Adaliah Battle for the Covenant

Part Two: Revenge

Osirion ran his tongue the length of Nettilia's back, from the nape of her neck to right above the curve of her buttocks. She was suspended from the ceiling, her hands yoked in shackles. She was stark naked besides a blind fold that covered her eyes. She had not been in water for days, so her energy was depleted not being able to transform into her half fish half mammalian form. Osirion was giving her just enough water to live. She knew he was doing this, because this is what she would have done to him if she'd won.

He's being spiteful, the prick! She thought to herself in a way he could not hear her. But, he is in for a treat as this game is not over yet.

It had been a few weeks since the choice was made, and she knew he had to take the time to teach Adaliah about The Source as well as work with her to help her realize, accept, and use her power to her fullest potential. So, potentially there was some time for her to act and change the tides of the decision. Patience was now her best friend, because time was her worst enemy.

"Oh my beloved I have been waiting for this moment for multiple millennia." He whispered.

He was now standing in front of her with a full-on erection. His hands on his hips, pondering how he was going to torture her. He walked up to her and slowly ran his fingernails across her neck down to her clavicle and rested his hand right above her right breast. His other hand reached up and pinched her nipple hard, he then ran his tongue in between her breast down to her navel and swirled it around. The coolness of his breath hardened her nipples against her will. Both of her legs were freely suspended until suddenly she could feel them being shackled in chains as well. After a moment she felt both her legs being pulled in opposite directions. They were slowly pulled until she was in a full split, since she was flexible this was not an uncomfortable position. She felt him come from behind, place his cold chest against her back and felt his cold hands reach around and start caressing her thighs. Her body deceived her will power, and she could feel the moisture begin to build up inside of her walls. He slowly ran his hands up and down the length of her legs. Then suddenly he jerked away and smacked her hard on her ass. Repeatedly, he spanked her for an agonizing five minutes, her backside was sore and tender after he finished. He then placed both hands on each check to add coolness to the heat that was emanating from the repeated blows. Suddenly she could feel his presence in front of her and his hand suddenly around her neck squeezing tightly. She suppressed fighting as this would only turn him on. So, he squeezed harder, until she had to start gasping for air, and fidgeting against the shackles bound to her wrists and ankles. She could feel him place his face close to hers, and he ran his tongue across her face and into her ear. She was on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen; unexpectedly he removed his hand from her neck, reach both hands around and grasped her ass and began ramming himself inside of her almost violently. Since she had the moisture already built up he slid in and out effortlessly and easily. Her mind began reeling, her climax building. His pace quickened. With her legs pulled in two different directions, she couldn't bend her knees, or maneuver her body to fight the orgasm building up. She bit her tongue sharply inside her mouth until she tasted blood in an effort to squelch her pleasure and enjoyment, but to no avail her body was failing her. She opened her mouth to suck in a mouthful of air for the ensuing orgasm that was about to explode throughout her body, she felt the tension ready to release and her body on the verge of convulsing, her head spinning on the precipice of passing out, when suddenly he crudely pulled out of her, smacked her face violently, and walked away. She heard his soft bare footsteps leave the room she was being held captive in, and a door being closed softly behind him.

Nettilia hung there, ankles and wrists still shackled, and legs spread in a split. Her body desperately desiring the completion of what was started. Her insides were pulsating, yearning to be filled with Osirions manhood, but left empty and void. She took a deep breath to compose herself. She seethed with anger, resentment, desire, and wanting.

Mark my words my love. This game is not over yet.