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 Malice Magic (Reverse & Razzy)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Razzy, May 16, 2018.

  1. Razzy

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    Centuries had passed since women of false accusations were tortured and put to death, whether it be by stone or water there was always an experience of horror and agony to befall them before their end. Of course those were just the simplest of ways that an execution was carried out, if one were to do their research and dig deep enough they would find the grittiest and darkest manners that the people used to rid themselves of the evil. All the while, they proved to be the true evil.

    The world wasn't aware of that actual facts sadly enough, now in the modern days no one cared to imagine what Hell the women faced before their broken bodies were left to rot. People only listened to what they heard and rolled with it, not even understanding that death by fire actually cooked the lungs before the flames could even lick the body. Perhaps it was too brutal to think about in a world that had grown even more deadly, instead of hunting witches and myths humans turned to hunting each other in war and discrimination.

    Now if they were to learn about the truth, how would they react? Would they live up to their ancestors and commit genocide? It was a horrifying notion, but also rather intriguing.

    At least, to Kalina it was. Any mention of what satisfied her morbid curiosities and her friends would be shooing her away with 'unnecessary nonsense'. Such a thing won't ever happen, there was far more humanity in the world than there was in the seventeenth century. Since then witches had made sure to hide; to seek refuge among themselves and grow as the years progressed, all while the world of today never batted an eye to their existence.

    Emeralds peered down the long stretch of road as the young woman kept lost in her mind, comparing personal lessons about the witch trials to the shortened stories that were thrown around outside her village. It baffled her how the people easily allowed for the wool to be pulled over their eyes, ignoring all but what the media and society dictated. Of course there were a far number of groups who spoke out about the lies, but not quite in the way they needed to. How do you break a lie when you don't even know the truth? Magic existed, monsters existed, fuck.. maybe aliens existed. But the world wouldn't see, perhaps it never would.

    But maybe that was a good thing.

    A yawn broke Kalina's train of thought, arms stretching up into the cool overcast sky. It was the perfect weather, no sun to burn her eyes and just enough moisture in the air to keep her body cool as she walked. By then her feet were aching with tension, it had been hours since she began her journey from the neighboring town and not one car had passed while the minutes dragged by in an agonizing fashion. Usually she would hitch a ride from someone driving back to their secluded homes, those living further in the wooded area knew and kept her little secret of where she lived.

    Pulling her hair into a black mass of a bun on the top of her head, the girl stopped to adjust the waistband of her shorts before glancing back to where she had come from. If a car was on it's way in her direction it would need to turn around a bend of trees, but so far there was nothing to be seen except for all the exciting colors of the woods.

    "...Fine, I'll make it three today," She muttered under her breath before peeling off her small backpack, the decision was shortly made while she squatted down to rummage through the cluttered bag in search of a familiar orange tube. The label was peeled off, but she already knew what it contained just by eyeing the small shapes inside, "Just to help my feet, then I'll go back to having two a day tomorrow."

    Most witches left home to explore and make friends with their little pretend lives, she on the other hand left to find ways to escape while back in her room.
     
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  2. reverse

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    He was also enjoying the kindness of the clouds on a day that might have been sweltering otherwise. He'd laid outstretched here for an hour or so. The ruse was ingenious. Simple spells in unison, working together to make them inconspicuous. He had almost walked by it himself, despite looking right at it. But he'd come too far to let the onset of apathy and longing for somewhere else to dissuade him. If he tried, then the field would do its best to keep him out, too. So he decided to stay here for a while, hands behind his head, and fall into the milk of the sky.

    Strata was young for his ambition, and he had the perfect skin to match. Brown eyes and dark hair. He was beautiful because witches are. His bloodline was a project. There had been an object that would only adhere to a woman's skin. An object like a beast, that would give its queen the ability to leech power from any of her magic cohorts. A decease for the hearts that made up a coven, really. It was inherently deceitful, the trinket. But it had a purpose for the persecutors. So a line of faithful to the cause of eradicating and torturing those who had Craft had been given the holy mission of taking proven witches against their will, until a male child was produced. He, in turn, would find another witch, and so on.

    Eventually the magic was potent, though latent. Strata had been the one, born from a loving mother who'd suffered his inclinations when he came of age. You could not have an unbroken line of savages without it reflecting in the pivotal son. The artifact had married him, and coiled in his blood. A simple cuff on one brow, unremarkable in design. It made his already cruel, beautiful features more wicked. He was something thorny, made to lure you in. His personality was somewhat similar, and that was why he'd waited for someone to come along instead of draining the barrier itself.

    He sat up, and smiled at the young woman. "Ah, hello." he said and stood to brush himself off. A towering lad, all his limbs were spears and all his smiles were weapons. He aimed a particularly disarming one at her as he approached, hands in his pockets to seem inconspicuous, as though he could ever be. Handsome men are dangerous, however they were raised. Eventually, one set of fingers had to leave the black denim comfort to be offered as a gesture of budding familiarity. "Strata." he said and let his head fall to the side, the cuff gleaming despite the lack of direct sunlight.

    "I am kind of thirsty. Would you mind inviting me into your town?" there was nothing around of course, but that was by their design. Despite he friendly demeanor, Strata had given away that he knew about her family and friends. He was sure she wouldn't take the hand so he ran it through his thick hair. It still fell back into his dark eyes. "Do you have anything to drink there?" he asked as he moved closer, another circle of intimacy broken. "I particularly favor witches blood. I have a tall glass every morning."

    He parted his naturally lewd mouth and dragged his tongue in a circle around the edges, painting his red lips in a suggestive gloss. This girl was scrumptious. He wondered what her she'd feel like, stretched out on his cock. Would she wail or quietly suffer? The magic in his blood could probably make her nerves sing a song her spine would try not to hear. "Comon now. Show me in."
     
  3. Razzy

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    Chemicals coursing through the young woman's blood weighed down the air in her head, but her feet no longer screamed and her body felt the longing comfort of peace. Had she been shivering before taking her dose? She didn't remember, and it didn't matter. Nothing mattered when there was ecstasy leaching onto every never of her body, sure it made her stumble at times but at least her smile had returned. Perhaps it was best that no cars had passed with the offer of a ride, Kalina was on top of the world while walking through the freedom of the woods. Such a thing made her wonder if that was how her twin sister had felt, before taking the leap and running off into the world. There was a man involved, or perhaps four, she' couldn't keep track any longer.

    It was almost as if he knew exactly where she would turn, flower printed flats stepped into the grass with a bit of a stumble due to physical unbalance. The witch exhaled with a breath that felt too long and lifted her hand to caress her temple, trying to reach a point of her high where she could actually move without looking like a moron. Before she opened her squinted eyes the voice greeted her, almost sounding like the echo of a hallucination while her brain swam with intensity. But there it was, the gentle shift of movement in the grass before her while something rose and broke the stillness of the air. Or rather, someone.

    Eyes snapped open followed by a pained grimace, even with the overcast sky holding back sunlight her enlarged pupils were still so sensitive. On instinct she stepped back, vision blurred but still fighting to get a good look at the stranger. He gave his name, then mention of her town? No, not her town. Not her town that had been hidden for centuries, she shook off the paranoia and darted her gaze to a thick line of trees beyond their meeting place. Branches and wood weaved so perfectly around each other, nearly constructing a wall of nature which no man had even bothered a thought of crossing. Not that they could, the curse placed at the line was to direct curious mind to other places.

    No, this had to be a mistake. Maybe a cruel and thoughtless prank by a friend who knew what she was, even though no cars had passed there was a chance they had left before she did. Kalina laughed even after the mention of Strata drinking witches blood, it was a nervous flutter of a sound that she herself couldn't comprehend. He had gotten closer but she couldn't remember when, again her head was spinning.

    "You guys are fucks.." crossing her arms over the sheer blue blouse which only served to cover a bikini top, she pouted out a lip and turned her attention back to the road, "Did Aaron send you to freak me out? Where is the douche bag..."

    It was in her mind state of diluted thinking that Kalina ignored the warning signs, for one her friends never drove out during the day. And secondly, none of them knew of the ancient trees which served as the gateway to her home and where they were located. False hopes for the small minded, her thoughts stretched beyond limits yet when cornered she seemed to close herself off and reach for the nearest conclusion.
     
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    He was left to watch her struggle with an upright existence. This was no spell or magical trance. Witches were also people, and even the most formidable spell-weavers had weaknesses in their sentimental quilt. This, however, was not as inspiring as coming across a woman who was at least the master of her own gait. Strata took his hand back to rub the back of his neck instead. There had been some documented mention of Kalina and the younger rats having inclinations toward more festive libations. He could sympathize. He supposed he could work with this.

    "We are." Fucks. He moved closer within the time she was fixed on the road. Her cross of arms did nothing to deter him. He eyed her over. She dressed appropriately for the heat, which meant she'd made her skin available to him. He was allowed, and expected, to take freedoms on this mission, and he was going to honor that. Might as well start with this pliable, supple thing. The yellow in his brown eyes caught the glare of a sun that wasn't there. Withes, for all their uses, really shone when they were being impaled by flesh. He'd often thought that was how magic found people, by choosing the prettiest and most susceptible to forced intimacy. In the persecutor halls, they were often referred to as cock-cloth.

    "Aaron's not involved yet." He answer simply as he stroked her shoulder, and carefully lifted that top so he could inspect the real color of her stomach. He started pulling the shirt further up and waited with justification for her to lift her locked arms so he could rid her of the see- through article. "I was hoping to make a quiet entrance first, but I suppose bringing you in on my shoulder will be effectual, also." he laughed to himself at the thought and then tilted his head in expectation. She'd not submitted her arms for raising, yet.

    The silver cuff holding on to his left brow hummed with its cowardly, ballistic power, which bled out in blue veins toward the closest eye, filling the sclera with green threads that eventually invaded the iris. The young ones might not have been told of the missing artifacts, or specifically about the Traitor's Talisman, but the trinket recognized the power in the sprouting witch, and wanted it. Even through her haze of celebratory effects and conjured endorphins, she should see that the lights on his face were not human, or benevolent.

    If she persisted with her resistance to her own violation, he would swiftly put a hard fist to her stomach, and watch her crumble so he could put his palm on her chest, and start leeching her power, other hand at her the hem of her shorts. He'd already tried the Talisman on one of their prisoners. She'd gone mad in starvation in the wake of her birthright. Everyone had a different relationship to their power, but they all suffered when it was taken away. "You'll be my key to your witches village."
     
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  5. Razzy

    Razzy hearts at war Member

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    With her hopes of everything being nothing but a prank crashing to the ground beneath her feet, Kalina continued to stare at the empty road as if she wanted to refuse the idea of turning back. Keep the image of the stranger out of sight, and perhaps he will fade from existence along with her medical induced hallucinations. It was then she felt absolute worry, this was not a situation that the young woman had ever seen herself thrown into. Wishing that her intoxicated friends would pop up from the horizon would solve nothing, not when she could begin to feel the real danger so close to where she stood.

    He touched her, and then she turned to immediately rear back from the feeling of his hands. So tightly her arms remained crossed as she wouldn't loosen them, even when her muscles began to groan to the tension. Fear, was this what she felt as it struck through her high and brought her mind back to reality? Her eyes could have been bright enough to glow then, finally focusing on the handsome face that mocked the safety of the woods. Strata's gaze caught her attention with a mixture of confusion and dread, locking her in her spot as she took in the image of the unnatural color of his eyes. What was he? Not human, he couldn't be..

    Body shivering and skin prickling, she reacted in a more defensive manner once feeling his hands grace the soft skin of her stomach. A sting bit her palm as she slapped his touch away, all while a push of energy seemed to send the air to collide and push him back. It was weak, as a witch she barely practiced in her training and took to the comforts of drugs and her dream world. A dream world that she could have been floating in at that very second.

    "You will leave," The raven haired witch forced her stare to harden, placing a mask of intimidation upon her gentle features to enhance her serious tone. She didn't do well with confrontation and it showed, just a weak little girl trying to face the monster in her nightmares. Again she took a step back, eyes shooting to the line of trees just as her footing shifted with intentions of walking around him. She wouldn't speak of her village, no matter how many times he threw out the word 'witches'. They wanted danger out and for their barrier to remain unknown, if any harm were to come their way the magic would simply take them away until the world forgot once more. But this was not the one, there was only one to placed himself between her and salvation.
     
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    He gasped, feigning respect when she slapped his hand away. He took it back to rub where her little punishment had landed. His dark eye - still untouched by the green spell from the cuff in his eyebrow - held the smile that originated on his lips. The left orb was being overtaken by the cuff's green, and veins were spreading with the unholy craft over his face. Half of his beauty was afflicted with the effect, now. Angry little girl, through the fog of her self-prescribed medicines.

    Her push of magic was almost refreshing, since the Traitor's Talisman swallowed what could have been painful about her attack. Strata flexed the fingers of his offended hand as he listened to her command. It was good to try the artifact on a wild witch instead of the ones they kept locked up. "I don't think I will, Kalinda. Not in a long while." he informed her. A very pointed chill targeted her body, the Talisman's touch, looking to extract and feed off her witches right.

    He moved forward quickly. She was in no condition to preform at her best, physically, and it wasn't like she would have been at challenge in peak condition, anyway, even with her mental properties firing at all cylinders. He backhanded her brutally, aiming for the energy of the loud slap to throw her head and body over, so he could stand by her, and look down at her in the grass. If she somehow dodged in her hazy dream, he was still protected by the starving aura provided by the cuff.

    It was all to motivate her. He wanted to see her fight, so he could teach her that it was useless. Witch young and human young are mostly the same in that they are all full of unjustified attitude and an overwhelming need to rebel. She would get the chance to show him that, so he could wrench the hubris and sense of individuality out of her. "What's the matter, witchling? Are you going to make it this easy for me?" he taunted as he looked her over with disapproval. "At least make it worth my trip."

    She had been taught to be afraid all her life, but he was going to do her the favor of poisoning her with the confidence that comes with anger. Reckless and powerful, but in the end without value in the face of his unfair advantages. He was going to feed everything that glowed in her to the Talisman.
     
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  7. Razzy

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    She could taste the malice in the air while trying to dodge around him, shaken by the cruelty of the veins which distorted a face that seemed so easy to look upon moments ago. Kalina's heart was racing, pumping the remnants of toxin faster through her body as she was then only dizzy and sickly feeling from her high. There was a spell to cleanse and sober the body, but of course she didn't know it. Even when she finally found her facing the enemy, the girl was clueless. Pain spiked through something that lurked deep inside of her, tearing through her body and into a piece of herself that wasn't physical. She didn't know what it was, even with the numbing affects of her beloved baby blue tabs.

    What would her coven sisters do? All contained such gifts, from summoning spirits of the dead to creating realistic illusions, even the newest to her teachings could bend the woods to her will at a certain degree. Still weak, but not as much as Kalina. She was a basic witch, one that held no special talents. One that would easily be forgotten years after her life faded.

    But that still didn't change her attitude. Even when he struck and sent her to collapse on the lush grass littered with stone, even while his taunts rained down like venom to piece her defenses, the young woman still mustered a spiteful glare and pushed herself to kick away from where he stood. Her senses seemed to be under water, all voices and sounds muffled while her movements felt slow and resisted. Such a horrible feeling, to feel terror among the mist of a chemical embrace.

    "Shut up and go fuck yourself.." Foul words from a fixated attitude, Kalina once again stared up into his eyes and exhaled softly with attempted concentration. Blinding his eyes would be temporary, but should be just enough to give her time to run. Her arms reached back to pull her body along with another kick of her leg, until she decided that she was far enough to stand. Magic pulsated towards the man's eyes and struck them, aiming to bring darkness to his vision. It was unclear how well it would work, especially when her foggy brain was behind the wheel.
     
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    It was quite satisfying to see her topple from the hand he'd sent down. She didn't look out of place under him. They never did. Such haughty attitude for a powerless runt. He followed when she tried to kick to get some distance between them. It didn't even go as well as he expected, for her. Drugged-up, she really stacked the deck against herself. Despite the impressive threat she tried to wear, he could see the presence of terror under the young skin. It inspired him.

    His brows raised in mock surprise when she flung her insult. There was real fascination, though, when he saw her sink into herself to gather the properties of her meager power. He waited for it pointedly, and watched the tendrils stretch between them. He'd seen this spell before, and didn't summon the help of the Talisman right away. Strata blinked when it struck his eyes, and reveled in the darkness. It was all that it could be, a glorified blindfold. It was like sampling a cut before you bought the whole pig.

    He heard her shuffle and then had the cuff suck that little spell from his eyes, something the artifact was eager to do, since his left eye was the very seat of the magic, his connection to the object itself. The extraction of the weak spell was instant, and he had his sight back in time to see her standing and turn toward the would-be entrance of her home. He reached out to hook one arm around her neck to pull her spine into his chest. He wrapped tightly around her throat as he smelled hair, which had cooked in the heat of the day. He was looking forward to the ungraceful oils and her sweat.

    "I think fucking is better done together." he said and punched her in her kidney, hard, and would help her to her knees if that took the air out of her. His other hand would sneak under her top again, to find a tit in its cup. "You were in a position to protect your friends and family. But you failed." he said and stuck his tongue in her ear, squeezing her throat tighter and digging fingers into her breasts. Those digits would employ the malice of the Traitor's Talisman and start pulling the magic out of her. It would feel like her strength was yanked from her, while it was trying to hold on to her nerves on the way out, clawing up her sensory system.
     
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  9. Razzy

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    Kalina had scurried to her feet, blood pumping in a chorus through her ears while whatever focus she could grasp was set upon escaping. She had thought there was time, that her little spell was enough to create a gap between the two. But the sudden hook around her throat that squeezed her windpipe and earned a harsh cough broke that little spark of hope.

    The sensation of his body against hers sent a spark of fright to shiver through her form, twitching her muscles which she fought and clawed at his arm. One leg lifted, set on kicking back against his kneecap with the intention of knocking him down. She wasn't much of a fighter with the little physical strength she had, but give the girl weak points to target and she most of the time wouldn't disappoint. Before she could send the heel of her shoe back she heard his voice again, breathing so close to her ear that he was awarded with another tremble. And then she saw stars.

    Through the pressure of her eyes as she was limited to air, hot flashes burned through the sky as she threw her head back to the sharp pain in her kidney. The witch tried to gasp but couldn't, her cries cut short by the little breath she had. Her knees buckled to the surging pain, nearly making her forget about the hard chest that never broke contact with her body. Her knees made contact with the sharp rocks in the grass but remained there, the sting that bit her flesh was nothing to the screams of her nerves. "Stop.." It was a weak and soft sound, exhaling with what little breath she could before her throat was further constricted. Hands flew up once more to try and pull him off, the need to breathe far more important that the assault that had began under her top.

    She was in agony, both physically and mentally as exhaustion began to grip her. A combination of pain, heat, and needles surged along Kalina's flesh and muscles with such intensity that she couldn't think of anything else. Again she choked out for him to stop, giving one last twist of her body with the pathetic attempt to escape him. It was pointless, but all she could do before her arms fell with little strength at her sides.
     
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    He had seen her leg raise and thought it was pitiful how her one potentially viable weapon had been hindered by just his voice. Maybe he was doing the witches a favor by having at this one. She wasn't even worth whatever room they'd dealt her. At least she trembled beautifully. Like all the sisters before her, she was going to be a perfect sleeve for his cock. Her cheek brushed his nose when her head dropped back from his punch. He watched the side of her face as they fell together. Her distress was stunning. She moved her lips like a fish, but there was no sound to indicate her lungs got what they needed.

    "You're doing so good." he said when she found some more motivation for her hands and arms. His cock swelled through his jeans and against her back when she said the little word that was supposed to make him reconsider. At least she was good enough to let his hand have at her body under her clothing. He breathed deep into her ear at her last attempt to verbally persuade him, and then moved with the toss of her body. He moaned into her hair when her arms finally hung down. It was her way of asking him to have her.

    He pulled the bra down a little, so he could hold a handful of her soft hill, squeezing hard while the dark magic used the contact to continue draining her pathetic amount of power. What was she thinking, inside her now defeated shell, when she felt his cock pressing against her? They might have looked like familiars, intimate, entangled like this in this hide-away eden. They were, in a sense. What is more intimate than someone drinking someone else's strength? When the artifact had lapped up her sad resource of energy, it started draining her life as well. He withdrew the aggressive spell before it could kill her, but made sure she'd be well fucked up before he let her fall to the grass.

    "Well, shit, Kalina." he muttered and wiped his lip, veins retreating into the cuff on his brow. "You weren't worth much, were you?" he asked and blinked, his golden brown eyes matching again. He didn't need the Talisman to do what he meant to, next. He started peeling the shorts off her hips and would be throwing them to the side soon. "I bet they don't let you do any of the heavy lifting in there." he nodded to the obscured entrance as he ripped her flimsy top open, one of her tits still expose over the pulled down bra. "You fuck yet?" he asked and pulled the bra off as well. It took three incredibly violent yanks, which lifted her torso every time, leaving her head to fall back to the green, rough mattress.
     
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  11. Razzy

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    She felt his hand as it squeezed at her breast, unaware what the contact was doing to her energy. The weakening sensation was becoming overwhelming, making her heavy and leaving the girl to slump back against him. In doing so she took notice in the hard bulge that stabbed into her back, a small croak of a gasp left her parted lips in the midst of her struggle for air. But even so, her lungs were working slowly then. Fighting to even heave in the smallest of breaths while her strength was leaving her. It was no secret how his body was reacting to her defeat, and while she had never been taken against her will before she was no virgin. At least she had that going for her, how much more of a tragedy would it be to have her virtue ripped away as well?

    Falling to the grass she didn't move, only closing her eyes while the sweet taste of air swept down her released throat. It shocked her lungs, making them spasm and rejecting the amount of oxygen with a few heavy coughs. Kalina still felt the pain from the punch and allowed for the cool grass to eased her, only until he began to speak again and tug at the waist of her shorts. The fabric slipped down and her eyes opened, dulled by the erased power. She made no movement to stop the removal of her clothing, even as the tugging of her bra violently pulled at her torso there was no strength in her being while it attempted to grasp the concept of having no magic coursing through it. More so it was a shock, a feeling that could no be described as she merely looked in on what was happening to her body.

    But then, as silk fabric of her bra tore and fully exposed the beauty of her body to him, she laughed. It was a soft but noticeable enough as her body gently shook, a light laughter with wheezes of breath while her lungs struggled to cooperate. Who would have known that she would be the one out of the twins to be raped? Her sister was so much a slut that she would have teased and lured him in deeper as she did with other men. But she had gone, left to explore the world with whatever guy caught her eye until she grew bored of them. She laughed for it was her that was caught up in this mess, any other one of her coven sisters would have been able to defend themselves better. Even their prized white witch in all of her timidness would have managed to have a wasp fly into his throat. She laughed because it felt better than crying, because she finally felt as empty as she always believed herself to be.

    "You're so dead.." She heaved in a breath through her giggles, if anyone else would have seen they would have thought her mad. In truth it was just her mind crashing down, tasting the raw pathetic outcome of her life. Or maybe she had gone mad, just a tad bit.
     
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    Her listless body was his prize. Pretty, resigned laughter. He he was always looking for their desperation, but he though he might like it more when they gave up. Each of them had their own tragedy, and he liked to be both the architect and the object of it. Even her breathing was attractive in its flawed intake and outlet. He stroked her cheek, not to comfort, but to encourage her onset of madness. She laid there, waiting for the next part of her claiming.

    Her words fueled his ego, and he was longing to prove her wrong. It was easy enough to produce his eager member. Unfair, because he didn't deserve any physical blessing given his heritage, but the length that swayed from him was as impressive as it was vulgar, all the same. He touched her neck again, almost lovingly, and stroked the belly of his member onto her pelvic hill. He pulled back, until the dark crown of his girhty weapon settled to lick her folds and kiss her entrance.

    If someone had come from the village's hidden gates then, they'd see him spear her. It was a short intrusion at first, to bulge her divided mound and introduce the round of the tip. Strata held her legs to him, around his hips, to get a better angle for her defenseless taking. He reveled in her heat, a far more oppressive and many times more invited summer. Trying new witches was like trying to be a new man, every so often. He continued to hide himself in her, higher in her belly with more applied pressure.

    It was more of a formality to have her this way. He wouldn't be a real marauder and she wouldn't have felt truly victimized if they couldn't sample each other like this. It was how a persecutor in his bloodline greeter her kind. Not that the labor wasn't also very rewarding. She was a perfect hostess, even though accommodations were snug. Painfully young, wasn't that he term? "I don't feel dead." he answered her at last as he started pushing her over the field and its little rocks in a hastier fashion.
     
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    The laughter left in soft waves, not even hitching in tone as she felt his hand brushed her cheek. She felt his body so close yet couldn't feel the warmth, all that her nerves allowed to endure was the anguish of it all. There was no fighting back, not when she could go unconscious at any moment. If this was her punishment for being such a weak little thing, then she saw no purpose in continuing to display what strength she lacked.

    Kalina turned her gaze up to the clouded sky, her moment of madness dimming to leave her as still as a doll. Porcelain, fragile, just as she had always been. She tried to ignore the feeling his length against her, the girth that would have been troublesome to think about. Others that she had been with were not so impressive, all she could do was hope that he would tear her apart. But so far, hope was not on her side today.

    A gasp rose her chest as he slipped into her, forcing past unwilling walls which held no arousal to the moment. Her legs tightened around his waist before beginning to move, though slowly as a small amount of fight rose from instinct of the intrusion. Further he pushed, and the more her limbs willed themselves to move. Hands tore into the grass underneath, cutting flesh with rocks but it couldn't be felt. Nothing but the sensation of delicate muscles stretching and giving way to Strata could be felt, and she closed her eyes tightly with the refusal to even see his face, "When they find out.. you will.."
     
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    He thought it was punishment enough to have to endure such a delicious cunt. "At least try to relax. You're being kind of clingy." he said and sighed with accomplishment as he started an even pace in her. It was by no means an endeavor toward her comfort, but he wouldn't have minded if she helped with some moist. Eventually he stayed mostly out of her, and let spit roll off his lower lip to crash on his hot base. He was awakened from his lonely game when she engaged her legs and tried her hands at her ground.

    "They will want their turn?" he suggested and gripped her neck again. There was a reason for her delicate build, and he assumed it was for his convenience. Light squeezes only. Her compromised state was close enough to her conclusion. He supposed her was in love with the aestethics of it, in the end, keeping her head in place while straightening her body with his other limb. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, stroking his stretchy muscle close to her swallow, and pulling it out of her mouth triumphantly slow. "You'll recover, girl." he promised her.

    His hips started hitting her harder, and the pebbles underneath would rattle against her back as she was pushed further along the grass. He breathed with appreciation to his own saliva, now dressing the walls of her tautly wrung tunnel. It was becoming rather quaint, fucking her. Strata was as violent as their introduction had suggested, and lifted himself far by resting his palm on her throat, and that let him slam hard into her until he found that edge of pleasure, and died on it, willingly.

    He sighed with athletic determination after, and pulled out with as much romance as he'd introduced himself. Like he'd promised, she was over his shoulder soon, and he walked toward the coiling bushes and the greenery. He shook her slightly, where she hung, defenseless on him. Then he put his hand through the wall of leafs and had the Talisman drink up the barrier - enough for him to step through. He entered the town that was supposed to be a safe haven. He was a wolf, come to see them, with one of theirs, broken, as cargo.
     
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    The lack of arousal made it painful for her, but Kalina didn't care as she focused on sparks of light behind her eyelids. So much hurt at that point, and with no energy she couldn't even numb the pain. Hell, she used pills for less agonies. In the back of her mind she tried to escape, blocking out the painful intrusion while trying to grasp what had happened for her to lose her powers. Or was she under a spell? No, she couldn't feel anything. All she could gather was that she felt broken, shattered with a large chunk of glass missing.

    Her legs tightened around him before she had time to realize the sudden shift from pain to unwanted pleasure, ripping a gasp from her mouth while her mind followed to refocus on Strata. The kiss shocked her, and her hands rose with another pathetic attempt to shove at him. However such curiosities it was while a potion of her body wished him off as her legs remained latched onto his hips. Another defense mechanism, refuse to truly believe it was rape and the trauma wouldn't be so bad in the end. Hot, forceful, hard, using her, had he been a lover it might have been perfect. Rough sex by the side of the road, it earned another sound of pleasure to escape her. Not from an emotional point, but physical. Raw, skin to skin contact that only her primal being accepted.

    She grasped at the hand on her throat, felt his speed increased to urge her slick muscles to tighten, and then whimpered when he pumped a portion of himself into her. It was over, yet only in reality. Kalina knew that this moment would last much longer in her mind, and her legs finally slumped down to join the exhaustion of her body. Somehow another giggle rose, a reminder of her not so stable mind. It blocked the onset of tears, the piercing stab of it all. And then, she saw black.

    It had been only a couple minutes of being hauled onto Strata's shoulder until she finally came to, confused and dazed while needing time to remember the situation. The young woman groaned and dug her fingers into the muscles of his back, but still nothing happened. No magic, nothing. "What did you do to me?" She gasped, her body becoming to drift out of it's shocked state upon being drained. The familiar sounds of branches and leaves splitting apart filled her ears, and then she struggled further, "Don't..!!"

    But she knew he wouldn't listen, of course he wouldn't. Terror overran the torture of having him inside of her, yet her body still remained too weak for anything to make an impact. She watched the ground at he carried her past the gateway of parted trees, the dirt and stone slowly giving way to lush grass shadowed by old trees and tall plants. A shaky breath drew in, tasting the clear air where the others were protected in their own little sanctuary. Were.

    The sky remained overcast with gentle droplets of rain tapping upon the rooftops of the small village. Cottages had upgraded over the many years into homes of sturdy material, crafted with the aid of magic and hand. It was a land for women, for witches, who lived among themselves and practiced in the arts. They weren't savages, the world was no secret and they were urged to explore it. Only a few had taken that privilege though, including Kalina's twin sister. She would have followed; should have followed, but home was home. Comfort. Peace. And soon disturbed to unknown levels. There were rare times that a male witch had the opportunity of entering, yet only by the command of the High Witch of the coven. During Vivian's life time that had yet to happen however, the only times she had seen men was during her many trips into the nearest town.

    She enjoyed the fluttering kisses of rain, allowing for it to grace her neck after pulling aside dirty blonde hair. There was a light about her even on the cloudiest of days, and held a smile that could weaken the hearts of many. Dear sweet Vivian, she held no thoughts while glancing up to the intrusion upon their boundaries. Hazel eyes speckled with hints of gold watched with confusion as the man came into view, then widened upon noticing the nude figure draped over his shoulder. She stood while in the middle of a conversation with another woman, leaving against the porch railing of her home.

    "Who.." The blonde couldn't make out the female at first glance, but a breeze catching black hair to drift to the side reeled her confusion back. It clicked in her mind that Kalina had yet to return from her trip into town, turning worry into fear. Her blue summer dress shifted as she began to rush towards the steps of her red brick home, but a hand jerked her back after the other woman had reached up to quickly grab her. Appearing a few years older than Vivian's twenty year old self, the woman stood and kept a hard sapphire stare on Strata's approach. He shouldn't be there, something that the innocent thing beside her failed to realize during her surprise.
     
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    He had quite liked when her legs assured him that he was doing well with forcing himself on her. If he had meant to, then he could probably have convinced her body to like him. Someone as new as Kalina might have mistaken that for something else. With the dramatic breath she'd let out when his hand found her neck and squeezed adoringly, he could have said she was a real woman - and he'd know a few, that way. The breaking Kalina laughed shortly after, with his seed soaking in her tell-tale juices, and he thought she was beautiful, falling apart.

    He was already wearing her when she stirred to life again. It was hard not to laugh in pity when he felt her fingertips try their long gone trick. He'd already slurped that small power out of her. "I took your worries away. No reason for hiding, anymore." he said with a chipper tone. It of course meant she didn't have to stay here, either, and was essentially and forever out of place. Men like Strata worried about very little, and it kept their faces pretty and their minds clear. He turned his head to kiss her buttcheek when she protested where they were going. It did little to dissuade him.

    His red lips were almost at an upward bend when he stepped onto their safe ground. Rain here, pleasant, and houses that seemed practical and homely. A nest of foul-blooded wielders, unfolding finally. His hand came up to clap Kalina's behind once, a loud sound. How vulgar, the handsome stranger lugging their undressed girl around like she was a rabbit, shot and handled. Her youthful skin was taking on the pearls of the gentle downpour, and the rainwater was gathering in the scratches on her back from the pebbles against which she had been fucked.

    His careless manner left his features so they could soak in wicked. He felt the scents of their myriad powers assault him like walking into a flower garden. An adorable girl with her darkened, blonde strands tried to run, and then a blue-eyed, steelier witch held her back. Like a green spring had come too soon, and been kept by a stormier iteration the the budding season. Starta was drawn to the fear and moved over to them, wolf's face apparent on the beautiful shadows around his forming smile. The blonde was right to be frightened.

    He shrugged and let Kalina fall to the guardian's feet. He couldn't help but look at the recovering brunette as she was starting to recoup her human strengths, but never her magical prowess, again. He'd just had a wonderful session with the girl who'd spiced herself with ecstasy, but could already imagine himself trying out this innocent looking one. He bet she would be taut too. And what would her power taste like? Emerald fire flashed under his skin, between his left brow and eye.

    "Excuse me, Blondie." he asked as Kalina laid splayed between them, pelted by the patient rain. "You look like a smart girl, running away and all." A hard, dark eye back at the sapphire pair that had tried to slow the girl down, and then his attention was back on the blonde. "Do you know where I can find the head witch of this here haven? I have a hankering for some magic." The Traitor's Talisman flared then, internal flames taking over the side of his forehead, too, giving him a ghoulish appearance. With his applied heterochromia, he would look like a most exotic reaper, come to visit them.

    His hand reached for the girl's face. How unfair to be a pleasant looking man with all the dangers that can quiver a girl's stomach, to present himself to her like an intriguing nightmare, while thinking of nothing but her energy, cunt and demise. "Or would you like to submit yours first, as an appetizer?" how many men had she met in her life? And how many stories had she heard about the persecutors?
     
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    Kalina winced to his short attention on her ass, not wanting to be touched any longer by his hands. The rain stung her damaged back but she bit back against hisses of pain, an easy feat while her mind already spun with questions with what he meant. He took her worries away? What worries, her magic? She was stunned and worried, how could such a thing even happen? Her drowsy thoughts were broken by a familiar voice in the distance, and her body instantly struggled.

    Sprawled out onto the grass of the home, the dark haired witch stared up through the rain at the brick home. It belonged the woman holding back Vivian, the one witch that many of them focused on protecting and shielding away. White witches were a rarity, and when pure they were a an angel among them. If one of her kind were to darken and fall, it would be chaos. A nightmare, just like the last who lost her wings. She cringed as the girl called her name once more, but then balled her weakened fists up as Strata turned his attention on her.

    Again she tried to hurry towards Kalina, but the woman held a tight grip on Vivian's arm which allowed her to go no closer. She wanted to help her; to hold her close and carry her inside to care for her, but when her eyes turned up to the man as he spoke her heart nearly stopped. Terror flew over her delicate features when seeing the transformation of the talisman on his face, forcing her to step back and press against the door of the home. So suddenly their peace was cut short, her happy little mind couldn't take the awful surprise.

    "What did you do?" Vivian breathed, chest heaving and sending her large bust to shift underneath the lightweight dress. She was a few inches shorter than Kalina's average height, but held wider curves that often made it hard to believe she had never been touched. The other beside her stepped forward, forcing the blonde out of view from him as the blue eyes remained in a hardened glare. Energy wrapped around Strata's throat, aiming to choke him of air until collapsing. "You will be touching no one else, our coven mother will have you dead for this.." A small lie, needed to try and hold up their defenses. While they couldn't kill with their magic, there was always physical attacks that held no difference towards their energies.
     
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    Kalina's eyes turned to the innocent, initially helpful girl with such trust. This light creature was a beacon for them, then. With his first conquest on the ground like an unwanted offering to the naive witch, who's name Kalina tried to say like a prayer, Strata buried his heels. A dog, not a wolf, putting a sacrifice down for her to take, with plans to rip it away and run with it, to continue the game. Kalina had always only been an aesthetic piece to make his entrance more memorable. She looked the part now, stripped and helpless, barely fit to soak up the rain.

    Vivian, Kalina had breathed. She was the real thing. A white witch according to prosecutor records. He was excited to scare her and she did not disappoint with the fine features of her face deepening in fear. His planted soles shifted when his legs bent, ready to send him off over Kalina's nude frame. Vivian's sudden onset of fright had awakened more than the power of the Talisman in him. It was unfair that Vivian had been born with such a suggestive composition.

    To the onlookers there would be little doubt he'd come to disrupt their safety. Towering man with his malicious magic held on his face, up his temples and in under the line of his hair. The slow flames of the green spell were standing off his scalp now, like the prongs of a floating jade crown. This village had eluded his predecessors, but they'd not had his technological advantages, or the full adherence of the Talisman. Again Vivian's guarding came between them, and it made Strata very excited.

    The viscous protector demanded his attention. He kept his body still even when she tied her spell around his neck. His cuff ate all the harmful effects of the squeezing blue band. "What did I do?" he repeated as he caressed Vivian's retreated form with his bi-color eyes again. Would she know what his look meant? Had she educated herself, with her fingers or toys, about what he wanted to do to her? In this dreary town life, wouldn't that be the most exciting thing she could think of? "Why do you ask?" he pressed. "Are you jealous? Don't worry, I'll show you soon enough." he promised before his lids stretched wide and he fell to his knees.

    His hands dug into his neck to try and widen the guardian's snare. Was his struggle giving hope to the watching town? He even let Kalina see the distress on his face where she lay as he tossed a few times before his arms went limb and his jaw dropped, the verdant fire that spelled out his power expunged. The only thing left on him glowing was the choker from the blue-eyed woman. An old ruse. And when she came to inspect her success he would spring to life, his half formed green crown flaring on his features and over his head once more. Standing he'd wrap her neck in retaliation, in his fingers, and shove digits from his other hand through her lips and down her throat to give the Talisman free reign to drink up whatever magic she had, along with her physical power before he tossed her aside. While he'd left Kalina alive for his cock, the guardian would be gray, dead unless she could avoid any stage of his attack. If he'd managed to fell the guard, there would bee nothing between himself and the white witch pressed against her door.

    "Now, Vivian. Don't tell me you're not going to give me the same warm welcome Kalina here did? You look like you were born and raised to be fucked, actually." He stepped closer to the scrumptious prize, reaching bloodied fingers toward her. If she didn't get away, he'd pain her cheekbone in blood from her guards tongue, and start tasting her magic.
     
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    Poor Vivian's eyes remained wide, glued on his horribly threatening face as his perverted stare gripped her. She didn't want to know what he was thinking, all she knew that it was time to flee just as the others would want. With a slow shake of her head she was speechless to his questions, body trembling against the wooden door behind her. His appearance was horrifying, a nightmare pulled into reality to destroy all sanity. It was a struggle to not close her eyes, to block away the horrid vision.

    In the time he grabbed her friend, the blonde witch had laced her fingers around the handle of the door. She could sense others nearby, their powers thickening in the air as many approached slowly to witness the beginning of chaos that would tear through their peace. But her eyes remained on Strata, watching as he tore his hand down her throat and drained her of all that she was. Vivian wanted to scream and grieve for the life that was suddenly taken before her, eyes swelling with tears dragging back to the man once he turned his attention on her.

    Trees around the house began to rock slowly, leaves falling upon the home and yard yet no wind could be felt. The violence could be felt by foot, tremors caused by writhing roots as the plants radiated the crack of terror that had torn through the white witch. He reached for her, fingers slick with crimson from the deed he had just committed. The scent of copper drifted toward her as a last reminder of the woman.

    "No.." She inhaled a sob of denial before swinging the door open, just enough for her to slip inside before the heavy panels of wood slammed shut behind her. It locked instantly, just as the branches of the trees lowered down to trap Strata where he stood. Skeletal hands of bark and green grabbed at him, stabbing into the Earth around his feet in an attempt to cage him in.

    Kalina fear had increased to seeing the death of the witch that had placed herself in front of Vivian, if her attention was draw back to the blonde instantly she perhaps would have screamed to the corpse beside her. Struggling up to her knees she held her arms around her breasts, her body was still tired but not enough to leave her paralyzed.

    A couple other women ran up from behind the fallen raven haired girl, smothering her body with a blanket before yanking her up. Making sure she was on two feet they reared back to Vivian's magic working on encasing their attacker, but of course that's all it was. Magic.
     
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    It was giving him good fuel to see the fated girl tremble. Poor thing, saturated in exactly what he meant to soak her in. She was their leader, but she knew somewhere inside her little belly, above the cunt he was going to bend open and invade, that she was chanceless. The guard bought her enough time to hide away, and he licked his fingers, dressed in throat's blood and bile, when the door closed. The world was offering to be his opponent instead, the way it quaked and rattled. The two colors of his eyes scanned around for nature, erupting.

    He saw the wooden limbs reach for him, and looked fascinated before he looked anticipatory. Hubris plentiful and healthy, he held his arms out as he stared at Kalina. She was helped up, wrapped like the left-overs she'd become, as he was slowly wound in the fantastical trick Vivian had called upon. He stood there, planted into the ground itself, by the structures that had moved from their old sleep to help the white witch. Branches had circled his throat just like the dead guard's magic, and climbed up to wrap his powerful eye. He was a Cyclops looking at his first victim.

    "You don't know what I can do." he said to the gaggle of wielders come between him and the house. "But you know the form of my magic." Flames poked through the vines around his head. "It is verdant fire, as you can see." One of the sisters fell, already, like her soul had been pulled. Her portion of his prison turned to ash and let out a tongue of fire. Now that arm was free. It reached for them ominously. "And you try to hold me back with this?" he asked, almost disappointed as the Talisman yanked the life and heart out of a woman's chest. She must have been the foremost holder, then, because her heart, which had left a gaping cavern, had little tree roots around it where it laid by his feet. She fell limp, dumb, to eat the puddle that caught her. The rest of his shackles started to burn too. With the rain the smoke smelt intimate.

    When he moved toward them, long slow steps, his prison became cinder behind him, billowing like he was born out of a thunder cloud. Ashes still held on to his face and the fire that clung around his dragon eye underlined their mistake. They'd put a coat of unmade particulates around an already daunting figure. His tongue cleaned his lips of soot. The woman closest to Kalina, who'd brought the blanket, gargled when evanescence left her, shooting out like ink mixes into water, toward him. Her life and magic collided into him and it beat more dust out of his clothes. His eyebrows lifted, like he'd understood something.

    "Mother." he said and pointed, and a woman fell in the militia that was trying to close around him. "Sister, friend." two more lost their muscle strength and fell heedlessly on their faces. His arms were out again, but this time there were no branches to hold him back. The rain was cleaning his face. A woman who'd come but not taken an aggressive stance was lifted from below by branches grown from the ground. They'd taught him their trick now, and she suffered for it as she screeched while the wooden spears lifted and parted her legs and crept under her skirts. Soon she convulsed and then she stilled, a lonely spear protruding out of her mouth, having found its way through her. Strata bit his teeth in arousal to see the unfortunate woman penetrated to death. He shrugged eventually and twisted back toward the door.

    "How many more are going to die before You let me in?" he asked and then went passed Kalina, who was no threat. His shoulder crashed into hers to see her fall. Strata knocked on the door politely. "Please Vivian. You're being very discourteous, letting your townsfolk die like this. Let me in. Let's have tea. Let's talk."
     
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