In Nica's Shadow

NOTE: This story is discontinued and completed. It was written at a time I was very sick and thought. It would not turn out well. I have shifted the energy of writing to a new story that is a more intense form of BDSM and romance but doesn't delve as deeply in pending death and doom. In the realm where mortals tread, I observe their frantic scurrying, stumbling from grace, and bowing before false deities. They sacrifice kin and companions, seeking fleeting solace. The art of traversing known realms and conquering fear eludes them. I have allowed them to wander aimlessly for far too long. The foul scent of hope pollutes the world as they yield to fear, devoid of valor and pride. I dispatched my begotten sons, time and again, to seduce and ravage the sins of the masses, heralding an era of death and desire. Plagues and wars unfurled as my sons painted the world in chaos. A sly grin emerges upon my lips, for I delight in the spectacle. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme from a bygone era, whispered at a child's bedside. The darkness weaves strange reminiscences of the bittersweet. A child afflicted by plague's boils and the mother's dread realization of transmitting her malady. Through the ages, naught has changed since their first steps upon the earth. Agony and despair linger in the air, the essence and longing of existence. Amidst the apparent serenity, a subtle note of turmoil wafts—a melody of corrupted souls. For even in their docility, these creations can wield ruthlessness. Alas, they revere strength, unaware that the mightiest often shatter, crying like infants as their bones snap between my fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Should you seek a tale of systematic oppression, generational torment, vile assault, and the macabre, I extend an invitation to the narrative of innocence's demise—the beauty found within life's darkest corners. The battle yet wages, and perchance, as my final thoughts manifest, redemption shall unfold its melodic strains. Or perchance, I shall pen their ultimate sentence—an exquisite requiem, unbridling my vengeance in the shadows cast by Nica.

DerekJPerna · Fantasia

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53 Chs

CH 30 - Lily Submits

Lily allows her eyes to rest under the silk blindfold as she listens to the commands from Gabriella. Her mind finds peace as she is given short orders that seem to move her body. As Lily feels her body at ease, she listens to Gabriella's voice.

"Walk forward ten steps and kneel," Gabriella's voice whispers in the recess of Lily's mind. The words are inaudible as her heart and mind process a thought she had never heard.

Lily creeps as she steps out with her left foot and takes slow steps. Her body stretched out to her full height for the first time in her life. The correction was swift when Gabriella witnessed Lily hiding. Making herself appear smaller and less powerful than she was. The tone that Gabriella used sent a chill down Lily's spine.

Her body was held at full height. Her chin lifted as she didn't lower her gaze to no man or monster. She is proud of who she is and the desires she holds. Her steps are purposeful, her head held back, her shoulders upright as she steps forward.

As her right foot walks the teeth step, Lily makes herself even one more as she balances her body.

Her knees move forward as her body leans backward, and she falls gracefully in a kneel as she arches her back, displaying herself proudly to her, acutely aware that she belongs to Gabriella and Caesar. She is doing everything she can to make them proud.

"Onto all fours and crawl forward ten more steps. Always count the steps of your forward paws." The command comes silently yet sultry into Lily's mind as her body quivers in anticipation.

Falling forward, Lily allows her hands to catch her fall as she moves across the stone. The slight warmth of the moonlight touches her naked body as she moves forward, her head down. She almost focused on the rocks ahead of her in the great hall.

"Strike," Gabriella whispers as Lily lets out a yelp, feeling the nerves aflame as the imaginary leather of a whip flashes across her ass. The sounds are silent except for the escaping protest of a single yelp as she cries out in pain. Her muscles tremble as she waits for the reprimand of what she has done wrong and what she can improve on.

"Don't hang your head, but look up. You are not less than, is that understood?" Gabriella's voice echoes in Lily's mind.

"Yes, Mistress," Lily answers softly above a whisper. She has a way of speaking between them, but she hasn't mastered it yet. She has yet to discover the difference between thinking to herself and speaking to Gabriella. That they are not the same and that Lily maintains the privacy of her thoughts is a beautiful thing. But she hasn't mastered managing the two yet, as the spell is still beyond her understanding of pronunciation.

"Forgiven. Begin the 10 steps again and return to a kneel." Gabriella commands.

Lily holds her head up high as she proudly crawls forward. She can't help it, but she feels closer to Gabriella with every command, every whisper into her mind, every desire realized. As Lily moves across the stone, her hips sway as she imagines Gabriella behind. By hearing her voice, Lily can genuinely know where her Mistress is.

As she reaches the tenth step, Lily leans back and lifts her body, arching the small of her back. Her mind finds peace as she has begun, but now her mind almost becomes second nature in obeying. The last two days of constant drilling caused soft whimpers and moments of immense pride. Parting her legs thoughtfully, Lily holds her head up high, proud of what she is becoming.

"Good Girl," Gabriella's voice rewards the obedience with a soft warmth that radiates throughout Lily's body. Gentle tingles of pure pleasure move out in small ripples throughout her body. Knowing she has pleased her Mistress brings her an embarrassingly amount of joy.

Lily feels a soft hand move through her as the scent of lavender fills her breath. Tilting her head into the brushing fingers, she feels a sense of peace washing over her. The touch is so soft and sensual that it transcends all feelings and thoughts. Turning her cheek into the caress, she allows herself to feel the freedom of the tenderness. Her eyes were closed as she envisioned how tender the touch would be in more sentimental moments.

Lily feels her face flush quickly as the silken blindfold is removed. As Lily opens her eyes, she is momentarily startled to see Gabriella's vibrant eyes looking back at her as she kneels. The soft fingertips trap Lily's hair as they pull her forward as pauses. Being pulled forward, her lips are already parting when they touch.

Gabriella's eyes flutter close as their kiss stirs something in her. Such a beautifully seductive moment radiates heat into the depth of Lily's soul. Traveling down her body, the warmth builds, enveloping peacefully between her legs as she rubs her thighs together. There is something foreign but unique about this moment as Lily allows her to roll down on her back slowly.

Lily never imagined her submission would be rewarded with... with her pleasure. HandS travels down her chest as she twists her hips, clasping her thighs together as sensual fingertips travel down her leg as her lips hungrily find her Mistress's as her thighs are held tightly, terrified. She knows this moment is the most powerful of her life. Afraid she could pass out under the delicate touch as she felt her heart beating rapidly. Their kiss meets once more as Gabriella's hand massages her body tenderly just below her waist.

The soft dance of tenderness is delicately beautiful. Gabriella is taking the lead as everything is surrendered to the beloved Mistress. But still, there is something desired, wanted, as she yearns for everything, but her heart fears being broken. A soft moan escapes Lily's lips as she pants softly, wondering if this is what love feels like as a wave of pleasure moves through her body.

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