herself and Devon out of this alive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 20:28:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon's eyes lit up with some emotion -- anticipation of the act to come, maybe, or just the joy of corrupting a mortal. "Blood first," it told her. "Your blood, in the channel with the consecrated water. And the parts of the circle with my Name -- you must remove them and scribe in your own." The demon smiled, showing rows of shark-like teeth. "Unless you want me to gain all the power from the act, that is."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 21:11:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya watched Samael carefully, taking her time to process what the demon was telling her.&nbsp; She noticed that it never answered all of her questions, picking and choosing through them and responding only to what it desired.&nbsp; It seemed to think she was interested in gaining this power.&nbsp; She didn't even know what the power was; she certainly didn't want it!&nbsp; But now it had mentioned a new complication.&nbsp; It sounded as if the demon would become more powerful if she did replace its name with her own. <br><br>She tried to think of how to keep the demon talking. Finally, she decided to be direct. "I'm not changing the wards until I know more, Demon. Tell me of the power, and tell me what you gain by gifting it to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 01:26:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon gave a final roll of its shoulders and settled down again. "It's the dame power that you use now," it assured her, "just wilder and with no inhibitions or morals. The energy of sex is what creates life, after all. It doesn't need to worry about little things like right or wrong.<br><br>"As for why I'm doing it, well. You're my jailer. I should want to keep you happy, keep you on my side. If I can give you power, knowledge, than I should."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 01:54:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya stared at the demon long and hard.&nbsp; The benevolent act was good, but it was an act.&nbsp; Samael had another reason than pleasing her, of course.&nbsp; The real issue was, though, if it mattered.&nbsp; Not that she craved power; she had no need for what the creature offered.&nbsp; She only cared about Devon and gathering information to share with the Order.&nbsp; "And if I do this thing, Demon?&nbsp; If I erase your name and replace it with my own, I will gain power, but what will you gain?" she asked.&nbsp; <br><br>She did not believe that it would free the creature completely from Devon's body, but at the same time, she didn't know what all of the repurcussions would be. And then their was the consideration that if she left the demon's name in the circle, it was claiming that <em>it</em> would become stronger.&nbsp; She couldn't let that happen either.&nbsp; She knew that if her mother or anybody else in the Order had been faced with this, she would walk away and let Devon die, or die along with him.&nbsp; But Maya would not do that; she was not so selfless.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 23:21:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon was playing an old trick and it just needed to keep Maya wrong-footed so she wouldn’t recognize it. Give a mortal a little taste of power, then again and again, until they get to depend on that little extra boost. Then, when they really need it, you demand something. Not something big, something that seems inconsequential next to what the mortal needs at the time. And then you do it again, and a gain, until the mortal is willing to do anything on the say-so of a demon.<br><br>Until she was at that point, though, Samael needed to keep Maya from catching on, and the best way to do that was to play against type. “Why can’t I want to help you,” it asked. “You’re in control of my little world here. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, so why can’t we be friendly?” The demon neatly sidestepped the question of how erasing its name would affect the circle, and for good reason; right now the circle was designed to lock down Samael specifically, which made it almost inescapable from the inside. If the demon’s Name was removed, the wards would become more generalized. Gaps would appear, chinks in the metaphysical jailhouse wall, that the demon could exploit to force its freedom
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 22:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya sat for a moment, trying to think through what the demon wanted and what she felt she should do.&nbsp; She knew it wasn't being forthcoming with her.&nbsp; It was a demon, after all, and not exactly altruistic by nature.&nbsp; But she did believe it that leaving its name in the warding circle would give it power, and she couldn't have that either.&nbsp; Before that night, the demon had always been held at bay by the wards, but somehow, they had failed.&nbsp; And now, it seemed the rules were different than what she'd been taught by the order.<br><br>She thought briefly about replacing the demon's name with Devon's rather than her own, but she realized immediately after having the idea that it was a bad one.&nbsp; Since Samael occupied Devon's body, by empowering him, she would most likely just be empowering the demon itself.&nbsp; Finally, she nodded.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; I'll replace your name with my own."&nbsp; She went to all the places in the circle and wiped the demon's name.&nbsp; She didn't have chalk, and so she used the only thing available to her to write in her own name:&nbsp; Devon's blood that had spilled onto the cement floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 21:55:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon watched Maya erase its name and fill in her own, and tried not to laugh aloud; she already belonged to it, she just didn't know it yet. It had to be careful in how it handled the next few minutes, but as long as it didn't make any major mistakes it would soon have its own pet witch. And then what fun could be had.<br><br>Maya finished daubing her name in the circle and Samael craned its neck to see better. "Good, good. Now, your blood in the water trench," it reminded her. "Blood for life, your blood to tie it to you. And after all that work, we can have some fun."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 00:28:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya looked at the demon, surprised it knew about the blood in the trench.&nbsp; She knew that was part of the ritual, though, and it had been around for a lot longer than she had.&nbsp; She wondered if she should resist its request, but then decided against it.&nbsp; She's already put her name in the wards, so at this point, what was going to happen would happen regardless of the completion of the rites.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked around for something to poke herself with; she only needed a drop of her own blood for this.&nbsp; She didn't see anything that could be used within the circle, and could not leave it yet, so she used the same thing the demon had to hurt Devon.&nbsp; She moved her wrist close to his, slashing it across the shackle as hard as she could.&nbsp; Immediately, she cried out in pain and looked at her hand.&nbsp; There was a deep scratch, and although blood wasn't free-flowing from it, there were enough droplets for her to dip her hand into the trench and let her blood mix with the holy water and Devon's blood.<br><br>She felt a light burning sensation, and she shook her head.&nbsp; It was just the pain from the wound being dipped in water, she told herself, and not because she'd touched holy water.&nbsp; Except that the burning had been all over her hand, not just where the scrape was.&nbsp; She pushed the thought aside, frightened by it, and looked at Samael.&nbsp; "What next?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 23:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon felt Maya's blood mixing with the holy water, felt another barrier between itself and the rest of the world evaporate. When the witch asked for the next step Samael was already grinning widely, so the creature just settled back on its haunches and relaxed as much as it could while still shackles. Its red eyes closed for a moment and even in the loose <em>gi</em>, Maya could see its erection growing, tenting its pants.<br><br>When it opened its eyes they were focused on Maya's. "Now comes whatever you want," it told her. "Whatever fantasies you've had, whatever memories you want to relive. The rest of the night, little witch, is for your pleasure -- and, at the end, of it all, power."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Temptation Bound (Raveled &amp; Elina)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elina</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 17:06:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maya bit down on her lip as she looked at Devon's erection through his loose pants, the sight familiar.&nbsp; Immediately, she felt a flood of wetness between her legs.&nbsp; Something about Devon had always been arousing to her; maybe it was the quiet strength?&nbsp; Except that this wasn't Devon, was it?&nbsp; If she had sex right now, it wouldn't be with the man she had found herself loving, it would be with a demon, the very creature she'd been raised to protect the world against.&nbsp; She forced herself to look at the demon's face, hideous with its rows of teeth and frightening eyes.&nbsp; She didn't allow herself to look at Devon's body, instead looking at the face of the monster.&nbsp; She baldly lied to it, saying, "I have no fantasies I wish to experience.&nbsp; Tell me more instead."<br><br>"Do you know what changed?" she asked.&nbsp; "All this time, we've never had direct contact, and now all of a sudden, you're talking to me and in control of Devon's body."&nbsp; She winced as another thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; "Is Devon still in there?&nbsp; Or do you have complete control of his body now?&nbsp; I'd like to know if he's okay."
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>