Demonology 4

Amanda woke up and was aware that she was naked. A cold breeze brushed across her skin, making her nipples stand erect.

Her eyes fluttering open, she looked around. Lying in bed she realized that she was not alone. Looking up slowly she saw Mikel sitting in a chair casually. Amanda started, throwing covers over her naked form.

“Mikel!”

“You are awake, good. We need to go Princess.” Mikel stood, closing a book he had been reading.
Amanda looked around and realized what was wrong.

“My stomach…”

“No time to discuss it, up.” Mikel wrenched her out of bed by her arm.

“Oww, damnit, that hurts.” Amanda fought getting to her feet, trying to figure out what had happened. “Where is Balthazar? Where is my child?” She demanded.

Mikel did not answer, instead he threw at her a gossamer dress. Pulling it on, she looked around, there was a sense of urgency that could only mean danger. Amanda worried some evil had befallen her husband and child. Roughly taking her by the arm Mikel began dragging her out of the room and down the hallway. Immediately Amanda heard the wailing, moaning and screaming coming from the great hall. Her heart began to race as they grew closer to the room despite the fact that there was a twinge building between her legs.

Stepping into the room Amanda witnessed chaos. There were tons of human women all over the room being ravished by just as many demons. Some women were enjoying the act but most were not. Screaming for help, looking around in shock, a few of the women implored her with their eyes. Other thought her another victim being dragged in for the orgy.

“My God.” Amanda whispered.

“She has nothing to do with this. This, my lady is survival of our species.” Mikel lowered his voice, “And it is wrong.”

Amanda looked up at Mikel, unsure that she heard what he had said. Looking around she watched the orgy before her. She was shamed that she was becoming turned on watching and listening. The twinge between her legs began to grow and throb making her wet. Her breathing became ragged and her skin began to flush. The horrid decadence of the tableau before her was too much to bear but she could not drag her eyes away. Caught like a deer in headlights, she knew she was responsible for this.
“Balthazar was right.” Mikel said to himself, turning around he looked at Amanda. “You bore a son, father was so angry he was going to sacrifice the boy. Balthazar questioned father’s rule. They fought and Balthazar was forced to flee with your son. The only reason why you are here is because you’re a fertile female. Father gave you to me.”

Amanda breathed heavily, in shock. She felt Mikel walk away for a moment as she looked around. Horns trumpeted suddenly, catching her off guard and frightening her. Turning around she shivered as she heard the king being announced into the hall. Amanda watched as he strode in with all pomp and circumstance that he could muster, three women in tow in chains behind him. Sitting on the throne, he handed the chains over to one of the reptile people, who attached them to the throne. His cold eyes washed over the throne room until they landed on her. Smiling at her, he nodded his head at her and waited.

Looking over at Mikel, she watched him approach her with a large black collar. Amanda recognized it as a position collar, a thing used in bondage that was a wide stiff leather collar that would impede moving her head. He placed it around her throat and attached a chain to the back of her collar, Amanda looked over at Mikel, her eyes wide. Pulling back hard on her hair, he forced her head back so that he could whisper in her ear.

“There are things in motion, Princess that you are not yet aware of. Your husband lives, as does your son. They are in the mountains above Dhaul Marun,” Amanda was terrified as she was forced to stare at the king who smiled at her in return.

“Father says if you refuse me, he will take you for himself, willingly or not.” Mikel continued to whisper in her ear as he stroked her hair. Amanda’s body flushed as she stood in a gown that was quite see-through before her father in law, who waited anxiously for his second oldest son to take his first son’s wife in front of him.

“What is your decision?” Mikel whispered.

Amanda turned and looked at Mikel. Her brother in law was in a position just as distasteful as she was. He was risking his life telling her this information, risking his life by playing along and taking her as his wife, protecting her. It was not the most of ideal of situations but there seemed to be little alternative. Looking up at him, as best as she could, she nodded yes and tentatively she began to kiss Mikel’s lips, her eyes wide and scared.

“Try to relax.” He whispered as he kissed her shoulder.

Amanda’s mind reeled as she replayed the decision, as if there was one to be made. The king wanted her for himself but gave Amanda to Mikel, so long as he took her upon her awakening. She didn’t want to be with the king but she didn’t want to be with Mikel either. She felt her odds of finding and saving Balthazar were better with Mikel. Pulling away she looked at him, then at the king. Mikel had given her the choice between he and the king, a choice whether to fight back or to accept fate and die. Taking a breath she took a chance and began kissing him back. Feeling his tongue probe her mouth slowly, cautiously. She could tell he was not used to these things and worried he may be too inexperienced to make their subterfuge work.

“We will have to do this here, now, in front of him.” He whispered, kissing her down to her collar bone, below her positioning collar.

Amanda nodded slowly, as best as she could. Standing slowly, he stared into her eyes for a moment; sorrow, anger, same and desires swam in his eyes. Leading her by her chain, Mikel guided her to one of the many beds before the throne. Nodding to his father, he pulled Amanda forward and stood her before the king. Unable to look away due to the collar, Amanda was force to look up at him. To appease his ego and to show deference, for now, she knelt, lowering her eyes. The king chuckled.

“Proceed.” The king announced.

Mikel gently tugged on her chain towards him. Turning around, Amanda faced him.
“I am so sorry for this.” He whispered.

Suddenly Mikel lifted her up in the air and threw her on the bed. Climbing on top of her, he began ripping and tearing at her clothing, shredding it with his talons. Several times, his eagerness overcame him and he accidentally would scratch a red ribbon open across her flesh. Amanda cried out. Mikel was forceful and powerful and at this point, if she wanted him to stop, she could not overpower him. He was full in the lust haze, his eyes glazed over. Instead she allowed herself to be taken by her brother in law.

Staring over her form, Mikel was in awe of her and her body.