She looks to have been waiting a while for this release, or afraid of what lurks in her shadow. Maybe both. I decided it's been '(Coming Soon)' on the catalog section of my books for long enough, and it's been a pleasure to get back into the Daemonique series proper.
As stated, it's a new arc and opens a new chapter in the story. I'd pondered over the naming convention for a time for sake of making it accessible, but I think the note that it's a new story fits well enough while telling those who've picked up the story beforehand that there's a new chapter out there.
With 'The Succubus Within', I'm moving the immediate focus away from Sarandin Isle and to the coastal city nearest to it. It's there in Kinsgard that the people bear the closest affinity to the events that brought demons into the land on the now cursed island. It's a city rich with prosperity and faith, shown by the noble houses and cathedral that take focus in this chapter.
I've experimented with style a bit in the use of notes. Originally the plan was to do more of a first-person journal entries affair of it with the corrupted Lady tempting and seducing her Lord into dominating her. While I've still kept an air of that theme, I've mixed it up with more of the usual observing narrative and ability to jump between perspectives. There are moments where the reader is left blindfolded and gagged as surely as Lady Vernan, and others where they're given to appreciate just how irresistibly sensual and erotic the whole act is, and how that affects the Lord over her.
Moved forward several days by magic of journal notes and external character narrative, and you're taken to wax play, delighting in BDSM, clamps, stockades and rough oral sex.Lord William Eldin intends to fight fire with fire, but he may not be fighting the battle he thinks.
Extended excerpt follows the pagebreak.
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“I’m only a slave to you, William. That won’t change.” Lady
Vernan spoke, her voice soft and almost believably sincere, but William had
steeled himself to not be so easily swayed by the silver-tongued guise of
wickedness that came with demons possessing the good of heart. Instead, he
scowled, wiping his finger off on his overcoat and stepping back.
The Lady Vernan did not move to follow, and had not moved
at all since the man entered, for her hands and feet were bound in the grip of
metal shackles to the ends of an X shaped backing board. A number of candles
surrounded her spread and bound body, illuminating her from all sides as
completely naked. The ones above her arms and legs had been tilted to drip
their hot wax onto her as they burned, and a trickle of hardened red wax
peppered down her bare limbs from hand to shoulder and thigh to foot without
relent.
Even as William rubbed off his finger and looked at the
naked woman bound at his mercy, the hungry flames melted and sent drips of hot liquid
wax down to spatter on her limbs, making the woman twitch and squirm from the
sharp pain of each drip miraculously finding a new patch of untouched skin to
land on.
Between her legs on a lower stand lay a thicker block of a
candle left upright, pooling and burning the wax under a bolder flame. That one
licked and tempted her sweating and glistening mounds with uncomfortable heat,
without truly harming and burning the Lady. Lord Eldin had no intention of assaulting
or doing violent harm to the good Lady, but to learn and excise the possession
holding her, sacrifices and choices had been made.
“Mmm, I might like calling you Master.” The Lady crooned, her smile twisting with the scald of
wax, but holding that look of playful depravity so tempting and strange to the
Lord.
“If you will not learn, you leave me little choice.” William
intoned, reaching down for the heavier candle. Picking it out from between her
legs, he unceremoniously tipped the pooled wax over the Lady’s breasts as
though emptying a cup into a sink. Liquid fire lashed across and mauled into
Lady Vernan’s sensitive skin, and William wondered if the pitched scream as her
body bucked and thrashed could be heard on the street above.
Perhaps it was time to block up the windows, lest anyone
discover what was happening and take her from him. Somehow, the thought struck
William more deeply than seemed proper for academic and righteous purpose. Surely,
even if she were taken, they would see her corruption and continue his work.
Yet – as he placed the candle back between her sweltering
and reddened legs, listening to the erratic, whimpering pant of the woman as
the wax set and bit into her heaving breasts that would so wonderfully fill a
hand to squeeze and knead – William could not accept that. This was his task,
and he would suffer no other’s hand upon the Lady.
“Haah, nhah, aah… mmn, oh, forgive me, Master.” Lady Vernan breathed out, finding it difficult to stop
twitching, writhing and catching her breath as the scent of smouldering wax
filled her senses. Agitated red blotches under every drip of wax that set
marred her pale skin with angry blossoms of colour. The older from hours past
were much more calmed than the new, letting a vivid clash of tormented welts and
life to bloom across her figure.
“I forgive the Lady Vernan any sin under your control, but
not the foul temptation that has taken her. I will do as I must.” William
explained, his tone low and firm. The gaze to meet him this time was more
scattered and pained with a glassy sheen, though the woman still managed to
twist a quiet smile.
“Then we’re going to be here a while, aren’t we? I won’t
break that easy, you can push me. I want
you to push me, William. I’ve been a bad girl.”
The Lady whispered, her smile all too assured and proud, too wicked and
sinister, as William saw it. He wanted that wicked demon broken and on its
knees, begging for him to relent and release it, pleading to give him its
secrets for sanctuary. Her sultry whisper set his jaw and emblazoned his
determination. If that was what it took, then he would push her.
“I see, then that’s the last I’ll have you using those lips
and eyes for.” William explained, moving back to the table to leave the Lady to
lick her lips and shiver from the stabbing jolts of heated and agitated
masochistic pleasure running through her body. When he returned, he was holding
a ball with straps and a long piece of cloth that sent a thrill down Lady
Vernan’s spine as she wiggled and bit her lip.
“Ooh, and what are those for? Are you going to gag and have
your way with me? Keep me quiet while you break me?” She asked, her voice full
of that mirth and pleasure that said she was in no danger, for all her limbs
twitched each time a new droplet of wax rolled down her arm or thigh. William
gave no response, and merely pried her jaw open to push the gag into place –
though she did not resist it, so much as even lowering her head forward to make
it easier for him to buckle the strap into place.
The cloth that had laid under it he used to blind the demon
holding Lady Vernan, tying it tightly to cover her eyes and plunge her into a
blank darkness. The Lady could no longer speak or see, only hang in her cross
bondage at William’s mercy with the biting heat of wax dripping onto her limbs
and brooding between her legs. With sight and speech taken from her, the
droplets of wax felt somehow even more intense for being the only thing she
could feel and focus on.
The sound of rattling chains perked the Lady’s interests,
though without being able to see, she was left to nothing more than the looming
dread and wonder as William gazed at her figure wonderingly. She was beautiful,
even now, with her skin spattered with wax and reddened welts. They only seemed
to add to her beauty, creating a chaotic tapestry of discipline and triumph
over the demon’s wicked torment of the Lady.
In pain, there was purity.
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