Crossing the Forbidding Part 8; A Messy Conclusion (Patreon)

From that point on Monette lost track of time. She let Adolyn have his way with her, giving in to a deep desire to know what depths of depravity hid beneath the veneer of the crimson raven. Adolyn proved to be a responsive lover. When she let go he began to take his queues from her body. Responding with force when her body demanded it. Responding with tenderness when she needed him too. Monette realized that his sexual prowess alone was not what satisfied her so completely. He had essentially fed her of himself and she was grateful. She’d taken so many, but nothing had ever been given. It was the kind of new experience she’d hoped for when she crossed.

He came again and again over time. She enjoyed the smell of his semen. She murred and purred as it matted her fur and covered her body. He’d come inside of her so much that she could not contain it all. It flowed out of her. Pooling on the floor between her legs. When her pussy had been filled, he’d moved on to her ass. Pounding her over and over and giving her ass a few shots of semen. It was a long time before he was finished and she lay there on her back, covered with his man milk.

Dazed and happy, Monette licked and suckled on his cock as he spent his last bit of seed on her face. She had grown to the love the taste of him. He held one of her horns in his left hand and caressed her breast with his right. The trial was over and he let her bask in the afterglow. Her long tongue reached out, coiling around his cock. She meant to clean it of every drop of cum. She wondered what would be come of her now. The moment was over and she hadn’t the strength to resist those who would want revenge. He had worn her down so completely that, though fed, she lacked the stamina to draw upon her powers. Would he leave her to her fate? Gazing up at him with satisfied eyes she supposed not. Adolyn had shown his character to her that night. She could tell he wouldn’t go through all that trouble and then allow her to be harmed.

‘How do you feel, Monette?’ he asked. He looked down on her smiling again. She liked that smile of his. It wasn’t a mocking smile. He didn’t look at her as a foe he had vanquished. He did not bask in her defeat. Because of this she did not feel shame in her loss. She could not have known there were men like him among the mundane. He was the most fantastic feeding and she was thankful he’d come. She laughed... ‘Cum’ she snickered. Adolyn eyed her with concern and she reached a hand up to greet him.

‘Don’t look at me like that, boy. You’re not that good. I haven’t taken leave of my senses.’ she mocked. Adolyn snickered and held her hand. 

‘Will you leave this place with me, Monette? Can you release these people and forget this nasty business?’ He asked again. Monette turned her head and looked at her thralls. She enjoyed being dominatrix over all of them, but it was a great deal of work. Really, she’d been at it for a while and though it was great, sex with Adolyn had been better. If she complied, what would become of her? What would he do? Could they do it again?

‘Will you let me go?’ she asked. He shook his head in the negative.

‘You know I cannot. You are dangerous and I cannot imagine what you would do if left to your own devices.’ he answered honestly. 

Monette sighed and looked away. Perhaps he would kill her.‘Am I to be executed then?’ she asked. 

The warm smile returned to his lips and she could not help but smile back at him. Yeah, it was a stupid question. Of course not.

‘I would not let that happen. Besides, I doubt one could easily kill you.’ he stated simply. He was right. It would take something powerful to end her. She took a casual glance at his sword as it lay sheathed a few feet away. She was certain that it would do the trick. But she was also certain he wouldn’t draw it on her if not given a reason.

‘What is to become of me then?’ she wanted to know. She needed to hear some kind of answer.

‘I do not know. It isn’t my call. A wiser man than I will make that decision. All I can promise is that I won't let you be harmed.’ he said stroking her head reassuringly. She smiled, kissing his hand. She believed him of course. He hadn’t lied to her yet and she felt that he wouldn’t. She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake, but she knew that she was not. Licking her tongue out and cleaning her maw of the last traces of his wonderful cum, Monette reluctantly agreed to leave with him.

Though she did not care, Adolyn insisted on her cleaning herself up before leaving the tower. He helped her clean and dry herself in the towers bathing hall. As he did so he never stopped smiling that smile. She thought more than once about bowling him over and running. He was amazing yes, and she felt she may not be able to overcome him in a fight. But he was a mundane and she doubted he could fly. She could have simply knocked him down and jump out a window. Her wings would spread and she could’ve flown off into the night. As he dried her hair with a heavy towel she sighed. She didn’t feel like breaking her word to him. She had agreed to go with him, and for some reason she felt the need to see that through. He’d made promises to her as well and she wanted to see if he would kept them. Part of her wanted to see if he would betray her. Hoped even. He was almost sickeningly kind to her and she was sure he couldn’t be real. But she had felt his quintessence. The very measure of the man. How could she doubt him now. Groaning she flicked her tail in annoyance, slapping him with it. 

‘What was that for?’ he laughed. She scowled at him playfully, but said nothing. She didn’t want to talk about it.

When the two exited the watch tower, they were greeted by the duke’s advance guard. Pikemen leveled their weapons at the pair and mages stood ready to topple them in the streets. Monette posed herself to fight or run, but Adolyn stopped her with a gesture of the hand.

‘It’s over, uncle Harrowman, no need for that.’ Adolyn said. The crowd eyed him with suspicion. His god father took a few steps from the crowd and stroked his thick beard. 

‘How do I know you are not enthralled, my boy?’ he cautiously questioned. Adolyn smiled at his godfather and shrugged.

‘You’ll just have to trust me I’m afraid.’ he replied. Adolyn’s smile was as disarming as ever. It was hard to argue with that face. The duke signaled for his men to stand down. Though many did so with noticeable reluctance.

Adolyn turned and addressed the Librarium mages. They were weary of him at first, but without much effort he calmed their anxieties. After a few words exchanged, they handed him something. With a word of thanks he turned and made his way back to Monette, ignoring the crowd. She eyed him curiously as he stood before her holding an odd collar with ancient runes engraved in it.

‘You’ll have to wear this I’m afraid.’ he said to her. 

The succubus looked at the collar and then at him. ‘You wish to contain my powers?’ she huffed. 

Adolyn shrugged.‘It is certainly preferable to the alternative.’ he replied gesturing his head toward the mages. 

There were at least a dozen of them. Empowered with quintessence, she could probably take them, but not them and the small army that was brought to bare against her. She turned her eyes back to Adolyn.‘I can’t refuse can I?’ she asked with a grin. 

Again Adolyn smiled.‘I wouldn’t recommend it.’ he joked opening the artifact. Lifting her hair, Monette leaned forward and allowed him to put the collar around her neck. He did so delicately. She almost embraced him when he came close. She’d not forgotten the riot he’d caused in her blood just a few short moments ago. But she was sure she would have plenty of time for that later.

‘This will feel uncomfortable at first I’m told.’ he warned her. 

She just looked away and huffed;‘Get on with it.’ 

Get on with it he did. Adolyn locked the collar in place and immediately she felt herself drained. 

It was as if someone had cut off a limb. She wanted to cry out in pain. She’d been blocked from feeling and interacting with her own quintessence. She could not feel her energy and could not feel the flow of mana around her. She looked worriedly into Adolyn’s eyes. It had been much worse than she had ever anticipated. She wanted to lash out. She wanted to scream, but suddenly she felt a calming energy flow within her. Her eyes fixed on Adolyn, it was him again... feeding her. Her body calmed and she smiled almost drunkenly. Without access to her own energies, his was tasted unfiltered. Oh and it was as good as ever. Her tongue licked out as she caressed his cheek with it.

‘In front of all of these people, I didn’t know you had it in you.’ She teased. 

Adolyn chuckled as he placed his hands on her wrists. ‘Well I am nothing if not daring, or so I’m told.’ He joked. His hands began to glow as he whispered a few words in the ancient tongue.  Monette’s wrist were suddenly bound together with a curious red light. S

he eyed him again, this time with a knowing smile.‘Who taught you that?’ she asked. 

Adolyn looked away with a sheepish grin.‘I’m not supposed to say,’ he replied. 

Monette leaned down, her mouth against his ear. Whispering she said;

‘I’ve never seen a Druid before. But I’ve had Druid Magic explained to me. Are you a Druid, boy?’ 

Adolyn shook his head no. His eyes said he wasn’t lying, but there was some kind of truth to the accusation.

‘I see... you’ve met a druid before haven’t you?’ she pressed. 

Adolyn did not look at her now as he attached some kind of leash to her collar.‘I’m not supposed to talk about it.’ he replied. 

Monette smiled as she stood back up. Now she knew why he was different. The boy had some sort of affiliation with the ‘Old Scars’. Their power was legendary. Even without being able to feel the flow for the time being, she sensed that Adolyn had been burdened with terrible purpose. The Druids didn’t take interest in just anyone. She decided she wanted to stick by him. She wanted to know what that terrible purpose was. Life in the Elderlands had been so dull. No real danger, nothing new. She felt that now would be the beginning of a whole new set of experiences. But first, she had to get out of Braylaen alive.

The Dukes men approached when Adolyn was done binding her for travel.

‘Stand aside, boy. We’ll take it from here.’ Harrowman ordered. He gestured to his men and they began to move in. 

Adolyn place a hand on his hips and dismissed the soldiers.‘That won’t be happening I’m afraid. She’ll be traveling with me to the capitol.’ he shrugged. 

The Duke looked dumbfounded.‘She has harmed our people. Made them into her sex toys. Defiled their decency. We demand satisfaction!’ Harrowman growled.

 Monette flicked out her tongue as she smiled wickedly.‘I doubt any of your people haven’t been thoroughly satisfied.’ Monette chuckled at the Dukes barely contained rage.

‘You aren’t helping,’ Adolyn admonished. 

The Duke eyed Adolyn and there was an unspoken conversation there. The Duke wanted his godson to leave the succubus at the mercy of the Braylaen Guard. Adolyn would not do that. It was Adolyn’s duty and right as Primus Corvinus of the Raven Knights to handle all issues of a supernatural nature, but he could just walk away. Stubborn as he was, the Duke understood that Adolyn did not waiver once a decision was made. 

The Duke face grew grim as he asked.‘And what will happen to my people?’ 

Monette’s face was remorseful as she gestured back toward the watchtower.‘They will wake up, groggy, weak, but otherwise fine. None of them have tasted my nectar enough to be addicted. They’ll all recover. As far as the memory of me and what they’ve done. I have no clue about that.’ Her words were matter of fact and with more than a hint of attitude. In truth she didn’t care about the Dukes outrage. These people had enjoyed themselves. If they were smart, they’d keep on fucking each other and enjoy what little life mundanes were granted.

Instead they’d probably run back to their little churches to pray away their demons. ‘What wonderful fools.’ she thought.

Adolyn tugged slightly on the collar, indicating his desire to leave. Monette didn’t feel the least bit put off by it. Bondage was of course one of her fetishes. She wondered if she could convince the count to fuck her all bound and helpless somewhere on the road. She moistened as she thought about passers by seeing her get pounded all tied up like a turkey. 

‘You sure you're making the right decision, Addy?’ the Duke asked in a soft, familiar tone. He used Adolyn’s childhood name. Only a few close friends and family ever called Adolyn that. The Duke only did so when he was concerned for the count. Adolyn reached out and embraced the Duke.

‘Never, but that’s life,’ Adolyn answered. The Duke smiled again and shared in the embrace. Adolyn was so unflappable. Hard to argue with the boy.

‘Larken will be sad to have missed your instruction.’ Harrowman said releasing their embrace.

 Adolyn smiled and shrugged.‘He’s a bright boy, he can work with the scrolls until I return.’ Adolyn said waving. The two said their goodbyes and Adolyn signaled his readiness to leave.Monette enjoyed watching the way Adolyn interacted with others. He was like an incubus himself. He seemed to be able to manipulate the moods of the people around him. When he turned and began walking, she followed, her head held high. She refused to show the people the defeated and dejected monster they expected. Instead she smiled at them and walked up and kissed Adolyn on the cheek. The crowd was not happy to see her affections. Adolyn did not slow, he only turned his head and said.

‘You aren’t helping, you know?’

Monette said nothing. Happily she just fell in line behind him and continued to mock the crowd with her triumphant smile.