Anxiety builds up in anticipation of the pain that she knows will come, and then relief floods her when it finally does. Lumen presses against the gritty, stone wall for support, and twists her fingers around the rope binding her wrists. Hanging onto it like a lifeline, lest she become lost in the flux of Lucien’s cruel ministrations. Distantly, she is aware of someone moaning, someone babbling helplessly and begging for mercy. It can't be her, she refuses to accept that it's her voice pleading with the spirit.
She's so overwhelmed that she scarcely notices when the lash is taken away and replaced with the gentle caresses of ghostly fingers. He is so close that she can see the fog of her breath in the air, and if she wasn't cold before, she's absolutely freezing now as the ghost presses close against the abused flesh of her back. His brumal chill seeping through her when his member nudges between her wet folds.
“Oh gods,” Lumen gasps, grateful that Lucien is no longer interested in teasing her -- or punishing her. With one, quick thrust he’s hilted inside of her. She groans at the sensation of being filled after yearning for it for so long. Lucien’s fingers twine in her hair, yanking her backwards; her back bowing at an uncomfortable angle. His dark, merciless eyes staring down into hers as he begins to move his hips.
His other hand grips her hip hard. "As you can tell, I am as whole now as I was in life."
'Whole' isn't quite the word Lumen would choose, but words are not her strong point right now. Not when that deliciously thick cock is sliding in-and-out at an unrelenting pace. She can feel the pressure of a long-awaited orgasm start to build, and she almost sobs in gratitude when his hand leaves her hip to travel between her legs.. His dexterous fingers sliding between her folds and pressing against her clit.
The combination of his thrusts and fingers send her thoughts scattering. The world around her shifts and then explodes in a swell of pleasure so great that it almost hurts. The waves of a powerful release blooming between her legs, then billowing out to the rest of her body. Her head spins and she gasps for air, then cries out as an intense orgasm wracks her body. Amidst her cries she can hear the ghost growling behind her, this thrusts falling out of rhythm and then--
She is falling. The rope vanishing from her wrists and Lucien’s supportive hands gone. Her legs crumple beneath her as she slumps to the cold, stone floor.
The door to her bedroom flies open, and a frantic jester comes barreling into her room. “Listener! Listener Cicero heard you--” he pauses, staring at her for only a moment before he shakes himself out of his surprised stupor, “--scream.”
Lumen huffs a tired laugh at the expression on Cicero’s face. She can’t even begin to imagine how she must look at this very moment, and she’s hardly cross at him for staring. It’s not everyday that Cicero finds his Listener as naked as the day she was born, sitting in a puddle of ectoplasm, and looking as dazed as a skooma addict.
But Cicero, helpful as ever, launches into action. Yanking a blanket from her bed and wrapping it around her shoulders before helping her to her feet. He guides her to the chair in front of the fireplace, murmuring gentle encouragements and letting her lean on him for support.
Lumen slumps into the chair. “Thank you, Cicero.”
“Oh, it is no problem, Listener,” he gently brushes her messy hair away from her face. Then, he offers a sympathetic smile and says, “So… you asked him too, hmm?”
-- End --
Notes: I couldn’t resist ending this on a funny note ;) It kinda turned into more of a smutfic than a torturefic but I do hope the OP isn’t disappointed! I tried to make it as visceral as I could. I do apologize for the long delay. I had some things come up that took time away from writing.
Listener+Spectral Assassin “Voidbound” Part 6
She's so overwhelmed that she scarcely notices when the lash is taken away and replaced with the gentle caresses of ghostly fingers. He is so close that she can see the fog of her breath in the air, and if she wasn't cold before, she's absolutely freezing now as the ghost presses close against the abused flesh of her back. His brumal chill seeping through her when his member nudges between her wet folds.
“Oh gods,” Lumen gasps, grateful that Lucien is no longer interested in teasing her -- or punishing her. With one, quick thrust he’s hilted inside of her. She groans at the sensation of being filled after yearning for it for so long. Lucien’s fingers twine in her hair, yanking her backwards; her back bowing at an uncomfortable angle. His dark, merciless eyes staring down into hers as he begins to move his hips.
His other hand grips her hip hard. "As you can tell, I am as whole now as I was in life."
'Whole' isn't quite the word Lumen would choose, but words are not her strong point right now. Not when that deliciously thick cock is sliding in-and-out at an unrelenting pace. She can feel the pressure of a long-awaited orgasm start to build, and she almost sobs in gratitude when his hand leaves her hip to travel between her legs.. His dexterous fingers sliding between her folds and pressing against her clit.
The combination of his thrusts and fingers send her thoughts scattering. The world around her shifts and then explodes in a swell of pleasure so great that it almost hurts. The waves of a powerful release blooming between her legs, then billowing out to the rest of her body. Her head spins and she gasps for air, then cries out as an intense orgasm wracks her body. Amidst her cries she can hear the ghost growling behind her, this thrusts falling out of rhythm and then--
She is falling. The rope vanishing from her wrists and Lucien’s supportive hands gone. Her legs crumple beneath her as she slumps to the cold, stone floor.
The door to her bedroom flies open, and a frantic jester comes barreling into her room. “Listener! Listener Cicero heard you--” he pauses, staring at her for only a moment before he shakes himself out of his surprised stupor, “--scream.”
Lumen huffs a tired laugh at the expression on Cicero’s face. She can’t even begin to imagine how she must look at this very moment, and she’s hardly cross at him for staring. It’s not everyday that Cicero finds his Listener as naked as the day she was born, sitting in a puddle of ectoplasm, and looking as dazed as a skooma addict.
But Cicero, helpful as ever, launches into action. Yanking a blanket from her bed and wrapping it around her shoulders before helping her to her feet. He guides her to the chair in front of the fireplace, murmuring gentle encouragements and letting her lean on him for support.
Lumen slumps into the chair. “Thank you, Cicero.”
“Oh, it is no problem, Listener,” he gently brushes her messy hair away from her face. Then, he offers a sympathetic smile and says, “So… you asked him too, hmm?”
-- End --
Notes: I couldn’t resist ending this on a funny note ;) It kinda turned into more of a smutfic than a torturefic but I do hope the OP isn’t disappointed! I tried to make it as visceral as I could. I do apologize for the long delay. I had some things come up that took time away from writing.