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Fallen Angel of The Young Ones	By : chester31 Category: +1 through F > Dungeons and Dragons Views: 3584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Summary: Venger makes Sheila his concubine.

Author's Note: Originally, Chapter Five was chapter Four. This is now Chapter Four. What can I tell you? It is a work in progress.

Pen Name: D.B. Cooper/Dan Cooper brother/cousins/homosexual lovers/an incestuous relationship, who cares! Now, just be quiet and read the story.

Thanks: Thanks to FallenAngelGirl and Rana Kane. They both reviewed this story and I appreciate it! A lot!

Fallen Angel of The Young Ones

By

Dan Cooper

Chapter 4

An Awakening of Blood

They were all there together at this moment of triumph. Hank, Bobby, Uni, Eric, Diana, Presto, even Dungeon Master. They had made it to the portal. At long last! They were going home. Their entire time in the Realm and everything good it had stood for.

Every evil they had encountered had been dealt with, and they were together still. Everything would be okay now. They were going home. Bobby would be safe and they could all see their parents again. They were only a few more feet to go. So close to victory. So close to home. So close now. So close. . . .

Suddenly, Sheila awoke with a start. Venger's hand was on her breast. She was still lying naked where Venger had chained her to the bed two days ago for still refusing to pleasure him the way he wanted.

The sudden feeling of being woken in this horrid place after such a beautiful dream. Sheila could feel the weight of it pressing down on her soul. Even worse, he was here again.

Two days ago, Venger had given her a truly vicious beating. It had gone on for hours and had ended with an even more vicious bout of sex. Sheila still hurt from it. Her back had his claw marks all over it.

Afterwards, Sheila's servants had bathed her for hours. Since then, she had lain naked on her bed for two days. Sheila wandered how long it would be before she became ill. She had not been allowed blankets, despite the fact that it was chilly.

Denora had come in the meantime. It had not been a good conversation. Denora had advised Sheila to try to obey Venger. Sheila had merely looked at her and cried.

Now Venger was here again! Looking at him in the soft glow from the firelight, she saw he was already naked and aroused. Sheila knew better than to try to resist him.

“Master,” she said simply as she rose and knelled to him, still in bed.

“Sheila,” he purred deeply in the back of his throat. With a gesture, the chain vanished from her wrist. “That won’t be necessary will it? You are mine now. Say it.”

“I am yours now, Master,” Sheila said, allowing herself to relax a little, on the inside. Some of the tension from her shoulders and back eased. Venger was always in a good mood whenever she said that. Usually it meant just sex without a beating. Her left hand unconsciously rubbed her wrist where it had been chained so long. “What do you want me to do? I will not disobey you again.”

Venger smiled a cold evil smile at the thief. This would be a night to remember. What he did with her always felt good. It had been centuries since he had had intercourse before Sheila. He had almost forgotten the thrill of it. Now he was having sex with her every day.

The couplings and the essence of Venger’s seed only added to the spell Sheila was under. For her to always kneel to him had been a master stroke as far as he was concerned. It placed her under his control as her Master. She was starting to obey him in little things as well.

Also, he could sense the truth in her words. It was the start of his victory. The beatings and the mind games were more than just a means to get her to comply sexually. In the end, he would not just dominate her body, but own her soul as well.

Venger could feel that the time he would own her completely was getting closer. More magic would be required before he finally won. Blood would be required as well. Sheila’s, as well as his own.

Of Sheila’s own free will (or so she thought anyway), she arose and went to him. Her hand touched his swollen organ, and she smiled at Venger. The spells she was under would make her enjoy his touch just as he enjoyed hers!

Sheila kissed Venger first. It felt good to her. The feel of his tongue against hers only aroused her further.

Venger enjoyed kissing Sheila. It had been a novel experience at first. Now it was old hat, but he still enjoyed it. At the same time, Venger’s hands explored her back and held her in his arms. He held her tightly, enjoying the feel of her.

Suddenly, pain shot through her as one of Venger’s fang came down on the interior of her lower lip. Hard! He held her tightly as a single tear of pain rolled from Sheila’s right eye over a bruised cheek.

Blood flowed freely from the wound and into Venger’s mouth. He swallowed it deeply then played his tongue over the wound. Sheila’s blood was so sweet. Sheila was still an innocent. Only a small amount of it seemed to bring a light into his being. That was a start, but more would be required.

They returned to kissing. Sheila, still in pain from the bite, kissed him back. A small part of her didn’t want to, but that part of her was quieter now. It was easy to ignore it. She kissed Venger harder, and their tongues swam over each other.

Sheila’s eyes flew open in pain as Venger bit into her upper lip! He used the two fangs in the middle this time and drew deep. One of the fangs scraped across her tongue as he did it. A cruel thin bloody line was drawn on it.

Blood flowed into his mouth and over his tongue where he swallowed it. His tongue lapped at the new cut on her lip before sliding forward to meet her tongue -- kissing her deeply all the while, and taking still more blood from her tongue. Then it returned to the cuts on her lips again. Only after he had lapped up still more, did his mouth release her from its grip.

Sheila looked at her master with pain in her eyes and blood on her lips. What he had done had both hurt and surprised her. Venger had bitten her a few times during sex, but never beforehand. Nor had he drank it, as far as she was aware.

“Blood will bind us together. You will now drink from me, thief. A part of me will be inside you from this moment forward,” Venger whispered in her ear. “Do not try to resist in any way. If you do, I may kill you. Do you understand?”

“I will n-not try to resist. Will it hurt me, Master?” Sheila asked as she gazed into Venger’s red eyes. There was fear in hers. A single tear rolled down her cheek. “P-p-please don’t hurt me again. I am yours now. I will do whatever you want. I won’t ever forget to kneel to y-you again. Pleeaase just don’t hurt me.”

“Do as I command, Sheila. You are mine now. Say it.”

“I am yours now, my Master, Lord Venger.”

Sheila watched as Venger sliced open a vein on his neck. Then he pressed her face into it, making her drink. She was unable to bring herself to do it at first. Then something deep inside of her told her that this was okay, to do what her Master wanted. Willingly, she put her lips around the wound and drank from it.

Venger’s blood was bitter, but she swallowed it anyway. First in little sips as it pulsed into her mouth, then more. Blood flowed into her mouth, filling it, and ran down her chin. Sheila could feel Venger’s heart beat through his blood. It seemed to go on forever. Beat followed by beat followed by beat.

Sheila entire body nuzzled into Venger.

Sheila took a final gulp of Venger’s blood as her head was wrenched violently away. She convulsed in his arms as her senses were overwhelmed. Sounds and lights seemed to burst excitedly in her head.

Venger let Sheila flop limply back onto the bed. It seemed to take an eternity for her head hit the pillow. When it finally did ,she lay there and spasmed as if in the grips of a mighty seizure.

There was a foul odor in her nostrils and a bad taste in her mouth and throat. The world spun as Venger’s blood inside of her changed into dark energy. It was like a shock wave of power going on and on and on.

A kaleidoscope of images flew through Sheila’s mind.

And then he ravished her.

Sheila lay in bed for hours after Venger had left. The room spun slowly around her counterclockwise as she grayed in and out. It felt as if she were floating.

In her mind's eye, she remembered the times she had seen Venger before her imprisonment. Her first sight of him riding the nightmare when they had arrived, when he had held them in the Prison of Agony, and other times as well. Always Venger had been a source of evil.

Finally, Sheila relived the moment when he ran one of his fingers over her face just before Josef Mueller returned home to World War II. How that touch had haunted her for weeks after. She had never said anything about it to anyone. The feel of his caress. The way he had looked at her.

It came to her then that his touch had sealed her destiny. From that moment onward, this was to be her fate. She would never be free of him. Never. Sheila knew that now.

Darkness swirled in her mind as Venger’s blood merged with hers. She cried in pain as her insides revolted. It went on and on.

Sheila lay there almost five marks before finally passing off to sleep. When she finally did, she had another dream. In it, she knelt before Venger joyously. They dined together for hours, and the food was so good. When it was done, she went to him willingly, and they made love. Not just love, but something more pure and special than any before. It was without a doubt the brightest dream of her life.

To Be Continued. . . .
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