Ember’s Ravaged Desires
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Chapter 1: The Imp’s Reckoning 🔥
I jolted upright in my silk-draped bed, sheets tangled around my thighs like desperate lovers. Sweat slicked my skin, the metallic tang of fear lingering on my tongue. Another fucking dream. Always the same goddamn raven slicing through crimson skies, dragging me over jagged peaks where ash choked the air and rivers boiled with fury. I’d been soaring, weightless, heart slamming, when that voice—deep, gravelly, like stones grinding in a mill—whispered commands I couldn’t shake.
“Mistress Ember?” A whimper slithered from the shadows. Fizzy, my worthless imp slave, knelt by the tent flap, his scaly tail twitching. The little shit’s yellow eyes gleamed in the lantern glow, horns curling like twisted roots. Oasis heat seeped through the canvas walls, carrying scents of camel dung and spiced smoke from the market below.
“The flap’s open, you sniveling worm.” My voice came out a rasp, throat dry as bone. I swung my legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the woven rug. It prickled my soles, a rough reminder of my power. Fizzy scrambled forward on all fours, claws clicking frantically. Too slow. Always too fucking slow.
I lunged, fistful of his leathery ear in my grip. He yelped, body dangling like a sack of offal. “Three moons here, Fizzy, and you can’t seal a flap? What use are you?” His spindly legs kicked air, foul imp breath washing over me—rotten eggs and desperation.
“P-please, Domina! Mercy!” Squeaks tore from his fanged maw. I slammed him down, boot grinding his throat. His scales rasped under my heel, pulse fluttering wild. “Kiss it better, slave.” He obeyed, slimy lips smacking my toes, tongue lapping greedily. Pathetic. But loyal. That’s why I kept the runt.
Kick sent him tumbling into the dark corner. “Fetch water. Now.” As he scampered off, I stretched, full breasts heaving, nipples hardening against the night chill. My body’s heat built, that dream-stirred ache between my legs demanding attention. Tomorrow’s auction loomed—prime flesh to claim, break, own. But first, dreams nagged. Why the raven? Why that whip-cracked tower in the vision, the hooded bitch carving welts into a girl who looked… familiar?
Fizzy returned, basin sloshing. I yanked him close, forcing his face into my crotch. “Clean me properly.” His tongue darted, hot and eager, swirling over my slick folds. I ground against him, moaning low. “Deeper, you filthy beast.” He probed, claws digging my ass. Pleasure spiked, sharp as a lash. I came hard, juices flooding his maw. He gulped it down, whimpering thanks.
Satisfied, I shoved him away. Sleep tugged now, real this time. The market’s distant bazaar calls faded. Tomorrow, I’d hunt new toys. 🔥
The Morning Stir
Sun pierced the tent like a spear. I rose, belly full from Fizzy’s dawn groveling—his tongue a decent alarm. Slaves awaited training. My empire of flesh grew daily in this desert sprawl, spires of baked clay piercing the haze.
Fizzy dressed me: sheer veils clinging to my curves, gold chains dangling from pierced nipples. “Radiant, Domina,” he simpered. I cuffed him lightly, drawing blood. “Flattery won’t save your hide.”
Outside, the oasis buzzed. Merchants hawked silks, spices, chained beauties from distant raids. Camels grunted, their musk thick. I strode to the auction pits, Fizzy trailing like a whipped dog.
Chapter 2: Flesh on the Block 💋
The pits reeked of sweat, fear-piss, and unwashed desperation. Sun-baked stone tiers ringed the central platform where naked slaves stood, collared, prodded by auctioneers’ goads. Crowds haggled, air thick with tobacco chew-spit and jasmine oil.
I claimed my shaded dais, Fizzy fanning me with palm fronds. “Eyes sharp, runt. Spot the unbroken ones.” His nod was fervent. First lot: burly males, cocks swinging heavy. Nah, too tame.
Then her. Dragged out kicking, midnight hair whipping like storm clouds. Tall, lithe, tits full and defiant, ass marked with fresh brands. Emerald eyes spat fire. The auctioneer yanked her chain. “Prime raider bitch! Fights like a demon—needs a firm hand!”
Bidding erupted. I raised my paddle, voice cutting through. “Double that.” Gasps. A rival merchant sneered. “Overpriced cunt.” I smirked. “Afraid she’ll drain yours dry first?” Laughter rippled. Mine won.
They hauled her to me, spitting curses in some gutter tongue. “You’ll beg soon, slut,” I purred, fingers tracing her quivering slit. Wet already. Fighters always were. “Name?” She glared. Whip-crack from my hand across her cheek. “Sylva.”
“Now you’re Vex. My property.” Fizzy snapped manacles on her wrists. She lunged; I kneed her belly, doubling her. “Feisty. Good.” Dragged her to my tent, cock-hard guards leering.
Inside, I stripped veils, revealing my oiled body. “Kneel.” She resisted. I signaled Fizzy. He pounced, tiny claws pinning her. I straddled her face. “Taste your owner.” Forced her mouth open, grinding pussy on her lips. Reluctant tongue flicked. I rode hard, thighs clamping her head. “Suck my clit, Vex!” Her muffled protests vibrated deliciously. Orgasm ripped through, squirting down her throat.
Panting, I flipped her. “Your turn to scream.” Strapped on my thickest ivory cock, ridges gleaming. Slammed into her dry cunt. She bucked, howling. “Tight! Break for me!” Thrusts brutal, hips slapping. Blood slicked us. She clawed rugs, but chains held. I pounded relentlessly, pinching nipples till purple.
“Please… stop…” Broken whisper. “Never. Cum for your mistress.” Fucked her through tears, forcing waves of shame-laced ecstasy. She shattered, body convulsing. Pulled out, cum dripping. “Good girl. Training starts now.”
Breaking the Stallion
Later, another purchase: a hulking brute named Thorne, muscles like coiled ropes, cock a veined monster. Chained in the whipping post. “Bend him,” I ordered guards. They spread his cheeks. I lubed my strap-on with spit, rammed his virgin ass. He roared, veins bulging. “Take it, bull!” Fizzy whipped his back raw. Thorne bucked, hole clenching. I reached around, jerking his shaft. He exploded ropes on the sand, defeated.
Night fell. Vex and Thorne knelt, branded with my sigil—a flaming whip. Dreams forgotten in flesh’s grip.
Chapter 3: Visions in the Lash
Sleep clawed back, raven’s wings beating thunder in my skull. Again, that flight over scorched badlands, lava rivers hissing steam. The bird—sleek, obsidian—led to a obsidian spire piercing thunderheads. Screams echoed, wet slaps of leather on skin.
Peering in: a hooded crone, Vara, eyes like piss-holes in snow. She flailed a naked girl chained spread-eagle, welts blooming crimson on pale flesh. “Defy me again, whore!” Lash cracked tits, drawing blood beads. The captive gasped, “Fuck you, hag!” Backhand. Spit flew.
Hood slipped. Those eyes—mirrors of my own rage, my own fire. Lira? My lost twin, stolen in the border raids years back? Heart seized. “Lira!” But vision-Kira couldn’t move. Vara’s gaze locked on me through the window, grin feral. “Join us, sister.”
Pain lanced—ice picks in veins. Bird dragged me skyward. “No! Save her!” Wakefulness smashed in.
Vex stirred beside me, collared, cum-crusted thighs spread. “Dream again, Mistress?” I yanked her hair. “Shut it. Service me.” She dove eagerly now, tongue delving ass and pussy. Fizzy watched, cocklette twitching.
“You. Both of you.” Orgy ignited. Vex ate me while I fisted Fizzy’s tight hole, his squeals music. Thorne lumbered in, cock raging. “Fuck her throat.” He obeyed, gagging Vex deep. I mounted Thorne’s face, grinding as Vex choked. Air filled with grunts, slurps, musk of rutting beasts.
Switched: rode Thorne’s massive prick, stretching to burn. Vex sat on his face, Fizzy buggered her ass. “Harder! Split me!” Walls shook with slams. Cum everywhere—hot spurts painting skin. Climax chained us, bodies quaking in filthy bliss.
Raven’s Curse
Exhausted, Vex curled at my feet. “Who is she? In your screams.” I slapped her. “Mind your hole.” But doubt gnawed. Lira alive? Auction tomorrow might yield clues. Slaves from border clans.
Chapter 4: The Pit of Secrets
Market thrummed hotter, flies buzzing bloated on spilled seed from dawn fucks. Fizzy herded Vex and Thorne in cages behind. I scanned lots: whimpering virgins, scarred warriors. Nothing.
Then, underground pits—illegal for most, elite only. Stairs spiraled to torchlit hell: slaves in iron cages, branded, bleeding. Whips cracked rhythmically, moans blending with cries.
A veiled dealer approached, breath like onions. “Special stock, Domina. Fresh raid.” Led to back pens. There: huddled figures, chains clinking. One girl, filthy rags barely covering bruises, lifted head. Lira. Unmistakable scar on her lip from childhood fall.
“Her.” Voice steel. Dealer grinned yellow. “Prime noncon meat. Fought captors, got whipped plenty.” I paid triple, pulse racing. Dragged her out, hooding like in the dream. She struggled, muffled curses.
Back tent, ripped hood. “Lira.” Shock widened her eyes. “Kira? Gods, no…” Sisters reunited in chains. “What happened to you?” But rage boiled—years stolen, now mine to reclaim.
“You’re Ember now. My slave.” She spat. “Fuck your empire!” Whip sang, striping her back. She screamed, arching. Stripped her, fingers probing shaved slit. Dripping. “Traitor cunt loves it.”
Forced her down, thigh between legs. “Grind.” She resisted; I pinched clit hard. Humped desperately, tears streaming. “Cum, sister-slut.” She did, sobbing ecstasy.
Thorne entered, cock bobbing. “Breed her.” He plunged her pussy, grunting like boar. I sat her face, drowning moans in folds. Vex licked our join, tongue filthy. Fizzy jerked, spurting on tits.
Lira shattered again, body betraying blood. “More,” I demanded. Night dissolved in ravage: double penetration, ass-fists, piss play. She begged by dawn, branded loyal.
Blood Ties Bound
“Why fight?” I stroked her welted skin. “This is power.” She whispered, “Vara… the crone. Took me years ago.” Vision real. Hunt Vara next.
Chapter 5: Orgy of Flames 💋
Word spread: Ember’s pit parties legendary. Tent swelled with elite—merchants, warlords—slaves paraded. Vex oiled, nipples clamped bells. Thorne erect, piercings glinting. Lira collared anew, eyes glazed submission. Fizzy scampered, serving whips.
“Feast!” Guests groped freely. I claimed a rival’s wife first: plump, begging. Fucked her strap-on while guests cheered, her hubby watched cock-caged. “Scream my name!” She did, squirting arcs.
Center ring: Lira chained X-frame. Vara intel led here—guest boasted her lair. Later. Now, ravage. Thorne DP’d Vex, cock and fist splitting. She howled joy. I fisted Lira’s cunt, arm deep, elbow kissing lips. “Sister-hole grips good!” She convulsed, milking.
Guests joined: cocks in every orifice. Air reeked cum, sweat, blood. Whips laced backs mid-thrust. I orchestrated, strap-on impaling asses. Fizzy drowned in pussies, tongue endless.
Climax orgy: all slaves piled, bodies writhing mass. Cocks plunged, tongues lapped, fists invaded. Cum rained, piss showered, screams harmonized. I crowned it, riding triple cocks—pussy, ass, throat.
Peak: exploding waves, collapsing heap. Guests applauded, paying tribute slaves.
Inferno’s Afterglow
Lira curled close. “Vara comes tomorrow. Auction queen.” Perfect. My dream-raven? Harbinger. Empire expands.
Chapter 6: Queen of Chains 🔥
Auction peak: Vara’s lot paraded. Hooded, lash in hand. Eyes met—recognition flashed. “You,” she hissed.
Bid war. I crushed it, claiming her “stock”—dozen beauties—and her. Guards swarmed her tent. Dragged kicking, robes torn.
“Ember? The vision bitch!” Bound spread, whips mirroring dream. “Seen my sister? Beaten her like meat?” Lira stepped, venomous. Lash cracked Vara’s saggy tits. “My turn, crone.”
We ravaged: strap-ons reamed her holes raw. Lira fisted gaping ass, I throat-fucked. Thorne’s cock split pussy. Vex pissed in mouth. Fizzy buggered toes. Vara broke, begging. “Mercy, Queens!”
Branded, collared lowest. Orgy eternal: her body altar for endless seed. Dreams silenced, raven fled.
Empire mine. Sisters ruled flesh’s throne. Pleasure’s chains eternal, screams symphony. No escape. Only ravage.
New slaves arrived dawn. Cycle spun. Heat eternal. 🔥💋
