Derik's Luck 47

From TSade

[edit] Three Months Gone

Marking day.

Three months since the last one.

Three months since Hime gave him breasts.

Three months since the baron took his ass.

Three months since he became the happiest slut in the world.

Derik sat back against the wall outside the massage room and just hummed to himself. Like the rest of the girls in the harem, he was forbidden from going out with Tornsin or the baron for the last few weeks and he felt a growing ache for something hard and throbbing to be buried in his body.

Teri’s strap-on didn’t always fill him the right way. Still felt good when she bent him over the pillows.

He smiled to himself and let his thoughts drift back to the weeks as the harem grew more and more anxious. Teri resumed her favorite task at night: forcing Derik’s head into as many pussies as she could find. His jaw and tongue ached, but it was a good ache. Just like his aching shaft between his legs.

Leaning back, he took a deep breath and just smiled.

Teri hopped out of the massage room with a giggle and pranced up to Derik. He looked up from his position on the floor and chuckled as she spun around, showing off the freshly inked markings at the base of her spine.

“I can fuck you again!”

Turning around, she spread her legs on both side of Derik and bent over. Reaching behind her, she parted her ass cheeks and exposed the swollen folds and tiny opening of her ass. With a giggle, she waved her rear above his head.

“And look, no worries of nasty stuff coming out of my butt.”

Derik reached up with his hands, leaving a feather-light touch on her inner thighs and caressing the soft lips of her pussy. Teri moaned and settled back, her breathing coming faster as Derik eased apart her labia and slid a finger around the opening of her sex. He smirked.

“The nasty stuff comes out of your mouth, anyways.”

Teri’s hips lowered further to aim her wrinkled opening near his mouth

“Shut up and lick it,” she commanded.

Derik set a towel on his lap, just in case, and reached out with both hands. Holding her hips, he pulled her close and ran the tip of his tongue from clitoris to ass and back again. Teri let out a tiny moaning sound and pressed back. Derik smiled and circled around her rosebud. He increased the pressure as he spiraled down to the very center, pushing his tongue in and swirling it around.

“Oh, fuck.”

He slid his hand around her ass to finger her, then stopped when he felt a shadow over him. Looking up, his tongue still buried in Teri’s anal ring, he saw Hime beaming down.

“Hiya, Blackbird. Your turn.”

Teri whimpered, looking up with pleading eyes and pressing back on Derik. Hime shook her head and smirked.

“You can play with him later, but I need him now.”

“Hime? Please? Just a few more seconds.”

“Now.”

Reluctantly, Teri stepped away from Derik and he scrambled to his feet. Hime continued to grin as the towel hung on his hardness and he blushed briefly before taking it off. Following the statuesque blond, he padded into the dimly lit massage room. Sherrel passed him on the way out, kissing him playfully. He followed her with his eyes and she wiggled her ass, completely with a new marking, before disappearing.

Hime circled around the center table and pulled out the corrupted marking sticks. Tapping the table, she waited for Derik to settle into the padded surface, face down.

“You seem to have come a long way, Dora.”

“Thank you.”

He felt fingers along his spine, tracing the lines of his ass and spreading his legs to ease his cock along the cool surface.

“Found out the baron is into cute, submissive guys.”

Derik purred, his body warming at the thought.

“And found a cute boyfriend too. Bridget, I remember when Tornsin was born. Damn it, now I feel old.”

He shivered as she spoke, then she tapped his back.

“So, at this important junction of your life, you have to answer but one question.”

Curious, Derik looked up. The priestess grinned.

“Do I mark you as a male or as a female?”

Derik’s jaw dropped.

“W-What?”

“Well, its obvious you aren’t ready for a permanent change.”

He choked in surprise. Hime giggled and pressed her hand against his back.

“Don’t worry, I knew that before I asked. But, I’m giving you a choice. Do I use the sterility mark for a male or the one for a female.”

He swallowed, “What will happen?”

“Well, you got through the emotional hurdles of the female mark. If you stick with that, nothing will really change. As a male, you’ll go through different ones, but you’ll be like you were before you came into this harem.”

“A-And my breasts?”

Hime smirked again, “You like those?”

Derik lifted his body up off the massage table and looked down at the mounds of his breasts. They felt like part of him now. With one hand, he ran his fingers down the curve and teased his nipple. The feeling of pleasure rose up inside him and he looked up with pleading eyes. Hime smiled warmly and hefted the marking sticks.

“Female it is, my dear boy.”

He blushed.

“T-Thank you.”

She patted his shoulder and ran her finger down his spine.

“You know, if you keep this up, you’ll end up worshiping Bridget.”

Derik felt his shoulders tense up and Hime froze. For a moment she said nothing, then she ran the first stick along his back, starting into the lines of the various runes. He took a long breath and tried to relax. Instead of the pain he felt the first time, the marking sticks were just a faint sense of uncomfortable but nothing compared to his time with Rick or even Madre’s affections. He smiled, happy for the sensations, and closed his eyes. Hime worked in silence until she switched back to the first one.

“Do you have a god? I didn’t think you did, it felt like you were agnostic last time.”

Derik though for a moment, through everything he lived in the last three months and everything beyond. Not sure how to answer, he nodded.

“It’s Bridget now, isn’t it?”

He chuckled and nodded again.

“Yeah, I think it is.”

Hime paused and reached over. He felt her breasts against his back as she kissed him between the shoulder blades. Her whisper felt loud against his ears as she spoke.

“Welcome to the brotherhood.”

It felt like a tiny shiver that pooled in the center of his back. Frowning, he started to look up, but she pushed him gently down. A few seconds later, she was working on the markings again.

“What happened?”

Derik started to open his mouth, but Forbis’ spell caught him. Hime stopped and he slumped down, saying nothing. Then, he felt her hand along his back and she spoke in a hard, sudden voice.

“Turn over.”

He obeyed, his shaft half-hard and bobbing as he settled down. Her bright eyes focused on his face, then down toward his throat.

“You have a compulsion on you?”

Hope and fear rose up inside him. He wanted to nod, wanted to say anything. He opened his mouth to explain and to his surprise, the words came out.

“Forbis did-”

He froze in mid-word, surprised at the sound his voice made. With a trembling hand, he reached up and caressed his throat, trying to feel something but couldn’t.

“Forbis did that. S-So I wouldn’t talk about Rick. How? Why can I speak now?”

Hime grinned and caressed his throat again.

“I’m pretty good at dispelling spells on worshipers of Bridget. And it means you gave yourself to Bridget before he cast his spell.”

“I’m a worshiper? Why? How?”

“Do you call his name when you are in trouble? Hand him your soul?”

Derik thought back to that moment during his torture with Rick. That single moment when he called out for Bridget’s cock, not Rick’s. Blushing hotly, he nodded. Hime’s eyes glittered.

“A blush and you got hard remembering it?”

Her eyes glittered and she wryly grinned, “Did you give a god a lap dance?”

He blushed even hotter as she ran a finger along his length. He shook his head. Hime’s eyes rose back to catch his gaze.

“Tell me. What happened?”

Derik hesitated, then he rolled over and started to tell her from that night, when Rick selected him. Hime prompted when he faltered, but her hands worked steadily on his back. He actually felt relief in telling her of the pain, the rape, and the caning. He avoided any mention of the Eye but included everything else.

Hime froze when he mentioned Raven.

“Y-You’re Raven’s boy?”

He felt some tears in his eyes, but he nodded, “I never knew, until Kerlis said something.”

She sighed sadly, “Well, fuck me, Bridget.”

Brushing his hair off his ear, Hime smiled sadly at him.

“I guess it should have been obvious, now that you mentioned it. You have her eyes and hair.”

Derik sighed, “I never knew about this part,” he swallowed at the tightness in his throat, “of her life.”

“Well, she loved as hard as she fought. The problem was, well, she,” sigh, “we all made mistakes that night. The baron tortured himself for months after that. I saw her twice, when I left, but...”

Hime’s voice trailed off and she lifted the tools. Derik turned his head to look at her and saw a single tear rolling down her cheek.

“I wish I could have said something then. But, there was so much anger between us that we just turned around and went our separate ways. I never saw her again, until I... I...”

She sniffed, then bowed her head.

“I was one of the people who found her body... as the demon gate.”

Derik sat up. He didn’t know what to say, so he just rested on his heels. Hime sobbed as the tears splashed down.

“Damn that bitch, I couldn’t help her and she knew it. Even then, with all that pain, she just couldn’t forgive me.”

Feeling tears in his own eyes, Derik held out his hands and Hime fell into them.

“I wish I could apologize. I wish I could have turned back the clock. I wish we were still here, in the harem, giving Rachel a hard time because she’s control freak and I’m a tattletale. Even when the guard killed her, Raven wouldn’t take her eyes off me. That anger kept that gate open and even in the final breaths of her life, she still couldn’t forgive me.”

Derik held her tight as the tears slammed into her. He didn’t know what to say, so he just said whatever came out of his mouth.

“I forgive you.”

She sobbed something, but for a moment, he thought she called him Raven. Then Hime stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes. She smiled under her sorrow and sniffed loudly.

“Damn it, I’m a mess. Besides, I’m not suppose to be the one crying. I mean, you fell in love with the baron after stealing his Eye. And then, Tornsin falls head over heels... for... you... what’s wrong?”

Derik couldn’t answer as he stared at Hime in shock. His body shook as he tried to stand up, lie down, do anything other than stare at her. His heart started up again, pounding hard in his chest as she looked at him curiously, still sniffing.

“What did I say?”

“H-” his voice was a strangled gurgle, “h-how did you know?”

Hime frowned for a moment, then she cocked her head and shrugged.

“I don’t know, actually. I didn’t really think about it, it just came out. But, its true, isn’t it?”

Derik didn’t answer. Hime sighed and grumbled to herself.

“Maybe I always knew, I don’t know. Sometimes, I just say things. Part of being an intuitive and what makes me a priestess. I do what I think is right and let Bridget and the world work out the details.”

“W-Why didn’t you say something?”

She patted the table. Derik started to move, then froze.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing your marks, silly.”

“Y-You mean, you don’t care?”

Hime thought for a second and shook her head. She looked as she patted the table again.

“Actually, I do care. I care more than you can understand, but my intuition tells me to finish marking you so we can talk. So, lie down.”

Confused, Derik rested back on the table and Hime just resumed her work on his back, drawing the marks as if he never stole the most precious item in the barony. She hummed softly as she drew. Derik felt the knots in his shoulders teasing up until he had to speak.

“Hime?”

“Yes, Dora?”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

Hime tapped lightly, then switched sticks.

“Well, I can’t really explain it. I don’t seem to see the world like most people. Madre called me an intuitive, since I just do what I think is right. I don’t really think about the consequences and in the end, it seems like I usually make the right choice.”

“No, about talking.”

“Well, its obvious you are past one of the major choices in your life and all you have right before you are relatively minor decisions and major consequences.

Derik shivered and clutched the table tightly.

“I... I don’t want to leave. I love it here.”

“I don’t think you have that option anymore, Dora,” she sounded sad as she switched marking sticks. She worked for a few seconds, then spoke up again.

“You have to tell Rachel.”

Derik pressed his face tightly against the table.

“She will be angry at me.”

“Yes.”

“She might hurt me.”

“Might kill you, actually.”

“And then,” he sniffed as he fought back the tears, “the baron will send me away.”

For a moment, he wondered if it would ever come to that, if Madre would honestly kill him, but then he pushed both ideas away sharply. Hime sighed and ran a finger up his spine. Spreading out her fingers, she stroked against his shoulders.

“He has to now. At this point, he must do what he promised to do.”

“Why?”

“Because of his curse. He cannot tell a lie. That also means if he promises to send the thief into a hell on this world, then he must,” she empathized the word strongly, “do that. Anything else would be a lie. It is his, and now your, curse.”

“Fuck.”

Neither said anything as she finished her spells on his back, marking him. He spent the silence in thought, trying to get past the tightness in his chest that came not from shaping spells but a sudden fear of the future. She tapped his back once.

“And there you go, little brother. Three more months of markings and a heap of trouble to burden your soul.”

He sniffed, not really feeling the humor. Groaning, he pushed himself up off the table.

“Thanks a lot. Got any suggestions for a, um, brother?”

Hime helped him into a sitting position. She looked him straight in the eye. Her mouth opened, and for a moment it looked like she would close it. But, Hime spoke with the same conviction she said everything else.

“Be honest.”

“That’s it?”

She shrugged.

“Well, might not hurt to beg like your life depended on it. But, I can tell you this. I think you have to do this. I think you have to be honest, to stand up to the baron and face the consequences of what’s happened.”

“W-What if he kicks me out?”

“Then, you get kicked out.”

“What if he kills me.”

Her eyes shadowed in sadness, “Then I’ll pray that Bridget is there to comfort your soul.”

Derik shivered and clutched himself.

“Doesn’t sound like really good options.”

Hime swept him up in a tight hug. Derik didn’t feel tears, but he held her tightly as he tried to find something positive about his sudden future.

“How can you just tell me this? Just to tell the truth, knowing that I’ll lose the best thing that ever happened to me?”

She released him and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m a priestess.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know the difference between a priestess,” she tapped her chest between her breasts, “and a worshiper?”

Tapping Derik between his breasts, she waited for him to respond. He shook his head. Hime smiled and rubbed her left wrist.

“A worshiper asks for answers. They call to the god when they are in trouble or when they need something. A priestess called on her god when she doesn’t need something. When she’s in trouble, she knows there won’t be an answer. Instead, she does what she thinks is right and trusts that it works out in the end.”

“I-I’m not a priestess, am I?”

Hime chuckled, “No, my dear brother, you are not. But, you believe in her and that is where we all start.”

Derik let a soft smile cross his lips.

“So, would you give up everything?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I have absolute and utter faith that Bridget will see me through every trial I face.”

“Even being caned and raped by a brutal man?”

He could see the pain in her eyes as she nodded slowly.

“Even when I saw one of my former friend as a gate to Oblivion. I have faith, Derik. I also trust Bridget with my life. If he puts me somewhere I’ll be raped, at this point, I will go into it willingly. If I am killed, then I know he will be waiting for me. A-After so many years of being who I am, it isn’t a matter of wanting to do this, it just, well, me.”

Sniffing, Derik shook his head.

“I don’t think I have the courage for that.”

Hime sighed.

“You don’t have many other choices, Derik. You either have to tell the truth, run away, or hope to keep on lying.”

“Why can’t I do that, just keep on lying?”

She smiled bitterly as she kissed him on the nose.

“Because, in the baron’s palace, lying never works. Sooner or later, someone will figure out all of your secrets and the longer it goes on, the more it will hurt everyone.”

He shivered again. Hime watched him for a moment, then held up his chin to kiss him on the cheek, not like a lover but like a sister.

“You’ll do the right thing, Derik, I know you will.”

Derik took a long shuddering breath.

“I wish this was easy.”

Hime chuckled, “I said that myself. But, if it was really that easy, would it be worth it?”

Thinking for a few minutes, he shook his head.

“I guess not.”

“Trust me, please? Your trials are always worth it. And, seeing that you are about to experience a really difficult one, I would be honored if you would let me show you how to pray to Bridget.”

He nodded, not really able to speak. He watched as Hime took up his left hand and rotated his wrist until his palm faced up. She smiled and kissed him right at the meeting of his palm and arm.

Looking up, she whispered slowly and surely.

“We are the shadows between man and women. We are the lovers of his life and the keepers of his passion. We are Bridget’s blessed.”

A different type of sensation rose through him. It felt like a clear liquid being poured into his body from the very tip of his head. It filled him with a rushing sound and he gasped at the feeling of it. Blinking back sudden tears, he saw a faint imprint of her lipstick against his skin. He blinked again and it was gone. Surprised, he looked up but Hime was sweeping around him. He turned to watch her as she slipped out of the massage room and left him alone with his thoughts.