Fan Fiction ❯ Ava ❯ Chapter 5

 

 

Ava five

 

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Marethium Farthender III, the Twisted Mage, was in a terrible mood, and his servants knew it. Marethium, known too most simply as Mar, didn't notice, however, he was to busy throwing a temper tantrum. He had already shredded his bedding, smashed his table and set fire to his bed and, as his terrified servants looked on in horror, began to smash holes in the stone walls with bursts of raw magic.

 

“That ungrateful, wretched, piece of shit! How dare he defy me? How dare he attack me?” Mar ranted as he stomped around his trashed bedroom, “He's mine! My creation! How could he…how…the sheer audacity! I should kill him…I…I should!”

 

Mar lifted a priceless vase from an as-of-yet unmolested side table and hurled it at the wall. Overcome with rage he was unable to continue his rant and instead grabbed a painting from the wall and with a shriek tore it in two.

 

The huddled servants hidden in the corridor, watching through the open door, bore silent witness to their Master's continued destruction until Mar finished his tantrum and collapsed onto a floor cushion. They waited until Mar was fast asleep before quietly going about their duties.

 

Mar woke hours later from a deep sleep suddenly. He sat bolt upright his eyes wide. A cruel smirk curled his full, red lips and a mirthless laugh escaped them. “Of course… It's so obvious! Killing him isn't enough...no, no. He deserves more, much more… But what is enough?”

 

Mar rose from his cushion and stretched slowly. He knew very little about his wayward creation. Kael had fled his keep many years ago and skillfully hidden himself away from his former Master. However, now that Mar had found him again it would take only a simple scrying to find out everything about Kael.

 

Filled with new energy Mar happily went about uncovering his long unused scrying stone. He returned, stone in hand, to his cushion and seated himself cross-legged upon it. He placed the glittering, multifaceted scrying stone in his lap and closed his eyes, preparing to slip into the meditative trance necessary to scry long distances.

 

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Ava sighed and wiggled impatiently as General Zarchast's chief tailor measured his waist with a string.

 

“Master Ava! Please stand still, I'm almost finished!” The tailor tut-tutted at Ava and stepped away from him a moment later. “See? I'm done. Would you like to pick out your fabrics now?”

 

Ava happily bounced off the low stool he'd been standing on and followed the tailor into the backroom of his small shop. When Mawth had told him of the tailor the day before, Ava had expected to have to leave the castle reach him. Instead, after Ava had finished his enormous breakfast-in-bed and taken a long, hot bath Mawth had led him back to the gardens and to the side of the castle Ava hadn't been in yet.

 

They passed many interesting, strange places on their way to the tailor's such as the `stables' a place full of pretty horses and the fragrant sent of hay. To Ava's delight, Mawth promised to take him back to see the horses after they were done acquiring his new clothing.

 

Ava picked out a bright array of colorful fabrics and looked through a selection of clothing styles with quite a bit of enthusiasm before taking his leave of the tailor. The old man gave him several pairs of loose, different colored pants and a couple soft tunics to wear until his new cloths were finished along with a bag of undergarments.

 

Mawth and Ava walked down the dirt path leading to the stables hand in hand, laughing together like old friends.

 

“Do people ride them?” Ava asked, referring to the horses.

 

“Of course, what else would you do with them? It's a lot of fun! Master Kael's horses are some of the best, too.”

 

“Do you think Kael would let me learn to ride them, then?” Ava asked hopefully.

 

Mawth shrugged, “I don't see why not… He let me, so I'm sure he'd let you.”

 

Ava smiled happily and followed Mawth into the stables. Things were going so well for him. His life had taken a huge turn for the better! He couldn't wait for Kael to come back later that afternoon. He would make sure to be back in their room waiting for him when he returned.

 

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Mar leaned back from his scrying stone, slowly recovering from his trance. He had found out more from his snooping than he ever could have hoped. He had been surprised to find that Kael had recently purchased a sex slave. It seemed like an unlikely thing for the young General to do considering his past.

 

Mar had been thoroughly intrigued by this interesting piece of information and decided to dig further. He had activated a less easily used facet of his scrying stone and had delved into the minds of first Ava and then, shocked by what he found, into Kael's.

 

Ava's mind was happy blur anticipation both sexual and emotional. He couldn't wait for his Kael to return to him. His Kael, his savior. Mar seethed at this. Kael was Mar's, not this upstart sex toy's. He had to do something about this.

 

He had next taken a plunge into Kael's mind and was pleased to find the demon in turmoil. He was not pleased that Kael had already developed a ridiculous attachment to his delicate slave. Fortunately for Mar all was not perfect in paradise, and the Twisted Mage was completely prepared to exploit this.

 

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Despite his earlier efforts at calm, Kael's mind raced faster than his wings carried him as he sped towards home. How could he face Ava after what he had done? He was sure his infidelity wouldn't faze Ava in the slightest. Ava had no expectations of Kael. Ava probably had no idea how important he was to Kael. How could he when they had only been together for a few short hours? Even Kael couldn't explain how he felt about Ava. He hadn't gone to the School's slave market with any intention of buying a slave. Slavery was abhorrent to Kael due to his earlier life experiences, but yet Ava had instantly attracted his attention and his desire. Kael had no choice but to take him home, and now that he had he knew he couldn't give him up.

 

Was he really that fickle? Could he fall in love so quickly? He had never felt the way he had when he met Ava at any other time. After he had escaped from Mar he had felt so cold and emotionally empty. Not that his time with Mar had been rich in anything but pain and fear, but he had felt then.

 

Kael had played the part of cold, icy General for so long, it had been a shock for him to be suddenly smacked in the face with the beauty that was Ava. He'd wanted to jump on Ava the moment he saw and had barely been able to contain himself until he got the little redhead into his carriage. He had taken few lovers after Mar for the simple reason that Mar had ruined sex for him. But now…

 

Perhaps it was Ava's inhumanness that drew Kael to him. They were, after all, both creations of a Mage's whim. Mar had created Kael to be a ruthless slaughterer of his enemies, an exotic killer to be controlled only by Mar himself. Ava had been created solely for sex, a toy for another just as Kael was.

 

But now Ava was his, and he had broken his trust.

 

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Mar snorted. Kael was such a sentimental moron. Of course he had been attracted to Ava! The little whore had been designed to evoke such a reaction in everyone who saw him. Kael's sharpened, demonic senses only amplified these feelings, and the brain dead fool didn't even realize it. It wouldn't surprise the mage if Ava's enhanced pheromones hadn't been changed by his creators to specifically attract those of demonic origin. Armies of mage made demons had bred with humans decades ago and had spread across the planet taking up as sought after mercenaries and powerful warlords. Yes, the wealth obsessed mages who created Ava and his fellow whores would just love to sell their wares to influential, rich demons like Kael.

 

Kael was no run of the mill demon with human tainted blood, of course. Kael was Mar's finest creation. He was the optimum of demonic power and Mar was quite proud of how he had turned out.

 

None of this would matter soon, however. He had come up with the perfect plan to completely destroy Ava and Kael's budding relationship, and draw Kael back to him. All Mar had to do was manipulate Kael's unstable mind a small amount and all would be well…for Mar, at least.

 

The Twisted Mage settled back into his cushion and readjusted his slender hands on his scrying stone.

 

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Kael arrived at his castle a little after noon. The sun was high and bright, and the air sweet with the sent of a thousand flowers, but Kael didn't notice. He stalked through the doors to his keep in a confusing haze of anger. Halfway home his mood had changed from overwhelming guilt to all encompassing anger. The rage was completely undirected and unfathomable. Kael had no idea what or who he was angry at. He barely noticed where his footsteps were taking him until he found himself in his main bedchamber.

 

He stepped through the door and scanned the room. His golden eyes fell on the bed and the occupant therein. Ava lay curled on his side, dozing. His tawny ears were limp in sleep and his tail was wrapped tightly around his small body. Ava wore only undergarments: a little pair of panties one would usually see on a female and a lacy undershirt, both made of fine blue silk.

 

Kael's wings trembled with the force of the lust that overwhelmed him at the sight of Ava's scantily clad body. He ran his tongue over his sharp fangs and his claws dug into his palms. His anger, momentarily forgotten, came flooding back to him. His lip curled in a feral growl as he realized the source of his anger: Ava.

 

Kael didn't stop to consider that there was no reason for his anger, he simply acted.

 

Kael was on the bed on top of Ava in a matter of seconds. He rolled Ava on to his back and pinned his wrists above his head. Ava's amethyst eyes fluttered open and focused on Kael. A sweet smile curved his lush lips and he stretched beneath Kael, arching his back.

 

“I'm so glad you're finally back, Master. Did your trip go well?” Ava asked, innocently.

 

Kael ignored Ava's soft query and unleashed his anger. Kael knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what he wanted to do to Ava: he wanted to hurt Ava, he wanted to make him cry, the demon in Kael wanted to rape him.

 

Kael tore a strip of cloth from the sheet Ava had been wrapped in with his teeth and quickly bound Ava's arms above his head with it. Ava stared up at him, eyes filled with confusion. Kael bared his fangs and leered at the delicate slave.

 

“Master…what are you doing? I don't understand…” Ava began to feel icy fingers of fear begin to crawl through his body. Kael was scaring him. His eyes were dark and wild with an emotion Ava could only identify as anger. Was Kael angry with him? Had he done something wrong? Ava opened his mouth to voice his fears, but he was suddenly stifled with a gag.

 

Kael effectively silenced Ava by stuffing his mouth with another strip of cloth. He raked his claws down Ava's chest tearing his scant clothing off and leaving red trails across his pale skin. He leaned down and bit viciously at Ava's soft pink nipples until Ava cried out in pain.

 

Tears sprang to Ava's eyes as his Master hurt him. Kael dug his sharp nails into Ava's sides as he continued to assault his bleeding nipple. Ava struggled beneath Kael, whimpering with fear and pain. Why was his Master doing this to him?

 

Kael growled low in his throat, anger and lust warring within him. He fumbled with the ties to his trousers yanking at them impatiently. He groaned as he freed his aching member. He was aware of Ava's muffled whimpers and desperate writhing. He easily caught the slave's slender hips with one hand and yanked down his panties with the other.

 

Staring at Ava's lithe nude body Kael lost any sense of control he had managed to retain. He forced Ava's legs apart and lifted the struggling slave's bottom into his lap. Kael leaned over Ava and crushed his soft lips in a cruel kiss. He sank his fangs into Ava's full lower lip before ravaging his mouth with his tongue.

 

Kael pushed Ava's firm buttocks apart, squeezing them bruisingly. He ripped his mouth from Ava's and quickly buried his teeth in Ava's shoulder. He felt Ava shudder and heard his muffled scream. The scent of Ava's terror and pain only served to arouse Kael further.

 

Without removing his fangs from Ava's soft flesh tightened his hold on the slave's hips. He pushed the head of his cock against Ava's unprepared entrance and lunged forward. As Kael's manhood slid home, Ava's body went ridged. He arched beneath Kael's powerful body in agony, screaming behind the gag.

 

The only thing that saved Ava from being torn horribly was his body's instinctually preparing itself. Since Kael had pinned him to the bed, Ava's body had been lubricating itself in preparation for what he subconsciously knew was coming. Still, the sudden penetration was unbelievably painful. As Kael began to thrust roughly within him Ava was racked with uncontrollable sobs. His fragile body shuddered beneath his demonic Master who paid no heed to his agony.

 

Kael, however, was in a world of pleasure. He had no idea anything could be so tight, so hot. He moaned in ecstasy and continued to pound into Ava violently. With a snarl he flipped Ava on to his knees and shoved his face into the covers so he wouldn't have to see the slave's tear streaked, terrified face.

 

The position only served to increase Kael's pleasure, as he could thrust even more deeply into Ava, and he felt his climax fast approaching. He folded his body over Ava's and bit his shoulder again causing new waves of agony to assault Ava. To Ava's shame he was beginning to find pleasure in his Master's rape. His body was so accustomed to being used and so sensitive to the slightest pleasurable act that, despite the tearing he had undoubtedly suffered, the slide of Kael's cock inside him created shocks of pleasure that were quickly pushing him towards full arousal.

 

Ava's slender cock hardened against his belly, and quickly began to leak with eagerness. Ava moaned into the gag and, without meaning to, began to push back against Kael's thrusting member. Ava's show of willingness, not to mention the fact that his training had begun take over, forcing Ava to tighten himself around his Master to increase his pleasure, soon brought Kael to the most intense orgasm of his life.

 

The demon slammed into Ava with as much force as was possible and roared his climax. Ava gasped softly and spilled himself, unnoticed, as he was flooded with his Master's essence. He collapsed limply into the bedding as Kael rode out his orgasm within him. Kael collapsed, too a moment later on top of Ava. With a grunt he rolled off Ava and onto his side. With a whimper of pain Ava slowly turned himself so his arms were no longer in such an awkward position and lay waiting for his Master's next move.

 

Kael lay still for a long time before he turned quietly to Ava and unbound his arms. Ava tentatively reached for the gag and removed it when Kael made no move to stop him. Before Ava could speak Kael rose from the bed and stalked from the room, slamming the door with such force behind him that Ava was afraid it might break from it's hinges.

 

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Mar leaned away from his scrying stone grinning triumphantly. He had done exactly what he wanted to do. Ava would hate Kael now for raping him…and the little slut had been hoping for such a nice fist time, too, the mage snickered. Kael would, undoubtedly, be overcome with guilt and present an easy target for Mar's further attentions.

 

Mar rose again from his cushion, rolling his neck to work out the kinks. He noticed the sticky spot in his robes and sighed. Ava's rape had been an unbelievably arousing incident to witness. The slave was…exquisite. He was lovely to such a degree that Mar was almost jealous of him.

 

Mar licked his lips. Perhaps he should `rescue' poor little Ava from mean old Kael. He was sure the beautiful slave would be eternally grateful, after all. It was an idea worth consideration, at least.

 

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I hope you liked it. I'm sorry it was so short…but I think that's a good place to end. Thanks again for not bothering to review me.