Sulphira\'s War
The long, red and black viper curled herself around her master's feet. The tall man leaned down and, grabbing the snake by the back of her neck, hoisted her unto his shoulders. The snake hissed into his ear.
"They come from all sides master, the warriors. They come by land, sea, and air," the large viper whispered in a language only someone with a heart of stone and blood that runs as black as night could understand. The man's eyes widened, not with fear, but with joy. He felt nothing but pure, crooked happiness as he heard the snake's words.
"How long, my love?" he asked, stroking the creature's neck and head. It cooed softly and responded.
"They will be upon us by midnight. But master...I...I..." her voice trailed off. He gazed at the snake with a look of both worry and suspicion.
"What is it my dear?" he asked.
"I have seen someone at the lead of their land force," the viper seemed both nervous and afraid to mention the name of her master's most formidable foe.....
"Celina Malokun," she whispered. She looked into her master's cold, bright red eyes and her gaze quickly shot to the tiled floor below, immediately regretting saying the full name.
"I...thought...I said...never...to mention her name in my presence AGAIN!" he screamed at the whimpering snake.
"Please master! Forgive me, I beg you!" she started, tears streaming down her scaly cheeks as she braced herself for the pain of her punishment. It never did. She opened her eyes a crack and saw that her master was trying to sooth her, gently petting and scratching her smooth scales.
"There now, my love. Don't cry, please, you know I hate it when you cry. I just lost my temper, that's all. I would never hurt you," he said softly to the sobbing reptile. She felt overwhelming happiness at his words, knowing that he would never hurt her intentionally. He was always so kind to her, even on the day he found her, that fateful day after he and his army demolished a small village north of the castle.
"Aww, look," a six-foot tall monster called a Kree snorted to another. "A little snake bitch lost her way, poor thing," he spat on her. She started to slither away and call for help, but the Kree placed a foot on her tail. She could hear the bones snap under the monster's heavy clawed foot. She screamed in pain. The Kree just laughed until the other came over and raised his sword above his head, ready to slice her in half. Her eyes widened as the tears began to flow freely from her eyes. The Kree continued to laugh. However, about four feet away, a tall man with glowing red eyes and sharp fangs tore his blade free of the peasant he had just sunk it up to the hilt into. He looked up quickly as he heard screams of pain and agony coming from a little ways away. The sight he saw made his eyes glow brighter as he stormed over to the Kree with the sword. The viper had already begun to feel dizzy from fear and anxiety, so the sight she saw was blurred a bit. What she could make out was the sight of the Kree's blade whistle down towards her body. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight as she heard a sickening slap. She opened her eyes to find the tall man there, grasping the sword by the blade. The blood poured from between his fingers and down onto her. She looked at the Kree, who just gawked at the blade and then at the man. He didn't get another chance to move. The man snapped the blade with his bare, bleeding hand and jabbed it into the Kree's neck. As the Kree fell to the ground, he ripped the blade free and, looking at the fleeing Kree behind him, flung it with all the grace and majesty of a rogue asteroid. The sharp shard of blade slammed into the Kree's head, going through one end and out the other. It stopped in the support beam of a burning house where it got stuck, twelve feet away from the dead Kree. The tall man wiped his hands on his flowing, black cape and leaned down to the snake. She was in hysterics. He asked her name.
"S-sul-ph-ph-phira-a," she gasped between sobs. He gazed over her tattered body. He may have been a different species, but for some odd (and pretty fuckin' weird 0_0) way, she was very attractive to him. He picked her up and held her in his strong, muscular arms.
"Sulphira," he said sullenly. Not unhappily, but just sort of thinking out loud. "That's a fine name for someone as beautiful as you," he stroked her scales gently. She pressed against his hand, wanting to feel more and more of it. She felt strangely attracted to this odd creature, long hair flowing in the wind of the battlefield.
"What is your name?" she asked. Her voice had stopped shaking.
"My name is Zellamus," he responded in his low, almost raspy voice. She felt loved for once in her long, long life as a snake. She didn't know why, but there was just something about him that made her feel complete. He called over a medical Kree to address her tail wounds, and she passed out.
Back to the present day. She looked at her master's beautiful face and leaned in to give him a loving lick on the cheek with her long, forked tongue. He chuckled and turned to her. Staring into her eyes, he leaned in himself and pressed his lips to her muzzle. Their tongues intertwining, they were locked in a passionate kiss that, even though he had yelled at her and sometimes talked down to her, he meant with all (or whatever was left) of his heart. He really did love that viper.
"Go to Jallek's quarters and tell him to rally the Kree, we have a battle to win," he whispered to the scaled beauty after breaking the kiss. She began to slither away, but he caught her on her way out the cast-iron doors that lead to the chamber.
"And Sulphira, tell Jallek to bring me Celina...alive," he looked at the snake; she nodded and headed out the door, down the long hallway to Jallek's chamber she came up to the door, licking her lips one last time to try to get every last taste of her master's lips into her mouth.
She slithered in through the crack her master had made secretly in almost all doors to the castle for her to enter. She strained to see the giant winged demon in the gloom of his chambers, sitting on the floor, tearing a huge chunk of flesh from a living deer.
"What is it, Sulphira?" he asked, not even turning to look at her.
"Master says to rally the Kree; they are coming, with her at the reigns," she hissed, the love tone she used with her master now completely gone and a harsh one in its place.
"He wants her back here alive after the battle is won," she hissed again. She felt no remorse for what her master would do to Celina; she personally hated the bitch for trying to lure master away from his throne. She also tried to lure master away from Sulphira herself, claiming that she was a poison that had to be 'removed'. She wanted to torture Celina for trying to take master away from her. The behemoth in front of her, however, wasn't so into the whole taking prisoners thing, but would still have to in order to defend himself from Zellamus's wrath. His eyes widened with mere remembrance of Celina, how she cried when Zellamus allowed him to take her. That was a time of celebration, after he had annihilated her entire state with pleasure. He always kept her locked up as a sex slave after that. But then one day, he underestimated her abilities, she lost him and he lost a nut. Damn, she could kick hard! He winced from just the memory of that day. But then his eyes widened as he thought of getting her back in his arms again, and if he couldn't then he would just have to take Sulphira and force her not to tell Zellamus, or else would lose his other nut and then some! His slitted pupils tightened and became more like lines in his irises. He smiled like the devil. Coincidently, 'devil' wasn't too far off.
T.B.C....
(This wasn't supposed to be the actual sex story, just the character and plot development, anyway I hope you enjoyed and take note that there will be more in the near future ;-)