Intermission — Sekh — A Moment to Myself

    “Uugghh...” I groaned in pain once Master had fallen asleep. The discomfort between my legs was bearable when we were making love, but after regaining my reason, it was nothing but agony.

    It took a lot of strength to push myself off the bed and to my feet, and even then, I collapsed to my hands and knees and vomited out the contents of my stomach. With hazy eyes and shaking hands, I reached between my legs and grunted when I pulled my fingers away because I saw proof that this body was just a virgin. That was to be expected because Master’s penis was that of an Ashen Orc. Even if the pain reminded me of the various hells I endured, it wasn’t the same because Master never intended on hurting me. If anything, it was my fault because I made her body

    “Yeah, just to let you know, that’s a shitty idea,” said Tilde. She flew over and hovered above Master, doing nothing but staring at her.

    “What would you even know about that, fairy?” I replied. I held little affection for this flying pest, but she was instrumental in strengthening Master’s [Hermes Trismegistus].

    “I have about 6,000 years under my belt. When you live that long and see so many people, you start to fit them into different archetypes. You’re thinking of hiding the pain, aren’t you? Master fucked you raw, so I’m sure you having a hard time even moving. You need her, and she needs you, and you don’t want this to turn into a situation that would be harmful for our Master. I bet you imagined the horror of her realizing she hurt the first person to have needed her. That shock would probably render her impotent for the rest of her life, and you could not have that because it would be another strike on the board against our Master. A board, I’ll add, that has two marks of failures already on it. Then again, not telling her isn’t much better. You’d be deceiving her and creating doubt in a relationship where the clouds of uncertainty have no place. Either way, you fucked up by not saying anything earlier.”

    I barred my teeth, yet my anger vanished. Ignoring Tilde, I stumbled over to the closet and took out a clean bedspread and blanket, then worked to clean up our mess. It was hard to move Master to the bath, where we luckily had the foresight to not drain the water. I just had to heat it with my flames, then worked to scrub ourselves clean of sexual fluids without the luxury of soap. It didn’t take long for the bath to turn slightly red. Looking at the crimson I loved to spread hurt my heart because of Tilde’s words.

    “Why don’t you be useful—”

    “Yeah, yeah. I was already going to do it,” Tilde said, interrupting me while flying over to the ruined blanket and bedspread. In a flash, it vanished, and I dragged Master from the bath and dried the two of us off. I only needed to remake the bed, and once that was done, I put her down on it. A second later, I crawled over her, got under the cover, and hugged her head to my chest, because she was my Master.

    That was the only reason I needed to do what I just did.

    I was only freed because she suffered a tumultuous life. If she hadn’t been abused, beaten, and raped, then paraded in front of her classmates naked before being thrown into the void, her fury would not have burned as bright.

    Her suffering was my salvation.

    “Hey, when Master was fucking you with that thick cock, how did it feel? I know it hurts like a bitch, but I, honest to goodness, thought you were about to be split open like a walnut. Oh, and I was impressed when you swallowed it. Didn’t think your throat was made for that, but damn. Hey, did you ever hear the story of the Ashen Orc that practiced celibacy?” Tilde spoke just because she liked to hear her own voice, and I wasn’t about to indulge her. I just held Master close to my chest and rubbed my arms down her back because I knew she loved how my fur felt. A few kisses to her head caused her to speak in her sleep.

    “Sekh... Mmmnn... Sekh, I need you,” whispered my Master. I squeezed her a little tighter as my heart beat faster. That annoyance of a fairy kept speaking as if she valued the sound of her voice that much.

    Would she teach me to cook? Clean? Instruct me on how a noble should act? Throw tea parties with the other women of the village? Take me to see her parents?

    And my father... Would his favorite sword be passed to me when he became feeble and unable to wield it? Would he teach me how to swing a sword? Or how to hunt? Or fish? Or how to nurse minor wounds.

    When I became of age, would they be insistent on making me marry someone? Would they choose a common boy from the village, a noble from my mother’s side, or allow me to choose my partner? Would we fight because of it? Or would I run away? With my potential partner? Or would I leave in the middle of the night?

    Would I choose the guild and follow in my father’s footsteps? Or perhaps join the army? Or even a mercenary?

    Were there friends and close companions in my future? Would I have found someone to adventure with for twenty or so years? Someone to become more than just a simple friend? Someone to be there for me when I needed them when the passing of my parents eventually happened? Or someone to hold my baby when I eventually performed a woman’s duty?

    Me? Being a mother? Even with an open mind, I can’t imagine that. The womb of this new body isn’t destroyed, but who would want to have children with the Dark Lord of Tyranny? Someone with a reputation for slaughtering newborns?

    Or would I be betrayed by them and forced to fight for my survival? Kidnapped and forced to live a fate like what I endured?

    It wouldn’t all be sunshine and rainbows, but it wouldn’t be all vulgar and horrific.

    Master shifted slightly in her sleep, breaking me free from my daydream.

    “Will I ever find love?” I whispered, looking at her. “You’re too far special a person to love me. You’re the Transcendent Dark Lord—a being that rules above all other Dark Lords. I’m content to be your blade of vengeance. That’s the most a monster like me could ask for, but I wish to remain by your side until the end of time...” I kissed her head once more and reluctantly closed my eyes. I didn’t want this moment to end because a part of me feared this was another delusion the seal tormented me with.

    But I wanted this to be real.

    I yearned for this to be real.

    Please, let it be real when I wake up...