She had lost it all. Her leader, her followers, her town, and her earthly possessions. What could she do? She wandered around the now broken town and picked up a tattered piece of paper. “Always smile.” it said, seemingly written by a child. The former Thurist’s smile was sad only but for a moment before it became demented. “They got what they deserved. They should’ve sided with the right team.” Yet here I stand with nothing but my thoughts, memories, and insanity. Kanan walked up to the tower that used to be her pulpit, picked up a rock, and threw it against the wall, causing chunks of rocks to fly towards her. With a swipe of a hand, the rocks paused and turned inside out.
“I must say that I’m impressed. Dracon women have never ceased to amaze me…” Kanan didn’t even bother turning around. “You must really have a death wish…” Dio shrugged to this and walked to her side, hoping at least for a side glance, which, sadly enough, he didn’t get. “Would you mind getting away from me?” said the mage with a glare. Dio boldly stepped in front of her, looking into her reddish eyes. Her eyes neither averted or blinked. “Get out of here, I want nothing to do with you.”
He got closer, she didn’t move. “You fascinate me; you may have sided with the Devour Lord, but you can resta-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he was pinned to the wall with strands of magic. “W-what are you doing?” was he could manage before the magic strands tightened, “What would I have to start with? Everything I had is now gone. Everything!” She smiled and tightened her fist, Dio screamed a raspy scream as blood poured out of his mouth; he was quite sure she had broken his ribs.
“Yeah, that’s right, pretty boy. So easy to talk about starting over when you’re practically performing necrophilia on your “Master”. Sickening.” They were mere centimeters apart and Dio stopped struggling and looked deep within the woman’s eyes. He saw sorrow, insanity, and confusion. She quickly dove forward, grabbed Dio’s mask, and yanked it off. “Hey, you’re not half bad looking…” Against his will he blushed, no one had seen him without a mask. She threw it to the ground, grasped his wrist, and kissed his neck. Dio struggled against the bonds and the woman. Only Median could have him like this but… It feels so good.
She read his face and kissed his neck again, then led her tongue up the side of his throat, across his jaw line, and licked the blood off his lips, turning him on even more. He moaned as she kissed him, he felt her tongue in his mouth lapping up the blood she found there. Before he could stop himself, he found his tongue dancing with her, unwillingly lean forward to deepen the kiss. “No, no, this is not how this works.” she said with a wry smile. She snapped her fingers and he found himself free of his bonds. He was about to stand up when Kanan delivered a sharp kick towards his already broken ribs, he rolled over on his good side, holding his ribs. “Nuh uh,” said the priestess, rolling on his back and straddling him. He didn’t have the strength to struggle. She kissed him hard, once again relieving him of his blood. Dio was scared, but he was ready for anything.
“My, my, what do we have here? Looks very regal.” she pulled her lips from his and looked down at the insignia on his robe that indicated his rank. “Won’t be needing that.” she laughed, yanking it off of him and throwing it onto the ground. “Now, now that you’re stripped of your rank, what are you going to do? We can have some fun…” She started this lick his bare chest and he squirmed. With a quick swipe of her nails, his chest was bleeding. “My oh my…” she reached down near his crotch. A cocky smile covered her face. “Someone is happy.” Dio said nothing. “Don’t worry, we won’t go far…” All he remembered was her tongue traveling his body and then he was in Astec. It was then he wondered how far was too far with Kanan. All he remembered that he had never been so scared, so aroused, and so humiliated in his life.