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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

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Edits as of 08/2016
Happy new year everyone!
Chapter contains S/M and D/S attributes. Physical violence, cat-o-nine-tails and Vampiric based 'Correction' of misbehavior and then smex. You have been warned!
Chapter Thirty-Six: Corrective Measures
*-/*-* Katrina POV *-*-*
When next I woke, it was to the cool sensation of a lightly scented, oil dampened cloth being brushed over my forehead. The dim crackle of a low burning fire within the nearby fireplace was a calming sound and yet... I stiffened briefly and then registered the soothing touch of cool skin against the back of my own far too warm body. It took me a moment to realize that I was on my side with Kain pressed along the line of my back. A few more seconds later, and I registered an old, familiar pain in my shoulders and backside.
I let out a faint groan. I knew that my body had started to recover from what I'd long ago decided to call 'shock fever'. While I could not get sick as a human might, when my body took enough damage, normally the most extreme of wounds, and the adrenaline wore off after my attempts to fight back ceased, I would find myself in a feverish state as my body struggled to recover from the harm that I had received. Losing my wings as I had was a guaranteed way to put me into a shock fever state. This though... this was the first time I'd ever woken from a fevered state to the sensation of 'home' that seemed to fill the very air. It was... nice...
"I do believe her fever has broken," a soft voice said. Janos' voice.
"Her heartbeat and breathing have indeed calmed," Kain's voice filled the air in a soothing rumble of noise.
I shifted my head weakly at the sound of my Mate's voice. I let out a soft, instinctual croon of noise and tried to push further back against the cooler skin of his bared chest. Cool hands began to run over my arms, a trail of cold relief. Dimly, as any thought yet required an enormous effort of will, I realized that Kain's skin being so cold meant that he had not fed recently. I twitched into that near to gentle touch and worked my jaw as I struggled to find my voice.
"Too... too hot," I managed to say in a soft murmur.
"I will put out the fire and open the balcony doors in but a moment my Childe," Janos said.
The cloth passed over my forehead and cheeks once more before I heard my adopted Sire move off to the side to douse the flames. A few more moments later and I heard the heavy sounds of the balcony doors being opened a few inches as he let in the outside air.
I blinked my eyes open blearily and tried to squirm onto my back as I looked around. I finally realized that we were in our room back in the mansion and my squirms lessened somewhat. Kain's hands gently shifted along my skin and he helped to shift me around so that I could recline on my back despite the pain that flared along my shoulder blades. I let out a soft, near-to-pleased hiss of breath when the now, slightly cooler, air of the room brushed along the side that had been pressed against the bed. I weakly rolled my shoulders one at a time and winced at the bone deep ache that still flashed along my spine like the prickling of a thousand barbed needles. It was a pain that would last for the next month or so. Eventually the pain would change into turn to a mild, healing itch up until the last month of the regeneration process. Then it would transmute into a building pressure similar to when my wings had first 'grown', as if they would tear free on their own without warning and at any given second.
I raised a shaky hand to rub at my light sensitive eyes. The scent of blood registered to my hindbrain a moment later and I let out a low, hungry growl at the life-giving scent. I turned as much as I possibly could toward the source of that sweet aroma and felt the cool touch of glass against my lips a moment later. The contact briefly startled me, but I relaxed back against the bed as I was fed exquisite vitae from one of the larger blood vials. My vision cleared in increments whilst I slowly swallowed the energy-renewing fluid and I blinked as the room truly came into focus instead of the partially blurry state it had been in previously. I tried to sit up once the vial was emptied and let out a groan as I made the attempt. I felt far better than I had not even five minutes ago, despite the continued ache along my spine, yet I knew that my choice would affect me for months to come.
Kain's hand was a firm weight against my lower back as he helped me sit up and I leaned back against the headboard of our bed a moment later. I felt briefly exhausted by the effort of movement even as my body continued to process the rich vitae that I had consumed. I looked down with a small shiver and distantly realized the fact that I was yet completely naked. I couldn't really bring myself to care much about my state of undress though, not even at the realization that Janos, the father-figure in my life, had started to look my nude form over with the clinical care of a practiced physician. Normally, I would be embarrassed for him to see me in such a state. I looked over at Kain and noticed that he wore naught but his leather pants. I blinked and then reached out a hand to idly touch his chest with the pads of my fingers. It was more to reassure myself that I was... home... more than anything else.
"How long... was I out?" I asked them softly.
My voice was yet heavy and thick with the remnants of disuse caused by sleep. I leaned into Kain's chest and took in his scent with the idleness of one not yet fully awake and aware. He let out a soft huff of breath, a sound of almost amusement. He allowed the continued contact as I pet at the smooth plains of his chest and stomach, yet there was something undecipherable in his gaze when I looked him in the eye. I frowned in bleary confusion and opened my mouth in order to ask him what was wrong when Janos' talons suddenly carded through my hair. The touch drew my attention away from Kain's eyes and I blinked up at Janos' concerned visage.
"You were unconscious for two days my Childe," Janos said as he continued to run his taloned fingers through my shortened hair. "You had us all worried. I had not thought you capable of becoming ill from infection."
The last was said with a questioning lilt to his tone and I shook my head in response to the silent question.
"Not infection," I responded. My voice slowly gained in strength the longer I spoke. "Shock fever. Too much damage all at once sends me into such a state once I no longer have the strength to keep fighting. My body has to work harder then usual to keep me alive as it fights to repair or neutralize the damage as fast as it can. This causes a kind of fever in the process. Wing loss always sends me into such a state and so can having my flesh rent through to the bone. You said I was out for two days?"
"Yes," Kain rumbled against my side. "I take it you are used to waking up from such a state after a longer period of time has passed?"
"Yes," I responded with a nod of my head. "But then, you were actively helping me to recover. Previous times I was left to fend for myself."
"How many times did you almost die because you were left in such a state?" Janos asked me. His voice rose in pitch with his anger and upset.
"I've... lost count," I responded with a small wince. I met Kain's gaze and noticed that he was keeping his face carefully blanked of all expression. I turned to look back at my adopted Sire with a small frown. "I fine now that I'm awake and have been fed. I believe that I'll be back on my feet within a few more minutes… maybe a half-hour at the most."
"I will leave you to rest then," Janos said with a tilt of his head.
He briefly patted my head in a way that ruffled my shortened hair. I swatted at his hand with an annoyed, yet playful hiss and he chuckled in response. The relief that I would be alright was writ plain in his eyes. He turned and closed the door gently as he left the room.
I let out a faint sigh and leaned my head back against the wood of the headboard. As I did so, a faint and painful ripple pulsed down my back in a way that caused my hands to spasm momentarily. I let out a soft grunt at the discomfort and then reached back to rub at my shoulder blades to try to sooth the twitching ache. A moment later, Kain nudged and bullied me onto my stomach before he started to issue a somehow testing massage to my upper back and shoulders. I let out a distressed hiss of breath, as the normally sensual massage now sent brief flashes of agony along my back even as the consistent, careful pressure started to help relax the tensed and sore muscles. His hands moved down to my lower back and sides. The pressure continued to be gentle and testing as his fingers massaged my back. I was able to relax for a few brief minutes before his hands moved back up. I spoke up a moment later in an effort to distract myself from the renewed flashes of pain.
"What did you decide for Alma's punishment?" I asked him softly as I recalled his anger with the vampiress.
"That has yet to be decided, as I would know the list of injuries that you received by Sarafan hands directly from you my Little One," he said in a low, almost dangerous tone.
I hesitated in responding to his unvoiced command for me to provide such a list and tensed beneath him. His hand closed tight around the back of my neck a moment later in a grip that was harsh enough that it forced a startled squeak out of me. I went limp immediately. He leaned over me and his voice was dark with warning as he growled in my ear.
"Do not think to keep anything from me in an effort to lessen her punishment, Katrina," he growled. Just my name, no endearments… oh, hell. He was pissed. "This is an order as your General. Your King. I am not making a request as your lover. Do you understand me?"
I gulped and shivered beneath him at the danger inherent in his tone.
"I understand," I responded softly.
"Good," his hands moved to once more caress and massage along my back, shoulders and neck in testing touches. I slowly relaxed again but a part of me remained uneasy beneath him. "Report on what happened as Cillian betrayed you."
"...may I ask something first?" I murmured softly, warily, as I was unsure of his mood. He seemed calm now but...
"If your question is regarding the girl-child," he said in a tone that was cold and calm, he'd easily know what I'd wanted to ask, "she did not survive."
"She was still alive when I arrived at the clearing," I said in a sorrowful tone a moment later. "Cillian remained behind whilst I was teleported away. He'd said something about hiding his scent. He had to have killed her in the process."
"I suspected as much," he said as his hands moved over my shoulders. "Did he harm you?"
"Damn near broke my jaw," I growled out in response.
"Hnn," he growled as well. A low, deadly thrum of noise. "It seems I may need to have a longer conversation with him at some point then."
"That fucker is still alive?!" I shouted and I tried to push up into a sitting position.
His hands pressed down firmly on my shoulders and he forced me back down against the bed. I let out a snarl of noise as I squirmed beneath his firm grasp in an effort to pull free. The desire to find the traitorous little fucking prick and rip him to bits flared through me. My Aura flared wildly and, despite my still somewhat exhausted condition, I still managed to push myself up several inches. Kain's own Aura slammed down over me like a heavyweight hammer. I growled louder still in response even as the pressure bared down on me and I lost the few inches that I had gained. His Aura forced me back against the bed with my left cheek pressed against the pillow, the energy lanced through me with nearly as much force as his hands upon my shoulders.
"Calm yourself now," he snarled from above. "There will be a public execution this very eve. He will not live much longer."
I stopped struggling beneath his hands and let out another low growl.
"Fine, fine," I bit out in a dark tone. "God damned son of a fucki-gah!"
Kain's claws suddenly dug deep into my shoulders and I went completely still beneath him. I tilted my head to bare my throat in submission and I let my Aura flicker out with a high, angry keen. He leaned over me and growled low in my ear.
"I said to calm yourself woman," he said in a dark tone. "If you desire to met out your own vengeance, then there will be time enough for such a thing before or even during the execution. Now, make your report!"
"Alright! Alright!" I yelped out and I shuddered beneath him.
I took a shaky breath and his claws eased up. The sharp points were still dug into the flesh of my shoulders. The small wounds healed around the very tips of his claws and any shift in movement cut into my skin. It was a subtle warning against any further outbursts, so I swiftly started to make my report.
"Three pulses of lightning magic hit me before I was knocked unconscious with a sleep spell," I started and then paused as I recalled what else Cillian had done. "Ah, wait... my wing got wrenched and twisted by Cillian as he tossed me toward the person who teleported me away, most likely the Bastard. My wings were hooked up while I was out cold, so I don't recall the pain of that due to the sleep spell. They were later wrenched twice while I was conscious and pretending to yet be asleep. The muscle and membrane of my wings were torn due to the placement of the hooks. Three more lightning spells followed whilst I was working on escaping from them. The last blast of magic right into the remains of my wings hurt the worst. Any other damage I might have taken likely healed before I awoke from my forced slumber."
"Hm," his voice was a dark and thoughtful hum above me. "You were not long gone, only a few hours as opposed to the days you were missing the last time. They did not have an extensive amount of time to bring you to harm. Still, Alma will be hung by the flesh of her back by no less than eighteen well placed hooks and then forced to endure no less than twenty of the highest level lightning spells that Vorador can cast. They will be spaced out over the course of twelve hours. As Cillian had aligned himself to the Sarafan's banner with his betrayal, her jaw will be broken and forced to remain broken until the twelve hours is up."
I shuddered under his touch at that cold, brutal, so matter of fact tone. The pinpricks of his claws slid from my flesh and his hand suddenly closed over the back of my neck. He leaned over me a moment later and sank his fangs into my right ear in a painful, punishing bite that did not immediately abate. I let out a pained yelp even as I fought to not move my head lest I cause his fangs to rip free and cause worse damage to my ear.
"Gahhhhissss," I half hissed as my eyes clenched shut at the continued pain. "W-why...?"
Kain eased his fangs from the flesh of my ear a few moments later. He licked the blood away slowly, contemplatively, before he leaned back. Claws began to dance a dangerous trail over the surface of my back. I shivered when his Aura darkened and became a heavier weight along my mind. I shifted to bare my throat to him as much as I could and panted softly for breath. I clenched my eyes shut while I tried to endure the mental onslaught of pressure still confused at having his anger directed at me.
"Think Katrina," he said in a soft, dangerous hiss of breath. "Why would I be upset with you?"
"I..." I could hardly think under the pressure of his Aura and I scrambled to answer him. I couldn't even think of anything beyond... "I-is this because I c-challenged you in front of the others regarding Alma?"
The claws of one hand suddenly dug painfully into the base of my spine, not tearing, but they were instant, needle-like stabs of pain on either side of the spinal column. I arched as a result and I let out a hissing sound of pain as his claws started to dig deeper still into my flesh. I started to yelp out my safe word when the pain began to become too much, his claws digging in too deep, only to have his other hand clamp tightly over my mouth before I could even get the first syllable of sound out.
"No. I will let your public challenge to my command go as you were attempting to correct an oversight and protect a vassal," he growled. He leaned over me, his eyes a white shock of power and energy. "This, however, is to be a punishment due to your disobeying a direct order from me. Understand plainly mine own; this is not a sexual situation. You do not have access to that word. Not during the administration of a correction."
I let out a muffled whimper of noise and trembled faintly. I felt my eyes widen at the cold tone of his voice as he spoke those unyielding words. I was reminded of Alma's comment a while back about facing 'the General's whip' and I swallowed roughly as fear began to bubble through me. The claw of his thumb scratched sharply along the line of my jaw and I flinched under the cutting pressure.
"I am allowing you a mercy in this, both in making this a private punishment when I could have made it a public correction and by doing less than I normally would considering the damage that you sustained with the temporary loss of your wings," he said as he tilted his head. He lifted his hand from my mouth a moment later. "Now, what order did you fail to obey Katrina?"
I shuddered again at his words, grateful in part that he was not going to issue public punishment. I did not was to be put through the embarrassment of such a thing, of being punished with others around to watch... me... I swallowed hard and had to bite back an outright whimper of fear as I suddenly realized why he was upset with me. Just what I had failed to do...
"I broke f-from the group, from Alma, when you had ordered me to remain either with my men, or at least her, when out on the field," I said as I clenched my eyes shut. "Left myself v-vulnerable when I knew I was being targeted and was captured as a result of my ineptitude just as much as Cillian's betrayal."
"Correct," he said with a low growl. "What should you have done?"
"W-waited for Alma, possibly even the other vampires in my contingent, before moving toward the child's scream," I responded in a soft voice. I did not open my eyes. I did not want to see the rage, or worse yet the disappointment, in his gaze. I had failed him...
"Correct," he said with a dark-some purr of noise that sounded equal parts pleased with my understanding of the situation and enraged with my failure. "Hands above your head."
"Yes Ka..." claws dug into my back again and I yipped in pain. I corrected myself on instinct even as I raised my hands above my head. "General! Yes, my General!"
"Better," claws pulled free of my flesh. A moment passed and I then felt the pulse of magic as a Telekinetic hold wrapped tight around my wrists to keep them pinned in place. "Head up."
I raised my head and the next thing I knew he had wrapped a blindfold over my eyes and behind the tops of my ears. He knotted the cloth tight and I winced at the sharp yank he gave to the cloth. I couldn't help the growing tremble that began to wrack through my body as my fear spiked at being bound so. He pushed my head back down against the pillow with my left cheek pressed once more against the feather-filled silk pillow and his fangs scratched painfully against the shell of my exposed ear.
"Not a sound out of you now," he rumbled softly as his tongue rasped over the wounded skin. "And do not hurt yourself as you endeavor to keep yourself silent. That is an order. Do you understand Katrina?"
I nodded my head in silent understanding even as I struggled to control my fear.
I had never had to face 'correction' at the hands of those on Nosgoth, and no, I had never once counted the wounds obtained during sparring practice as 'corrections'. Alma had long ago told me that a correction process was something that a Sire or Commander chose in order to prevent further misbehavior and the methods of punishment were based upon an individual's personality. Cillian had hated submitting to females, ever, for any reason and thus the greatest punishment for him was to be beholden to the whims of the Brides. Others still feared public punishment like being lashed or feared water or sunlight in turn and thus their corrective punishments would be tailored to them specifically.
True harm, physical harm caused outside of fighting lessons, harm caused by the hands of my Clan... frightened me. The knowledge that Kain was going to issue physical punishment to me directly... terrified me even as my vampiric instincts made me submit due to the fact that I had indeed disobeyed my King's, my Alpha's, direct order. An order that had been issued to me to help insure my own physical safety and well being in the face of a known threat.
Fingers closed painfully around the shell of my right ear and it was twisted partly to the side. I inhaled a harsh breath when a claw started to dig slowly through skin and cartilage at the inner part of my ear to open up a wide hole. There was a twisting of magic near my ear and I had to fight not to pull away as the magic stretched that hole wider still. A moment passed and I felt the cold press of metal being pushed through the open wound and the magic faded away. I twitched at the strange sensation that pulsed through me as the flesh and cartilage healed around the metal.
The grip on my ear shifted and my mouth opened in a silent scream when his claw again cut along my ear, this time along the inside edge of my ear in a slashing cut that opened my ear from the top down to the lobe. Again there was the sense of magic being used to hold the wound open and I felt a larger chunk of cold metal pushed in along the line of the wound. I dug my claws into the top part of the pillow and the sharp points tore into the silk whilst I panted harshly for breath. The wound closed around the metal and three thick rods now cleanly pierced the shell of my ear at the top, middle and bottom lobe. I twitched again at the strange sensation of metal embedded in my flesh, having never pierced my ears before, and I blinked rapidly behind the blindfold. My breathing started to even out once the pain began to fade and I shifted my head toward Kain as I felt him move over me.
"Good, very good Katrina," Kain said with a dark purr. The sound of a claw ringing against metal rang through the air and magic again tingled at my ear. The metal seemed to heat slightly and my head twitched. "Now, say 'dominus'."
I swallowed roughly and spoke the Latin word with careful enunciation, "Dominus? Nngh... Ah… ahhh!"
I twitched violently and shook my head as the metal suddenly became cold enough that it burned and I felt the tingle of magic zap along my entire body. I turned my head to try to rub the now aching flesh of my ear against my arm, the pillow, anything really, in an effort to sooth the cold ache. Kain's hand closed around the back of my neck in order to keep me pinned in place as the strange sensation faded. Only once I had stilled again did he move off of my pinned form. I felt the bed shift when he moved to stand and I tried to turn my head to follow his footsteps. It sounded like he had stopped at one of the dressers and a nervous apprehension begin to fill me.
"The item currently embedded in your ear was swiftly and carefully crafted for you by Vorador whilst you healed," Kain rumbled. There was a clicking sound, as if he had opened a small chest. "Activated as it is now, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation where you are trapped in enemy hands, you are to say the trigger word. The magic in the earpiece will then teleport you to my side and away from danger. Now... we must needs be certain that you can speak the trigger word past the pain that an enemy might cause you."
Kain walked back over to the bed and it once more shifted as he moved to sit beside me. I twitched my head in his direction as he eased closer to me and I trembled when he dragged his fingers gently down along the line of my spine. I clenched and unclenched my hands carefully so that I did not cut myself with my claws. I felt something else brush against my skin when his hand moved away. Nine thin strips of leather suddenly teased, almost tickled, over my back before the weight of the handle that those strips were connected to settled along my spine. I froze against the bed and outright terror flashed through me.
"You know what this is?" he asked, almost conversationally, as his hands again skimmed over my back.
"Cat-o …" my voice caught in my throat and I let out a choked sound. "Used... used... flaying! No!"
I yelped out the last word, filled with a sudden and pure kind of panic. I started to buck violently and pulled against that telekinetic hold around my wrists. I tried to pull away from his touch when the magically bindings did not loosen and lashed out at the same time toward him with my legs. I attempted to kick him away with a desperate snarl of sound when one of his hands brushed against my foot.
His Aura slammed down on me abruptly, even as his right hand closed around the back of my neck and the tips of his fingers pushed against his Mark. A wave of unyielding, forced calm hit me hard enough that I almost blacked out from the mental onslaught. I blinked into the darkness of the blindfold dazedly. My thoughts had been stilled so completely by his Aura that I could not have said which direction was 'up' and which was 'down' if someone had asked me. That powerful Aura eased up away from me in slow increments as he moved me so that I was once more laid out on my stomach. A faint grunt of noise escaped me and my body gave a violent twitch of movement, a remnant of my subconscious terror. Even though my body continued to twitch, I remained pliant under his touch and he was easily able to re-position me as he wished.
"There now," Kain's voice filled my ears, a soft and soothing croon. "Calm mine own, tsaa. I can assure you that you will not be flayed my Katrina. You have done nothing to warrant a punishment quite that severe. You have not betrayed me mine own, but merely disobeyed my commands. Shh now. Easy."
A fine trembling started to run through my body despite his words and the continued, calming pressure of his Aura. I swallowed roughly and tried to calm myself by sinking into the soothing thrum of his voice. That he was using endearments once more helped me to relax a little at a time, but fear still lanced through me. I would not apologize for the fierce reaction to the touch of that tool and yet...
"All I know..." I murmured softly against the silk-covered pillow.
"I understand that," he said and he issued another soft croon. "I am going to hit you with it now and show you how it is supposed to be used in these situations mine own. Breathe in slow and deep for me, then let out the breath just as slow."
I nodded my head and did as he had instructed. A whistling noise abruptly filled the air as I let out the breath that I had slowly sucked in. The nine strips of leather impacted over the cheeks of my ass painfully, a sharp pain that startled me. The rest of my breath escaped me in a bitten off yelp and I blinked rapidly behind the blindfold. I squirmed against the bed uncomfortably and took stock of the damage. The blow had hurt quite a bit, but it was the not the skin tearing, flesh rending pain that I was used to from such a tool. As I wiggled about, I could feel as the welts that were left by the blow rapidly heal a few moments after the impact. Claws gently stroked through my hair and I jerked at the touch even as I panted heavily for breath.
"Slow your breathing," he ordered in a firm tone and his Aura thrummed over me again.
I swallowed harshly and forced myself to take a slow, shaky breath just as he had instructed. His thumb passed over his Mark and I felt that forced edge of calm pulse through me again briefly.
"There now," he purred in a low tone. "Harder this time. Breathe in and out slowly once more."
I nodded my head jerkily and let out a soft moan. Fear yet pulsed through me and wracked my body with violent shudders. I focused on keeping my breathing even for several minutes and he graciously allowed me the time to calm myself as much as I could. I arched with the pain of the next, harder blow that abruptly landed on my lower back. It took longer for the pain to fade as the new set of welts healed and I buried my face against the pillow with a soft whimper of sound. I shuddered and jerked against the bed as my human instincts and vampiric instincts began to war between the need to escape and get away from the near embarrassing pain and the need to submit to, and to appease, my Mate. His fingers curled firmly in my hair a moment later. He forced my head back and to the side, left cheek once again pressed firmly into the pillow.
"The word to activate the spell is the only word that you are allowed to say until your punishment is complete. Speak the word clearly after each blow. If the magic fails because you could not say the word properly, then I will issue three rapid blows in punishment. Speak any other word but the one allowed and it will be three corrective blows for each poorly spoken word," he said in a commanding tone. "Do you understand me Katrina?"
I started to say 'yes' and then forced the word down, damn near choking on air in the process as I fully registered his command. Instead of a verbal response, I nodded my head as much as I could what with the tight grip that he had on my hair. Kain let out a satisfied sound of noise at my silent acknowledgement and let go of my hair. His hand moved to rest lightly on the back of my neck as a steadying point of pressure and I tried to focus on the mental life-line that was that grasp. Again the whistling sound of the cat-o-nine-tails filled the air and this time the blow struck across the back of my thighs. I arched again due to the pain and hissed in reaction to the sharpness of it. It was bearable and yet...it was made all the worse by the fact that it was Kain issuing the blows.
"Dominus!" I cried out belatedly as I recalled his order.
The cold burn tore through my ear again whilst magic coursed through my body. The magic of the item could not transport me anywhere as Kain was already touching me, yet it still thrummed through me in a wave of uncomfortable energy that made my stomach roil with nausea.
"Good, very good," he purred softly, soothingly. "Now again."
Another blow, this time the blow again struck the cheeks of my ass with a harsh crack of sound. I couldn't help the stuttering cry that escaped me.
"D-dom-min-us!" I wailed out.
I then writhed beneath the promised three, rapid-fire blows of the cat-o-nine-tails as it hit against my lower back when the magic of the... earring?... failed to activate all due to my mangling of the trigger word.
"Focus Katrina," he growled in a low, warning tone. "Again."
The blows continued to rain down over my lower back, my ass, my thighs and my upper shoulders. The only place he avoided hitting me with the tool was my upper back and lower shoulders where my wings extended. Everywhere else along my backside seemed to be fair game. I realized that the earlier testing massage had been him verifying which of the areas of my body would be safe to strike, outside of the obvious spot where the pressure point lay. Time started to slip away from me and I struggled to stay steady by using the touch of his hand against my neck right over his Mark and the thrumming, cold pulse of magic in my ear when I successfully said the trigger word.
It helped that not one blow drew blood, nor did those blows tear at my flesh. Each of those controlled blows was either perfectly timed or perfectly placed in order to give the welts caused by prior blows the time that they needed in order to heal. Only once throughout the onslaught did I break down and disobey his order to only say the word 'dominus'.
"Please! Please! No more!" I cried out as I writhed against the bed.
The human part of my senses were far too overwhelmed with the pain and even with my vampiric instincts working desperately to force me back into silence the words spilled from my lips. Even the cold knowledge that I was once more disobeying a direct order from my Alpha could not prevent the words from pouring out as I lost control. My mind was a jumbled, quivering mess as my dual-natured instincts fought within me and I couldn't help my continued, begging, cries for surcease from the pain.
"Too much!" I whimpered. "Stop! General! Kain! Please stop!"
"Thirty-three," Kain's response to my cries lanced through me like an icy spear and a high whine escaped me.
I yowled, screeched and then outright wailed in near agony at the rain of thirty-three consecutive blows. The blows were spaced carefully over my body so that by the time the cat-o-nine-tails was used again on a particular location, the welts from one of the prior blows had healed over. The human part of my mind trembled, shook and broke beneath the onslaught even as the mental image of the large winged-beast that I associated with my vampiric instincts worked to hold me still and steady throughout the punishing correction being issued to me due to my disobedience. Tears had soaked the blindfold thoroughly by the time the last blow landed. I whimpered a high, keening note and I bared my throat as much as I could in apology for my transgression, my failure.
Claws scratched over the exposed curve of my neck briefly before another blow landed over my ass. I croaked out naught but the one word that I was allowed to say in a weak response to said blow. The blows continued to land over my body after that and I only allowed the trigger word to escape my lips out of forced repetition. His touch... the pain… the word 'dominus'... the resulting magic… it all blurred together in my mind until that was all that existed... all that could exist for me. Finally… finally the blows stopped and his hand tightened on my neck for a brief moment. I let out a low keen of wordless noise at the tight grip before I felt his hand pull away. I swallowed roughly and a choked sob escaped me at the loss of that steadying grasp.
"Hush now," came the pain-tunneled, distant command.
I fell silent even as my body continued to tremble uncontrollably. I dimly registered the sound of his movements as he slid off of the bed. Barely recognized the sharp clicking sound of a wooden box being closed. Twitched only slightly at the sudden lack of the tight, telekinetic magics that had been around my wrists all this time.
"I am going to strike you with lightning magic," came that distant voice. "You know what to say."
My head lolled and I tried to turn it toward his voice. I blinked into the wet darkness of the blindfold that yet covered my eyes. There was a dim building of magic in the air behind me and my body suddenly arched violently as lightning magics tore through me in a vicious wave. My mouth opened and, instead of a scream, the trigger word tore free from my throat without conscious thought.
"Dominus!" I yowled in a high, pain-filled voice.
Again the metal seemed to freeze the very flesh of my ear but this time there was the disorienting pulse of teleportation magic and it suddenly felt like I was falling through the air. Arms wrapped around my waist and upper body before I could hit the ground. I felt the cool touch of stone against my feet as they brushed the cold surface. Fangs clamped firmly around the back of my neck and I let out a soft, submissive keen at that fanged grip. A moment later and he pulled his fangs free of my flesh. I was then shifted around and pulled up into his arms so that he carried me bridal style and he moved toward the bed. He laid my form back down on the silk covered bed and I was left laying on my back this time rather than my stomach.
The blindfold was pulled away slowly, the tear and sweat soaked cloth clung to my skin. I blinked weakly and my eyes slowly adjusted once more to the candle-lit room. The candles seemed bright indeed to my light deprived sight. He moved over me slowly and started to run the backs of his claws over the front of my body in a slow, gentle pattern that trailed up from my lower stomach to my neck. I tilted my head back automatically when he reached the hollow of my throat and he leaned in with a pleased sound to sweep his tongue over the readily revealed skin. He nudged my head to the side so that the right side of my throat was exposed to his attentions and he placed a fanged kiss over his Mark. The touch sent a jolt of Pleasure through me and I let out a soft, weary, keen of noise in response.
"There now my Katrina," he purred. His words rang soft as silk in my ear and his Aura shifted to be a near comforting press of power along my own. "Your punishment is over and you are now forgiven for your transgression. Easy now, my Little One."
I shuddered violently once, twice...thrice... before I let out a choked sob of air in response to his words. It was over? I squeezed my eyes shut and more tears spilled freely from the corners my eyes. Kain continued to let out a low-level rumble of noise as I quietly cried. My body briefly shook with a fine trembling, as my now overly sensitized body twitched with each pass of his claws over my skin. He gently caught my chin in his hand after several moments had passed and he gave me a small shake as he did so.
"Focus now, my Little One," he rumbled. "Open your eyes for me."
I blinked my eyes open automatically at that deep-voiced order. I tried to slow my frantic gasps for breath as he wiped away my tears with his thumb. He easily ignored the sizzling pain that my tears had to have caused in the process.
"Good, easy now mine own," he said as his thumb passed feather light over my lips. "Failure to obey comes at a price, especially when that failure results in the very harm that my orders were meant to prevent. You will not make such a mistake again, will you?"
I shook my head jerkily at his words and he leaned forward to pass his tongue lightly over my lips.
"Use your words, my Little One," he rumbled with a hint of amusement to his tone. "Remember that I said your punishment is at an end. Now, will you ever make the same mistake to leave yourself so open to danger again?"
"N-no General... Kain..." I croaked out in a voice that was still hoarse from screaming.
"Good my Katrina, good," his fingers tightened minutely around my chin. "The next time you disobey me to such a degree your punishment will be made a public one where your Chosen Clan will act as witness to your correction, do you understand me?"
I twitched at his words and then swallowed harshly as I let out a choked keen of sound.
"I... I u-understand..." I whispered.
"Hnn, good," he leaned in and kissed me slowly. His hands continued their slow dance over my now far too sensitive skin.
Kain's tongue pushed slowly into my mouth and he purposefully nicked the nimble muscle against my dainty-sharp fangs. Power rich blood poured over my own tongue and it took a moment for the taste to register. I leaned into his gentle-claiming kiss and swallowed the fluid eagerly. My eyes slid half-shut with pleasure at the taste of him. When he caught his tongue against my fangs a second time, I latched onto the wounded organ on instinct and suckled hard as I tried to drink down more of that bounteous vitae that he had suddenly offered up to me. When the wound healed over, I let out a soft whine at the back of my throat. A throaty, kiss-muffled chuckle escaped him and his hands briefly tightened around my hips as he once more flicked tongue over fang.
Again and again he repeated the process and nicked his tongue over my fangs. I suckled and ran my own tongue over his to gather every droplet that he offered up to me. Hunger and need started to rear up past the haze that had settled over my mind because of the pain. His hands trailed a slow path up and down my sides and I shivered beneath him, this time in pleasure and growing desire rather than fear. I hesitantly reached up with shaky hands and slowly threaded my fingers through his silver hair. He purred in approval and then shifted and nudged my legs wide with his knees as he settled himself along the length of my body.
His hands suddenly closed tight enough around my hips that it forced a startled squeak out of me and despite the small pain, I did not pull my lips from his and instead tried to sink my fangs into his lower lip to draw more of his blood in retaliation. He allowed the bite and blood flooded over my tongue and I purred hungrily at the sweet taste. He abruptly rolled us so that I was atop him, straddled over his waist. I braced my hands on his chest and pulled back from the bloody kiss when he pushed his leather covered groin against the bared flesh of my mound. I arched backwards as he repeated the thrusting movement and a strained gasp escaped me at the feel of his leather constrained length pushed hard against my slit.
His right hand coiled gently in my shortened hair and his fingers tightened in slow increments until it was just painful enough to force a hungry hiss past my lips. He then used that grip to force me to arch further backwards. His claws trailed along the line of my body, from the hollow of my throat down until the heel of his palm was pressed firmly against my crotch and I shuddered in his grasp when he started to apply a firm, circular pressure to my clit. He let out a low, satisfied croon of noise when I shuddered and the pace of that circular movement picked up in intensity and pressure. His movements caused me to buck into his touch with a low croon of my own and my eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure of that rubbing pressure.
My human instincts and needs were still so completely subsumed by my vampiric blood that all I knew at that point was that I wanted to please my Mate in whatever way that I could. Whatever way that he might desire. All in a bizarre, animalistic desire to show my contriteness for my transgression, the carelessness that might have gotten me killed, and my hope for the forgiveness that was inherently present in his continued touch. His left hand settled gently on my ass and his fingers tightened as he lifted me up onto my knees to where I was bent backwards over him at an odd angle. I had to suddenly brace my hands on his knees or otherwise I risked falling back.
"Stay just like that my Little One," he purred in a low rumble once I had steadied myself.
I let out a low groan and my eyes fluttered open and I worked to still my shaking body and remain arched backwards at the angle that he wanted me at. I dimly registered movement in the mirror above our bed and realized that he had undone the bindings of his leather trousers. I let out a sharp, hissing cry when he forced me down and speared me upon his hardened flesh. My body bucked at the invasion even as I shuddered and clenched tight enough around him that I could feel every inch of that thick rod in sharp relief as he eased deeper still into the tight heat of my body. I tried to push back up and lean forward, tried to ease the angle of that impalement, only to have his grip upon my hair tighten.
"No, Dear Katrina," he purred in a soft, darkened tone. "My Little Queen. Keep your hands braced upon my legs, just like you are now."
"Y-yes, my King," I responded in a strained voice.
He let out another satisfied sound of noise and he slowly started to rock up into me. The angle was sharp and somehow brutal even though his thrusts up into my body were slow… precise. Every push of that thickened rod rubbed him right over that sweet spot within me and I clenched around him with a high pitched moan. Each push upward into the depths of my core was a slow building of pleasure over several long minutes and I found that the angle was designed to prevent me from pushing back and meeting his thrusts. I whimpered softly in strained pleasure at the realization and relaxed into the pace that he had set as he filled me, claimed me with those fiercely sweet thrusts. His free hand started to skirt a teasing trail over my stomach and then up to my right breast. He squeezed tight enough to raise a brief bruise and I cried out at the sheer, raw intensity of it all.
"Beautiful, my Little Queen," he growled in dark, lust-filled satisfaction and he released my hair. "Lean forward now mine own, brace your hands upon my shoulders."
I let out a soft groan of noise and shifted forward near mindlessly to obey that hungry order. I braced my hands on his shoulders to keep myself balanced and shivered at the change of angle. I felt the strained muscles of my back shift as they gave shuddering little pops once the overextended muscles were finally allowed to relax. Even the continued ache of my shoulder blades seemed infinitesimal at this point as pleasure began to flood my senses. His hands passed over the curves of my ass briefly and those sharp claws scratched my skin before they pulled away entirely. There was a soft pulse of magic as he reached into the magical storage space that he used in order to pull something from it. I started to turn my head to try to see what he had grabbed and he gave a jarring thrust upwards to distract me. I let out a high gasp and shivered violently around the thickness buried inside me.
"No, my Katrina," he purred and he let out a dark-some chuckle. "Keep looking at me."
I turned my head back toward him and met his hungry, blue-gold gaze. He let out a soft rumble of pleasure and I shuddered around him. His eyes hooded half-shut with desire and he let out a low, growling croon of noise as his eyes started to bleed white with power. A single claw trailed down along my spine, razor sharp at first and after a moment I felt the tip blunt as his magic coiled around and sheathed the sharp edge. That claw pulled away a moment later and I heard something being twisted open. A jar perhaps? One arm abruptly coiled tight around my waist and allowed me no room to move. I let out a startled hiss of sound as his now slickened finger started to prod and rub around the tight hole of my rear passageway. He had not shown an interest in taking me in such a way before… and the touch felt odd indeed.
I tried to pull away from his probing touch, yet the tight grip around my waist held me trapped in place. I threw my head back with a hiss of breath when that slickened digit started to push past the tight ring of my ass. He pushed in past the first knuckle and then paused long enough to wriggle and probe at the area. He then pushed in past the second knuckle. I arched as much as I could, trapped as I was with his arm wrapped around my waist, and I let out a fervent keen of noise when the length of his finger shifted inside me. He moved his finger in a rubbing motion and I realized that he was both working to stretch me further still and rubbing at himself through the thin barrier of flesh.
"That's it, open for me mine own," he growled in a low voice. He started to work a second slickened finger into that tight hole and I let out a strained cry.
"Kain... I... this is...ngh!" I groaned low and bucked in his grasp.
My eyes flew wide and my hands clenched at his shoulders tight enough that my claws drew blood and painted crimson rivulets over his pale skin. That second finger pushed in slowly, yet without halting, until it came to a rest alongside the first. He gave me a few moments to adjust to the unusual invasion before he started to scissor his fingers around within me in order to stretch me further still.
"Kain!" I cried out and bit into my lower lip with a whimper.
"Yes," he rumbled with a lust filled growl. "Almost mine own. Relax your muscles and open for me my Katrina."
"I... I'll t-try... but oh.. oh it's..." I arched against his grasp around my waist when he started to tease yet a third finger against that stretched and clenching hole.
I panted heavily for breath even as I tried to relax as he had said to. It helped that he had not stopped his slow and measured thrusts into the depths of my soaked and clenching core. Some of his thrusts pushed deep to bump against my cervix whilst the rest were carefully angled to rub over that sweet spot to make me clench and writhe on top of him. All of that helped to distract from the stretching pain as he worked the tight passage of my ass open further still.
I let out a near mewling cry of pleasured pain when he pushed that third, oil-slicked finger into me. His thrusts into my soaked body abruptly picked up in speed and strength. It was a near vicious change of pace that wrenched a howl from my throat. He kept up the harsh pace for several long minutes as he scissored his fingers around within my ass. I felt trapped on the edge of pain and pleasure as he continued to stretch that rear passage open wider. I let out a hitched gasp of breath when his fingers finally pulled out only to let out a keen of loss a moment later when he also pulled his length from my soaked, grasping core. I had been so close to release despite the strange invasion that my body fairly trembled with the aching need to cum.
I let out a pleasure weakened snarl of noise and tried to reach for his hips. I dug my claws into the flesh of his waist and tried to force him back into the depths of my core, only to have him shift just as I moved to align the head of his length with my open slit and slide roughly back onto him. I let out a surprised yelp as the sudden shift meant that I partially impaled my ass upon that thick and unyielding rod of flesh rather than my slick and eager core. I whimpered, discomforted by the stretching sensation, and tried to pull back off of him.
Kain's hands shifted to grasp my hips in a tight enough grip that I knew would bruise as he prevented me from pulling back up and off of that thick shaft. His hungry pants for air that he did not need picked up as he slowly forced himself deeper into my ass. His eyes bled to naught but pure, white points of power even as they slid half shut again with pleasure. I threw my head back and howled when he buried himself to the hilt in the tight passage of my ass. My claws dug grooves into his chest, wounds that rapidly healed, as he started to pull out, only to ram back in less than a second later.
"Please Kain! I n-need... I need...!" another fervent keen escaped me and I squirmed in his grasp.
My body clenched around him and I felt desperate with the need to have my core filled and stretched, not my ass. With his hands clenched so around my hips, I was unable to pull away and realign myself, yet I was able to reach down to rub at my clit in a desperate bid to find that peak of pleasure.
A dark chuckle escaped him and I felt the slow thrum of telekinetic energy brush along my lower body. The energy shifted, altered strangely as it passed over the folds of my slit and then it suddenly felt as if my open slit had been filled with a second hard and spearing length. I let out a strained wail of pleasure at the dual sensation of impalement and bucked, struggled, in his hands. His grip tightened and he held me in place as I writhed, impaled upon that hard flesh and magical energy. Every twitch of his length in my ass drew a sharp cry from me and I knew he was close, so close, to filling me with that cold-fire seed. I groaned, tightened around him at the thought alone and tried to meet his now demanding thrusts into my stretched body.
His right hand moved from my hip to push my own fingers away from my clit and I let out a low, desperate sounding groan. The heel of his palm then pushed against my mound, right over the sensitive nub, and he started to rub the area in a firm, circular motion. I felt the slow build of magic against my skin and I let out a soft hiss of breath of near fear at the electric tingle that started to pulse against my clit. Before I could muster up the will to either lash out or pull away from him, he spoke.
"My Katrina," he rumbled in a pleasure deepened voice. The sound of his voice sent a lancing wave of desire and need tearing through me. His voice was an audible sensation that overrode the budding fear which threatened to overwhelm me. "Give yourself to me mine own. Yield to me your pleasure. Your every cry of need, of desire. You are mine Katrina. Say it."
"I… Kain. Nnnnaah…! I…!" I cried out in a wailing cry that bordered on being a begging noise as my instincts thrummed within me.
He… I had chosen to follow him… and he had not once steered me wrong since I made that choice, neither in my training lessons… nor in the sweeter lessons of pleasure… I wanted to trust him with this. Wanted to trust that he would not hurt me with such magics… I felt as I had the first day that I had decided to try to fly after I had gained my freedom with my arrival on Nosgoth. The feeling of fear at the thought of hitting the ground and a budding sense of ecstatic energy at the thought of finally being able to soar through the skies where I belong, but... could I truly trust myself to fly…?
"So… close…!" I gasped out finally and I bucked into his touch, into that magic, showing him with the movements of my body the trust that I had in him. "S-so close! Anything! Yours...! Just... Kain please! Oh please, my King! More… please!"
Magic suddenly pulsed over my clit and directly into my mound in a rapid-fire arch of electricity that hit my nerves not like a shock of pain but like a sudden, over-stimulating, oscillation of pleasurable vibration. It was as if he had bitten directly into his Mark at my throat, yet the ecstasy was instead centered upon more sensitive flesh. I arched backwards and jerked upon him, body squeezing and milking that thick shaft. Only his hand bruisingly tight upon my hip kept me held in place. I peaked abruptly with a wail and that magic somehow kept me right on that cresting wave of pleasure, kept me from coming down from it. I let out another wailing howl that was echoed by Kain's own snarling bellow of pleasure as he spilled cold-fire seed into the tightly clenched passage of my ass. He rose up abruptly like a striking snake and sank his fangs deep into my arched throat right over his Mark. My eyes flew wide for a moment and I briefly caught my own power-white gaze in the mirror above us before my mind blanked under the overwhelming tide of pleasure.
I came back to myself with a low groan and the gentle sensation of Kain's claws as they trailed a slow, idle design over my over-stimulated skin. I found that I could not control the small twitches and jerks my body made whenever he brushed the tips of his claws over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. I gave a full bodied shudder at one well placed pass of his claw over the bend of my knee. I groaned again when I realized that he was buried to the hilt and still half-hard within the stretched passage of my ass. He let out a pleased rumbled of noise and twitched inside me when I clenched down reflexively around him. I jerked and then tried to push myself up and off of him. He held me pinned in place for a moment longer before he finally allowed me to move. I rose off of him with a hiss of breath as his length slipped free of me and then rolled to the side with a soft moan when my arms gave out.
Kain let out a low, deep-throated chuckle and rolled on his side as he stretched like a large, lazy cat. He let out a satisfied, growling purr of noise and reached out to pull me in close. His hand had just closed around my waist when head twitched to the side and he blinked at the door. Another low rumble of noise escaped him, this time more of an exasperated sound, and he sat up. He tucked himself away and fastened the leather thongs that held the tops of his trousers shut. He nudged me with his arm a moment later.
"Up with you Dear Katrina," he rumbled darkly. "It is time to hold court and pass judgement upon the traitor. Your armor is on the table in the side room."
I blinked at his words and let out an annoyed sound of my own. I pushed myself up and off of the bed and onto shaky legs. Kain let a soft chuckle at my annoyance even as he moved to follow me in order to get dressed and armored himself. The armor tat had been left for me on the table was similar to the leather armor that Vorador had originally made for me only this was layered with a complex and formal looking weave of small plates that, upon closer inspection, were designed to look like my feathers. I let out a hum of noise.
"When did Vorador start working on this?" I murmured the question softly, more to myself than anything else.
"Shortly after he finished setting up his new forge," Kain said as he buckled a formal set of greaves and bracers on. "Vorador had begun work on the piece back in Meridian originally, but what he had completed at the time was lost with the old Sanctuary."
"Ah," I responded and I worked to get all the pieces on so that they fit snugly.
I had to stop at the chest plate and couldn't help the frustrated growl that escaped me. Instead of having a simple set of straps along the back to hold it in place, this one had a wild seeming weave of thin, metal layered straps. While it still looked like it would leave room for my wings when they regrew, I knew that I would not be able to get the thing on by myself. Kain noted my frustration and moved to assist me in getting the chest plate bound into place. I turned to offer to assist him with his own armor and let my hands fall away when I realized that what he was already wearing something a little more like what his Eldar self had settled, would settle on, regarding upper body armor.
That is to say... he wore nearly nothing at all...
He still wore a set of simple, yet viciously spiked, pauldrons that would tear into an enemy if he did a shoulder charge and red leather strap that the Reaver's sheath was attached to. Lastly he wore a shoulder cape with his Symbol sewn into it and the cape hung regally over his right shoulder. I looked him over with a small smile before I turned to look at myself in one of the long mirrors. I blinked in surprise at the near regal look that the armor gave me and I blushed at the sight of myself. I ran my clawed fingers through my shortened hair, annoyed with the shortened strands and the glint at my right ear reminded me of the odd earring that he had given me. I turned my head so I could get a closer look and then let out a bemused sound when I realized that the earring was designed to look like one half of his Symbol. I shot him an amused look and he flashed a smirk my way. He sheathed the Soul Reaver at his back and then held out his hand to me.
"Come along Dear Katrina," he purred.
I placed my hand in his and he tucked my hand into the crook of his arm as he led us out of our room.

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