Olympians: Gen 3
Dancing with the Devil
By Nike
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Dark Angel
Chained to the wall, Hotshot silently contemplated her position while her captor stared at her. She knew from the moment she first saw her awake that she must attempt to break away, but the latter proved too much for her, and she was soon knocked out. Minutes later, Hotshot awoke to find herself inside a strange dark hall, bound the same way she did to Phoenix earlier. Glaring at her captor, she was surprised to see the look on the red haired woman’s face. A strange mixture of idle playfulness and contemplation. Risking moment away from her watchfulness, she looked towards the ground, voicing a silent sigh of dismay at her situation.
As she looked back up, she was startled shortly again, as the other Firebird had closed the distance to her in a short hop, and was disarming her. This by itself came as no surprise, but the lingering strokes of the red haired woman’s fingers along her stomach as they worked to undo her belt, the gentle ease with which they removed it, and the second idling of those digits as they traced a light path along her waist; something about these things was out of place. After a time, the woman cupped Hots’ cheek softly with one dusky hand, and then tipped her head to the side by slipping it down to her chin.
“So, Hots…how does it feel to be the one chained up and helpless this time?”
Hotshot made a small humph, sounding small and frail by comparison, but made up for it by the defiance in her face and her eyes. “So what do you intend to do with me, now that you think you’ve caught me, Phoenix?” asked Hots, placing just the right hint of bluffed confidence in her tone.
She did not really feel very confident of her predicament at all.
“Kill me for slicing you up earlier?”
Phoenix seemed to think on this, but soon favored Hotshot with a sweet-seeming smile, and shook her head. As she folded her arms across her chest, Hotshot took note of the woman’s attire. A black version of her uniform that made her pale skin look even paler and her long red hair seem redder, as opposed to the red and gold colors of her usual attire. While her arms crossed, the movement of the fabric made Hotshot forcibly aware that on top, the uniform was cut in a rather wide slit above the golden Firebird insignia where she had sliced Phoenix’s chest earlier, exposing a great deal of the woman’s smooth, pale skin, and not just a little of the large, proud and firm breasts that the leather tried so valiantly to contain within. Gulping audibly, as surprised by her own reaction to this sight as the sight itself, the Phoenix caught her glance, and grinned faintly.
“You like what you see…don’t you, Hots?” the Firebird Commander began in a slight teasing manner.
Hotshot shook her head violently, and scowled at the Firebird before her. But now she was lying, not just being defiant…a part of her DID like the sight she was given, even in her predicament…
Grinning a little broader, the woman raised one smoothly gloved arm, and cupped Hotshot’s cheek to level the latter’s eyes with her own. For a moment, Hotshot saw the Firebird Commander’s eyes glow a fiery red and the next, Hotshot felt her mind growing more at ease…more comfortable and agreeable.
“Now…” Phoenix continued. “Feel better?”
A dozen or more bitterly sarcastic responses ran through Hotshot’s mind, but none of them came out of her mouth, to her mild shock…
“Yes….”
Nodding in acknowledgment, Phoenix let go of her cheek. Hotshot risked another glance around her surroundings. This place did not seem like Fort Maxie. She shook her head, puzzled. What happened?
“I took you away,” Came a soft, familiar voice.
She glanced back and found Phoenix staring at her. “Where are we, Phoenix? Is this the Matrix?”
Phoenix merely shrugged. “In a sense. I wanted us to be alone without It watching and telling me what to do…”
Hotshot blinked in surprise. “It?” Phoenix nodded and Hotshot narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Phoenix let out an amused chuckle. “It.” She simply replied. “You… they… call it Faceless Darkness. The idiots. It knew its name. Void. Desolate.” Her eyes once more lit up in an unholy red light and her voice fell to a deadly whisper. “None must stand in the way between the Goal and the Void. The world outside is merely feeding ground.” She added, her expression solemn. She smirked and faced Hotshot once more. “You’re in a tight spot, my dear Hotshot. The Void ordered me to destroy you…..but now that I’ve caught you, I’m loath to end your pathetic existence, despite what you made me go through earlier….”
Surprised at this strange display of…sentiment…from the Firebird Commander, Hotshot continued gazing at Phoenix. Smiling sweetly, Phoenix slowly began to remove her own belt, letting both hers, and Hotshot’s, drop far to the ground below.
“I’d rather keep you for myself….”
Thrusting herself forwards suddenly, Hotshot had no time to react, as the dark elf pressed her body flush against her own bound form, and touched her soft, rubyish lips to her own in an astonishingly gentle kiss. Even through her breastplate, Hots could feel Phoenix’s large chest bulging out against her body, and the slight tenseness that was present in the Firebird Commander’s muscles.
As thoughts of resistance flew through Hotshot’s mind like a flock of birds, she barely recognized none of them seemed to be carrying through to her body, which was, to her shock and astonishment, responding favorably to Phoenix’s affections. She could feel her nipples slowly hardening beneath her light dress and armor, the warm flush which had started to flow through her skin, the soft pressure added as she kissed softly back, and her lips shifted against the Firebird Commander’s.
Catching herself making a slight whimper as Phoenix withdrew, Hotshot dropped her head and turned it away, feeling ashamed of herself for responding in this way. She was a prisoner!
Phoenix brought her here to kill her! Why was becoming turned on to the other Firebird’s touches, and kiss?
As these confused thoughts and emotions turned themselves over in her mind, she did not notice Phoenix approach her again. She did, however, look up as Phoenix began to unshoulder Hotshot’s light armor and breastplate. Letting the set drop to the ground below, Phoenix returned her attention to her captive, and traced a lone fingernail around the slight swell of one of Hotshot’s breasts. Grinning silently at the low moan that drew forth, she continued on, and let her nail trail slowly up over the soft mound, gliding smoothly over the light-blue silk, until she had brought it to the smaller, secondary bulge in the fabric. That of Hotshot’s lonely, stiffened nipple.
Moaning again, louder, as the other Firebird focused more attention on that tightening nub of flesh, Hotshot’s mind grew hazier, finding it harder and harder to hold onto her thoughts, as the sensations on her body grew even more pronounced. She became intimately aware of the way her breasts were pushed slightly and caught between the cold metal chains that held her bound, and the strangely pleasurable chill they gave her pressed against her form, dulled only by the thin draping of fabric that her uniform granted her. But that thought was perilous, because it brought her focus back to the attentions on her breast: the chafing of her dress against her hardened nipple was driving her mad, her body wanting to twist and squirm with the way these feelings continued on without relief or restraint. A fact Phoenix seemed very much aware of.
Taking a glance upwards at the younger Firebird’s face, seeing the slight turmoil of feelings behind her face as her resistance gradually dwindled away, Phoenix centered her fingers onto the tight nub she was teasing, and pinched, lightly, lifting her fingers up to tug their captive out a little, stretching it.
A short, but unmistakable cry of delight was her reward, and she grinned again, stepping back a couple of feet and chuckling, slightly mockingly. “What’s the matter, Hots? You don’t sound so defiant now…”
Hotshot made no response, lowering her head so she would not have to look Phoenix in the eyes, half-afraid of what might be in her own. Phoenix watched her for a moment, then snorted and shook her head.
“You really are a tease, Hots. Heh…” Stepping closer to Hotshot again, she leaned downwards, and took a soft, lingering lick over the side of the Junior Leader’s neck…”Don’t worry. We’ll take care of that…”
Leaving that vague pronunciation of doom hanging on Hotshot’s mind, she kneeled down, and then ran her hands slowly up the outsides of the Junior Leader’s legs, in a strangely appreciative manner. Moving gracefully, reveling in the feel of her smooth, lovely skin, they eventually disappeared underneath the elastic of her pants, to come back down again a few seconds later, trailing a pair of white silk panties with them. Closing her legs self-consciously, Hotshot tried to cross them as much as she could against the pressure of the chains, feeling vulnerable now with that protection gone, however thin it was.
Phoenix smiled wistfully at Hotshot. “You are worth a laugh or two though, aren’t you….” Seeing the defiance start to well up in her eyes again at the implied insult, she shook her head. “Not like that. You are very lovely…”
Blinking back confusion at being praised by her captor, Hotshot looked back into Phoenix’s red eyes, and just for a moment, saw something very different then the contemptuous Firebird Commander who seemed to regard her as a plaything, the way a cat might view its trapped mouse. There was a flicker, however brief, of genuine compassion, or so it seemed to Hotshot. Phoenix shook her head annoyed, and it was gone again, replaced by the slightly cruel playfulness.
She withdrew Hotshot’s vibro from the floor, and begin to deftly slash up Hotshot’s dress, each swift caress of the blade strategically placed to allow the garment to fall off bit by bit, since the chains prevented a more natural removal. Hotshot blushed furiously as her body was thus fully revealed to her captors, her color rising even more as she belatedly became aware of her OWN reactions to her chain-bound nakedness. By some kind of manipulation on her emotions, or desires within her, which she did not want to acknowledge, she was growing very aroused: her nipples standing out stiffly from the soft bed of her breasts, the insides of her thighs feeling a little moist, and a disturbingly pleasurable glow building in her abdomen.
Her reflection on herself was abruptly shattered by a trace of fear, as she felt a brief gust of air and heard a dull THUNK next to her. Averting her eyes to the side, the dagger was embedded in the wall next to her, a scarce centimeter below her ear. She let out a short gasp, and Phoenix withdrew the dagger, taking it in hand and pressing close to the Junior Leader, almost touching.
“Got your attention again, my little pet.” Phoenix whispered, leaning in close so the words carried into her sensitive ear as warm exhales of breath. “You really stop day dreaming and pay attention, Hotshot. You might even enjoy it.”
Hotshot made no response, and Phoenix shook her head in that annoyed manner again, before taking her dagger, and running the sharp, pointed tip slowly across the surface of the other Firebird’s breast, tracing a slow, almost dangerous circle around the nipple. Hotshot shivered at that touch, the caress of the cold steel against her sensitive skin, and clenched her teeth, waiting for the sharp influx of pain that would come when she pressed down hard enough to pierce her flesh. But it never came. The dagger just kept circling closer and closer to the hard pit of her nipple, and Hotshot was shocked to realize that the closer the dagger got, and the more she anticipated the direct touch of the steel on her sensitive nub, the tighter that nub became. Her breathing was beginning to become labored, as she got more aroused, coming out occasionally in short pants. She whimpered, once, a faint wisp of a sound in the quiet hall around them, and then the touch was gone.
Phoenix chuckled quietly again, and slid her dagger down past the chains across her torso, across the outside of one smooth thigh, then buried it into the tree again with a sharp stab. Reaching between Hotshot’s legs now, she cupped the Junior Leader’s sex in her gloved hand, teasing her growing arousal with a firm pressure of her palm, rolling in a slow circle.
Hotshot moaned out loudly, and struggled against her bonds, at first trying to shut her legs against the pressure she felt stroking her heat, then gradually, opening them up again, letting Phoenix have her way. But…she couldn’t hide her feelings anymore, not like this. It was too much…
Phoenix made a short gasp of her own as Hotshot threw her head back and cried aloud, shocked as the younger Firebird’s hips bucked sharply, and her stroking hand was coated with a sudden deluge of her nectar, pushed into a climax by these simple caresses. Raising her hand to her lips, leaving Hotshot to work out the last remnants of her orgasm by herself, she drew a gentle lick across her fingers, tasting her. Leave it to Hotshot to be sweet, but she would not indulge herself in this quite yet. She had more interesting pursuits to try.
Her hand returning to between Hotshot’s legs, the younger Firebird trembling a little, both in the after shudders of her climax, and in anticipation and fear of whatever might happen next, Phoenix slowly parted her folds, and pushed two gloved fingers inside her. Hotshot tossed her head back again and cried out once more, her sex clutching tightly around the invading digits as they moved deeper.
Phoenix pushed a little more, and soon was filling her up to the second knuckle of both fingers. Hotshot cried out again as she felt a brief flicker of pain. Phoenix withdrew her fingers slowly, taking extra care to make sure the digits coursed along the engorged head of her clitoris, then pushed up again, harder then before. Working as a single member, they plowed their way deeper, burying to their bases this time, and held there. Phoenix looked up, studying Hotshot’s face, observing the expressions of shamed, helpless pleasure run through her features over and over, watching her cry out again as she wiggled her fingers back and forth inside her. The effect was very much to the mutual satisfaction of both Firebirds alike.
Phoenix’s eyes opened wide in delighted surprise as Hotshot came again, almost wailing in her pleasure this time, struggling vainly to control the reactions of her body. Withdrawing her fingers once again, taking care to hide any lingering traces of her own pleasure that might display on her face, Phoenix scowled a little, completely for effect, as she once again licked her fingers clean, and chastised Hotshot, trying hard to sound annoyed…
“Can’t you hold on? You’re not going to be much fun if you come every time I touch you.” She frowned. “Or maybe you’d prefer to continue this later? I’m sure I wouldn’t mind…”
Hotshot shook her head violently before she could catch herself. Phoenix shrugged her shoulders.
“Well perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt if we go on for a few more minutes.” She sighed in a bored tone.
Kneeling down before the younger Firebird, Phoenix parted her legs, kissed the top of her mound, and inched lower, deeper into her folds. Hotshot was delirious with pleasure, she was breathing in mewing gasps, her back was arched, and her body trembled in anticipation.
Suddenly Phoenix’s tongue scratched the bulb of her clitoris and Hotshot came with a cry and lay back moaning. This only drove Phoenix to begin sucking at her sex, making her come and come again.
Hotshot writhed and twisted; only the whites of her eyes showed as her mind became blank from the pleasurable sensations. She did not even become aware that Phoenix stopped her attentions on her sex until her lips engulfed her own, making Hotshot taste and swallow her own nectar as well.
Phoenix suddenly stepped back and watched as Hotshot licked her lips hungrily, her eyes closed from the throbbing heat in her abdomen that was getting stronger with every minute. Phoenix smirked, bringing her hand back up to cup and softly stroke her cheek, the cool fabric of her glove a sharp counterpoint to the warm blush she wore.
Phoenix looked in her eyes for a long moment, as if searching for something that might be hidden within them, eventually nodding, seemingly satisfied with something, and untangled the chains from about her body, letting them fall to the ground below. Hotshot slumped to her knees almost immediately on the floor, and clasped her arms around herself protectively. Phoenix folded her arms over her chest and looked down on her chidingly.
“Now, now. We both know there’s no need for you to be afraid….”
Hotshot looked up, back into her eyes, and contrary to everything she thought, everything she KNEW, having every reason in the world to think otherwise, she found herself believing it, and dropping her arms. Phoenix nodded, and began to slowly finger the clasps to her dress at the front of her high collar. With a deft twitch of her fingers, she released them, and the collar split in two, letting the tight open-diamond front blossom into a wide pentagon shape. Her bosom, now released of the confinement of her previously closed dress reformed into their firm, rounded, natural shapes, still barely covered by the light-gray leather. She watched Hotshot watching the gentle motions of her chest, and smiled inwardly. Yes, she was definitely ready to give in completely. Phoenix then looked back down at her captive and smiled faintly, kneeling down in front of the younger Firebird.
“I will not hurt you now. Not as long, as you cooperate and do not try to run away. Otherwise, It will know what is going on and send me after you again. You won’t get very far. And I’ll have to obey It this time….”
Hotshot just nodded, almost imperceptibly, then dropped her eyes. Finding herself looking at Phoenix’s breasts again, she flushed, and dropped her glance further.
This was not much better as she was now looking at her legs. She turned her head a little to the side now, and Phoenix grinned, realizing what was making her so shifty. She reached out and took her hand, and slid it under the slash of her top, pressing her wonderfully delicate palm firmly to her left breast. Faint warmth began to build in her as she felt her nipple stiffen up almost immediately to that touch, and Hotshot gasped in reaction. Grinning again, with just a slight hint of superiority in her expression, she pulled Hotshot against her with her other arm, and met her lips in a soft kiss. She was rewarded with Hotshot’s other hand moving to her other breast of its own accord, and squeezing both of the large, firm mounds of tender flesh, feeling her sensitive skin smush out a little bit between her fingers. Phoenix let out a low moan, and pressed herself forwards more, pressing her breasts into that grip, feeling her chest mash down further, caught as they were. She broke the kiss off and leaned her head beside Hotshot is, whispering into her long, slender ear, her cheek pressed to Hotshot’s own, feeling the warm blush that colored it.
“You want me…” She all but purred, making it clear that it was not a question.
Hotshot was silent a long while, but eventually closed her eyes, and nodded slightly against Phoenix’s cheek. “Yes…”
Phoenix nodded in response, and backed up a couple of inches, lowering her hands to her lap. “Then you can have me…I will allow you your will in this matter…but do not fail to please me….” A cold glint in her eyes implied the consequences of failure quite adequately.
Hotshot’s hands shifted and began to remove Phoenix’s top, slipping it over her head and tossing it carelessly on the floor. Leaning down and scooting back a bit, she pressed her lips to the stiffened nub, which topped her left breast, and began to suckle gingerly at it, tugging the tight node of flesh wetly. Phoenix moaned again, no louder then the soft sound she had made earlier, and raised her hands to the back of the younger Firebird’s head, tangling her fingers into her short lovely golden orange mane of hair, holding her to her breast. After a few minutes of this, the game eventually began to grow old, and Hotshot moved on to play new ones.
Trailing her hands down Phoenix’s sides, she began to tug her pants down over her hips. Phoenix unfolded her legs in front of her and lifted herself up obligingly as the Junior Leader impatiently began to remove whatever clothing was left on her. She moaned suddenly, as Hotshot slipped between them, becoming much more active then she had expected. And much more eager.
Lifting her legs so they rested over her shoulders, Hotshot dove into Phoenix without hesitation, nuzzling up to her sex immediately, taking in the strangely pleasurable smell, kissing her nether lips as one would passionately kiss a lover. This unexpected surge in aggression caught the Firebird Commander completely off guard, and she cried out loudly, feeling the tender, wet caress against her sensitive folds. Keeping her hands tightly against the back of her head, holding Hotshot there in case she felt any compulsion to leave, Phoenix cried out again, louder then before, her slightly husky voice beginning to take a shrill tone to it. Hotshot had shifted the attentions of her lips to the head of her clitoris, and the effect it had was much appreciated.
Taking a hesitant, experimental lick at the engorged bulb, she repeated the action, a bit firmer, and felt herself becoming more arouse as she listened to the tone of Phoenix’s heated moans, her own breathing becoming labored, panting as well. Biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood was all Phoenix could do to stay a scream as Hotshot’s attentions changed once again, now suckling on her clit as best she could, lips locked against it. It came out as a loud feral growl instead.
Her hips swaying a little beneath the attentions she was being given, a few moments more was all it took, and her second scream could not be stifled in time, as Hotshot grazed that bulb very lightly with her teeth, the pleasurably-painful sensation hurling her into climax. Her nectar spilled out to be met by Hotshot’s tongue, having abdicated her clit in favor of cleaning and tasting the dark elf as soon as her orgasm had begun to strike.
The feeling of the Junior Leader’s slender, skilled tongue moving around inside her pulsing sex kept her high for a considerable time, making it almost impossible to come down, it felt like. At long while her climax did subside, however, and she trembled slightly in after tremor, rising up and pulling Hotshot’s head away from her sex. The initial look of confusion on Hotshot’s face was replaced by fear and betrayal as Phoenix pushed her, back first, on the cold hard floor.
“Keep still,” Phoenix whispered into her ear, her red eyes glinting coldly in the dim light as she began to wrap the chains around the younger Firebird’s body.
Hotshot gasped out in shock and horror, as she found herself completely chained to the floor, making her unable to move an inch, and looked at Phoenix with wide, pleading eyes.
“You…I…you said…”
“I changed my mind,” Phoenix replied simply.
Hotshot looked around hastily, more out of reflex then hope. There was no way she could she break out of the chains, much less escape the fate Phoenix had in store for her. Trembling, she watched as Phoenix took the vibro dagger from the wall and widened her eyes in fear upon seeing the sharp blade glow red hot upon contact with a fingertip.
Phoenix flashed a sadistic smirk and got down beside the Junior Leader, drawing the hot blade close to her face. Hotshot trembled once more in fear, feeling the burning heat emanating from the sizzling and smoking metal as it precariously hovered a few centimeters away from her cheek.
“Its payback time, Hots.” The Firebird Commander whispered.
Hotshot did not have the chance to answer as Phoenix lowered her head leaned against her form, kissing her on the lips. Hotshot melted under the forceful kiss, and felt her body respond favorably to the ministrations, returning the pressure despite herself.
She whimpered in dismay when Phoenix withdrew, only to feel pain as the latter started dragging the red-hot tip of the dagger across the surface of her skin, starting on her right breast. Hotshot clenched her teeth, her eyes closed tight, as she inhaled the acrid scent of her burning skin. Phoenix did not press the blade down hard enough for it to pierce her flesh but the fact that the red hot metal burned as it lazily caressed her skin was enough to pull a reaction out of her.
Suddenly the blade withdrew and Hotshot nearly fainted with relief and exhaustion. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and saw Phoenix watching her silently. For a second time Hotshot thought, she saw a flicker of genuine compassion in those eyes, and then with an annoyed shake of Phoenix’s head, and it was gone, replaced by the slightly cruel playfulness.
A wicked grin flashed on her face. “Don’t look so down, Hots.” Phoenix whispered softly. “The fun part’s just begun.”
And saying that, she brought the dagger back on her breast, tracing a slow, almost dangerous circle around the nipple. Hotshot writhed and winced in pain to no avail. Distantly she could feel Phoenix trace one fingernail across her other breast, copying the actions of the dagger. This thought brought an involuntary shiver of delight across Hotshot’s spine. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, as the dagger and fingernail circled closer to the nipple. Her breathing was beginning to become labored, as she got more aroused, coming out occasionally in short pants. It was driving her mad and all Hotshot wanted was to twist and writhe as the painfully pleasant feelings continued mercilessly.
Suddenly she cried out, partly in pain and delight as Phoenix pressed the dagger point to the nipple while simultaneously tugging and pinching the other. Hotshot shuddered and lay back, her body limp, when Phoenix withdrew again.
“You like it, don’t you, Hots?” Phoenix teased in amusement and then whispered into her ear. “Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy this even more.”
Hotshot winced in pain once more, as Phoenix trailed the point of the heated dagger towards her abdomen, moving lazily in a zigzag manner. When the blade nearly reached between her legs, she paused for a moment, letting the anticipation build on Hotshot, then Phoenix parted her folds and, without warning pushed two long fingers inside her. The Junior leader tossed her head back and cried out, her legs bucking sharply, as Phoenix began scratching and rubbing her clitoris in a fast furious manner, making her come with multiple orgasms all at once.
Once again, it stopped and Hotshot nearly swooned in exhaustion, when she screamed, partly in pain and delight when the tip of the heated blade grazed that sensitive nub, making her hurl into climax, her nectar spilling forth. She laid her head back, only the whites of her eyes visible as Phoenix
began to lick her clean. Then the action repeated repeatedly, making Hotshot cry out both in pain and pleasure until she no longer tell which was which.
Darkness.
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