Return

Note: The all-caps and the usual text are meant to represent two different characters in the same body and with the same general voice, just different ways of speaking. Badb (all caps) is very loud and brash, filled with the flaming rage of eons, while the Morrigan (normal text) is cooler and calmer in her speaking, voice more low and mournful.
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*wearily, sadly* Come forth, traveler. 'Tis folly of mine to stop your approach. Step close and let me gaze upon you. *with a sigh gasp, then a low chuckle of amusement* So the prodigal son hath returned to kneel before his dark queen under shade of night. How did you slip past the guards? Come forth to the bars of my cage and let me press your lips to mine.

*electrical shock sound effect, then, mocking laughter* THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR YOUR ACTIONS, LIMP-DICKED BEAST OF BURDEN. THE MARK OF PAIN FOR THOSE WE'VE LOST. YOUR ACTIONS HAVE LAID UPON THIS WORLD A MARK BLACK AS MY LOCKS, AND FOR THAT, YOU SHALL PAY. YOU SHALL CUM BLOOD BY NIGHT'S END, BOY.

*calming, voice deep and cold* Now, take out your cock for me, dark king. *chuckle* Oh come on, my prince, I can see the bulge of your cock through your pants. Needn't act like this isn't desired, my sweet little boy. That's it, there's a good boy. Now, stroke for your queen. *chuckling, beginning to finger herself* Oh sweet Baphomet, how I wish that I could use you for my pleasure. If I could bid these fetters to tear away, you would be pinned beneath me, just as when we met, buried deep inside my aching chasm cunt. Yes, stroke faster, my dark prince, use yourself for thine Mistress. Remember, use thine nails as I would. As I have once left talon marks down your back, thou shalt leave the same down thine shaft. Remember our cardinal rule, little boy: All pleasure is mixed with pain.

*improv here, continue with the Shakespearian dialogue mingled with dirty talk. If you're comfortable with commanding him to do more painful things to himself, do so, and do the next line when you're getting close to cumming*

Are you close, sweet boy? Is your cock aching to spill forth its seed unto this floor? Are you ready to give your offering to your queen, your goddess, your fucking Mistress?

STOP. NOW. REMOVE YOUR HANDS FROM YOUR FUCKING DICK, CANDLESKINNED NEEDLEDICK, AND WATCH AS YOUR QUEEN SPILLS FORTH AND OBTAINS THE END YOU'VE BEEN DENIED. *orgasm here, then panting*

I hope you enjoyed that, sweet Baphomet. For this is your eternity now, my dear 'NoCock Holmes'. Damned to be Sisyphus, drawing yourself up to some great end, only to be stopped by a force far more grand and glorious than thine own.

Now, say it. *scoff* Don't be a fool, Baphomet. You know exactly what to say. 'Thank you, my Queen. Your domination is a grace upon my damned soul'. *chuckle* Good boy. My sweet, terrible monster, you are mine, now and forever.

Now, start stroking again for your Mistress. *chuckle*