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Prologue
The Stag of Stags
Challenge
Disclaimer: Alarah Roanoke does not claim any ownership of the Slayers so suing would be pointless my darlings...
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Hmm... that must have been some night, ne my darlings?
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Challenge...
Lord Beastmaster's General-Priest was... agitated, as the many disemboweled golden haired female corpses could tell you. Well, if you sere skilled in the art of necromancy anyway. Xelloss, himself, was not. Not that it mattered really; they were only of use to him alive.
The female golden dragon beneath him moaned unconsciously as then unwanted pleasure forced it,. Her eyes snapped open in a combination of shock, guilt, and fear. Xelloss smirked sadistically down at the mortified young gold.
...Unhh...she looks so much like HER...except for those damn gold eyes! I'll have to remove those first when the time comes...
He pinched her left breast hard, causing her to cry out from a mixture of pain and pleasure. Xelloss smirked again, although it was hallow this time. He had used the same move on Filia and every other female since her, all blonds of course. No matter who they were, dragon, mazoku. Or human, none of their responses to his touch could make him respond the way Filia had.
Agitated even by the mere thought of her name, he pushed himself into the young gold harder and faster. Guilt quickly overridden by pleasure, she cried out digging her nails into his back as her hips rose to meet his thrusts on their own accord.
Xelloss gasped slightly, eyes snapping open as he felt her nails rip into him. Filia had responded that way as well, but even the sweet pain this little dragon was inflicting to him couldn't even hold a candle to the way it had felt when it had been Filia he was thrusting into.
The young dragon gasped again and cried out as he quickened his thrusts yet again. Her breathing was now becoming quite ragged as she had already passed the point if climax, but still lost to his own mind, Xelloss didn't care.
It's common knowledge that as mazoku are asexual and have no blood circulation, that the acts of gaining arousal, maintaining arousal, and releasing it are all thought driven. In essence, for the male mazoku sex was purely a mental activity, heightened to enjoyably only by the feeling of control and the emotions generated by the participant. The best emotions to be gained was the bittersweet combination of pleasure and pain, when mixed they were exquisite.
Emotions aside however, the process was never really meant for any sort of physical release, as it was all thought driven. However, if a male mazoku was to find a mate that could generate emotions so breathtakingly tremendous that they could drive the mazoku to loose that fine mental grip of control, they would resort to one of two options. The first would be to kill the mate out of fear over the power they possessed, and the other was to take them permanently as their slave. In all of Xelloss' existence only one person had ever taken his control, and she hadn't fallen ill to either fate.
Filia...He thought as he mentally released himself and rolled off the motionless dragon. How he wondered why he had made the incredibly foolish mistake of simply using such an incredible prize for only a mere roll in the hay! Glaring darkly to himself, he thought his clothes back into existence and walked over to the fireplace. On the mantle above the roaring flames rested the original "Essence of Prey".
Unbeknownst to most people alive, the copy circulating the globe was no more that a clever magical copy, made for him by Zelgadiss himself. This painting held some sort of magic as well, he wasn't certain what sort but he figured it would be revealed in time. Besides, that wasn't the reason he had it; the painting was... personal.
The fact that he had seduced Filia in the summer and it held the only picture on top the landscaping was not lost on him. Quite the contrary, he knew first hand that Filia had asked Zelgadiss to create this painting with the intent of him seeing it... him and the rest of the world!
"Damn it!" Xelloss yelled, his battle aura flickering unconsciously as he twitched. "How dare she make a mockery of me! Stupid lizard..."
... How dare she make me WANT her...
A familiar soft but dark chuckle caused his gaze to fly back to the painting. From within the fall setting in the next square, the secrets of his favorite artwork appeared to be ready to reveal themselves.
The autumn leaves were falling lightly as the hollowly smirking visage of Filia appeared in the orange and gold meadow. She wore a dark green leather halter, along with tan leather pants and dusty brown leather boots. In her right hand rested a ornate silver handled dagger, wielding a sapphire blade.
Xelloss drew in his breath slightly at the sight of her. "Oh my! So... the hunted wishes to become the hunter! Hmm..."
A stag waltzed up to graze beside her as the portrait of Filia smirked back at his response, tossing her hair lightly. She then stashed the dagger in the back of her pants and laid her hand on the stag's back. With the other she motioned seductively into the clearing where a large charcoal gray wolf stood. The wolf bore amethyst shards as eyes and the huntress beckoned it to come and take her.
Xelloss' mouth twitched lightly at the corners before he finally gave into a bout of genuine laughter. "Oh dear! Why I do believe that was challenge! Oh my, Filia! You always were so full of surprises!"
He smirked widely... Oh this would be fun!
"Very well, Miss Filia..." He replied aloud, grinning up at the painting. "I shall accept this challenge!"
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