Ravenous Virtue

by Tracy St. John

  He nodded. “Some day you will accept my entire will as your own, but for now I am pleased. This is a very good start.”

  Vendeen’s approval reached Raven through the roar in her ears. Even as her breasts bitterly complained, the pit of her stomach warmed. He was pleased with her. She didn’t want to like it, but she did.

  He brushed the tips of her nipples with his fingers, bringing fresh, electric shards through the engorged points. Raven wailed, but she didn’t flinch. In fact, she unconsciously thrust her chest out, inviting more. Vendeen chuckled and reached low to stroke her pussy. His touch there brought searing delight. It didn’t erase the frigid hurt pulsing in her tits, but it made the pain … good. Right. As if they should be experienced together so that one could contrast the exquisite profundity of each separate sensation.

  Vendeen withdrew his hand and examined the thick coat of honey she’d left on his fingers. He sucked the moisture into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue to test. He nodded. “It seems Daagiis was right. Pain is a joy for your body.”

  Raven’s cheeks burned worse than the frozen rings around her nipples. She’d thought she only wanted a strong man on top. Maybe a little playful spanking. She hadn’t realized her body was geared to the extreme.

  I’m a strong woman. I’ve always been a strong woman. Tough as nails. Why do I like this?

  She realized Vendeen watched her closely. She couldn’t lower her gaze from his when he hadn’t given permission, but her shoulders hunched up. Raven wanted to hide more than anything right now.

  Her master’s smile softened just a touch. “Don’t look so humiliated by your delightful responses, my lovely. I do not take pleasure from playing with those who don’t also enjoy it.”

  With that he opened his pants and eased them down his hips. His cock bounced out of its enclosure, magnificently erect. Raven’s mouth watered to see it only inches away, though her eyes remained locked on Vendeen’s.

  “May I look?” she asked.

  “You may.”

  Her eager gaze took in the thick, veined penis. She only looked, but she knew how velvety soft the smooth, round head of him would be against her tongue. How his pulse would pound along the length of his shaft. The way he would heat her mouth. As he continued to push his pants down his thighs, the entirety of it came into view.

  Raven blinked at the gleam of golden metal at the base of his cock. It seemed a larger, thicker version of the rings tormenting her nipples. He wore his cockring.

  Vendeen took himself in hand and gave his cock a lazy stroke. “You may use your mouth on me now.”

  Refusing to acknowledge the eager surge of heat in her pussy at his words, Raven leaned forward. Vendeen angled his penis so he could rub the heated head over her lips. She let her tongue peek out for a taste as she inhaled his scent: pure, masculine strength. He smelled different from Todd. Todd always had a good, clean smell to him, a little salty and fresh.

  Vendeen however, smelled wild. Dark. Primal. His taste was just as unabashedly male to her. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead before closing her lips over the rounded end. She kissed his prick with fervor, making him moan and jerk gratifyingly.

  He’s not the only one who can make a person squirm, she thought.

  Raven mouthed her way down to the smooth constriction of his cockring. Rolling her eyes back to look in Vendeen’s heavy-lidded gaze, she ran her tongue up slowly back up to the tip of his cock where a bead of white fluid waited for her. She carefully claimed it, her eyes still on Vendeen’s as she accepted the delicate drop.

  “By all of creation,” he groaned. “You are the sweetest death a man can have.”

  Raven supposed that was meant to be a compliment, so she took it as such. She set to work with a will, wanting to make him squirm some more.

  She kissed the rigid length of his shaft, wetting it down, and then swirled her tongue over his cockhead. She sucked hard to make her cheeks dimple. She then opened her mouth wide and sank down to take as much of him in as she could.

  Vendeen grunted and stiffened all over in reaction. Raven bobbed her head up and down, feeling how smoothly he ran against her tongue, now fast, now slow, now pausing far down, now nearly releasing him and waiting until he strained upward before sucking him down again.

  “Enough!” Vendeen used her hair to tug her off him. “All right, my servant, you have had your fun. Now go to the bed and lie face down with that beautiful ass in the air.”

  Managing to keep a smirk from taking over her face and getting her into trouble, Raven rose to her feet. She walked to the bed with her head held high and clambered onto the bed. She knelt on the soft surface and leaned over so that her head and shoulders rested on it. Her ass waved in the air as ordered.

  Vendeen yanked his clothes the rest of the way off before going to his closet. Raven watched as he grabbed a container and carried it over to the bed, right behind her ass. He set it down on the floor where she couldn’t see it and began rummaging.

  He came up with a thick, stiff bar of metal with buckled straps on the ends. He pushed her legs further apart and buckled the bar to her ankles so that her legs were braced open. That wasn’t all the position opened up. Raven’s vulnerability made her anxious. Wet, too.

  Vendeen searched through his container once more. She didn’t see what he brought out this time, but squirting and squelching sounds told her he was lubing something. She could only wait to feel what he’d opted to put inside her.

  “Now that you’ve had the pleasure of me fucking your ass, I think the thicker butt plug will do,” Vendeen said. Something prodded her anus. “Open up, girl.”

  Raven released tension to accept the toy into her tighter environs. It was thick and a little uncomfortable, especially at the most bulbous point near the end. However, it popped in, making her feel rather full.

  More squirting and squelching. The next thing went into her pussy and over her clit. “Vibrator,” Vendeen confirmed. Then he placed a type of harness around Raven’s hips, crotch, and ass to hold everything in. He untied her wrists, freeing her hands.

  “Push up on all fours and turn sideways to me,” Vendeen said.

  Raven moved awkwardly, hampered as she was by the bar spreading her legs and the toys filling her pussy and ass. She was also unbelievably aroused.

  Vendeen went to the container on the floor one last time. He withdrew the final object slowly, making sure she saw it. It had a handle of braided black and red leather that fit into the palm of his hand. At the end of the handle, the braided leather separated into many different strands. Too many to count.

  Vendeen smiled and shoved his container away with his foot. “This flogger will touch everything that belongs to me, namely you. You are mine. No part of you belongs to yourself anymore. Your pussy, your ass, your tits, every piece of you belongs to me. I will set my marks on all of it.”

  He waited. Raven stared at the flogger, her mouth dry. Meanwhile, her pussy was trying to soak through the harness he’d put on her. She trembled, but she’d agreed to this. All of it.

  “Yes sir.”

  Vendeen gave her his half-smile that told her he knew exactly how afraid she was as well as how aroused. Then the vibrator switched on.

  Raven’s head snapped back. She moaned as pulsing delight shuddered deep in her sheath and over her clit. She clenched around the humming instrument and was made blatantly aware of the plug in her ass. A fine trembling took her body over as the clit stimulator coaxed her sensitive nub, simultaneously drawing on it and vibrating. Warm pleasure moved to headier throbs in a matter of seconds. Raven sobbed air in and out as a ticklish delight swirled through her gut.

  The sting of the flogger’s first strike took a few seconds to register before Raven realized Vendeen had begun. It landed across her quivering buttocks on the fleshiest part. It wasn’t a horrific hurt by any means. Just darts of small pain where the thin straps of the harness didn’t protect her flesh.

  It certainly didn’t take he
r attention from the vibrator’s charms for very long. The powerful humming made her pussy feel heavy, as if it had gained actual weight. All of Raven’s attention was on the growing glow of swirling carnal excitement. She noted the continued peppering of the flogger that chastised her ass and thighs, then moved up her back to her shoulders. It stung a bit more, enough to make her gasp even, when Vendeen applied it to her breasts and belly. It left behind warm trails across her flesh, adding to the growing burn of need.

  Raven shuddered under the influence of erotic pulsing and the gradually growing strength of the lashing. Every inch of her burned, even the parts Vendeen didn’t touch. The pain never seemed to get worse; it stayed at the level of hot, stinging trails smoldering across her flesh. Meanwhile, the vibrator made everything pulse inside. Its deep thrumming sensation seemed to reach all the way from her skull to her toes. It pulled insistently at her clit, bringing more searing heat through her senses. The heaviness in her womb grew until she thought her stomach must be distended far beneath her. Everything felt as if it swelled tighter and tighter, until Raven was positive she would soon burst from the strain.

  A delicious singe of greater want licked through her clit, a feeling Raven knew was the few seconds’ precursor to climax. It spread to her pussy lips and deeper inside, where the shaft of the vibrator trembled her swollen tissues. It moved deeper still, into her ass where the butt plug filled her with dark erotic need. It lit her abdomen and sent tendrils of carnal bliss weaving up her spine. It lit wherever the many tails of Vendeen’s flogger fell, feeding on the intense sensation of his seductive cruelty. Raven’s pussy drew tight, readying itself for release. Her jaw dropped open as the first flutters trembled her core, and her eyes slid shut. Oh yes. Yes…

  The vibrator switched off. Raven hung on the pinnacle of climax, swaying precariously at the tip. For a moment she thought it would happen anyway, that she’d come much too close to be denied. Then that crystalline moment of realization slid away to leave her shaking and aching with a cold lack of fulfillment.

  Her groan of loss rang through the room, eclipsing the constant whup-whup-whup of the flogger against her flesh. She sobbed from the denial. Damn Vendeen! She’d been so close!

  Her body still reached for orgasm. Her pussy and ass clenched at the toys buried inside them. She even arched into wherever the flogger fell, begging the little darts of fire to somehow find their way to her clit and send her over. Instead, the steady strikes of her skin lulled rather than excited her.

  Raven blinked. Was she actually finding the lashing to be soothing? It seemed so. Now that encroaching climax wasn’t overloading her senses, there was a quiet sense of euphoria stealing over her brain. Her lower parts still ached for release, but her mind almost seemed to float. The steady rhythm of leather slapping against skin, moving up and down her body in the same pattern over and over, was hypnotic. Pleasurable, even with the smarts of pain. It made no sense to be soothed by being flogged by her master, but Raven was.

  The thought that Vendeen might find it pleasing settled her even more. To obey him so easily, to give herself over for his delight reassured her. She was giving him what he needed to feel good even as he made her feel good. It was right.

  No sooner had Raven decided on this when Vendeen ended the lashing. He tossed the flogger aside and crawled up on the bed behind her.

  “You look beautiful wearing my marks,” he said, his tone deep with appreciation. His hands swept over her body, making her irritated flesh ache. Raven arched into his touch and moaned.

  Vendeen unbuckled the harness and tossed it over on top of the flogger. He carefully removed the vibrator. Feeling it slip from her folds made Raven moan again. The friction of it moving through her engorged pussy sent ecstatic shivers through her belly. She felt horribly empty when it was gone.

  The removal of the butt plug made her feel positively hollow. However, Vendeen’s tone was quite pleased.

  “So open. So ready for me no matter how I decide to enjoy you. You are beautiful, my servant.”

  The bed beneath Raven’s knees shifted as Vendeen moved to kneel between her thighs. His cock went right to her pussy, as if drawn by a magnetic force. It centered on her entrance. It was all she could do to not rear back and sheath him.

  Vendeen did that himself, suddenly ramming hard and tight inside. Raven grunted with the force, but she felt no pain. All she felt was the thick ramrod of flesh rubbing with exciting demand over the most sensitive part of her sheath. It soothed the void left behind by the vibrator. It felt like her pussy was trying to suck him in even deeper. Her cry was a glad welcome.

  Vendeen pounded against her, fucking her hard. His hand circled her hips and shoved her back onto him while he simultaneously drove in. Their bodies clapped together with sharp sounds. The friction against her hot spot was merciless. Within seconds, Raven’s cries grew louder and higher pitched. Her gut was spiraling tight, coiling in on itself as it gathered for explosive release. Her pussy clutched desperately at Vendeen’s cock, holding it tight as if to prevent it from escape.

  She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back making the welts he’d left sting. Her pussy drew up tight, bright surges of elation pulsing with every thrust of the cock inside it. The surges were coming faster, lasting longer, closing in on each other. She was getting ready to come. Her body reached for it, strained to get to that moment where it was all just one glorious heaving sensation. That final pull was happening, beginning to clutch tight like a fist. The first sparkle of brightness appeared before her eyes.

  Like before when Raven had been so close to climax, Vendeen halted. His cock yanked free of her, leaving her quaking on the edge of the abyss. Her desperate scream rang through the room.

  He ignored her agony. His cock centered on her anus and pushed in. Vendeen fucked her ass every bit as enthusiastically as he had her pussy. The anal plug had left Raven well stretched, so there was only the slightest of discomfort. Certainly it hurt less than the marks he’d left all over her skin. They were beginning to truly throb, but it still only added to the excitement roiling in her gut. She was so close.

  Vendeen grunted like an animal as he rutted against her. “Who is your master?”

  “You are,” she gasped. Raven’s excitement spiked at his words and her response, aroused to give herself to him.

  “Who owns your body?” he persisted.

  “You do.”

  He moved faster and harder. The friction in her ass was somehow transmitting straight to her sex, making things coil tight until she felt something in her core begin to fray. Damn, she thought she might come from him fucking her ass.

  “Who owns this pussy and ass?”

  Raven’s voice wavered high in the air. “You own them.” Heat was definitely spilling through the wall between her two sheaths. She was going to come.

  “And you give all of yourself freely?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “You may come now.”

  He grabbed her swollen clit, rubbing it between finger and thumb. Carnal ecstasy raged through Raven’s guts, finally billowing loose from the heavy knot of her sex. Her pussy clenched tight and bulged open, drew in again and released. The muscular spasms were accompanied by molten waves of sheer elation. Raven cried out with every convulsion, shaking violently beneath Vendeen as he continued to ply her ass.

  Slowly, slowly, the pleasure bled into softer laps of bliss, leaving her womanhood fluttering. When her yells tapered into whimpered moans, Vendeen pulled free of her. He gave a soft groan, then his cockring clattered to the floor. He slid once more into her ass.

  Half a dozen desperate thrusts later, he shouted and his cock jerked. He poured into Raven’s backside until cum dripped out. They were quiet for a few minutes after that, both gasping and trembling as the last sips of erotic joy wafted away.

  With a sigh, Vendeen disengaged. He removed the spreader bar holding her legs open, and swung her up to be cradled in his arms. His black eyes were heavily lidded and his
mouth was tender with a small smile. “Into the shower, my beauty.”

  He carried her into the stall and bathed her as tenderly as a father with a newborn. Raven luxuriated in the care, though the warm water made her squirm. Her body was striped all over from the flogging, making her appear like some exotic animal. She wore Vendeen’s marks of ownership. For some reason, they made Raven feel absurdly proud.

  Vendeen dried her carefully, patting her skin in such a way as to minimize the smarts of contact with the welts he’d given her. Then he carried her back to the bed and cuddled her against him.

  Raven couldn’t understand why she should feel so content. Her skin was tender, her butt sore, and yet she would have purred if she could. Vendeen looked so pleased.

  Deciding she would be far better off not examining her emotions too closely, Raven fell asleep, nestled against the hard wall of her master’s chest.

  Chapter 14

  The sound of the room’s door opening woke Raven. She was up on her feet, putting herself between Vendeen and the door before her mind uttered one coherent thought. She relaxed as she saw it was only Daagiis coming in. He quirked a smile at her.

  “Nice stripes, tiger.”

  Raven glanced at the welts and grinned back, just in case he was trying to make her feel self-conscious. “They do flatter me.”

  Vendeen sat up, yawning and stretching lazily. “News?”

  Daagiis went to one of the chairs in the sitting area and flopped down. “We’re reaching the edge of the frontier. We’ll be there within four days.”

  Vendeen got up and rooted around in the closet. Raven followed suit and was pleased to find a decent outfit for a change, and sized perfectly for her: black trousers, boots, a blue long-sleeved pullover blouse, and a matching jacket. The clothing was well-fitted without clinging tight enough to be blatant. For once she felt modestly covered.

  As he put his own trousers, red shirt, and black jacket on, Vendeen told Daagiis, “Send a coded message to Mikroe.”

  Daagiis’ brows rose. “He’s operating in the Jito Territory now?”