Nightmare's Embrace

Nightmare's Embrace
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Light shone gloomily through the dirty cathedral widows of Ostrheinsburg Castle. In the center of the room was Soul Edge, sticking hilt up out of the ground. It’s eyes was closed, but the whole thing still quivered like a pulsing organ.

Ivy Valentine grimaced at the sight of it. It was disgusting to behold. She approached it silently, the points of her heels making hardly a sound as she strode. She stood before the blade, tall and menacing, her sensual demeanor and attire belying her lethality. She raised her blade, meaning to pierce the eye of the sword.

“Good riddance,” she said, and she shoved her arm forward, making for the killing strike. Just as the tip was about to touch the eye of Soul Edge, though, her arm stopped. She looked and saw that she was held in someone’s grip, their hand not human at all, but clawed and segmented. Her eyes trailed up the arm and to a set of burning, fiery-tinged eyes, staring at her from beneath a fearsome metallic helm.

It was the azure knight, Nightmare. He wrenched on Ivy’s arm and threw her across the room. Ivy rolled slowly to her hands and knees, coughing and gasping, the wind knocked out of her. She looked up to see Nightmare already upon her, clutching her by the neck and pressing her against the wall. She flailed her feet helplessly, her face turning red. She spotted her whip blade across the room, from where she had been thrown. There was no escape.

“Your soul is mine, now,” the knight rumbled through his armor. Ivy felt the unfamiliar fright of panic creep into her throat. She couldn’t die now. She was so close. She had been so close.

“W-ait,” she choked, barely able to speak. “Wait!”

Nightmare laughed, a hollow, raspy sound. His claw loosened from around Ivy’s neck in the tiniest increment, just enough so that Ivy could talk.

“Last words?” He taunted her. She wanted to kill him right there. How dare he?! But she couldn’t. Not yet. She had to get out of his grasp first.

“I can help you,” she choked, still in tremendous pain. “Release me, and I shall swear my undying loyalty to you.”

Nightmare stared at her, into her, his burning eyes boring into her blue-green ones. After a moment, she felt his grip around her throat relinquish, and she collapsed to the ground in a coughing, heaving pile.

“Very well,” Nightmare said, taking a small step back from her, giving her room to breathe. “Let’s see how undying your loyalty really is…”

Ivy cringed at this sentence; she didn’t like the sound of that at all. She sat their on her knees, uncharacteristically out of sorts as she watch the menacing knight before her. Nightmare reached up with his hands, one human, one not, and grabbed his helm. He removed it, revealing something Ivy had not expect from a figure so monstrous: a human face, and a handsome one at that. Nightmare was a young man underneath, not the hardened beast she had assumed. Then he locked fiery eyes with her, flashing a smile of sharp teeth, and her surprise was swallowed by nerves.

“Let’s see you prove your loyalty to me, woman,” Nightmare said. As he spoke, he reached down to the unclasp the armor around his waist, letting it fall to the ground with a loud clatter. Ivy’s eyes went wide with indignant realization.

“How dare -” but before she had finished her sentence she heard the grating crunch of the knight’s inhuman arm, flexing and relaxing threateningly, promising what was to come should she deny him.

Ivy dropped her gaze from him, not wanting him to see the defeat there. She reached her hands up to the exposed crotch of his breeches beneath the armor, fumbling with the leather ties. She could hear him above her, undoing more of his armor. She undid the last of the ties and reached into his pants, her hands finding their target and gripping the knight’s impressive length.

She began stroking it hesitantly, hating herself more and more every second. She cried out in pain when she felt his hand clutch a handful of her silvery hair, forcing her to look up at him. She felt her stomach flop at the sight of the shirtless knight. All sweat and sinewy muscle and long blonde hair, what would’ve otherwise been undeniably attractive, were it not for the diseased looking fusion of his monstrous arm to his shoulder. His red-orange eyes burned into hers furiously.

“Don’t toy around, you useless whore,” he spat at her. “Give me what I want.”

Ivy nodded meekly, focusing her attention back to his ever growing erection. She tugged it out of his pants, still surprised, a little intimidated even, by it’s size. Reluctantly, she licked the very tip of it, leaving a small string of saliva when she pulled away. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then returned and locked her lips around the head of his cock.

She had never performed fellatio before. She knew what she was doing, of course; she was versed in every manner of sexual art. But she had never actually given head, had never thought that she would actually have to. She had always been in control, when it had come to sexual interaction. She had become quite accustomed to men kneeling before her, licking her toes, or whatever else she commanded them to do, begging for orgasm. There was no sexual thrill like having complete and merciless control over another.

This was nothing like that. She felt the knight’s hand reach into her hair once more, pushing her head further down the length of his member. She felt as if she might gag, for a moment, but suppressed it. That would get her killed fast. She breathed deep through her nostrils and pushed down, taking all of it this time, his hair tickling her nose, her outstretched tongue flicking at his scrotum. She heard him grunting in pleasure from above, and looked up to see him, head lolling as he reveled in the pleasure he was receiving. Something about it was arousing in itself. She had never had to work to please somebody else before. Until right now, it had always been the other way around. She felt some part of her screaming out in defiance, that she shouldn’t dare enjoy it, but the feeling of gratification persisted.

She pulled his length out of her throat, reaching up and pumping his shaft, now coated in saliva and precum. Much to her own humiliation, she found herself cooing to him, egging him on.

“Do you like that, master?” she moaned, her lilting, British accent all the more enticing. “Does this please you, my master?”

Nightmare moaned in reply, pressing her back down onto his cock, thrusting into her mouth. Ivy reached down between her legs with her free hand and began to finger herself, pushing the crotch of her corset aside. She was absolutely drenched, wetter than she had ever been. She had spent all of her sex life humiliating others, torturing them almost, dominating them. She had never imagined that being dominated in such a manner could ever be so rewarding.

Nightmare yanked the back of her head and pulled her off of him, yanking her to stand upright. He shoved her hard against the wall, and she moaned as she hit it, partially in pain, but mostly in pleasure. She eyed the knight eagerly, watching him as he shed the armor on his legs and feet, so that he was clothed in only breeches, his erection still slick and hard upright.

He stepped forward, and Ivy felt a stirring of unease as he reached for her, not with his human hand, but with his cursed one. With the a lightning quick slash of his claws, Ivy felt the shoulder straps of her corset sever, the front of it falling away from her body, revealing her tremendous breasts and sensually curved hips and stomach, now dressed only in her leggings and heels and gloves.

Nightmare took another step closer, the sharp point of his talon running dangerously along her milky pale skin, making her shudder in a combination of fear and sensitivity. She had found a bittersweet pleasure in all of his advances so far, but she hoped to the heavens that he didn’t do anything with that arm of his.

“You’ve done well, so far,” Nightmare lulled, his claw circling her areola, watching her nipple stand upright. He moved to the other, repeating the motion, then trailing down ther stomach and hiplines. “Let’s see, now, if you’re as loyal as you say you are.”

“Master,” Ivy pleaded, actually pleaded. “Master, please, anything but- Aaaaaangghhh!”

Ivy cried out as she felt the flat of Nightmare’s claw rubbing against the slit of her cunt. She shuddered in revulsion, both at the claw rubbing against her labia and her own physical gratification at the sensation.

“Master, please don’t,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you want, please.”

“That’s right,” Nightmare said. “You will.” He pressed into her, sliding the tip of his clawed finger into her. Ivy shrieked, her back arching at the penetration. There wasn’t any pain; he was surprisingly delicate. But still, it was in her, that thing was in her.

Maaasster…” Ivy moaned, giving into the bliss that was being fucked by this monstrous thing. She rolled her hips as he thrust his hand towards her. She reached out and touched every part of him she could reach, admiring his body.

“I love it, Master,” she cooed. “Fuck me please…”

Nightmare withdrew his talon from inside her and held it before her. She obediently ran her tongue across the length of it, tasting herself. Nightmare smiled, a predatory grin full of malice and razor sharp teeth. He stepped in and pressed his body to hers, digging his monstrous arm into the wall behind her, causing debris to fall. He hoisted her up with his human arm and thrust himself into her, rocking her against the wall. Ivy clawed at his muscular back, putting her mouth and tongue on every inch of him she could reach, panting and moaning uninhibitedly as her adversary fucked her against the cold stone wall.

Nightmare thrust hard one last time, grunting in satisfaction, before he pulled out of her and dropped her. She landed shakily on her heels, holding the wall for support.

“Turn around,” he commanded shortly. Ivy nodded distractedly and turned around, completely and eagerly obeying his every command, no longer disappointed in her submission in the heat of such ecstasy; she only wanted more. She propped herself up against the wall with her arms, her pale round ass presented before her master.

“Fuck me please,” she said. “Do whatever you’d -Aaaaahhh!”

Ivy yelped in pain as Nightmare pressed the head of his penis harshly into her asshole. He pulled out a few inches before thrusting again and burying the entire length in her. Ivy arched her back, clawing at the wall. It hurt so bad, but still she wanted it, wanted him to go hard and fast. He obliged without her consent, pumping into her furiously, slapping against the skin of her butt, his giant clawed hand gripping the side of her body, holding her in place while his other hand pulled her hair. Ivy felt tears running down her face, smearing her make-up, leaving twin dark trails running down her cheeks. She could taste them at the corners of her lips. She could feel her breasts rocking with her master’s thrusts, could feel the wanton fullness as he continued to pump into her ass. She loved all of it, completely fallen from her prideful, dominant self.

“Yes, master!” she cried out, hearing her own pitiful, lustful voice echoing back at her in the empty hall. “Yes, master, please! Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, oooooohhhhh…”

Ivy trailed off as orgasm hit her like a fatal blow. She shuddered and screamed and felt herself clench tight around her master’s girth. His thrusts rocked her for a few more repetitions before he pulled his cock out of her, letting her fall to her knees.

Ivy turned round so she was kneeling before him, placing both hands along the length of his shaft and pumping furiously. Nightmare grunted as he came, spurting shot after shot onto Ivy’s pouting face, his semen mingling with the tears and saliva and runny mascara. She moaned as it hit her, satisfied with the heat of it, the copious amount.

Ivy dropped her hands, and let herself collapse to the ground, absolutely exhausted from pain and pleasure and physical exertion. She watched a tilted view of her new master as he began to reapply his armor. He shot a glance her way and laughed again, that rumbling, sinister laughter.

“You’ve done well, my servant,” he said to her. “Your loyalty has been proven.”


Ivy suddenly remembered what had led to all this, what had brought her hear in the first place. But she was too tired to act now. Rest sounded better. Besides: She was in the knight’s trust now, his assumed servant. Destroying the sword would be easier than ever. And in the meantime, she might have the opportunity to further prove her loyalty to him, if she so desired. Then she could kill him, after she had had all of her fun She smiled weakly, and finally she replied.

“Thank you, master.”

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