Mark of a Fallen Angel

Mark of a Fallen Angel

Chapter Three

By: Kigen

It’s rated M now, but still heavily censored. Check out the adult fan fiction . Net version for the uncensored, sadistic stuff.

Side note, special thanks to Faraway Dawn for abuse musing. She MAKES me write this story.

Disclaimer: If Shaman King belonged to me, it would come out faster than two chapters a month in Shonen Jump, and Ryu wouldn’t be the only one after Lyserg.

:-:-:-:-:

Lyserg didn’t fight Nichrome as he dried her body and dressed her in a yukata. She had worn one before at the hotsprings. She was just relieved it wasn’t girl’s clothing.

Nichrome sat her on the bed, taking a brush and running it through her green locks to rid it of tangles.

The door opened, and Hao entered, another tray of food in his hands.

“You’re looking better.” Hao noted, setting the tray on a table next to the bed. “Did she behave herself Nichrome?”

“Yes Hao-sama.” Nichrome answered. Hao held his hand out to take the brush, and Nichrome gave it without hessitation.

Hao nodded as he began to run the brush though Lyserg’s hair. “What do you say to Nichrome, my queen?” Hao asked, as though asking a small child.

Lyserg fisted the material of her yukata, shoulders trembling, before letting out a strained, “Thank you.”

“Of course Lyserg-sama.” Nichrome bowed shortly. Receiving a nod of acknowledgment from Hao, he left the two alone.

“Did you enjoy your bath my queen?” Hao dragged the brush slowly through her hair.

Lyserg tensed. She didn’t answer.

Hao’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You seemed depressed my queen. Do you need me to lift your spirits?” He placed the brush down and pressed his lips against Lyserg’s clothed shoulder. The would be shaman king let his lips wander; kissing Lyserg’s shoulders, her throat, turning the dowser so she rested against him as he bit at her collarbone.

Lyserg winced. Her hands fisted Hao’s cloak.

“No... please no more.” she whimpered.

Hao smirked, letting his tongue lavish an area of her neck for a moment more before pulling away. “What do you say Lyserg?”

Lyserg whimpered, shameful tears starting to fall down her cheeks again. She wanted to die. “Please don’t...” a sob. “Hao-sama.”

“Good girl.” Hao kissed her forehead. He left her side for a moment, to grab the food tray. Unlike last time when he merely sat her up and fed her, this time he pulled the girl into his lap.

“I suppose it wouldn’t do any good to wear you out before you even got a chance to regain your strength. Open your mouth Lyserg.”

Lyserg didn’t fight this time. She parted her lips and allowed Hao to slip the bit of chicken inside.

After the chicken and soup, Lyserg was able to finish most of the salad before turning her head away.

“Finished?”

Lyserg nodded, relieved when Hao laid her on her back and covered her with the blankets.

“See how well things go if you cooperate Lyserg? See how nice it is when you obey me like a good girl?”

Lyserg squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to ignore the hand stroking her hair.

Hao just chuckled to himself, leaning down and kissing Lyserg’s forehead. “Sleep my queen. You do need your rest.” he soothed, his hand still stroking Lyserg’s hair.

Lyserg whimpered softly. After a while, Hao’s hand and soft humming formed a twisted version of a lullaby that lulled the weary girl into a blissful sleep.

:-:-:-:-:

Lyserg let out a stifled cry as her body connected with the floor yet again. Taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm her erratic breathing, she forced herself back onto her feet.

When she had awoken she decided that this time, she decided she wouldn't wait for Hao to approach her.

Walking was difficult. It had taken several tries just to be able to stand on her feet without falling over. Lyserg had to cling to the side of the bed for her first few shaky steps. It had been over twenty minutes now, and she hadn't even been able to find one of the dark room's walls. The dowser wasn't sure if it was because the room was that large, or because she was truly that pathetic.

As a wave of dizziness overtook her for a moment, almost making her fall over for a third time, she decided it was her weakness.

Arms held out in front of her, feeling for a wall or anything that could help her find her way around, her bare foot caught on something, and she was sent crashing to the ground again.

A pair of arms caught her before she hit the floor.

"Now what are you doing out of bed my queen?" Hao's dark voice purred in Lyserg’s ear.

"Let me go." Lyserg tried to push the fire shaman away, only to be lifted into his arms.

"I must admit I'm a bit impressed Lyserg. You shouldn't be able to stand for another week, let alone be walking." Hao was carrying her across the room. "I knew you would be worthy of being my queen." Hao set Lyserg down so she sat on, what she was guessed was a couch, before setting a few more candles ablaze.

Lyserg's blinked at the increase of light, and took what Hao placed in her hands. "Books?" she asked, looking at the large shelf that was filled with the leather bound volumes.

"If you're strong enough to attempt walking, I assume you would like something to occupy your time." Hao explained. "Besides, it is good for you as my Shaman Queen to better acquaint yourself with forms of shamanism outside your dowsing."

"I want Morphine." Lyserg's hands clutched the book.

"I think not." Hao pulled a few more books from the shelf, setting them on the low table next to the couch Lyserg sat at. "If I did allow you to see your pixie, you would simply attempt oversoul and try to escape; despite the fact that you don't even have a proper medium." Hao tilted Lyserg's face so he could look into her eyes. Lyserg just turned her face away.

"Don't touch me." Lyserg pulled away.

“Your rebellious side is back I see." Hao noted with distaste. "And you were so obedient and submissive the last time you were awake."

"Don't touch me." Lyserg repeated, her breath hitching as Hao's hand slip between the folds of her yukata to fondle a breast.

"What have I told you to do if you want something of me, my queen?" Hao teased, his teeth nipping at Lyserg's neck. He sucked at the area as his fingers slowly circled a nipple.

Lyserg tensed, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. "I'm not saying it."

"No?" Hao smirked as he pulled away to see the new bruise, one of many that decorated Lyserg's neck. "You seemed so content to say it before." he pulled the book out of Lyserg's hands, and placed it to the side as he pressed her onto her back. Crawling on top of Lyserg, he leaned down and took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling it before whispering softly. "You were so content to call me, Hao-sama." he chuckled as Lyserg's whimper.

"Don't." Lyserg whimpered as Hao pulled the front of Lyserg's robe open and leant down and taking a hard nipple in his mouth. Her body was finally starting to go back to a normal level of sensitivity, but Hao would not relent.

"Why would I stop while you're enjoying it so much my queen?" Hao chuckled, pulling the robe further open.

"No, don't touch me anymore!" Lyserg grasped Hao's shoulder's, trying to shove him off of her body.

"Stop fighting me Lyserg. You know you can't win." Hao moved down Lyserg's body, and spread the legs she tried so hard to press together. "Yesterday, you were thinking that this spot was dirty." Hao noted, letting his finger caress the length of Lyserg's slit. "And were upset that you couldn't clean it." Hao continued, replacing his finger with his lips as he kissed Lyserg's most sensitive area.

Lyserg's eyes widened as she realized what Hao was planning on doing. "Don't."

"Don't? I'm just going to help you clean yourself." Hao smirked, parting Lyserg's outer folds with his fingers before letting his tongue reach out to tease Lyserg's entrance. "Besides," Hao pulled away, "You know you can't do anything to stop me Lyserg." And with that, Hao's tongue begin to lap at Lyserg's flowing juices.

Lyserg cried out, squirming as Hao's tongue relentlessly attacked her. The last few times Hao had done so, he had concentrated on her clit. Now that he was lavishing her entrance and labia, her release didn't come to her as quickly.

She didn't know whether to be happy that she wouldn't give in to Hao right away, or devastated when it only meant that Hao's torture would last longer this time.

She shuddered with a gasp when Hao drove his tongue into her. "Stop it! Don't touch me! Stop!" Lyserg screamed, thrashing wildly.

Hao pinned her hips to the ground as he continued his assault, not even slowing down.
Lyserg cried, trying to sit up and shove Hao away from her. Hao pulled away and Lyserg fell back, relieved.

"If you're so set on me stopping, then perhaps it is time that you do something."

"Wha-what?" Lyserg's voice quivered.

Hao's hand grabbed Lyserg's and pressed it against him, where Lyserg could easily feel his hardness that strained against the fabric of his jeans.

Lyserg froze, a deep brush spreading across her cheeks before she tried desperately to pull her hand away.

Hao just smirked and unzipped his jeans, letting his erection come free. "Why so embarrassed Lyserg? Surely you've seen this before. You used to have one after all." Hao whispered, moving up Lyserg's body to nip at her neck while he guided her hand to caress his length.

Lyserg turned her head to the side, trying to ignore the feel of Hao's length in her hand as Hao slid it up and down his length.

"What's wrong Lyserg?" Hao smirked, working his way down Lyserg's torso. He let his lips press against Lyserg's cheek as the tears flow.

Lyserg just continued to sob as Hao pleasured himself with her hand.

Hao chuckled into Lyserg's neck, continuing until he let out a low groan.

Lyserg's stopped breathing for a moment when she felt a sticky wetness cover her hand and realized what it was.

Hao smiled, bringing Lyserg's cum covered hand to his lips. “It appears I’ve made your hand dirty as well.” He sucked on each digit until the hand was clean of all traces of his essence.

Kissing Lyserg's forehead, Hao sat up and straitened himself. "Read those books if you feel the need to occupy yourself. I will be back later with your meal."

Lyserg didn't listen to the fire shaman. She just curled into a ball and cried as Hao left her alone.

She could still feel the heat between her legs

:-:-:-:-:

Lyserg took the wash cloth and scrubbed her skin as hard as she could as she sat in water hot enough that it burned and scalded and made her still sensitive skin flush deep red. Lyserg rinsed the suds from her body and started to scrub herself again.

She could still feel Hao's touch lingering on her skin.

The door swung open and Lyserg turned, dropping the wash cloth and wrapping her arms around her chest.

Hao looked amused at the girl. "You shouldn't bother hiding. It's nothing I haven't seen before after all." Hao smirked as he knelt next to the bath. Dipping his hand into the steaming water, he tsked. "This water is too hot for you Lyserg. How can your body stand it sensitive as it is?" Hao reached in and lifted Lyserg out of the steaming water.

“I brought your dinner to our room, but found it empty." Hao explained, drying Lyserg's skin with a large towel. "You really shouldn't be moving around as much as you are. Your body is still recovering from the change." Hao pressed his lips softly to Lyserg's navel as he dried her legs.

Lyserg stayed still, trying to ignore the soft caress of the cloth against her skin, and the occasional brush of Hao's lips against her skin. "Our room?" Lyserg asked quietly. Wasn't Hao just going to treat her as a whore? Why would he do something like share a room with her, like an equal?

"Yes, our room." Hao wrapped the towel around Lyserg's body, allowing her some semblance of modesty. "You are my queen Lyserg; nearly my equal."

Nearly. Of course. No one was as powerful as Hao or as great as him, Lyserg mused bitterly.

Lifting the girl again, Hao carried her into their bedroom, and set her on the bed. Taking a brush, he ran it through Lyserg's locks.

Lyserg stayed still and silent throughout the entire ordeal.

Hao rose and went to a spot in the shadows that Lyserg couldn't see. She heard a door being pulled open and the rustling of fabric.

"Now are you going to be a good girl Lyserg, or are you going to throw another fit?" Hao asked, settling next to her and pulling off the towel. As Hao moved to place the clothes on Lyserg, the dowser jerked away.

"I can dress myself."

"I see you're still feeling rebellious. What do you say Lyserg?"

Lyserg didn’t speak, tugging at the blankets so she could cover her naked body.

Hao's hand gripped Lyserg's wrist, the other grasping her chin. "Say it Lyserg."

Lyserg tried to jerk away. "Let go of me!" Lyserg let out a pained cry as her wrist was twisted to the side.

"Come now Lyserg. It isn't that hard. You've said it before. Now," Hao twisted her wrist a bit more. "What do you say?"

Lyserg gasped, her breathing labored from the pain that radiated from her arm. "Let," a shuddering breath. "Let go..." she screamed as her wrist was twisted even further. She could hear the popping sounds it made, ready to snap.

"I would rather not break your wrist Lyserg, but if you continue to act this way, I will. Now my queen, what do you say?" Hao smirked, lapping at the tears that gathered at the corners of Lyserg's eyes from her pain.

"P-please..." Lyserg whimpered, relieved when the pressure started to lessen a bit. "Hao-sama..."

Hao released the injured arm, which Lyserg immediately cradled to her chest in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

"There. See how much easier things go when you obey me my queen?" Hao asked softly, letting his lips run along her forehead and cheeks.

"I hate you." Lyserg whispered.

"Do you now?" Hao asked, not really paying attention. "Can you do what you wanted to now that your arm is injured?"

Lyserg looked up at him questionably with watery emerald eyes.

"Don't you even remember what you were throwing a tantrum about in the first place?" Hao asked, chuckling softly. "I doubt it matters now. Come here Lyserg, and let me dress you.

Lyserg didn’t struggle as Hao lifted her and pulled a pair of panties on her. She had gotten used to the fact that she would need to wear woman's undergarments now. But when Hao held slipped the next article of clothing over Lyserg's head, carefully pulling her arms through the straps that held the outfit up, Lyserg burst into a fresh set of tears.

"Why wrong my queen? Don't you like the outfit?" Hao smirked, smoothing the white sundress over Lyserg's body.

"I hate you." Lyserg repeated, sobbing, body shuddering. She couldn't take this.

"You don't hate me Lyserg." Hao said, moving her onto her back. "Lay still if you don't want your arm to hurt anymore than it already does. Someone will be along shortly to treat it." Hao lifted a plate filled with cooling food. "I don't suppose you would still like to eat Lyserg?" Hao smirked sadistically, knowing the answer fully well.

Lyserg turned her back to him, curling into a ball, her body shaking with sobs and her wrist held to her chest. "I hate you." Lyserg choked out through her sobs.

"No you don't." Hao brushed her bangs from Lyserg's face, smiling a bit as he kissed her forehead.

"I haven't given you permission to hate me."

:-:-:-:-:

Please read and review all.

Ja min’na-san!