Binding Spirit Shadow
Commissioned by FA: MelonVines , this story follows a little bunny that's all too eager to get stronger as a witch, and summons a spirit that is too strong for her to bind, and is bound in turn.
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Binding Spirit Shadow
For MelonVines
By Draconicon
"Alright, alright. The book says to get that binding ward written out, then...silver dust...and...what was the next part?"
Melody Sonata flicked through the book that she'd brought with her, turning the grimoire a couple of pages to make sure that she was looking at the right diagram for the spell. The last thing she needed was to try and make the wrong design, particularly tonight.
Halloween means the spirits come through easier, but they are a lot stronger, too, she thought, turning the pages. One little slip, and this guy isn't going to be doing what I tell him. But...I can handle it. I can handle it.
She double-checked her work, nodded to herself, and closed the book. The design on the ground was right, the little candles were perfect for the season - perfect orange and black, of course, she had some standards - and she looked towards the clear sky as the sun's last light faded away. It was almost time for her to begin the ritual and bring Kismaric to her.
The name alone sent a little shiver down her spine, but not one of fear. It was more like one of...anticipation. He was an ancient shadow of a dragon, a creature that had such power in life that it had continued after death as its own entity, power created of the memory of power, and sustained by it in the darkness. It lived in the shadows, hidden from the world, only acting as it liked.
What better companion for a witch that was just starting to make her way in the world?
The rabbit smiled, flicking one ear over her face before she turned back to the book again. Now, the spell itself was a little more tricky, but she was pretty sure she could get the incantation correct. It was more the cadence of the words, as the lilt of the sound and the beats of the syllables were as important as the pronunciation of the words themselves. If she flubbed that...well, she was almost as screwed as if the wards weren't there, or incorrect.
She ran through it a few times in her head, not daring to even mouth it in case she said it wrong. Every time, she tweaked how she'd do it the next time, until she felt confident in the pronunciation, the cadence, and everything.
Alright...let's get this started.
Kneeling at the edge of the spell boundary, Melody laid the book down and started to read from the proper page. Kismaric looked back at her from the page, and she swore that the inky-black art of him was watching her, the eyes glittering in the lights of the candles.
The rabbit pushed the idea out of her head, focusing on the words. As she read the first two lines, she felt it. The light was disappearing, sucked in towards the center of the summoning circle. It was rushing past her, sliding away so fast that she was amazed that the candles weren't blown out.
In front of her, the beginning of a silhouette began to form, thick shouldered and broad in the torso and the belly. As more and more darkness gathered, the light seeming to feed it as the shadows began to lengthen in the clearing, she saw details. A dragon's tail, a boar's tusks, a wolf's muzzle, and then something else. A dragon's horns, but a boar's cloven hooves, wolf paws. It kept changing, shifting, but it was always bestial.
Melody could feel her mouth flooding with fear-spit, but she couldn't stop to swallow. Any pause would mess with the cadence of the spell, and now that she saw Kismaric, she knew that it would ruin her to stop it. She had to finish it, and then say the binding words. If she didn't do it, she'd never leave this clearing intact.
Another line, another three, another ten. He was almost summoned, his head turning. The one constant were his eyes, staring down at her from within the circle. They were dark, gleaming through the shadows, and kept trying to catch her looking at him. She didn't dare; she was afraid of what she'd seen.
The spell was almost done, but there was a page turn. It spread all the way down, right to the end. She couldn't just pause at the end, she'd have to turn the page early and hope for the best. A more experienced witch might have written down the full text before coming here, but she hadn't thought about it.
Hoping she was right, she started the line, turning the page -
CRACK!
The sudden snap froze her in mid-word, and she stared as a shadow tendril pulled back from one of the candles. It hissed and sizzled at the tip, but it had put out one of the lights. The bestial thing turned to her, and she swore that there was a feeling of a smirk beneath those glinting eyes.
Four more tendrils snapped out, each one putting out a light and leaving her in almost pure darkness. The rabbit leaped to her feet, knowing that the spell was broken; Kismaric was free.
She managed one step when a dark tentacle grabbed her by the ankle, yanking her back with all the force of a brute in town. She yelped, fighting and squirming, but no sooner had she turned than many more were upon her. Three on each leg, four on each arm as they pulled her back, dragging her past the summoning circle and into the arms of the creature. He looked down at her...and she saw it.
Pet.
It was a word that floated between them, going from his eyes to her mind. It echoed like a word ripped from the very fabric of reality, pushed down on her. She tried to look away, but the eyes glinted, flashed again.
Mine.
Once more, it settled on her, feeling like chains were raining down her body, falling over her like a waterfall. Melody opened her mouth, desperately trying to find the binding words, her tongue tripping over itself for a second or two before Kismaric idly plugged her mouth with a finger. The finger shifted as much as him, going from blunt and short to long and pointed, from a thick pig finger to a delicate dragon's digit. His eyes stared into hers again, glinting as he 'spoke' into her soul.
Submit.
No longer a descriptor, but a command. Her body went weak, her mind trembling as he kept her mouth plugged with a shadowy finger. He kept her looking up as she fell to her knees, the shadows releasing her as she was unable to fight. Her will was sapped away, taken by his words.
Words.
Binding words.
He seemed to chuckle as she realized what had happened, that he was using his binding words on her rather than the other way around. The realization passed over her as she floated in her personal fog of lust and need. And there was lust...so much lust beneath her robes, dripping down her legs as his eyes glinted again.
Slave.
She moaned, the word mouthed around his finger as she repeated it.
"'Lave..."
Slut.
"'Lut."
Belonging.
Possession.
Beneath.
Me.
You.
Are.
Mine!
The last echoed through her head with a roar, breaking her thoughts and leaving her empty save for the words that spun through her mind, burning through her veins as they imprinted themselves on her very soul. Melody - no, Kismaric's Slave - slipped, falling back through the back of her head into nothingness, into the darkness of him that waited for her there.
She felt him, felt him picking her up and turning her around. It was almost a ghostlike, out of body experience as he pushed her into the ground, holding her there as his cock - shifting as much as the rest of him - pressed against her pussy. Melody could almost see it as well as feel it, her awareness in and out of her body at the same time. She saw it pointed, then fat, then knotted, before it slipped inside of her. Both the mental her and the real her gave out a gasp, clenching down on the fat shaft.
It pushed into her, each thrust battering the words deeper into her mind, slamming it into her soul as if it would leave it on her forever. Melody was helpless, broken to do nothing but moan as she was taken, as she was filled, as she was used. She would be his, be his forever. She was Kismaric's.
Kismaric's Slave moaned as he shoved her head into the ground, a foot on her cheek. It came a hoof, then a broad dragon's foot, then a wolf's paw, and then other things besides. Each one filled her with a mind-numbing musk, letting her fall deeper, deeper, deeper for his words. Kismaric's Slave was owned. Kismaric's Slave was a slut. Kismaric's Slave was his.
In and out, in and out that cock went, sometimes popping into her with the knot so hard, only for it to fade away so he could slide back with something else. He pinned her with strength and foot, keeping her in place, her body wracked with pleasure, even as she felt something fading. What, though? What could be...why would it be...
Kismaric's Slave no longer knew what it was, and only slipped further into pleasure, cumming again, and again, and again in the grip of her shadowy master.
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When morning came, Master was nowhere to be seen, though his presence remained in marks over her. Her ass burned from the spanks - spanks she barely remembered, but knew that they had happened with the handprints on her ass. Her pussy gaped, stretched around things that should have been impossible to take inside of her, and her head was fuzzy, unable to focus on anything.
Take your book, go to town. You will find an innkeeper, and put yourself before him. Fuck him until he will give you a room, and cast this spell.
Kismaric's Slave moaned to herself, feeling the power of Master in her mind, and grabbed her things. She knew just the inn, with a nice enough innkeeper with a fat cock, from what she heard from the maids there. She was sure that they'd like the night off....
The End