Beauty & The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted & Belladonna1)
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				Title: <strong>Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 07:51:53</strong>
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				Sasha wandered through the darkening forest, headed for the castle of the elusive and wealthy Xain- the ruling Lord of the small village she'd grown up in.&nbsp; He was also her last hope in the desperate search for a cure for her father's deadly and mysterious illness as it was rumored that the Lord was also a very powerful sorcerer. The best healers in the village had been unable to help him despite their best and most valiant efforts, claiming they'd never even seen such an illness before.&nbsp; That's when she got the idea to beg upon the mercy of Lord Xain for help because if not, her father would surely die. <br><br>That distressing thought made her quicken her pace as she passed by a large, knarled oak tree that looked hauntingly evil in the fading sunlight.&nbsp; The sudden feral roar of an animal in the distance, only enhanced her anxiety and she began to run as panic threatened to consume her. <br>&nbsp; She didn't know how long she'd been running when a cramp in her side forced her to stop by a swift moving stream. She dropped to her knees and pulled her long auburn colored hair away from her face and scooped up a handful of water and drank it down greedily. After quenching her thirst, she stood up and gasped in surprise at the sight before her. <br><br>The Lord's castle stood just over a small hill in front of her. &nbsp;"There it is !" she said outloud. The sky was quickly fading to dark, and she was all too anxious to get indoors and out of the wild night.&nbsp; It didn't take her long to cross over the hill and make her way to the massive wooden doors of the dark and foreboding looking castle where she hesitantly knocked and waited for someone to answer..... &nbsp;"Hello? Is anyone there..?" she spoke as loudly as she could, hoping that she hadn't made it all that way only to find nobody home.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  (Sub) Beauty &amp; The (Dom) Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 22:46:31</strong>
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				Something in the night that slowly crept through the land, its eyes glowing lightly as it watched the young woman. It might have found her beautiful had it had the human intent that once crawled in a mind human, yet now also feral with the forest it guarded. It gave no howl, though those liked him would in the distance as they killed a stag, blood filling the air to only sensitive nose. Furr rose in hackles as something moved towards the woman, a shade black as night, as she drank from the stream. <br><br>Before it got to her, and she seen it, he jumped to tackle it back into the brush,&nbsp; killing the shade and feasting, his job done. She was close, and the monsters quelled for now, those twisted things of the Lords old fight to take the land. And through eyes of the wolfman, the Sorcerer would narrow. What did she want, and alone in such a dangerous place. He had warned them many times, not to seek him here. Nor to come at all, even to bring the tithe he asked for. Did they not learn from their last mistake so many years ago. She was a kid then, by what he could tell. He sighed, as he sat back in his throne, his hand summoning a maid. " Go, and bring her in, now. Beofre the light fades to much, or she will die. And such curiousity does grip me." He ordered one of the many women, and girls, younger then the woman whom came. <br><br>The maid, Eristia, someone she might remember as an aunt, would open the door. Her eyes seeming void of recognition, or familiarity. " Come in, and follow me." She turned, not even waiting to see her follow. Leadning&nbsp; through the stone hallways, the walls lined with paintings, stuffed creatures, tapestries of lands unknown, and furnishings abound. The large room and adjacent hallway, would open up into the audience room. Where he sat, older, yet handsome in his way, beard medium, face flawless as if ageless.&nbsp; His eyes soft ambers, the pupils like time captured dragons. His gaze fell upon her as he would narrow those eyes. " You are tresspassing."
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				Title: <strong>Re:  (Sub) Beauty &amp; The (Dom) Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 07:30:48</strong>
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				<br><br>&nbsp; Surprise and disbelief rendered Sasha speechless as she met the empty stare of an aunt she'd thought long ago lost to her family.&nbsp; Although, it was possible she was mistaken, afterall it had been atleast 10 years or more since she'd last seen her father's half sister but the family resemblence was uncanny.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Aunt Eristia?" Sasha said to the woman as she entered behind her.&nbsp; The woman's lack of response startled her and made her doubt her identity afterall.&nbsp; Her attention however, was quickly averted as she noticed her surroundings.&nbsp; The only lighting came from sparsely placed candles that hung on the walls highlghting eery looking animal heads whose eyes seemed to watch her as she passed by, making her feel increasingly uneasy.&nbsp; It was at that point in which she briefly entertained the idea of turning right back around and running far, far away from the haunting castle that seemed all too unwelcoming.&nbsp; Then, as fear threatened to overwhelm her, she took a deep breath and reminded herself of why she was here, <em>You've come this far, Sasha! Don't back down now..not with papa's life on the line! Be brave! </em> she thought to herself as she steadied herself on her feet. <br><br>&nbsp; The woman silently led her into a grand room that was richly decorated.&nbsp; Gold and black tapestries hung from the textured walls along with the finest silk draperies from every window.&nbsp; And there, in the center of the room <em>he sat</em>, in what looked like a throne fit for a king.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" You are tresspassing." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> The deep timbre of his voice seemed to echo off the walls around her as she walked to stand before him despite the way her knees felt as if they'd give out any moment.&nbsp; Suddenly remembering protocol, she curtsied as elegantly as was possible in the long skirts of her plain, peasant dress, keeping her sapphire blue eyes averted from his gaze.&nbsp; Finally, she released the breath she hadn't even been aware she'd been holding as she straightened and held her hands nervously behind her back.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; " Forgive me for the intrusion my Lord,&nbsp; I apologize sincerely however, you're my last hope. I assure you it is of a life or death situation that has brought me here to...to beg of your help." &nbsp;She fought against the welling of tears but her emotions were too frayed to effectively stop them. She lowered her head and stared at her feet in an attempt to hide the fact that she was crying, quickly wiping away the teardrops as she waited for his reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re:  (Sub) Beauty &amp; The (Dom) Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 23:40:06</strong>
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				The man sat there, his expression did not change one bit, though inwardly he would spot something missed before. The uncanny resemblence of the Maid and the girl that stood before him. He smiled, and it showed outwardly as lips softly curbed. This place was spacious, a true audience hall that had been redone, for if one looked around they would not many things. Including half of the staff, Maids dressed the part. Creatures dotting the shadows, though they seemed no more then statues. Though their eyes shimmered in the light of the candles, torches, and a large hearth lit with a blue fire, obviously magical. Above her, lights, well magical lit balls shimmered on the ceiling like stars, and in truth it held the various constellations outside in the sky, now heavily dark. <br><br>He would release something on Eristia and she would seem to look at the woman. " Sahsa? You have grown, it thats you." &nbsp;She spoke softly, then looked to Xain, and would grow silent, her eyes lowered to the floor. " Sorry Master, I...." He would see her and smile lightly, he only had kept her locked in her mind incase she warned this woman away. Curiousity was now even further abound. He waved his hand as if shrugging it off. " No continue to talk, I seen a resemblence aswell. You have done well these years. So" He would nod, and look to Sasha. But he would speak before she did. " Matter of Life and Death, What is this about? That you would dare bring yourself through my forest and to this place I forbid any to come."<br><br>He would watch her, noting she was bautiful, and sad, her eyes wet with crying. Had he the heart to care he might just rush to hold her. But he did not, his eyes held no softness, though desire and lust would be birthed in them. Her breasts looked upon, when she had curtsied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 07:22:21</strong>
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				Sasha nervously twisted a locke of her chestnut colored hair that had slipped free from behind her small, almost elfin like ears- a habit she'd developed when she was a child any time she became overly anxious and traded curious glances between her aunt and her Lord.&nbsp; And yet despite her longing to question the woman who had suddenly recognized her, it clearly was not the time to do so.&nbsp; <br>So, with a brave face,&nbsp; she cleared her throat and began to speak. She started at the beginning about her father's illness and all that had been done in attempts to help him, even telling him of her mother's death and how heartbroken her father had been ever since. Sasha was amazed at how calm she remained, at how well she kept her composure throughout the telling of her desperate plight.&nbsp; Finally, she got to the hardest part, where she had to ask..to beg for his help to save her father's life from the mysterious illness that was slowly destroying him. <br><br>&nbsp; Afterwards, there was total and complete silence. She choked on a sob as she briefly thought he hadn't been listening despite the way his intense gaze never strayed from her face.&nbsp; The tension in the cavernous room became nearly palpable as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, another nervous habit, as she waited with bated breath for his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 09:46:23</strong>
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				Through her tale of her fathers illness, the lord sat there his hands arched before him like one deep in thought as he did not let his face show nothing. In truth it was a plight many would bring if they thought of him as someone whom might help. But it was her courage in coming that intrigued him. He let nothing in his face show how he was going to decide on what his thoughts were. Nor how he would reply to her, but in truth he did know her mom, had spared her from coming because of her young husband courage in the war. But that was the only thing he owed the man, now why would he heal him? This was something he would wonder. <br><br>Xain finally would look straight to Sasha, and those eyes swept her body, every curve would be taken in and noted. She was beautiful, more so then many of those in that village. A thought crossed his mind, but would this innocent Beauty, make the deal with the Beast lord? He removed those teepled fingers from his lips, and took a breath. As if about to speak, then nothing was said. He waited awhile building her anticipation and crushing it if she truely felt it. Healing, it was an art he least knew, but he could easily do so. <br><br>" Your Fathers Illness will be hard to heal." He spoke, finally shifting in his throne, to the side, lifting his leg to cross it over the other. Watching her in her worried wait was so fun, playing with her emotions. A game he well enjoyed. But more, was for her part in this. " Those foolish idiots were doing no more then easing pain. But I will heal him, perhaps." His fingers thrummed on his leg. " But it will as I said take time." Finally something hit his facial features, a smile, but no real one, but something monsterous as those beings outside. " I however do not work for free."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 07:19:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sasha stood so still, as if she was frozen in place, her eyes locked hypnotically with the Lord's mesmorizing stare.&nbsp; He was quite handsome, a fact that somewhat surprised her as an unfamiliar tingle of arousal skated down her spine causing her face to heat with a rose colored blush. <em>What was wrong with her? </em> she thought as she suddenly turned her gaze away, focusing instead on her tightly clasped hands.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;" Of course, My Lord...." she said quietly.&nbsp; Her heart squeezed painfully tight in her chest as her hope began to falter.&nbsp; The land her father owned was barely producing enough to keep food on the table and to pay their portion of the Lord's tithe.&nbsp; She knew there was no way she could possibly come up with anything more in which to pay him with.&nbsp; &nbsp;" But, I'm afraid that I have nothing to offer you for payment....." she said, her chin trembling with her effort not to cry again. <em> Hope was such a cruel emotion</em>,&nbsp; she realized as her shoulders drooped defeatedly.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; But Sasha just couldn't accept defeat- no matter the cost to herself <em>or her pride</em>.&nbsp; Deciding that she had nothing more to lose, she tilted her chin up proudly and looked him directly in the eye, " F...forgive me My Lord but I am at your mercy and while I have nothing of value to offer you for your services, I am willing to be indebted to you for as long as you wish.....just please, <em>please</em> help my father." <br><br>*( I changed the last part !)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 21:52:23</strong>
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				Those eyes of this lord were cold, but also well lit with the intellegence that came from his profession and gained through pacts with other beings. He looked to her, and smiled lightly as he seen her blush rise. His eyes wandering her form, taking in every inch of her body. He wanted her, so very much so.<br><br>Listening to her words on not having anything in payment he would again take a breath. Many would not have the payment for anything they asked for, and it seemed her family more due to lack of members. Her alone now, that her father had become so ill. Her actions caused him to flicker his eyes to hers. She was stronger then this, surely then to let hope be so easily qualled and stomped upon. " Nothing as payment dear Sasha. Surely you do know better then that...."<br><br>A smile turned upon his lips as he listened to something she brought up, the exact thing he had been about to bring up. But there was to be some fun involved for him, always for his pleasures did he do anything. His hands tapped his knee softly as he looked to her. " Brave words Dear one. Lets us hope you mean to keep them. I will heal your father, it will take 6 months in total." He took a breath looking to her, his eyes full of lust and desire. " Until he is fully healed. You are mine to do with as i please, to stay here with me. Only to leave when your services are over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 08:01:17</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sasha could hardly believe it!&nbsp; <em>He would help her father!? </em> A sense of joyful exuberance rolled it's way through her slender body, curving the edges of her mouth into a smile that was born of such overwhelming relief, there's no way she could have kept it hidden.&nbsp; The truth was,&nbsp; she would have agreed to anything short of her own torture or death, in order to secure his powerful healing magic for her beloved father.&nbsp; <em>What he had demanded from her sounded easy enough!</em> she thought to herself prematurely.<br><br>&nbsp; Growing up in less than desireable circumstances such as she had, Sasha had adopted certain behaviors in order to lessen her father's burden and stress that went along with raising a child alone.&nbsp; Her manners were exceptional, and she never misbehaved or got into any trouble either at home or elsewhere.&nbsp; She obeyed her father as well as every other adult she came into contact with and was known as a sweet tempered and respectable girl. However, she <em>was not perfect.</em>&nbsp; The one and only complaint in which her father had repeatedly lectured her about was her rather impetuous nature.&nbsp; She had an impulsiveness that her father claimed "drove him to drink",&nbsp; where such reckless acts as hugging strangers was often a common occurence.&nbsp; And yet to her, it was simply her way of expressing strong emotions and pleasant feelings.<br><br>&nbsp; And so, after hearing the powerful Lord agree to heal her father, she didn't think twice before she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly in a hug full of her appreciation and devotion.&nbsp; Her emotions had no bounds and it wasn't until a few precious moments later that she became aware of the eery silence that filled the once spirited room.&nbsp; Slowly, she unentangled herself from around his much taller frame and with her head focused down at the ground, she gingerly stepped back away from him. When she finally found the nerve to raise her gaze again to meet his, she immediately began to apologize, &nbsp;" P...please forgive me, My Lord" she said with a shaky voice.&nbsp; &nbsp;" for taking such intimate liberties...I....it will not happen again I promise!"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 05:34:31</strong>
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				Xion seemed to smile as she agreed to his terms, perhaps she had no idea what he meant by it. But he was not one to let her into all it would entail until the job was started in this healing, and he would open his eyes wide to the hug that caught him by suprise. None did that to him, nor had they in so very long. It was not he did not like the comfortable feel of a body against his, it was just the way he had been over the years. Useing these women around them for sexual desires, when he cared to. His life was magic, and this was definatly not his forte, healing. But he would, she agreed and he planned to have her until the six months were up. Maybe after, as his personal little pet. Time would tell. <br><br>He looked to her as she again took her spot before him His eyes would narrow as sparks seemed to crackle within them. " Forgivness is your child, but do not be so hasty in promising that. Perhaps I like the feel of your hugs." He spoke softly, as if smoothly in a younger like voice. He did enjoy the hug, but in a different way then intended. " Come, and sit on my lap Sasha. So I can port us to your father." He smiled wickedly. " I need to touch you so you are not lost in the rift.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 08:09:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Come, and sit on my lap Sasha. So I can port us to your father." He smiled wickedly. " I need to touch you so you are not lost in the rift."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;She was still quite startled by his response to her impulsive behavior that it took her a moment to snap out of her self imposed daze in which she stood and stared intently at his much too handsome face.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Oh....um, yes...yes, of course" she said sheepishly.&nbsp; Slowly, she forced her legs to move by putting one small foot in front of the other until she stood just inches from him.&nbsp; He seemed to sense her shyness and helped her into his lap where she innocently wiggled her firm bottom against his groin trying to get comfortable there.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Sasha had absolutely no idea what to expect as she closed her blue eyes and took a deep breath while her heart skipped a beat in anticipation.&nbsp; Then, in a sudden flash of dizzying motion,&nbsp; she felt herself propelled through space and time as darkness blanketed her vision completely.&nbsp; Yet,&nbsp; right when she gathered the strength to open her mouth and scream- it stopped. <br><br>&nbsp; Sasha opened her eyes and gasped as she looked around her father's very bedroom!&nbsp; Turning her head just slightly to her right, almost as if afraid of what she'd find, she saw the Lord standing beside her, gazing down on her father's paltry form on a small bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Father!" Sasha whispered and went directly to his side.&nbsp; He appeared to be in a deep sleep, so much so that for a moment she feared she was too late.&nbsp; But when he barely gripped her hand in return, she breathed a deep sigh of relief. &nbsp;"Sashhh.." the sickly man tried to speak but she instantly shushed him.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Sshhh, father save your energy.&nbsp; I have brought help for you, do not worry you'll be just fine very, very soon"&nbsp; With that said,&nbsp; she turned to Xion with a look of expectancy as she moved away and made way for him to approach in her stead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 07:54:29</strong>
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				Xion moaned into her ear as she moved that nice firm ass on his bulge. He could not help but it to throb and be hard with her so close like this. Her actions making his mind more into this situatiom. Yes, he would have her for his for six months, and in that time he would make her beg for more of him. Power, was his in this matter like in his life. His moan stopped as he was soon standing beside the bed of her father. He noted the mans illness looked familier, perhaps a remnence of the sickness that once plagued this land with the old master in control. Before he washed it away and the monster that had ruled this region. So he knew he could do the trick, it would however as he said, take time. This was no easy raise hand and removed it. He was no cleric with gods power. Simply a archmage with the aid of dieties most those evil and would love to kill then to help a sick man. <br><br>But he remembered their deal, she was his soon, and for that reason her smiled to the old man and moved Sasha back from her fathers side. " Talk to him, but not come close. Especially into the ring of the magic I am about to inact to star the cleansing." He will relax soon enough as I take his pain into myself. It is part of the process I need to do. " He directed her to a spot away from the ring he made around the mans bed and the man. Ten feet in each part of the diameter. " And remember your words. Well, I expect no, fighting my commands in this or when we return to...Our home." He spoke with a soft smile, that quickly looked sinister like a fox in a hen house. As darkness fell over the room but the glowing lines of magical sand. He placed the lines more into a pentagram, and then further in the middle of the fathers chest into a hexagonal shape. " Do not move my freind, I will start the healing, rest." He spoke before planting his hand on the chest, and pulling forth the pain of the man, feeding it in himself, and then through himself into the cursed barrier around them. " Come Azrashi, I call upon the Malice you hold, the Hunger of Greed, and take the pain of this man and heal his body of the plagued sprick that fills him."<br><br>A wall of wavering enrgy seemed to rise from the circle before her. Like someone seeing the heat rise from the ground. Green sicky shape would come forth from within the hexagon and rise around them like a serpant, and then crash against the circles energies as if seeking freedom. This thing looked at Sasha and smiled, trying to get out and have her. " Here spirit, heal the man, or I will summon your&nbsp; boss to kill your worthless hide. She is mine." It slunk down and nodded, its teeth sinking itnto her father lightly, as it feed on the dark sickness and drained it from him, then disappeared, leaving the teeth marks....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 07:13:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sasha watched in stunned silence, her mouth open in shock as Xion performed his magical healing ritual.&nbsp; Truthfully, she was terribly frightened by the sights and sounds that emanated from his outstretched hands and wondered briefly if she'd made a horrible mistake.&nbsp; <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Come Azrashi, I call upon the Malice you hold, the Hunger of Greed, and take the pain of this man and heal his body of the plagued sprick that fills him."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Sasha gasped aloud, unable to refrain but quickly enough putting her hand over her mouth to cover her cry of disbelief as a phantom-like shape formed over her father.&nbsp; Then, it directed it's green ghoulish gaze directly at her, making her tremble in terror.&nbsp; However, Xion thankfully called it's attention back away from her- and she was immensely grateful. Although her fear did not abate when it refocused on her beloved father, and she had to struggle with herself NOT to scream out at it to leave him alone.&nbsp; Finally, she had to turn her head away from the sight of the creature that was made of fog as it sank it's teeth into her fathers sickly flesh.<br><br>&nbsp; Moments later, the sound seemed to get sucked from the room and she could feel the entity's withdrawl.&nbsp; Yet, afraid of what she would find, she was thusly hesitant to turn back around.&nbsp; Her knees trembled and she feared she'd buckle beneath her own weight as she stared, wide eyed at the plain wall before her......<br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 11:03:28</strong>
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				Xion would watch as everything started to return to normal, well almost everything, there was the pain. He had leeched it from the man in the bed, and there had been a fair amount, and he was no young man, nor did the power he hold keep everything from acting on him. Things still hit him hard and there was the very deal with the creatures he summoned aswell. Everything held a price, something he had learned in a young age of his training. Even when he studied with the master mage he once apprenticed to. The man was of light, and Xion now evil, had learned much more then the man, but the cost, heavy had it been. He would never age, grow sick, but the price of magic did hit hard for sometimes that price was energy and blood. Either his or anothers. For this, it had been his, aswell as the beings love for the sickness the Father had given in this healing. Soon he would have to return, to again do this, but for now....<br><br>If she looked, or when as the case might be either way. She would find her father as he had been in his youth, a nice healthy glow to his elderly form. But perhaps lightly younger aswell, lines gone from the man and sickness look gone fully. Though saying something of Xions look would be different. He was still strong and his age trapped as it had been on the day he made the pact for life eternal. But there was pain in his eyes, and in his form. He would have felt the pain explode in him, and more now he was tired. So tired, but he put on what front he could with her. He would brace her, had seen her seem to go weak legged. <br><br><br>His hand would go to her shoulder, and he would softly help her, bracing her with his other strong hand on her waist, as he turned her arond, unless she had. He would guide her to her Father. " He sleeps well now, without pain and sickness. Soon he will be up and around, needing to eat as if he went months without. If he dares drink again, his body will speak otherwise. I had to heal his liver, something extra. But he will need treatments. And when i come, you may aswell. But from now on, till 6 months are over, you are with me now. And I expect full obeying of my words anf rules. Or I will punish you. And the more punishments, well, I might not find time to heal him fully." He spoke, he doubled over as a cough rocked through him, the pain soared high within&nbsp; him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 06:35:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sasha was just seconds away from throwing her arms around him, again, when he started to cough and was doubled over in obvious pain.&nbsp; So instead of a hug of gratitude, she carefully put her arm around him in comfort, &nbsp;" Are...are you o.k.?"&nbsp; But before he could answer her,&nbsp; his words from earlier came fluttering back through her memory:<br><em> as I take his pain into myself. It is part of the process I need to do</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;" Oh no, you're NOT o.k., are you?" she said with worry heavy in her sweet voice.&nbsp; She stole a furtive glance back at her father as he slept so peacefully and while a huge part of her was so relieved, there was another part that ached with guilt that now Xion was suffering.&nbsp; Convinced that, atleast for now, her father was fine and safe she focused her attention on Xion.&nbsp; &nbsp;" How...how can I help you?&nbsp; What can I do?" she asked him as she rubbed his back lightly in small circles. Because he was so much taller than her, his bent over position put him closer to her height and so it was much easier for her to reach him, to touch him.&nbsp; And yet, despite that fact, she still didn't know what it was she could do to soothe him as he continued to cough. &nbsp;" Can you flash us out of here...back to your..err, our home?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 07:25:24</strong>
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				Xion looked to Sasha and would then cough lightly, his head away so he did not cough on her. She was close, and her arms on him somehow felt right, like her hugs she had given him earlier. His eyes would go to hers, searching them if this was sincere, for he knew many in this prediciment would not be. And yet, she was different from any woman he had met before. So, who and how was he to judge. But it looked very concerned, her eyes, they shone with flashes of life. Drawing him into them, and making him speechless for the moment as his body sagged alittle more in pain. " No...no I am not. Help? yes, that you can do. Keep close to me, it helps." He held no evil smile, nor try to act inncoent. <br><br>He enjoyed her closness and her actions, so kept her close with an arm around her waist. Her touch made him yearn for her, even through the pain. He wanted to experience her touches, all of the kinds. Even slaps if she was angry with him. Such thoughts ran in his mind, but pushed back as his eyes went to hers as she changed his house to hers. Yes, the deal....he looked to her, and smiled lightly. " I will flash us home soon. Write your feelings thoughts to your father, he will read them and know your ok when he wakes. Right now hes just sleeping off the energy we both used to heal him. I will let you know now, right now, he&nbsp; will be watched. If you fail your end, or he gets bad I can come. But the treatments you can come and talk, I will allow it." He spoke softly, his lip red, from blood. &nbsp;" Write and I will, start the process in this state, I can not do it as fast." He began the magic, his hands releasing visible energy that danced and lit the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 09:57:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sasha merely nodded her head at his directive and quickly found some parchment in which she neatly penned her father a short, sincere note telling him that she was indeed o.k. and that she would see him very soon.&nbsp; She told him not to worry although deep in her heart and mind, she knew it was likely that he wouldn't.&nbsp; She feared that now that his health&nbsp; would be much improved, he'd be tempted to return to the careless behavior that got him into&nbsp; trouble in the first place.<br><br>&nbsp; With a sigh and a final look at her father, Sasha slowly walked to Xion who despite his condition looked just as powerful and indestructable as ever as he gathered the pulsing power around him that would transport them away.&nbsp; She approached him carefully, placing her arm through his and closing her eyes tight.&nbsp; &nbsp;" O.K., I'm ready" she said in a voice that trembled with anxiety.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>11-05-2010, 03:27:01</strong>
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				Xion looked to Sasha as she wrote, the big part was done, gathering the energies needed for the spell, he did not use aides like many did. No powders, eyes, junk like the weaker spellcasters needed. No, he used the forces of nature, the weave that was Magika, and some little help from a pissed off looking Imp back in the castle. He laughed, at the thought, causing him to smiled for once as his pain eased lightly. He knew nothing about what her father would do. Only he would be pissed if the man hurt her after such a.....sacrifice. She sacrificed everything, weither she knew it or not. For she had promised him her company, and soon she would learn what he expected.<br><br>&nbsp;Feeling her tremble in his hold, he would wrap her in his arms, and then look to her. He sensed her anxiety, and peraps the scared of the unknown. He would not be some romantic man. Did not believe he had it in him. But he would be strong, and show her what her duties were now. SO he transported them again, this time less disoreientation. Also, as they crossed through to his Castle, thier home for next six months. He held her in a hug, and leaned down, his lips locking with hers, until they appeared in the throne room. Lacking the maids this time. They went to work. " Sasha, come, sit in my lap, and tell me about you." He lead to the throne and sat, patting his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 01:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">" Sasha, come, sit in my lap, and tell me about you." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Sasha was suddenly and completely at a loss for words.&nbsp; The lingering sensations of his lips on hers still tingled with awareness as her hand came up absentmindedly and stroked over her mouth in wonder.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;She'd <em>never</em> been kissed before.&nbsp; Never, even by her father in that chaste, and innocent way father's usually kissed their children.&nbsp; And if she'd ever been kissed by her mother she had no memory of it.&nbsp; However, the kiss Xion had given her felt nothing remotely close to what she'd imagine a parental kiss would feel like.&nbsp; It made her think of wild things, <em>naughty things</em> that only a man and woman who were not related by blood might feel towards each other.&nbsp; Although just <em>what those&nbsp; kinds of things were exactly...or entailed..she had no clue</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she had a sneaking suspicion that he most certainly did.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; So very slowly, Sasha made her way towards his throne where he sat looking larger than life, patting his lap in indication of where he wanted her to sit.&nbsp; Her belly was twisted in knots as she held her hands tightly entertwined behind her back as she carefully made her way up the steps.&nbsp; When she got to the top of the dais she swept a stray strand of her chestnut colored hair away from her eyes, demurely tucking it behind her ear before using both her hands on his legs to hoist herself into his lap. <br><br>&nbsp; Once there, she could do nothing other than to gaze around at the view of the expansive room in which being so high up afforded her.&nbsp; It was so very different than the lifestyle she'd grown up in and she suddenly felt very out of place- insignificant almost.&nbsp; Unsure of what to say, she looked deeply into his obsidian eyes and once again felt the mesmorizing effect he'd had on her since the very beginning. &nbsp;" Th...there isnt much to tell, I'm afraid.&nbsp; Other than what I have already told you, My lord"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>13-05-2010, 02:35:42</strong>
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				His kiss seemed to have done its work, for she looked more then alittle speechless, and the way she looked so innocent it made him warm inside. Both ways, a hotness of lust, and one of warmth rare to him these days. Sasha was sexy, so very much so in body and mind. For it was this he found so wanting. <br><br>So as she approached, he would smile, and move hands from his legs for her to take a seat. Watining for her to make her way, he would not rush her, would not pull her. Though helping her, hands on waist, that he did with a smile to her. So soft did her hair look, that he would nearly stroke it as he sat there with her bottom on his lap now. So comfortable and sexy was this position, that his cock in his tight pants hardened. <br><br>As she looked around he waited patiently for her words in reply. His hands resting just under her breasts. Those firm breasts tempting his hands, wanting to feel her. In the room was his magic circle he used, tapestries of this lands past, some heads of various animals and creatures she might not know. And all a soft light in a blue lighting it beside the light from the torches. Also, the room to his bedroom was visible, a door open, reveiling a big bed with furrs and blankets. He was a man of tastes, even if somewhat darker then she was used to. No maids were here, her aunt back to work in the kitchen, her food aroma difting in. A specialty he had claimed her for. <br><br>" I see, well that is....Surely you haave freinds, likes of your own? But I will not push you on this. I am sure by now you know I am not all the hard dead man rumors speak of. But I will not be so forgiving on you breaking the rules. You are free to roam OUR home, and the gardens outside. But beyond the wall, and locked doors inside, are off limits. Also , you will sleep in my bed..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 07:54:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> I see, well that is....Surely you haave freinds, likes of your own? But I will not push you on this. I am sure by now you know I am not all the hard dead man rumors speak of. But I will not be so forgiving on you breaking the rules. You are free to roam OUR home, and the gardens outside. But beyond the wall, and locked doors inside, are off limits. Also , you will sleep in my bed..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;It became increasingly hard to think..much less speak with the feel of his big, powerful hands so close to her small but firm round breasts.&nbsp; Yet, Sasha was not a woman without manners and certainly did not want him to think poorly of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;" Of course, my lord....whatever you command of me, I shall do my best to obey."&nbsp; It had been such a long and exhausting night and had it not been for the sudden growling of her stomach, which instantly made her blush, to remind her that she hadn't eaten in quite a while- she could have easily fallen asleep right there in his lap.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;It was at that very moment that she became aware of the enticing aroma of something wonderful cooking wafting into the room, making her mouth water.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her head naturally turned and looked around the room trying to locate the source. The motion,&nbsp; she noticed belatedly, had her bottom pressing erotically against the massive buldge beneath his pants. " Mmmm, something smells delicious!" she said.&nbsp; &nbsp;And yet, even the thought of filling her hungry belly couldn't completely quell her nervousness regarding his statement about her sleeping in his bed.........&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>14-05-2010, 09:12:29</strong>
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				Xion would watch her, and smiled, as he felt her relax in his hold. Something about this was just so right, her form in his lap, and more, the comfort she felt. When all other women, had just shivered like he was some monster. She seemed so calm and strong, that Xion, had he not been burned in life, and secluded for so long on his own, his own fault and care not to hold others close. He knew aswell as many his age, that life took things away, weither death, disease, and other peoples faults. And he would not allow this pain to be his. But for a moment, his heart melted to her like this. And so comfy at that. He smiled as he looked to her, his one hand just beside her firm breast. Gods how he wanted to rip the fabric away and knead those firm mounds. " Good Sasha, that will be good, and a way to keep your lord happy." He kissed her cheek when she softly blushes. It was dinnertime, and the food so good smelling. <br><br>" Yes, your Aunt, would be the smell...well her cooking. Though I admit without her here I would be eating scraps with what the others can try. You may soon talk to her. She eats with me and before the others. They have chances to change this by asking her help. But cant teach a turtle to dance with a gohper." Strange saying, but his mother often used it to explain her marriage to his dad. One he laughed at with her, for his dad did dance like a turtle on its back. He moaned though, in her ear. Her rear on his cock, made it harder, and lengthen to pull jeans tight. Gods, that soft ass was tempting. " Yeah bed, I feel you shake. But for this night, i will not do more then sleep with you. I know your tired. And I am beat." He spoke softly, as he rose, her in his arms as he walked from the throne, dias, and into the dinning room. Cuddleing her to his chest. There her aunt, and the food was laid out, waiting with three plates and glasses of wine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belladonna1</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 08:55:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sasha gave him a relieved smile of acceptance, believing him when he said that tonight they would "just sleep".&nbsp; Although, if she was honest about it, it didn't ease her worry thinking about <em>tomorrow night</em>.&nbsp; Which, got her thinking about just what he <em>would</em> expect from her now that she was essentially here to <em>please him</em> in any manner he saw fit.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew absolutely less than nothing about the kinds of things such a virile man like Xion wanted or needed from a woman.&nbsp; Then,&nbsp; a most horrible thought occured to her....<em> What if she turned out to be a huge dissapointment to him afterall?&nbsp; Or if she failed miserably to please him?&nbsp; Would he take into consideration her lack of experience and knowledge regarding "certain things"..?&nbsp; Even worse, what if he wasn't aware of her ignorance regarding "those things" or assumed that she already knew how to please him?</em> The worrisome thoughts suddenly made her less hungry than she was just moments before. Yet, she very well couldn't be rude and not eat the scrumptious meal laid out before her, now could she?<br><br>&nbsp; As it turned out, Sasha was indeed able to eat quite a bit of what was placed before her at dinner.&nbsp; Her aunt was definately highly skilled in the kitchen as the food was the best she'd had in a very long time.&nbsp; She'd also very much enjoyed the wine and after 3 full glasses of it, felt rather drunk- something she'd never felt before. The conversation was light but pleasant throughout the meal although nothing important or involving her father was ever brought up.&nbsp; Nor was the subject of how, excatly her aunt had ended up here, working for Xion either.&nbsp; But, it's not like there was any rush- she would be here for 6 months afterall, plenty of time to find out all the details.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; After bidding her aunt a good night, Sasha nervously accompanied Xion to his, no-make that <em>their</em> sleeping chambers.&nbsp; The cavernous room was decorated richly and quite becoming of him and his status as Lord.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sasha had not brought with her any other clothing beside the threadbare dress she now wore and assumed it was what she would sleep in as well.&nbsp; She stood somewhat akwardly beside the large fur covered bed, gazing downn at it&nbsp; feeling the effects of the wine as she teetered and fought to not fall forward while a giggle escaped her lips at the idea of doing so...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Beauty &amp; The Beast ( Daimon de Broken Hearted &amp; Belladonna1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 12:43:59</strong>
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				Xion barely talked at dinner, he let the women catch up and did not place her under the usuall spell to keep her distant. Seemed this might help Sasha adjust to her new home. And he would smile time to time, for the women did seem well in a good mood. Perhaps the rare wine he had brought up from his stock, perhaps time lost being redone. He did not know, and seldom would care. But something about this woman, made him uneasy inside, not a bad way. But knowing your standing near a hissing spider, with fangs wet with venom. Premonition perhaps he had heard it called, never experienced it, so this was not his territory. He ordered the others to clean, finishing more food reserved for them and any left overs from the better meal. He was not harsh, they were given what they wanted, but not in more then moderation and his pleasure. <br><br>He seen her again tense up, perhaps thinking of tonight and the next from now on. She would sleep here all the time, and he cared not if he had to tie her next to him to do so. That punishment, or play if she accepted her role after a time. He would have to take her, or ease her into wanting it. Then hook her on him and that love, his form stood beside her. And he shook his head. " Seems you had one to many, Or perhaps not enough." He laughed and laightly spanked her ass as he went to a wardrobe. Taking a key from the top, and unlocking it. " Here is your clothes, each one to be worn for a new day, then given to the maids each night so it can be washed and ready for the next week. Only have a weeks worth and some slips for sleeping. Unless you want a maid outfit? Perhaps make those perky tits squueze together?" He teased her in her drunken like state. " Please sit before you fall. I will leave you there for the night. And well, marble is cold. "<br><br>He brought over a soft pink shift, made of silk, and handed it to her. "This one until tomorrow. Then pick another, unless your used to being naked, like me.... His form slipped from his shirt, his form musular for a mage, more athletic then body builder of a warrior. But his strength, clearly there in that chisled form as he left pants on for now. " Morning brush, every meal brush, baths are open anytime. Just ask. And tomorrow we talk about your job here."
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