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Author: KlynnGrey
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Saren
“You’re here to be my muse nothing else.” Saren spoke to the creature on her shoulder.
“Pretty though…” Saren smiled. The pentacle around her glowed with the truth from the obscenity perched near her ear.
She knelt on the stone floor of a closed room. The brick and mortar was sealed in blood, a wash that kept the magic in and the danger out though age would cure that unless it was repainted. The one door to the room needed a fresh coat of blood every time, a stripe that sealed the silver gilt edges of the doorway.
“Yes…yes, that is the way.” The creature spoke in a sibilant hiss, the sound of water forced through a small opening. The power that flowed out of it was pure creative force.
Saren worked her hands and her magic over the object in her hands. The long haft of the object took on shape, a wooden structure to hold both the hands and the mechanism.
The woman was exotic. Her skin was the brown of cinnamon and turmeric spice. Nature seemed to have a need to counter this with hair as black as an Indian night. It curved down her back in waves neither flowing nor receding to tickle at her heels and brush the cushions that made her task endurable.
“What is it for pretty one?”
“Remember…muse.” A certain amount of anger slipped out of her and the pentacle glowed again. Truth came in more forms than one.
She wore silk like royalty, rich in color, a blue the same as sunrise sky just before dawn was the base. A green the shade of forest under moonlight gave a peacock embroidery a luminescent shape to rival the real creature; the wings slide over the arms of her kimono in an embracing hug; a nature Goddess caring for its creation. Shimmers of color in-between rode the form in highlights giving the illusion of feathers brushed by stars. The silk flew long to her ankles and flowed over her wrists to half hide her delicate hands, hands that worked a creation bred of magic, need and muse. Long lacquered nails gave her tints to match the nature of her dress.
“Such soft skin…I like to touch…,” the malodorous thing ran misshapened paws over its temporary mistress. Again the circle and lines gave a reading of sincerity.
“I’m…busy creature.” More anger, suppressed as before. If it wasn’t for the flow of energy that passed from it, helping her, still it wouldn’t be here much longer.
Several candles glowed around her from different points in the room. Two hung overhead off the wall in front of her casting a shadow behind her, distorted by the six legs of the thing she had called. Two candles from behind her in the far corners shed a diffusion of light to both forward corners. The three candles directly before her left a shade high on the wall behind her. The shadow in the room flickered, a blinking series of suns, random in their patterns. The silver from the doors edges shone in contrast to the other lights in the room.
The skeleton of the creation formed next, ribs to brace the skin and the points that held the retention caps for a permanent joining. A hinge to draw the item up and down was part of the assembly, a way to stretch the skin tight so it would be more effective in its deception.
“Please…it feels so good…” The creature was designed to give creative force and received pleasure in return, of course it always wanted more, no wonder the stories always talked of burning out the source.
Next the skin came; it stretched out over the device much the way a bats skin traced over the bones of its skeleton.
“…what does it do?”
“Hush incubus…it’s almost done.” This time there was no anger in Saren’s voice, it was almost done and her pleasure at what she had wrought was given over to her being.
Next she poured wax from the three candles in front of her over the skin to make it waterproof. The magic left the skin and wax supple, as one piece so it wouldn’t be ruined by the working mechanism, lastly a catch to hold the frame tight when upright.
“Now is it done mistress?” The excitement in the creature’s voice was rising in a crescendo.
“Yes it is. See.” Saren opened her creation, spreading it full, the retention points flaring out as they were made to. She raised the object over her head and swung it into place. The satisfying scream from the sickening little creature as the points pierced its eyes the way they were meant to was a joy to her heart. It was after all male and standing over her shoulder as if she needed tending.
Her creation would last a very long time, as long as men subjugated women, as long as they felt a need to control and manipulate. It had the added benifit of keeping her dry and shaded.
A smile came to her face.
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