[🎶 Psycho Killer – Talking Heads.]
NOTHING GOT THE JUICES FLOWING LIKE FEAR. And Rafel smelled a great deal of it in his home. Someone was afraid—of him. Three very attractive women in particular. It felt good.
"Manor?" Rafel whispered to his stately mansion.
The haunted house screeched in response. And Rafel heard a door jam and windows clap. The Manor was answering him. As part of his rank as Lord of Emberfall, he could control the [Haunting] ability of the house.
"Make the house extra creepy!" Rafel ordered.
The entire staircase rolled like a billowing curtain at his voice and Rafel knew it was done.
Merely a second later, he felt the shingles on every adjoining door in the Manor shiver and rattle. A creaking filled the floorboards. The mist from the courts outside funneled in through slips in the wood. The windows shot open by themselves and began a rowdy banging. Noises like a mix of playing kids and singing nuns whispered in the many halls. Bedrooms and chambers went silent and torches dimmed along hallways.
Black crows flew in from the grounds and perched on pedestals and the Romanesque sculptures lining the foyer bristled, like they were suddenly possessed. The hanging velvet drapes were lifted high into the rooms as cold wind rushed through the awning. Shadows danced in the corners and darkness swamped the areas candlelight didn't touch. To cup it all, the massive crystal chandelier topping the foyer's clean ceiling—which had never once dimmed a diamond tear—winked out.
In the chambers and closets where the girls hid, they saw all of these, and cold perspiration slipped down their spines. In the aggravated eerieness, it was like the cold touch of a demon's crooked finger. One particular demon alright!
It was Rafel's doing. He wanted his women scared enough to piss their panties. Or perhaps, wet them in something else. Anyhow, wet was good.
What was the fun in playing a scary game if it didn't feel like you were about to die just the next second?
He intended to play Deadman's Hand, but if the ladies were up for it, it could also be more.
. . .Fucking. Fucking—to be precise.
"Right! Time's up!" Rafel boomed up the stairs. He quickly started the jog up the spiral column. "So a good Detective knows the back story of the victim, same as a good killer. What's the story, here?
I know Corazón is the Sorceress. Aya, possibly the Harlot—fourth time in a row now; lucky slave. Ravenna though. . .she's the wild card. She could be anything from the Queen to the Knight. A dangerous combo to Cora's character as the Sorceress.
I have to separate those two first. Let the hunt begin with my Little Raven then."
Rafel exited from the Landing, totally covered in mist now, to the first storey of the Manor. He stared into the long hallway with the flickering lights. Prepared, he got into character. "You can't hide from The Reaper, ye silly wenches! Death itself fears me. I'll have your lush flesh before delivering each of ye to the open mouth of the abyss. Do yerselves a favor and surrender now!"
Rafel waited thirty seconds, and when he heard nothing, he said, "I thought as much."
He began tracing the long corridor with his extended claws.
"System, equip Dark Hunter ability!"
[Ding!]
[Dark Hunter Ability Equipped!]
[Perks: Tracker Pads, Cyclops Demon Eye, Night Vision, Shadow Dimension.]
Rafel's informal house wear—of black suede denim with loosely dangling crossbelts he didn't strap to his dark grey shirt—immediately gained accents of shadows that danced around his form. It swirled under his bare feet and whispered into his clothes and dark ginger hair. The darkness was him. In the circles of umbrae flooding his giant body, he was horror brought to life.
His amber eyes glowed in the dark halos and when he walked, the floorboards didn't so much as creak.
The [Dark Hunter] ability had once successfully gotten him a golden-haired Immortal, one who was currently making friends of his Bloodhounds in his basement dungeon. He did not for a second doubt this [Rare] extension of himself to fetch out his prey—no matter how much they tried to hide.
Ravenna, being the one with the least mana level system in the entire house depended on her genius intellect to escape The Reaper.
In the large pantry of the Manor's sprawling kitchen where she had run to during Rafel's frightful countdown, and where she now hid, the green-eyed beauty turned over her card. To Ravenna, her hiding place was the safest bet against Rafel's hellish mind. He would first look into the many rooms of the mansion which would keep him occupied for at least an hour—if he didn't use his Legendary [Wicked Swift] ability.
Ravenna stared down at her black card.
She was The Maiden.
"Now what the hell am I supposed to do? Wait on a chivalrous Knight to come save me?"
She cursed the fate of the game, but kept her voice to a hush.
"—no wonder no one in Eldoria plays this game. Mortals can't win."
Her assertion was further solidified by the artful figurine of the young countryside girl in comely scarlet robes staring back at her from the card.
"You must be a virgin too, huh? I guess the cards don't lie." She whispered.
"LIITTTLE RAAAAVEN. . ."
"Oh fuck. Shit!"
Ravenna instantly put her hand over her mouth at the sound of Rafel's sudden voice. His baritone was crispy and deceptive. Like the big bad wolf of the Red Riding Hood lore.
"LIITTTLE RAAAAVEN. . ."
The cold voice came again and Ravenna scooted deeper into the pantry. She hoped her silence would make him walk over. How the hell did he make it to the kitchen so soon anyway? She shivered with great petrified anxiety. But more than that, there was a tingling, slow but definitely there, between her legs.
She was turned on.
[🎶 Father Figure – George Michael.]
The thought of being caught by something larger, bigger, and stronger than her. . .the possible manhandling and danger aroused her to the point where her jade eyes glowed like a barium flame.
And she made a squeak.
She was too slow in subduing it.
Instantly, the little door of the pantry was ripped away. Completely torn from the metal burnish.
A ruthlessly handsome face, topped by glorious red hair and wicked golden eyes peered in. His smile was satanic in sinister delight.
"Gotcha!" Rafel growled.
Ravenna felt her insides sing to his bright eyes and when he put his strong arm in to drag her out by her flood of dark hair, she clenched her thighs together and let herself flow with his seductive dominance. Her small breasts ached for a hard massage of his callused hands. And her clit throbbed to feel him cup her pussy.
She was wet. She knew it.
No long cold months at any boarding school in the world could change her attraction to this man.
Rafel pulled her on her knees to the long island. He dropped her hair and she lay on all fours at his feet. He stared her down with an unholy light in his eyes. Ravenna locked her green eyes with his and licked her lips.
"What! You're gonna kill me now, Reaper? Or, do you want to do something else?"
Ravenna kept her voice to a bedroom purr and Rafel leaned down, one strong arm placed at the edge of the island over her head and the other fisting her midnight waves.
"Shut up, wench!" He barked.
He released her, and she fell to the smooth tiled floors. Her face came low to his bare feet. Ravenna bit on the inside of her cheeks to keep from licking at his toes. She was so, so turned on right now!
"Let's see what ye are, wench!"
Rafel plucked up her card from her shaking fingers. Both of them still kept to the roleplaying characters of the game.
"Ah, The Maiden. . ." Rafel laughed. It was more of a cackle. "What a sorry character! Deadman's Hand ain't for ye, lassie. Why? Because yer such a pitiful, piss-poor wench. The only thing you're probably good for is the virgin pussy on ye!"
At this, Ravenna lifted up her head. Her green eyes flamed and slowly rose over the seven feet of Rafel to his dark grin. He was being vulgar intentionally. She had no outlet for all the pent-up want inside her, so she let it all rage as anger.
Ravenna shot up to her feet.
She lifted on her tiptoes and glared at Rafel in his amber gaze.
"Yes, I am The Maiden, Reaper! I am the comely, enslaved wench. The little girl maid who waltzes around your house, humming and washing dishes. But that doesn't mean you don't want a taste. . .a taste of this virgin pussy!
Tell me something, Reaper. You ever had a woman squeeze your cock so tight you see the stars?"
"QUIET!" Rafel boomed and the whole house rattled at the force of his voice.
He grabbed Ravenna by her tiny waist and turned her around. She was easily compliant, and her soft body in his hands nearly made him whip out his dick and drag her down to it. Instead, he turned her to face away from him and roughly bent her forward.
"Grip the edge!" He pushed her to island's polished countertop.
Ravenna complied. She was gyrating her rump. She was begging for it. Anger and fear had turned her into a liquid mess of hormones.
She knew Rafel tempered his self-control with her, and she began to tempt him with dirty talk.
"I know you want to fuck this Maiden, Reaper. Do it! I won't tell. Take me. Claim my virgin pussy. I'm soaked to my panties for you. Reach down yourself and feel if you doubt it. At least before you kill me, fuck me first. The game now is Deadman's Hand—and more."
Rafel couldn't open his mouth and tell her to be quiet again. Because in truth, he didn't want her to stop talking. Not when she talked like that.
So instead, he spanked her.
"Ohh, fuck yes." Ravenna moaned. "More please."
Her whimper was so delicious that Rafel didn't care for the hurt of his palm. With his large hand, roughened by years of wielding his longsword in battle against fiend after fiend, Rafel raised high in the air and slapped his Little Raven's cute pert ass until she was writhing in his grip.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
It was the left ass cheek. Then the right. Left again.
Ravenna could see the green reflection of her glowing eyes over the island's resplendent top. She bucked and arched her back, rubbing her ass wantonly against the friction of Rafel's jeans who stood directly behind her.
She would be now impaled on his hefty meaty cock if not for the clothes between them.
Ravenna let her sounds of pain and pleasure ascend into the eerie ambiance of the kitchen.
"Ohh! Ahh. Yes. Fuck! Please. Don't stop. Spank this little girl. This plain Maiden. Spank her good, Reaper! Oh fuck yes. Spank her! She's being a naughty, naughty brat."
Corazón and Aya Naamah heard these sounds as muffled groaning in their hiding places—respectively the hidden stairwell behind the Manor's Study, and the large rosewood garden, under a blooming trough of mountain moonflowers—and rushed out together. They met in the wide gilden hallway.
The Manor made creepy wailing sounds as they hurried down the corridor, under fluctuating wan lights to the kitchen.
Cora and Aya stopped short at the entryway.
Both their eyes', blue and violet, widened to saucers.
Rafel had one of his long capable arms caging Ravenna's wrists behind her back. She was bent over the countertop and he was punishing her ass with demanding spanks as she feverishly writhed under him.
"Fuck me." Cora whispered silently.
She wanted to drag a chair close, pull down her pants and watch forever.
But the game was not yet finished.
The Reaper had to go down.
It was abundantly clear that he had captured, and was now 'torturing' The Maiden.
Cora, alias The Sorceress turned to share a knowing look with Aya, alias The Knight—not the Harlot this time, surprisingly. They both nodded to each other. And turned back forward. Cora tossed her black card with the purple Witch drawing into the air and drew on her mana core.
Silvery blue luminance instantly glowed into the kitchen's shadows. The aura shimmered out from within her until she bathed in it like a giant firefly. It poured out from her and slithered like a living thing, brightening the shadows Rafel. . .the Reaper had cast.
It was at the enchanting light that Rafel's hand paused. He turned to Cora just as Aya Naamah jumped for him.
Swiftly, the Knight conjured up a flaming blue laser sword and leapt from the entry all the way across to the Reaper who stood at the kitchen's island.
She yelled out her fortitude and chivalry, in hopes of defeating her foe.
"LET THE MAIDEN GO, REAPER. By the divine light of the Sorceress and valor of the Knight, your darkness is quenched. With my silver dagger I shall lop of your head, and justice will be done only when you are dead!"
Aya quoted intelligently from the game's handbook.
She reached Rafel in her aerial attack. She wasn't really going to strike him though. But Rafel released Ravenna who crumpled to the kitchen floors, and he caught Aya's sword hand anyway. With a simple slap at the wrist, he relieved her of her weapon.
He grabbed at her fair hips in the air, kneading her plump ass for good measure. He dominated the bosomy female Knight and dragged her down to kneel at his feet.
Before Cora could intervene as The Sorceress, Rafel sent out the shadows swarming him with a burst of dark telekinesis. The arcane threads wove around Cora, swamping and extinguishing her blue divine light. It spread round her svelte body and wrapped her in its gothic webs like a spider's ready meal.
"Come here, Sorceress!"
Rafel pulled her to him, commanding the darkness with his mind. He didn't lift a finger.
All three women lurked at his feet.
The Sorceress. The Knight. The Maiden.
And he, The Reaper stood victorious and in black, above their adorable aroused eyes.
Cora seductively blinked rapidly on her knees, looking up to Rafel.
"Will you surrender us to the Deadman's Hand now, Reaper?" She too, asked in character from the game's handbook.
Rafel's wicked eyes burned Hellfire crimson as he replied in a grave, wolfish bass.
"Yes, ye filthy wenches! You dared pull weapon against me. But first, I shall have my reward."
He put his free hand, the one not holding Aya's hands behind, to his large silver belt buckle. He unclasped it. And a loud sawing sound filled the wide kitchen as he began pulling his zipper down.
The kitchen area was erotically dark, and the shadowed corners of cupboards and pans only amped up the sex atmosphere. Ravenna stared from the side. She had the same look of adoration in her lit green eyes. All three women looked on Rafel in worship.
In Aya's charge, she had ripped the front of his shirt. And his brick hard six-pack glistened in the darkness.
Aya raked them with her fingernails, falsely attempting to pull away from what Rafel was revealing.
He dipped his hand, reaching through his fly and briefs to pull out a robust meat. His cock was fat and heavy, very ready to conquer, and he boldly patted the sides of Aya's lovely face with it.
After some seconds of fake withdrawal, she opened her mouth and dropped her tongue.
Rafel held his cock, hard and veiny, and gripping both sides of her head, he dragged her down to it.
Aya's fine nails scratched faint scars down his abs and she took him down to her throat. It was sloppy and excited her. The musk of sex and sweet fear blended into the kitchen with the moving shadows of Rafel's [Dark Hunter] ability.
This part was not in the game's handbook.
"Yes. . ." Rafel hissed in a scratchy growl. "Suck your Reaper's cock, you dirty voluptuous Knight! Suck it good. Your DEATH depends on it. Yes, like that. Just. Like. That."
Rafel roughly pulled her back and his cock bobbed as it popped out her mouth. His thick nob was joined to her full pink lips by a wet trail of slobber. Cora leaned in and licked off the saliva left by Aya's mouth dripping down to Rafel's balls. He stared with wide eyes. It was the filthiest act.
"Want more, you fuckin' sexy knight?" Cora demanded sharply of Aya.
Still reeling from the intense deepthroating, Aya blinked hooded eyes, nodding long.
"Yes. Fuck yeah! I want more. The Reaper's cock is so fucking huge! I want this big, thick fucking dick sliding and fucking my mouth. And after, my wet slimy cunt. . .my dirty fucking ass. I'm gonna be the filthiest fucking Knight you've ever had, Reaper. I'm gonna—"
Cora grabbed Aya's thick braid and pushed her back down to Rafel's girthy meat.
"Less talk, bitch! More sucking!"