Fan Fiction ❯ Ava ❯ Chapter 6

Sorry this is semi-late. I was busy…and tired…and uninspired. My hands are cold and I think I need a nap…and, wouldn't you know it, I've been neglecting my homework…oh dear. Enjoy, and thanks so very, very much for all the lovely reviews. I adore you all.

 

Ava Six

 

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Ava lay very still for a long while after Kael left. He half expected the demon to come storming back in and hurt him again. What had he done to anger his Master so? Maybe it wasn't him at all; maybe he had been angry because of something that had happened while he was away.

 

Ava bit his lip and wrapped his arms around himself tightly. As comforting as the thought was, he knew it was only wishful thinking. The anger in Kael's eyes had been for him. Ava had seen that right away.

 

But what had he done?

 

It had to be something horrible. Before Kael had seemed so kind and…and loving. Ava sniffled and wiped his eyes on his sheet. What would he do now? He had been hoping for such a happy future, but now… What could he do when Kael returned?

 

He would be a good slave. He would follow his training to the letter and obey Kael unconditionally. He had been taught to endure pain. He would learn what responses Kael expected, and use his knowledge to please his Master. He would live out the life his former masters had expected for him, and be glad Kael hadn't killed him in his rage.

 

Ava fixed these thoughts firmly in his mind and forced his body into a state of calm. He curled himself in his sheet and pressed his forehead into a silk covered pillow.

 

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Kael fled his chambers, and Ava, in state of mental shock. He staggered blindly down the twisting corridors, frantically putting as much distance between himself and the source of his discomfort as possible.

 

He almost tripped over the first stair leading up into the north tower, and barely caught himself against the rough stone of the wall. Panting, he ascended the stairs, hurrying up the polished marble steps. Once he reached the top of the stairs he wrenched the oak door open and all but fell inside the rarely used tower room.

 

Kael shut the door behind him and leaned on it heavily. He glanced around the room, spotted a chair, and fell into it. He sat slumped over, head in his hands, and wept.

 

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Cloistered in his still semi-trashed bedchamber, Mar hugged his scrying stone to himself and giggled like a schoolgirl.

 

“I'm just so wonderfully bad.” He chortled, “I'm simply amazing. I could kiss myself!” Everything Mar had been hoping for had come to pass. His plans had been simple, but, in his mind, unbelievably brilliant. He was just so good with manipulating people's minds!

 

His darling Kael was in complete mental shock, which had been caused not only by his raping Ava, but also by the removal of Mar's influence on his mind. Mar hadn't bothered protecting Kael's mind from damage when he had connected with the demon, and Kael had suffered a mental `burn' with Mar's leaving. And Mar was just so delighted with himself for doing so! Kael's metal scarring was just the icing on the cake for the slightly mad mage.

 

Gleefully, Mar thought of Ava. Poor, sweet little Ava, so sure he'd done something to anger his Master. Mar giggled again, “Oh, Ava, darling Ava. I'll be your knight in shining armor. I'll save you from your cruel Master. Yes, I will rescue you…” Mar couldn't stop his giggling as he dressed himself for his encounter with Ava.

 

Outside Mar's rooms, in the humid dark of the Castle of the Twisted Mage, inhuman servants shuddered as the hysterical laughter of their maniacal Master drifted eerily to their misshapen ears.

 

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Kael knew his head would explode at any moment. His brain ached. The full horror of what he had done had hit him only seconds before, and his poor scull was ready to split with the strain of processing it.

 

He was no better than Mar. He had brutalized and raped an innocent. He had lost his senses and let his demonic side take full control of his body. Worst of all, he hadn't tried to stop it. He'd been happy to let it out.

 

Every part of Kael's body throbbed with anguish which he knew instinctively was not just his own. He could feel Ava's heartache. He could feel the little slave's sadness and fear. Despite the nature of their first coupling, Ava and Kael had bonded as only the Mage made could.

 

Kael hadn't been expecting it. He and Mar had never shared a bond beyond that of creator and created, for which Kael was glad. Now he felt as if Ava was always with him. If he closed his eyes he could almost convince himself Ava was there beside him. Strange it was how quickly something so profound could happen. Strange how this new found bond, which should have brought him great joy, only deepened his self-loathing. Ava didn't deserve to be connected to someone as horrendous as himself.

 

Kael groaned and forced the bond from his mind. Why in hells had he done what he had done? He clutched his pounding head in his hands and forced himself to concentrate. This was, however, a difficult task. Kael's mouth was dry and his throat burned. He felt nauseous and rather lightheaded.

 

In short, he felt a thousand times worse, in body at least, than he should have. He had just experienced the most mind-blowing sex of his life, which, logically, should have in no way made him feel ill. Kael let his thoughts slide back to earlier memories, before his disastrous encounter with Ava, past his jumbled flight home.

 

Mar…

 

Mar! Of course! Good gods, how had he managed to forget? He had not been angry when he left the camp, only guilty and ashamed at what he had let himself do. Now that he considered it, the abrupt change of his emotions was extremely strange. From quiet guilt to all encompassing rage in a matter of seconds… The speed was unnatural.

 

Kael's head snapped up, eyes blazing with realization. It had been Mar. The little devil had used the weakness the emotional confusion he had created in Kael to steal his control. He had released the demon in Kael and directed its rage towards Ava.

 

Mar's motivation was obvious, of course. Kael had hurt him and the mage had wanted revenge. This knowledge did little to console Kael. Ava was still terrorized and most likely scared to death of Kael, and for good reason. At least, Kael thought, he would be able to face his delicate slave now, knowing it had truly not been his fault, but he doubted Ava would feel that way.

 

Suddenly, Kael felt a surge of emotion through his bond with Ava. Confusion and fear hit him like stone wall and he tumbled from his chair with a startled shout. He leapt to his feet and stood for a moment, unsure of what to do. Another surge of fear made up his mind for him and he rushed for the stairs, hoping he wasn't to late.

 

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Ava was on the verge of drifting off into a fitful slumber when the door to Kael's chamber suddenly swung inward with a mournful squeak. Ava sat up in bed with a start and looked to the door. His violet eyes widened in surprise. A tall, slender young man stood in the doorway. He wore a loose, blue silk robe and sandals, and had hair the color of a freshly minted sliver coin.

 

Ava stared at him, gaping.

 

The lovely man smiled at Ava and stepped into the room. “I am so glad to have found, beautiful.” He cooed calmingly, “You have no need to fear me, I'm here to help you.”

 

Ava whimpered and scooted further up the bed. Something about this man frightened him, made him uneasy. “…Help me?” Ava whispered.

 

The man glided towards him, “Of course, little one, I know you've been hurt, and I know who hurt you. I'm here to take you away from him.”

 

Ava quivered. The closer the man got, the more frightened he became. “I don't…don't need help.” He breathed, to terrified to speak properly.

 

The man chuckled softly. “Yes, you do.” Suddenly he was right beside Ava, on the bed beside him. He wrapped his long arms around Ava and hugged him close.

 

Ava screamed.

 

A hand clamped itself over his mouth and the man hissed angrily in his ear. “Shut up, you little whore! You're coming with me whether you like it or not!

 

Ava struggled wildly against the man, kicking and writhing. Abruptly the grip tightened and Ava felt a horrifying sense of displacement. The feeling stopped quickly but left Ava frozen with fear. The man released him and pulled back.

 

“Stupid bitch. You've made everything more difficult for yourself.” He snarled. He pulled away from Ava completely and stalked away from him. He reached the opposite end of the small chamber he and Ava had appeared in and threw open the door. “I'll be back for you later.”

 

Ava shuddered as the door slammed closed and wondered what in god's name was going to happen to him now.

 

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Mar was on the verge of another tantrum. How in the nine bleeding hells had they managed to bond so quickly?! Mar had made Kael to bond with him, but NO! Mar was very, very displeased. This put a huge crimp in his plans. Now he would have to resort to coercive spells and drugs to win Ava over, not his own considerable charm.

 

He might have simply thrown out his plans and killed Kael outright but the unexpected, hated bond made him even more determined to utterly destroy Kael's life first. He would seduce Ava with the help of his substantial potion collection and his own magic. Then he would taunt Kael with his former slave's devotion to Mar himself. After Kael's will to live had been completely crushed, Mar would kill him, slowly and painfully.

 

Mar snickered; good mood restored, and began to pick out the drugs he would use to seduce Ava.

 

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Kael burst through his chamber door and scanned the room. One thing was painfully clear: Ava was gone. He fairly flew to the bed, digging through the blankets, vainly searching for any trace of his lover. Finding nothing he lifted the sheet Ava had been wrapped in earlier to his nose and sniffed it. Ava' sweet, lilac sent flooded his senses and he was soothed briefly. But then he detected a fainter, less obvious scent and he snarled, fangs bared. Lingering faintly on the sheet was the scent of Mar.

 

It was as he had feared, Mar had kidnapped Ava.

 

Kael made his plans quickly. He would go to Mar's castle and rescue Ava, alone. He had to go without escort for speed and to ensure Mar would not kill Ava before Kael could reach him. Kael knew Mar well and was sure the mage wanted him alone.

 

His remembrance of Mar's fortress and its layout was dim, but he knew where it was and how to infiltrate it. He would have to rely on stealth and his wits to save Ava.

 

Grimly Kael went about arming himself for the coming battle.

 

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Through his growing haze of panic, Ava was aware of a strange, sweet smell beginning to permeate the cell like room the strange man had left him in. The smell was far from unpleasant, but as it grew stronger Ava began to feel slightly lightheaded. He had slipped into a sort of trance-like daze when the door to his cell opened.

 

“Ah, I see my incense works well on you as well. How do you feel, lovely one?” The silver haired man stood in the door, leaning casually against the frame. When Ava didn't answer the man continued speaking, “My name is Mar, sweetling, you may call me Master.”

 

“You're not my Master…” Ava whispered.

 

“Oh! He speaks! You see, Ava darling, I am your Master now. That mean, nasty old General Zarchast will never touch you again.”

 

“I love him.”

 

The man, Mar, laughed heartily at this. “Oh no, you don't. And he doesn't love you. But I see you won't take my word for it, so I'll just have to convince you.”

 

Mar walked toward Ava, his form blurring slightly to Ava's drugged eyes, and stopped before him. Slim, frighteningly strong hands held Ava's head tightly. Ava was aware of Mar speaking in a strange, slow tongue and of an odd buzzing feeling in his head before everything went unexpectedly black.

 

When Ava came to it was to an enveloping sense euphoria. He sighed contentedly and shifted on the soft surface he was lying on. His arm connected with warm flesh and he started with surprise. His wide, violet eyes met deep blue ones and a smile crossed his face. It was Master. He purred with happiness and moved to embrace his Master. He was rewarded with a gentle hug and loving pets to his ears. Ava's purring grew louder as he nuzzled against his Master's body.

 

“I'm glad to see you awake, little one.” His Master said still stroking Ava's ears. “Now we can begin to play.”

 

Ava was carefully rolled on his back and gently pinned to the bed by his silver haired Master. He stared up at Mar with adoration and stretched up to lick his nose.

 

Mar laughed and bent, kissing Ava deeply. “That's it, darling.” He crooned before kissing Ava again.

 

Inwardly Mar was jumping for joy. The spells and drugs had worked perfectly on Ava. The little whore was convinced Mar was his one and only, beloved Master, and, by the looks of things, very eager to please him.

 

Mar reached between Ava's legs and took firm hold of the slave's semi-hard member. He stroked Ava with talented fingers, squeezing and caressing. Ava moaned and sighed, arching up against the mage with pleasure. Mar left Ava's mouth and began to kiss and lick at the little slave's nipples. He pulled slightly at the gold hoops he found there before moving to Ava's navel.

 

To Ava's disappointment, Mar skipped his leaking member in favor of a different place. Ava gasped and stiffened when he felt Mar's lips against his entrance. He whimpered and bit at his lower lip, unsure of what to do. He all but screamed a moment later when Mar's tongue penetrated him and his hands flew into the Mage's luxuriant hair, clutching frantically for support.

 

Ava fairly wailed when Mar began to move his tongue inside of him. He writhed desperately, undulating against the mage in an effort to push him deeper. Ava had never experienced anything so amazing, and the feeling of being gently stroked from the inside by his Master was quickly driving mad. Mar's hands grasped Ava's legs behind the knees and lifted them over his shoulders as the mage continued to tongue fuck his slave. Ava unwittingly squeezed Mar's head between his thighs as his impending orgasm stole all ability think coherently from him.

 

He screamed and bucked against Mar as he climaxed, spilling himself across his belly and chest. He sobbed, going limp against the cushions beneath him and tried to calm his panting breath. He hadn't gotten anywhere near used to the experience of sexual release, and wondered if he ever would be. Each and every one left him a trembling, whimpering wreck.

 

Mar slid sensuously from between Ava's legs to lie on top of him again. He kissed Ava slowly and nibbled his lips. “Was that good, beloved?” He purred as he began to fondle Ava nipples.

 

“Oh yes, Master…” Ava sighed.

 

Mar pinched Ava's nipple, making the slave gasp with pleasure. “What would you like to experience now, sweet one?”

 

Ava looked at him blearily, his eyes glazed from lust and drugs. “Inside…Master…” He murmured.

 

“Of course, darling.” Mar took a moment to bathe Ava's fluids from his belly with his tongue before settling between his legs again. “Ah, you taste so sweet, little one.” He crooned.

 

Ava sucked in a breath as his Master's elegant finger slid inside him. “Gods…how tight you are, Ava, how wet. You are so easily aroused…” Mar crooked his finger and groped for Ava's sweet spot.

 

“Ah! Master!” Mar chuckled at Ava's exclamation of surprised pleasure and slowly worked his fingers in and out of his slave. “Oh, Master, please…I need you now.”

 

“Very well, Ava.” Mar said and withdrew his fingers from Ava's tight passage. The mage positioned himself above Ava and kissed him with false tenderness. “Relax, little one.” He crooned.

 

Ava moaned helplessly as his Master's manhood pressed against his entrance. Mar's lips caressed his reassuringly as he pressed slowly forward. Ava's back arched and he clutched spasmodically at the blankets below him. Master was so large… He felt so perfect inside Ava. Ava moaned loudly and tossed his head on the pillows, pushing up against Mar in an attempt to drive him deeper.

 

Mar groaned unconsciously at Ava's unanticipated display of wantonness. He hadn't expected the slave to respond so readily to him. His insidious combination of magics was certainly doing its job, he thought smugly. A brief touch of his mind to Ava's gave him a taste of what the slave was feeling. Ava's mind, which he noted, was a truly fragile thing, told him that Ava was unbearably aroused and desperate for Mar to make love to him. There was no trace in Ava's consciousness of Kael or even of his former school. Ava's only thoughts were for Mar, just as the mage had hoped.

 

Pleased with his findings, Mar decided to reward Ava for his unwitting obedience. Ava wailed as Mar began to move within him. The mage thrust slowly into his eager partner, quickening his pace at Ava's frantic urging.

 

“Oh gods, Master…take me, please take me!” Ava writhed mindlessly beneath Mar, arching his hips and matching the mage's sharp thrusts with his own.

 

Mar growled low in his throat. “As you wish.” It had been far to long since he had last been with a lover in this way. He would have to do it more often, he decided.

 

Mar used his considerable talent to strike Ava's prostate with every rough thrust. Not that Ava needed the added stimulation. His Master's careful, prolonged preparation had sensitized Ava to a degree he had never come close to experiencing before.

 

Ava clung to his Master, rocking against him at an increasingly frantic pace. “Oh… Master, I'm going to come!” He sobbed, digging his nails into Mar's shoulders. He rubbed himself against the mage's belly as he felt his second climax fast approaching. “Augh!” Ava screamed when his Master's hand suddenly squeezed and massaged his throbbing member. “Oh dear gods…” He came against his Master's stomach and blackness enveloped him for the second time that evening.

 

Mar hissed through his teeth as Ava's already tight body contracted violently around him. The slave's passage tightened and gripped Mar with incredible intensity, proving to the mage the worth of Ava's training. Although Ava's fainting had amused Mar he was mildly ashamed to almost loose consciousness himself with the force of his orgasm. Yes, he would have to make Ava a permanent addition to his harem once he had dealt with Kael. Perhaps, with time, the beautiful slave would forget his previous master and Mar would be able to stop drugging him. Not that the drugs or spells had hampered Ava's performance any, as far as Mar could tell. Those Masters at the school certainly did do a fine job…

 

Mar pulled himself reluctantly from Ava's still tight body and slid from the bed. His depthless eyes lingered on Ava's magnificent face. He pushed a sweat damp lock of sunset colored hair from his slave's face and absently stroked his soft ears. A self-satisfied smirk played across his cold features. He was just such a wonderfully terrible person he made himself giddy.

 

Mar turned from his exhausted slave and left the room quietly. There was no harm in allowing Ava his rest. He gave Kael at least three days before he arrived. The demon would most likely fly and, baring foul weather, the trip should be a fairly quick one. Mar would most certainly have Ava prepared for Kael's visit.

 

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Well, there you go. Sorry again about the lateness. I hope you all liked it. Give me more inspiring reviews so I know what do for seven…heheheheh…