Riary, riary riary riary riary.
Her mind was a mess. That crack inside her had been blown wide open, as she felt a dick slam against the back of her throat. Felt the hard solid piece of flesh pierce into her mouth, felt her lips uncontrollably morph around it, felt her tongue begin to lick up and down it while it was in her mouth.
The Vampire slowly, meticulously, moved its hand that had been on her cheek to the back of her head. It gripped her, slowly pulling her head back and pushing it forward. All while her body, her mouth, was made to suck it.
Riary, riary, riary-
Was being raped.
Memories flew into her, slamming into her. No longer was she the Genius Riary Exholt, Fire Mage. No longer was she in a mansion on a mission gone wrong, feeling someone else’s flesh roll over her tongue, felt the bitter taste of pre-cum drip down her.
No.
She was Riary, the child. Riary Exholt, loving daughter. Watching as her mother was torn apart, running, fleeing, being chased down. Held by a demon, head held in place, forced to watch as her father was pinned to the ground by a single demon. Raped and penetrated while his daughter watched on, while his wife laid dead in a ditch, as blood fell from him and screams rose into the air. As fires and smoke began to consume the small village.
Defenseless. Weak. Helpless. At someone else’s mercy. Watching all she cared for ripped and torn away from her.
Tears fell from Riary’s eyes, streaming down silently. Even these, were an allowance by the vampire. It wanted to see her cry, to see her suffer.
Riary was crying… but it wasn’t from despair.
Riary had always been angry.
Always been full of rage and hatred.
She had her mother killed before her eyes. Her father raped right after! Had felt the touch of a fire mage as they saved her, too late to save her Father, dying from his injuries. She grew up alone, her childhood friends killed, her village destroyed, in a mage’s college when it was shown she had a gift for it. Her life was study, her ‘parental figures’ stuffy teachers and nearly emotionless guardians.
She had grown up alone.
Had she despaired? Yes. Had she been sad, depressed, cried herself to sleep at night? Yes. Had she suffered, suffered to the point that thoughts of suicide had appeared?
Yes.
But she had never, never once, let go of her Rage. Never once had it left her. It was her, it was her right. Her right as a human being, a creature of avarice. All that she wanted, was stolen. All that she cared for was taken. Destroyed.
Anger, rage, hatred, it was all of hers. It kept her warm in the night. It kept her steady in the day. It kept her determined at her worst. It was her crutch, her sword, her paintbrush, and her source of mana. It was her fuel and her passion. She had never lost control of it, the same as never losing control of a limb. It was her to her very Core.
Tears feel, but they were not from despair. Even the Ability suffusing her body had trouble keeping her heart steady, her mana still, her blood from pumping, as how she truly felt rose to the surface and was refined, over and over and over again.
Wrath.
Riary had never lost control, had never abandoned her senses to madness. Had never become a wild animal. But now it all fell and dropped away. The only thing left as what had once been a crack, was a fire born of the mind. Rage was all there was. A howling anger so loud that it threatened to kill her. And like a fire, it grew and grew.
The vampire continued to smile down at her, as it fucked her face. It was enjoying this. It would die.
It would burn.
********
I watched on in horror as Vanessa pulled down her pants and shoved its massive cock into Riary’s face. The… stature of Riary only made it look all the worse. My heart was beating, my blood pressure rising. Something new was taking over my body. An old sentiment was rising back up.
The Line had been crossed.
I was a fool. An idiot. I had thought I could somehow leave them to their deaths. And maybe I could have. But nothing crossed The Line and lived. My morals were baked in, more of a robotic response than an emotional one. I could not allow those who commit or permit atrocities to exist.
And, even more than that…
I saw Riary. My tormentor. The one who had tried to kill me, the one who had nearly done so, who had nearly killed Selve. The one who hated me to her core. The one always ready to remind me of where I stood, who always wanted to erase me from existence.
I saw her cry.
Unacceptable.
I was not the only one thinking that. Tyler had exploded. Almost literally.
“RIARY!” Tyler bellowed, his voice shaking the ground around me. He had turned a deep, deep red. Not just from rage but exertion as every single muscle in his entire body strained all at once. He was pushing against the ‘forcefield’ with all his strength. Every single ounce of his strength dedicated to rushing the vampire as much as possible. To saving the woman he cared about.
And he was succeeding. But too slowly.
Even Konahora, she had a rictus of rage I hadn’t imagined possible on her face. She was rapidly testing out the ‘forcefield’ trying to figure out how it worked, trying to find a weak point, trying to escape. Her taps melded together into a constant melody that was only broken by Tyler’s constant yelling.
They would succeed, in time. I knew it, I felt it. But it wouldn’t be enough.
Because I had already figured out what this was. I didn’t know the how, I didn’t know if it was magic, I barely understood myself let alone other people’s abilities. But I knew exactly how this worked. I realized it during the kiss, when Riary leaned into it.
And if I was right, the only chance we had was constant disruption.
So I waited and watched. Watched as Riary had a dick shoved down her throat, watched as she sucked it, watched as Vanessa gracefully, maliciously, used Riary’s mouth. Watched the tears stream down her face.
Light moans from Vanessa added to the sounds of the chamber. Watching this, watching this was a torture I didn’t know I could feel. My own rage had already come and gone. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.
I would make it right.
The minutes stretched past and all of a sudden, it stopped. Vanessa pressed Riary fully against her crotch. And came. There was a loud sigh of relief from her, she even had the luxury to close her eyes.
That was when I struck.
My tail had moved. Moved slowly through the steel like air. Moved like a snake in the grass. And all at once it rushed forward, extending as it did so. The vampire’s eyes shot open and I felt my tail slow to nothing, being stopped in the air, the pressure on it increasing.
If that was all, if that was all I did, my efforts would have been wasted. It would have ended there, a foot away from victory.
But we had to breathe.
I spit and it caught her off guard. Not enough. It didn’t even hit her body before falling to the ground from the pressure. Didn’t even touch her. All it did, at all, was make her react on reflex. Made her raise her hand. That was it.
But that single movement meant everything. For one, single, glorious moment, the only thing touching Riary was her dick. One hand to the side, the other raised slightly into the air.
I honestly thought I’d failed. That it wasn’t enough. Her dick was still in her mouth. My goal had been to make her take a step back, to get Riary away from her.
But then my eyes opened wide as I saw Riary’s head stretch. It looked unnatural, like for a brief horrifying second that her head was going to be torn apart. But she pulled back, tore herself away from her control.
And then the world exploded in flames.
Riary, riary riary riary riary.
Her mind was a mess. That crack inside her had been blown wide open, as she felt a dick slam against the back of her throat. Felt the hard solid piece of flesh pierce into her mouth, felt her lips uncontrollably morph around it, felt her tongue begin to lick up and down it while it was in her mouth.
The Vampire slowly, meticulously, moved its hand that had been on her cheek to the back of her head. It gripped her, slowly pulling her head back and pushing it forward. All while her body, her mouth, was made to suck it.
Riary, riary, riary-
Was being raped.
Memories flew into her, slamming into her. No longer was she the Genius Riary Exholt, Fire Mage. No longer was she in a mansion on a mission gone wrong, feeling someone else’s flesh roll over her tongue, felt the bitter taste of pre-cum drip down her.
No.
She was Riary, the child. Riary Exholt, loving daughter. Watching as her mother was torn apart, running, fleeing, being chased down. Held by a demon, head held in place, forced to watch as her father was pinned to the ground by a single demon. Raped and penetrated while his daughter watched on, while his wife laid dead in a ditch, as blood fell from him and screams rose into the air. As fires and smoke began to consume the small village.
Defenseless. Weak. Helpless. At someone else’s mercy. Watching all she cared for ripped and torn away from her.
Tears fell from Riary’s eyes, streaming down silently. Even these, were an allowance by the vampire. It wanted to see her cry, to see her suffer.
Riary was crying… but it wasn’t from despair.
Riary had always been angry.
Always been full of rage and hatred.
She had her mother killed before her eyes. Her father raped right after! Had felt the touch of a fire mage as they saved her, too late to save her Father, dying from his injuries. She grew up alone, her childhood friends killed, her village destroyed, in a mage’s college when it was shown she had a gift for it. Her life was study, her ‘parental figures’ stuffy teachers and nearly emotionless guardians.
She had grown up alone.
Had she despaired? Yes. Had she been sad, depressed, cried herself to sleep at night? Yes. Had she suffered, suffered to the point that thoughts of suicide had appeared?
Yes.
But she had never, never once, let go of her Rage. Never once had it left her. It was her, it was her right. Her right as a human being, a creature of avarice. All that she wanted, was stolen. All that she cared for was taken. Destroyed.
Anger, rage, hatred, it was all of hers. It kept her warm in the night. It kept her steady in the day. It kept her determined at her worst. It was her crutch, her sword, her paintbrush, and her source of mana. It was her fuel and her passion. She had never lost control of it, the same as never losing control of a limb. It was her to her very Core.
Tears feel, but they were not from despair. Even the Ability suffusing her body had trouble keeping her heart steady, her mana still, her blood from pumping, as how she truly felt rose to the surface and was refined, over and over and over again.
Wrath.
Riary had never lost control, had never abandoned her senses to madness. Had never become a wild animal. But now it all fell and dropped away. The only thing left as what had once been a crack, was a fire born of the mind. Rage was all there was. A howling anger so loud that it threatened to kill her. And like a fire, it grew and grew.
The vampire continued to smile down at her, as it fucked her face. It was enjoying this. It would die.
It would burn.
********
I watched on in horror as Vanessa pulled down her pants and shoved its massive cock into Riary’s face. The… stature of Riary only made it look all the worse. My heart was beating, my blood pressure rising. Something new was taking over my body. An old sentiment was rising back up.
The Line had been crossed.
I was a fool. An idiot. I had thought I could somehow leave them to their deaths. And maybe I could have. But nothing crossed The Line and lived. My morals were baked in, more of a robotic response than an emotional one. I could not allow those who commit or permit atrocities to exist.
And, even more than that…
I saw Riary. My tormentor. The one who had tried to kill me, the one who had nearly done so, who had nearly killed Selve. The one who hated me to her core. The one always ready to remind me of where I stood, who always wanted to erase me from existence.
I saw her cry.
Unacceptable.
I was not the only one thinking that. Tyler had exploded. Almost literally.
“RIARY!” Tyler bellowed, his voice shaking the ground around me. He had turned a deep, deep red. Not just from rage but exertion as every single muscle in his entire body strained all at once. He was pushing against the ‘forcefield’ with all his strength. Every single ounce of his strength dedicated to rushing the vampire as much as possible. To saving the woman he cared about.
And he was succeeding. But too slowly.
Even Konahora, she had a rictus of rage I hadn’t imagined possible on her face. She was rapidly testing out the ‘forcefield’ trying to figure out how it worked, trying to find a weak point, trying to escape. Her taps melded together into a constant melody that was only broken by Tyler’s constant yelling.
They would succeed, in time. I knew it, I felt it. But it wouldn’t be enough.
Because I had already figured out what this was. I didn’t know the how, I didn’t know if it was magic, I barely understood myself let alone other people’s abilities. But I knew exactly how this worked. I realized it during the kiss, when Riary leaned into it.
And if I was right, the only chance we had was constant disruption.
So I waited and watched. Watched as Riary had a dick shoved down her throat, watched as she sucked it, watched as Vanessa gracefully, maliciously, used Riary’s mouth. Watched the tears stream down her face.
Light moans from Vanessa added to the sounds of the chamber. Watching this, watching this was a torture I didn’t know I could feel. My own rage had already come and gone. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right.
I would make it right.
The minutes stretched past and all of a sudden, it stopped. Vanessa pressed Riary fully against her crotch. And came. There was a loud sigh of relief from her, she even had the luxury to close her eyes.
That was when I struck.
My tail had moved. Moved slowly through the steel like air. Moved like a snake in the grass. And all at once it rushed forward, extending as it did so. The vampire’s eyes shot open and I felt my tail slow to nothing, being stopped in the air, the pressure on it increasing.
If that was all, if that was all I did, my efforts would have been wasted. It would have ended there, a foot away from victory.
But we had to breathe.
I spit and it caught her off guard. Not enough. It didn’t even hit her body before falling to the ground from the pressure. Didn’t even touch her. All it did, at all, was make her react on reflex. Made her raise her hand. That was it.
But that single movement meant everything. For one, single, glorious moment, the only thing touching Riary was her dick. One hand to the side, the other raised slightly into the air.
I honestly thought I’d failed. That it wasn’t enough. Her dick was still in her mouth. My goal had been to make her take a step back, to get Riary away from her.
But then my eyes opened wide as I saw Riary’s head stretch. It looked unnatural, like for a brief horrifying second that her head was going to be torn apart. But she pulled back, tore herself away from her control.
And then the world exploded in flames.
