Sarvian's Background Story Chapter One
It was late evening, in the middle of a desolate forest, when a great rift opened in the earth. A slight glow emanated from the opening that grew brighter, until a fox rose from the opening, blood red fur and eyes that glowed a bright blue. He had eight tails and a glowing tattoo on his right shoulder. As the fissure behind him closed and the light faded, his fur color began to fade, lightening for a less intense red, and the glowing of his eyes and tattoo subsides. All but a single tail disappear as he moves further into the forest, smelling civilization nearby. His target was supposed to be in the small town near the edge of the forest, and he was ordered to retrieve her soul, and send it back. Any other souls were his to keep while he remained in the mortal realm. His naked body materialized a set of clothes that would match those in the town he was to visit, and a set of two five inch blade knives appeared in sheaths on the back of his trousers. He didn't expect to run into any trouble at all, at least nothing that his physical prowess or intimidation couldn't handle, but he would rather be prepared.
He finally reached the edge of the woods and looked out over the small town that was in a bit of a depression, surrounded on three sides by the forest. Many of the houses already had lights on in the windows and he could smell the smoke coming from many of the chimneys. Sarvian spotted a tavern in the center of the town that was right next door to an Inn. Both would make great spots to start looking for his target, as well as look for other victims to increase his strength. He slowly made his way down the hill and into a nearby alleyway to make his way to the street. He pulled up the hood of his cloak to keep his features hidden, a practice he learned long ago helped allot. He made his way quickly to the tavern and walked in.
It was much warmer, though not very full. A few patrons were spread around the area, some sitting at the bar, some in booths eating food, and still a couple others sitting near a fireplace talking with one another. Sarvian walks up to the bar and sits at the corner stool away from everyone else and removes his hood as the bartender comes to where he is.
"What can I get for you stranger?" the bartender asks leaning on the counter.
"Something strong and clear," Sarvian answered. He looked around more closely at the other patrons while the barman got his drink. He spied a wolf sitting at a table alone, finishing his dinner.
The barman returned with his drink and set it down on the counter, "That will be five dollars," he said looking Sarvian over, not expecting him to be able to pay.
Sarvian turns and glares at the bartender, his eyes glowing slightly, as the barman cowers, all courage draining from his body. Sarvian picks up the drink and downs it in one gulp and goes over to the wolf's table.
"Hi there, I am kind of new to this area and trying to find a particular person. Perhaps you can help. Her name is Sarah Rosenthal. Have you possibly heard of her?" he asks sitting in the booth across from the wolf.
"Of course, everyone in town knows of Sarah. Her family was among some of the original settlers of this town and is sort of a celebrity because of it," the wolf answers, looking interested at the fox across from him.
"Do you know where I may be able to find a warm place to stay tonight?" he asks with a smirk, his voice layered with suggestion as the tattoo on his shoulder began to tingle.
"Well, there happens to be an Inn right next door. They are fairly reasonable with pricing," the wolf replied, looking down as he finished his meal.
Sarvian narrowed his eyes and reached deeper within him. These first times were always the most difficult without the added power he would gain as he went. The tingling in his tat increasing as he focused more of his energy to his voice, his eyes beginning to glow a light blue. "I really don't have any cash on me at this moment, you know anyone that could board me for tonight?" he asked again, hoping it would work this time.
The wolf looked up at Sarvian and smiled softly, apparently not noticing his glowing eyes, "I suppose I could give you a room for the night. Let me finish up here, and I will take you there," the wolf says, laying his fork on the plate and waving for the waiter. He paid his bill and stood up, "Come on, I will show you the way."
Sarvian smiled as he let the energy subside slowly as he followed the wolf, there should be enough influence over the wolf now for what he had in mind. They walked down a few streets, coming to a nice sized townhouse near the front of the town. The wolf opened the door and leads the way in, flipping on a few lights and placing his keys on a table near the front door. Sarvian looked at him and smiles pleasantly extending a paw to the wolf, "My name is Sarvian, thank you for offering me a place to stay for the night," he said a little slyly.
"Rasthnal," the wolf answered, taking Sarvian's paw and giving it a quick shake, "I should have asked while at the tavern, but are you hungry? I may have something here," the wolf said releasing Sarvian's paw.
"Thank you but I am not all that hungry, besides, I already saw something at the tavern that I was hungry for," Sarvian replied with a smile.
"Oh really, what would that have been?" the wolf asked as he lead the way into the living room and sat down on the couch, looking very exhausted.
Sarvian smiled bigger as he felt his influence working on the wolf, wearing him down further, "Well, you of course, why else would I have sat down at a strangers table?" he said as he sat down next to Rasthnal.
Rasthnal looked over at Sarvian, worry creeping into his expression as Sarvian moved closer to him, "What, what do you mean by that. I was nice enough to give you a place to stay the night," he said, clearly worried.
Sarvian placed his arm around the wolf and leaned in close to his face, "Precisely, I want to reward you for showing me that kindness," he said as his paw rest gently on Rasthnal's chest, "You have been very kind to me and as such, I want to be kind to you as well."
Rasthnal's expression softened a bit, though he blushed deeply through his fur as his gaze lowered a bit. "I have never really done anything like this before, at least, not with another male," he said, embarrassed, though Sarvian knew that he didn't really need too much influence over him to continue this further.
Sarvian leaned closer until his muzzle was touching the wolf's, and kissed him gently, his paw beginning to rub Rasthnal's chest as his tongue ran along the wolf's lips. Rasthnal open his mouth a bit to allow Sarvian's tongue to enter, which it did immediately, rubbing gently against the other tongue as Sarvian murred slightly into his mouth. Sarvian's paw moved lower until he was able to slip it under the wolf's shirt and rub the soft fur on Rasthnal's tummy, causing him to lean back and enjoy what was going on, murring and pressing his tongue against Sarvian's before placing his own paw on the back of Sarvian's head. "You don't seem all that against this though," Sarvian says as he pulls his tongue out of Rasthnal's mouth and smiling at him. He grasps the bottom of the wolf's shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it off to the side and rubbing Rasthnal's chest with both paws. Sarvian moved, placing a leg over Rasthnal's, and positioning himself until he was sitting in Rasthnal's lap. He stripped off his own shirt and tossed it to where he had thrown Rasthnal's. He pushed Rasthnal back against the couch and leaned in close to him. "You are definitely a good looking wolf, don't you have a mate around here somewhere" Sarvian asked him, looking around the room as he leaned against Rasthnal's chest. "Not for a while now," Rasthnal answered putting a paw on Sarvian's cheek, guiding his head until they were looking at each other, "It has been a while since I have been with anyone." Before Sarvian could say anything, Rasthnal leaned forward and kissed him passionately. He pressed his tongue into Sarvian's mouth and rubbed his tongue against Sarvian's as he murred deeply. Sarvian let out a surprised yelp as he felt Rasthnal's tongue explore his mouth, before he murred into the kiss and began to return it with fervor. He rubbed the soft fur on Rasthnal's chest and looked into his eyes, before breaking the kiss. He smiled as his paws moved lower, brushing the wolf's tummy before finally coming to rest above his trousers. His paws moved quickly to undo the strings that kept them tight. Rasthnal shuffled a bit and scooted himself lower on the cushion. He lifted himself up and pushed down on his waistband while Sarvian pulled them off, after having slid to the floor in front of the couch. Rasthnal's sheath was bulging large, the tip of his member peeking from the end. Sarvian's paw gently caressed the soft, short fur covering the wolf's sheath. Rasthnal leaned his head back against the couch, and moaned low. His member started to extend further, growing hard as Sarvian's paw moved to grasp it. Sarvian leaned in closer and breathed deep the excited musk wafting from the wolf before him. He chuckled softly to himself before running his tongue along the length of Rasthnal's fully enlarged penis. Rasthnal's breath caught in his throat as pleasure spiked through his body. He could feel drops of pre form on the tip of his shaft, only to be collected by Sarvian's tongue. Sarvian glanced up for a moment and looked into Rasthnal's eyes. "I want to know if this is really what you want. If it is, are you going to give all that you are to me?" he asked, looking up at Rasthnal, pleadingly. Rasthnal looked down and met Sarvian's gaze and gave him a nod. "I need you to say it out loud for me," Sarvian commented, "If you can't promise me in your own voice, I can go no further." Sarvian continued to move his paw, stroking the length of Rasthnal's shaft. Rasthnal reclined his head again and let out another moan. "Y-y-yes Sarvian, you can have all you want from me, anything you want," he said softly. Sarvian smiled slyly as his tattoo began to glow again, along with his eyes. He reached down with his other paw and caressed Rasthnal's sack. As he did so, a warm sensation spread through the wolf's entire body, though it mainly centered around his crotch in general. Sarvian's smile widened as he felt his influence spread through Rasthnal. He leaned forward and began to tease the tip of Rasthnal's member, slowly suckling on it as he gradually slid the shaft into his muzzle. Rasthnal's eyes lolled and his moans became louder as more and more of his member slipped into Sarvian's mouth. The warm sensation that had traveled through his body began to slowly subside, once again traveling back to where it had originated. Rasthnal could feel his climax quickly approaching as Sarvian dipped his head further, pushing Rasthnal's member into his throat. Sarvian dry swallowed, causing his throat to constrict around the tip of Rasthnal's pulsing shaft. He placed a paw around the base of Rasthnal's member, behind his growing knot and squeezed, cutting off his ability to come. Rasthnal's member twitched as a final spurt of pre shot down Sarvian's throat, causing hi, causing him to swallow again. Rasthnal gasped as Sarvian's throat attempted to milk his shaft, while his paw stay constricted around his Base, denying him. "Oh Sarvian.....I need to come," Rasthnal pleaded as his breath caught in his throat again, "Please let me come." He Could fell the warmth inside him subside from his limbs and leave a slight tingle in its place The sensation seemed to collect in the pit of his stomach, just above his groin. Sarvian kept his paw tight around the base of Rasthnal's shaft as he looked up at the wolf, his other paw continuing to caress and gently rub Rasthnal's sack. "That's a naughty wolf, asking me to let you come," Sarvian said with a smile, "Perhaps I should punish you for this slight." His grip around the wolf's base tightened as he leaned down to lick the tip slowly. "Perhaps I should continue to edge you and keep you from coming until I think you have earned the pleasure you seek from release," he said, his smile growing bigger. "Sarvian, Please," Rasthnal moaned as he was teased further by the fox, "Don't punish me. You feel so good, and you said you wanted all that I could give you." A slight whimper escaped from Rasthnal as Sarvian's tongue ran across his member again, "Please Sarvian, release me and you can have whatever you want from me," he pleaded out loud. The glow of Sarvian's eyes and tattoo increased as Rasthnal's words left his mouth. The warmth that collected above his crotch also began to grow warmer. Sarvian's paw continued to caress Rasthnal's sack as he spoke a few words in a language that Rasthnal could not identify, but the wolf had no other thoughts on his mind other than his own pleasure. Sarvian released his grip around the base4 of the Wolf's member, and dipped his head. He once again started suckling on the tip of Rasthnal's member. Using his tongue, he rubbed the length of the shaft in his mouth. He heard Rasthnal gasp and begin to tense up. Him member twitched as pent up pre shot from his tip and into Sarvian's mouth. Rasthnal's body started to spasm as he reached his climax, lifting his waist off the couch, pushing himself further into Sarvian's throat. Rasthnal whimpered loudly as he came, thick streams of seed spurting from him into Sarvian. Sarvian was swallowing as much as he could, but the volume was too great and some dripped from his mouth. It contained Rasthnal's essence and had a slight blue glow to it as Rasthnal's soul vacated his body, leaving him weak. Sarvian looked up at Rasthnal as he licked his lips, smiling at the overly exhausted wolf, knowing exactly what had just transpired. "You really have been pent up for a long time, haven't you?" Sarvian asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You should make a nice soul slave. You now belong to me," he proclaimed before leaning down to lick more of the glowing come from the wolf's crotch. Rasthnal was in a daze, his eyes lolled back, panting and moaning every now and then. It took him nearly 20 minutes to regain his composure before he finally looked down at Sarvian. "What do you mean I belong to you, Master?" Rasthnal asked, his voice edged with concern. His eyes grew wide and he clasped a paw over his mouth as he realized what he had addressed Sarvian as. He had never called anyone 'Master' in all his life and now he was doing so without being told or asked to. "W-w-who are you, really, Master," he asked. Sarvian flashed a toothy smile as he stood up, and moved to sit next to Rasthnal on the couch. He put an arm around the back of the wolf's neck and pulled him closer. "Who or what I am, is no longer relevant to you at this point," Sarvian answered, a hint of aggravation in his voice, "he only thing that you should be concerned with are your duties to me." This statement angered Rasthnal. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he tried to pull himself away from Sarvian's embrace. He placed his paws on Sarvian's chest and pushed as hard as he could. A similar growl emanated from Sarvian as his grip on Rasthnal failed, and he was shoved backwards as Rasthnal jumped to his feet and took a couple of tentative steps backwards, trying diligently to get away. "I am no one's slave and I never shall be. Not even to you, with your charm and......." Rasthnal began before his words were cut off as Sarvian's eyes began to glow again. Rasthnal suddenly collapsed to his paws and knees as Sarvian stood back up with a stern look on his face. He extended an arm and pointed a single digit at Rasthnal, causing the wolf to start spasming violently. The glow of Sarvian's eyes intensified and the stern expression transformed to a delighted smile. "I had hoped that I wouldn't have to be too rough on you, that you would serve me willingly, not unrewarded of course. However, if you prefer to fight me, you will soon realize how futile it is. I possess your soul and control your actions to serve my needs, with or without your consent," Sarvian explained to the writhing wolf on the floor. Sarvian lowered his arm and sat back down on the couch. Immediately, Rasthnal's spasms ceased, leaving him curled up on the floor, whimpering. "So, how are you going to serve me? Will it be willingly or am I going to have to force you?" Sarvian asked as Rasthnal began to collect himself. Rasthnal looked up at the smiling fox, and for the first time noticed his glowing eyes. He knew that what he had just experienced wasn't natural, and that Sarvian was no regular fox. But he knew of no way to resist if Sarvian held that kind of power over him. The short episode was the most painful experience he had ever had, and he had no wish to go through it again. "I will do what you want, Master," Rasthnal answered finally with a resigned tone, "Just please don't hurt me anymore." "So long as you obey, I won't have any reason to do so," Sarvian replied, the glow in his eyes fading away, "Come on back over here and sit with me, we have much to discuss." Rasthnal slowly got to his feet and made his way reluctantly to the couch and sat down next to Sarvian, his head hung in defeat. Sarvian looked over at the wolf and placed a paw under his chin. Gently, he lifted and turned Rasthnal's head until they were looking into each other's eyes. "Please do not think that I am entirely without pity for you. But I have a mission to accomplish while I am here and I need help to complete it," Sarvian explained softly, "Your service to me thus far has brought me closer to my objective, but I still have much more to do." "Service to you thus far?" asked Rasthnal, confused, "but I haven't done anything for you yet. What do you mean?" Sarvian chuckled softly as he ran his paw across Rasthnal's cheek, before he pulled the wolf's head to lie on his chest. "You forget that you willingly gave me access to your soul, thereby giving me some of the strength I need to continue my mission," Sarvian explained, "In all honesty, I was much weaker when we met than I currently am now." The realization suddenly struck Rasthnal that he had been played by Sarvian more than once tonight and that only he was to blame for it. He began to softly whimper, wishing he could go back and change his mistakes. Sarvian heard the whimpering and placed his paw on the top of Rasthnal's head. He slowly kneaded the fur under his paw in an attempt to soothe Rasthnal. He had seen this reaction before, and knew there was no point in insulting this behavior. Rasthnal couldn't help himself. It was part of the process once someone realized that they gave a part of themselves away. "Do not fret my friend. You are not my actual target, so you are not completely lost. Serve me well and you shall be rewarded with part of your soul returned to you," Sarvian explained to Rasthnal in a soft voice. Rasthnal let out an eerie chuckle as he looked up at the fox he had opened his home to. "Friend?" Rasthnal asked, "You call me your 'friend' yet you have deceived me since the moment we met. How can I believe anything you say to me? I don't know who or even what you are." "If you really want to know then I will explain it to you, but I do consider you a friend. I held very little sway over you when you offered me a place to stay. You did that out of your own kindness, and I appreciate that." Sarvian answered after a moment's hesitation, "However, my giving you this information will place you in even graver circumstances. Most, when their souls are extracted, become little more than machines afterward. Only those with strong wills can remain as livid as you. That being the case, my enemies may try to weaken my by draining what will you have left, leaving you a dried husk. Better to appear ignorant and totally under my control. Do you still want to know?" Rasthnal was silent for a long while, thinking about his current predicament, and trying to imagine how it could possibly get any worse. Finally he lifted his head from Sarvian's chest and looked the fox in the eyes. "Yes, I do want to know Master. The way I see it, things couldn't get much worse than they are now," Rasthnal answered before adding, "I have become an unwilling servant, a slave, to you. I want to know exactly who I am serving." Sarvian stood up from the couch and began to silently pace around the living room. He was trying how best to explain himself to Rasthnal, a way to tell him what he wanted to know without raising more questions. Though he had heard of instances in which victims maintained a level of self control, he had never come across any himself. He finally decided to tell him all he could, to prevent further inquiries from the wolf. Sarvian decided to start by showing his true appearance to Rasthnal. He turned away from the wolf on the couch and removed his belt and then his trousers. His tattoo began to glow as his fur color darkened; quickly turning to the blood red color it was when he first appeared on this plane. His seven other tails appeared next, seeming to materialize from nothing. After his transformation, the glow of his tattoo subsided, leaving a touch of fatigue in his limbs. Sarvian turned back around........there was Rasthnal, holding one of the knives that had been on Sarvian's belt when he took it off. Rasthnal's strike was well aimed, stabbing at Sarvian's heart, but the tip of the knife stopped an inch from penetrating his chest. Sarvian's eyes narrowed while a smirk spread across his face.
"I must admire your attempt, even though I told you it would be futile to fight me. If it was me, I would probably try as well," Sarvian commented to the confused wolf before him, "Unfortunately \, I must now show you why I warned against such actions."
Suddenly the empty air between Sarvian and Rasthnal coalesced, and shoved Rasthnal backwards with great force, pushing him all the way back to the couch. He lost his grip on the knife as he fell back onto the cushions. Sarvian moved forward slowly, bending down to take the other knife from his belt on the floor, then continued until he stood in front of the dazed wolf.
"Master, please," Rasthnal pleaded, "I really didn't think......"
"Didn't think that I would be able to stop you, thus killing me and freeing yourself in the process?" Sarvian finished for him, "You haven't realized yet that I know your mind now, and can anticipate your actions?"
"Master, please forgive me. I won't attempt to defy you again. Don' punish me," Rasthnal sobbed.
Sarvian straddled Rasthnal's legs and sat down in his lap. He placed a paw on the wolf's cheek and wiped a small tear from corner of his eye with one of his digits.
"I know you won't try again, therefore I don't have to punish you," Sarvian said calmly to Rasthnal, who seemed to sigh in relief, "I don't have to because I know you are going to punish yourself."
Rasthnal's eyes went wide as he slowly, unwillingly held out his open paw to Sarvian. Sarvian smiled as he placed the other knife in Rasthnal's offered paw. Rasthnal grasped the knife and placed the blade against his chest, whimpering as he did so. A loud howl replaced the sound of the wolf's whimpering as he drew the blade across himself, leaving a deep, diagonal laceration across his chest.
"I told you that you could either serve me willingly, or be forced to do so. Thus far you have opted to defy and fight me the entire way," Sarvian said loud enough for Rasthnal to hear over his sobbing, "If this continues, I may just have to drain you completely and find another to serve me. If that is the case, it definitely won't be as pleasurable as the first time, I will see to that. What is it going to be?"
Rasthnal continued to whimper and pant heavily as the large cut across his chest bleed profusely. The shock of what he had done to himself made him unable to form any coherent words until he switched the knife into his other paw and once again pressed the blade to his own chest.
"No, please Master. I will obey you and behave as I promised before. Please don't make me do this," Rasthnal pleaded through choked sobs.
Sarvian reached for the knife and took it from the wolf's unresisting grip and placed it on the cushion next to them. He then moved a paw over the deep cut on Rasthnal's chest, his eyes glowing once again.
Rasthnal's head suddenly flung back against the couch, his mouth open wide as if he were screaming, though no sound came from the wolf, as the cut knit itself back together, leaving no sign that it was ever there.
Rasthnal recovered, and looked down at his chest. He traced where the wound had been with his paw, but could not find any kind of mark on him.
"Please tell me what you are, Master. I have never seen or even heard of anything like this before in all my life," Rasthnal said as he finally looked up at the fox on his lap.
Sarvian sighed as he moved the knife from the cushion next to him, and slid off the wolf's lap, sitting next to him.
"I am a demon that collects souls through sexual desires, an Incubus. I am also the commander of the Legion of Black Dragoons, a dragon mounted force," Sarvian explained slowly, letting Rasthnal have time to digest his explanation, "I was sent here to collect the soul of a certain individual to send back, and any that I wanted for myself."
Rasthnal sat there, quiet for a long time before finally speaking up, "So, I am lost. I have willingly given my soul to a demon for a few moments of pleasure. How could I have been so naïve?" he asked, mostly to himself.
Sarvian couldn't help be feel a pity for the handsome wolf sitting next to him. These emotions were completely new to him, as he had never felt sorry for any of his victims like this. It was a totally alien sensation for him.
"No, I do not believe you to be lost. If you hold to your promise and serve me well, I will return your soul to you before I return to my plane of existence. Though it will be slightly diminished, as I must use it to fuel myself. Until I can get more souls or I complete my mission here. Come, you must be tired after your ordeal. Let's get you to bed for some rest," Sarvian said softly to Rasthnal.
Rasthnal stood up on shaky legs, leaning on Sarvian to help steady himself. Together, they walked up the steps to the second floor, and then down the hall to Rasthnal's bedroom. Moving over to the bed, Rasthnal collapses onto it.
"Where will you sleep Master?" he asked groggily, "Will it be with me or what?"
"I still have things that I need to do first, but you get your rest and I will be in when I am finished," Sarvian said as he leaned down and helped Rasthnal get all the way into the bed, licking him on the muzzle before he walked out of the room.
Sarvian walked down the hall to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, he turned on the hot water and did the same in the shower, shutting the door so the steam would fill the room. Soon the mirror began to fog up, so he turned off the water and stood in front of the mirror again. Taking one of his knives, he made a quick cut on his left paw and whispering a few words in his strange language, wiped the paw across the mirror quickly, smearing his blood across it.
After a moment, the blood on the mirror vanished, showing the face of a large demon looking back at Sarvian.
"My Lord Asmodeus," Sarvian said with a slight bow at the image in the mirror, "As you have commanded, I have arrived on the mortal's plane and have begun my search for my target."
"Very good Sarvian, you seem to work fast. I take it you have acquired a small amount of strength to be able to contact me. As you are aware, your target's name is Sarah Rosenthal. You must collect her soul and send it back to me. I need it in its entirety, so no draining from her beforehand. Also, I have been told to inform you that you are forbidden to spawn until your mission is complete. Is that order clear?" the demon face asked Sarvian.
"Very clear my lord," Sarvian replied with another bow.
"Very good, now go and don't forget what I have said to you," the demon said as the image in the mirror faded.
Sarvian wiped the mirror clean before heading back down the hall and into Rasthnal's room. He looked at the sleeping wolf from the door for a while and couldn't help but feel that pestering feeling of pity for him. He really enjoyed the wolf, and the power that he had acquired from him, but there seemed to be something else as well, something he couldn't identify. He moved to the edge of the bed and lay down next to Rasthnal, scooting in close to him, and then closing his eyes to fall asleep.