Mark of a Fallen Angel

Mark of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Two

By: Kigen

Side note, special thanks to Faraway Dawn for abuse musing. She’s the one who puts the sadistic thoughts in my head… and puts up with me… and makes me give blood. I still feel woozy.

Disclaimer: Trying to make a Shaman King doujinshi right now. If I owned Shaman King, it would be a cannon manga excerpt, and I would be a happy girl.

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Lyserg awoke in the same dark room, on the same silken bed that she had before.

Her body was sticky and she felt nauseous.

"Awake already?"

Lyserg's head jerked to see Hao sitting at the foot of the bed. He was reading a book as though nothing was amiss.

Hao shut his book, setting it on the silken covers and walked to the head of the bed where Lyserg rested.

As Hao slipped down the sheet, Lyserg immediately tried to cover her naked form. The fire shaman just ignored her and slipped his arms under her body and lifted her into the air.

Lyserg's hands clutched at Hao's cloak, whether to keep her from falling from the pyro shaman's grasp, or to try and push Hao away, she wasn't sure

"What are you doing?" Lyserg asked softly as Hao carried her across the room a large mirror.

"I thought you'd like to see your new body." Hao explained as he lit several more candles with a mere thought. Now there was enough light for Lyserg to see her reflection. "After all," Hao set Lyserg onto the ground. The arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright. "You haven't had a proper opportunity to examine it yet, have you?" Hao slid the sleeveless turtleneck that had remained on from the night before over Lyserg's head.

Turning Lyserg's now completely nude body so her back rested against his chest, he smirked at her attempts to cover herself. Her face was turned stubbornly to the side; eyes shut tight.

"Now Lyserg," Hao's free hand grasped her chin, "how do you plan to see how your body has changed if you don't look into the mirror?"

Lyserg kept her eyes stubbornly shut. "I-I don't want to see."

"Oh?" Hao's teeth teasingly scrapped against the flesh of Lyserg's neck, causing her to release a shuddering gasp. "You're going to be in this form for quite some time. I sure you'll at least want to know what you look like. Now, look into the mirror Lyserg."

When the dowser refused to open her eyes, Hao let his teeth sink a little bit deeper into the overly sensitive flesh, causing the dowser to let out a pained cry.

"That wasn't a request Lyserg." Hao's voice warned darkly.

Trembling, the only thing keeping her from crashing to the ground was the arm around her waist and Hao's chest which she rested against. Lyserg hesitantly opened her green eyes.

Lyserg tried to turn away, but Hao kept her head firmly in place. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, before gathering the courage to open them again. The dowser gazed at her form with a morbid sense of curiosity.

Her build was still as skinny as before, though she seemed to be a bit too skinny for a girl. Her face was a bit softer, a bit rounder. Her newly widened hips curved out in gentle swells on either side. Her chest and shoulders were thinner, though two small breasts now protruded from her torso.

Seeing how Hao's tanned arm was wrapped possessively around her now curved waist, Lyserg squeezed her eyes shut, and Hao finally allowed her to turn her head to the side.

"Are you not pleased with your new form Lyserg?" Hao asked his now free hand reaching down to caress up and down the outside of her thigh.

"Stop it." Lyserg whimpered. She gasped as Hao's hand moved from the outside, to rubbing the sensitive inside of her thigh.

"If you don't like your new body Lyserg, I'm sure I can help you to... better appreciate it." Hao smirked, trailing his fingers higher and higher up her inner thigh. Letting his finger slide teasingly along her slit; still damp from the night before, he continued to whisper into her ear. "After all, I'm sure you're well aware of certain features you have now, that you didn't have before."

Hao’s smirk widened, as he slid a finger between Lyserg's lower lips, and inside her.

Lyserg screamed, her hands uselessly pulling at Hao's hand "Stop, stop, STOP!"

She squirmed helplessly as Hao just chuckled into her neck, and swirled his finger in little circles that brushed against Lyserg’s inner walls.

"Oh? Did you forget you had this now?" Hao placed soothing kisses on Lyserg's neck and shoulder as his finger continued to stroke her silky walls.

"Stop, no... Sto- oh god." Lyserg whimpered, her body bent over the arm around her waist.

"And why would I do that?" Hao began to lightly trust his finger in and out of Lyserg, highly amused at her whimpers and cries. “After all, you'll need to get used to things much bigger than my finger doing this."

“No... Ple-please. Stop Hao." Lyserg sobbed, tears falling freely down her cheeks.

Hao just kissed the back of her neck, adding another finger, making Lyserg cry out at the sudden increase in width. "I will in a moment. It would cruel of me to tease my queen and then leave her wanting. And furthermore," Hao continued to press soft kisses and teasing nibbles along Lyserg's neck and shoulders, "you should be referring to me as Hao-sama."

"St-stop..." Lyserg whimpered, letting out a pained cry as a third finger entered her.

"What's the magic word Lyserg?" Hao asked, his teeth grazing her ear and he continued to trust his fingers into Lyserg's quivering body.

“P-p-ple-please..." Lyserg screamed as a particularly hard thrust caused her more pain.

"Try again Lyserg."

"St-stop..." Lyserg let out a choked sob as the next word left her lips.

"Ha-Hao-sama..."

Hao smiled, pressing his lips gently against her cheek. "Good girl." Hao slide a finger out, leaving just two inside to tease Lyserg's slick walls, as his thumb extended to massage her clit.

Lyserg let out another choked scream as she released over Hao's hand.

Her body sagged, her lungs taking panting, gasping breaths as Hao studied his sticky fingers.

"Ah. It appears I made you bleed a little." Hao showed her his blood and cum covered fingertips.

Lyserg just squeezed her eyes shut tighter, sobbing.

Hao brought the fingers to his lips, lapping at the essence that covered them.

Lyserg stared at Hao in the mirror, horrified by the scene taking place just behind her.

"Would you like to try?" Hao smirked, waving the still dirty fingers before Lyserg's mouth.

Lyserg twisted to the side as much as her weakened body would allow.

"No? Later perhaps." Hao finished lapping at the liquid, before letting the digits damp with saliva trail along the inside of Lyserg's thigh. "Look my queen. You enjoyed yourself so much that you spilled over." Hao teased, kneading the flesh of Lyserg's inner thigh.

The door opened.

"Hao-sama I-" Nichrome turned his head to the side, a light blush coloring his cheeks. "I'm sorry if I disturbed something Hao-sama. I will return when you're finished." Nichrome turned to leave.

"That's quite alright Nichrome. We've already finished. Come here." Hao lifted Lyserg into his arms again.

Lyserg blushed beat red with utter mortification.

Hao chuckled at Lyserg's obvious discomfort, and her attempts to cover herself while she was still trembling with the after effects of orgasm.

"Be careful with her Nichrome." Hao deposited the nude girl into the younger shaman's arms. “Her body is still quite sensitive and will react to anything pleasurable, even if you don't mean for her to."

"Wha-what?" Lyserg quivered, still trying to cover herself in some attempt for modesty.

“I thought you'd like a bath, and I've instructed Nichrome to give you it. After all, it's been several days since you've had one. And you've been... quite active." Hao let his finger trail along Lyserg's damp thigh. “I'd give it to you myself, but there's something that requires my attention." Hao brushed a stray, damp bang out of Lyserg's eyes and took her hand. He completely ignored Lyserg as she futilely attempted to jerk it back to cover her small breasts. Hao brought it to his lips and kissed it.

"Behave for Nichrome while I'm gone Lyserg." Hao nodded at Nichrome before leaving the room.

With a sigh of annoyance, Nichrome began to cross the room, stumbling a bit in the dark and nearly dropping Lyserg. "This room is too dark." he grumbled, shifting the dowser so he could hold her with one arm, the other feeling for the wall.

Finding what he was looking for, he opened a door, his hand immediately feeling for the light switch.

Lyserg had to close her eyes, the light that flicked on was much brighter than what she had been exposed to the last few days. When she opened them again, she found herself in a fairly large sized bathroom.

Nichrome placed Lyserg down so her back leaned against the bathtub. The dowser shivered as her skin came in contact with the chilled porcelain. Nichrome pulled off his robe, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the sight of Lyserg's juices and blood staining the fabric.

Starting the water in the tub, and testing the temperature, Nichrome let it fill as he gathered the other supplies. In just a pair of slacks, Nichrome wet a wash towel, and lathered it with soap. Spilling warm water over Lyserg's body, Nichrome began to gently wash it.

He turned his face away, the blush on his checks not fading, as Lyserg unwillingly made soft gasps and whimpers of the feel of the cloth running over her skin.

“Can't you shut up?" Nichrome hissed, as Lyserg let out a small, whimpering, whine she failed to hold in as Nichrome washed her breasts.

"S-sorry." Lyserg turned her face away from the boy, body trembling as she tried desperately to keep in the unwilling sounds. She tried to move to curl into herself as much as she could, but Nichrome laid a hand on her arm.

Nichrome grimaced. "Don't be difficult. I'm not enjoying this anymore than you are. Just stay still and shut up so we can get this over with."

"All- all right."

The two stayed in silence, as Nichrome washed Lyserg's body, leaving one spot purposely untouched.

"You can wash there yourself, can't you?"

"Y-yes..." Lyserg took the cloth with trembling hands, placing it on her lower abdomen.

"Hurry up." Nichrome stood up, turning off the facet for the filled tub, and going to get the shampoo.

Lyserg arm was pathetically weak. She could just barely handle moving the washcloth on her own. Tentatively, Lyserg attempted to scrub herself clean of Hao's touch.

She let out a squeak and almost dropped the cloth at the jolt of pleasure that resulted.

Taking a few deep breaths, she attempted again to clean herself. The dowser shuddered as she felt the same warmth from before begin to well up in her stomach. Tears welling up in her eyes, Lyserg cleaned herself as gingerly as she could, trying to ignore the pleasurable shivers that ran up her spine.

Hunching over with a barely contained scream, Lyserg's body shuddered as a wave of unintentional pleasure rolled over her, effectively soiling the washcloth in hand.

Arms pressed as tight to her stomach as she could manage, sobs wracked her body.

This was torture; such utter, inhuman torture.

She didn't stop crying as she felt warm, strong hands grasping her shoulders and pulling her up so her back rested against the bathtub once more. Nichrome ignored the girl's sobs as he dampened her hair, squeezed shampoo into it, and began to lather it.

He felt bad for the former boy. No doubt Hao was subjecting her to mental and sexual torture, he had witnessed that with his own eyes. But this was Hao-sama's doing. He had no right to question it.

All he could do was obey the fire shaman.

Tilting the girl's tear stained face back, he rinsed the suds from her hair and body. He lifted Lyserg into his arms, he settled her into the bathtub.

“Is it too hot?" Nichrome asked.

Lyserg shook her head no, shoulders still shaking with her sobs.

"Can you manage by yourself?"

Lyserg hesitated for a moment before nodding. What did Hao's lackeys care if she was comfortable or not?

"Then I'll leave you to yourself for a while."

Lyserg looked up at him with watery eyes. Why would he do that? Lyserg's thoughts immediately went to the water that reached just below her shoulder. It wouldn't be too hard to-

"Don't do anything stupid." Nichrome quickly reprimanded. "If you do something so stupid as to kill yourself, Hao-sama will have the Spirit of Fire devour your soul after punishing you. And I know that whatever he's doing to you now isn't nearly as bad as what he'd do if you ruined his plans."

Lyserg turned her face away, looking into the steaming water, shoulders shaking once again.

Nichrome sighed. By the spirits.

"Look, just behave yourself and obey Hao-sama's commands and you'll be fine. Don't do anything that will get you killed." Nichrome turned and left the room.

Lyserg wrapped her arms reassuringly around herself, not bothering to even try and stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks. After letting herself sob, Lyserg tried to get herself together enough that she could think about everything that had happened.

Everything would be fine, she tried to tell herself. Soon Yoh and the others would find where Hao was hiding her and they would come and save her and she'd be a boy again and this would all be just a bad dream...

But… but did Yoh and the others even know that she was alive?

She had waken up not knowing if she was alive or dead. What if the others thought that she had died in the battle? What if...

What if the others had died, and she was the only one who remained?

No, she shook her head, regretting it as dizziness overtook her for a moment. She couldn't think like that. They had to still be alive.

They... they just had to be...

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