In the Wind

The wind struck against her bare bottom as the Demon Lord carried the young wife from the town, running and leaping at extraordinary speed. He was in and out of Coh in a matter of minutes, with her slung over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing to him. The former priestess felt humiliated to be carried around completely naked, buttocks in the air and the clam between her legs peeking out, exposed to the whole world. She might have cried except she knew that it would give the Demon too much pleasure.

She couldn't even scream for help. When the demon barged into her home and interrupted her prayer ritual, he had tied and gagged her so that she couldn't even try to escape. He caught her by surprise and grabbed her before she even knew what was happening. But he had made one mistake, he hadn't blindfolded her, so she was able to watch clearly as he carried her off in an eastern direction. If only she could find some way of getting that information to Aron or someone who could help her, they would know which way to search for her.

But thoughts of despair crept into her mind. How would anyone even know that she was gone? Aron wouldn't be back for several hours, even if her clever husband figured out the sly demon's deception. By the time anyone came looking for her, the demon would have carried her half a world away. The situation seemed hopeless. No. She had to resolve herself to being hopeful. She **** herself to look on the bright side, the one shining positive, which was that the demon had carried her off. Wherever he was taking her, he wanted her alive.

She bit her lip as the demon sped up and the air resisting him slapped against her bottom again. Her lower half felt cold, but her buttocks were stinging from the constant **** of the wind. Even if she couldn't see her backside she could feel it glowing red, and imagined it must almost be the same color as the demon's skin. But the reason that she bit her lip was really because of the wind hitting the spot between her legs, and for the first time outside the bedroom, she felt herself quiver.

Feeling the air directly on her nether regions was strangely liberating, though she'd admit it to no one but herself. She'd been naked before at the temple and at home, but those were both secluded and inside, not like being bare bummed and hoisted several feet high as she was right now. She might even have enjoyed the wind between her thighs were not for the situation she was in; bound and kidnapped by her husband's demonic nemesis. Instead, she just felt ashamed and embarrassed, owning partly to the temple teachings that being naked outside one's sanctuary was an invitation to impurity and corruption. Despite her shame, being tied up, she couldn't do a thing to hide herself.

Thankfully there was no one around. The demon had carried her up a mountain path, out of sight. He surprised her then by stopping and dropping her on to a grassy patch. She pulled up her legs to block his view of her chest, and pulled her feet in tight so he couldn't see her lower part either. But when he squatted beside her, he only reached for the fabric wrapped around her mouth and head.

"I'm going to ungag you. You can scream if you want," he said cockily. "But if anyone comes looking, I'll kill them."

He didn't wait for confirmation, just pulled the gag out of her mouth. Not wanting anyone's **** on her conscience, she obediently refrained from screaming or shouting, and simply stretched her jaw.

"We'll rest here for a bit and then keep moving before nightfall," he informed her as he stood up again, though he kept his eyes on her, almost licking his lips as his eyes followed her curled up shape, and lingering on the covered parts.

"Tired already?"

She had no powers to hurt him, and even if her arms weren't bound, her strength paled to his. All she had were words.

"Anytime you want to test my stamina, white witch, I'm ready and willing. But no, I stopped because you were shivering. I can't have you getting sick and dying before I've made use of you."

She blushed, knowing that the shiver wasn't entirely because of the cold.

"When my husband finds me, he's going to kill you. And this time he'll make sure you stay dead, demon."

The Demon Lord bared his teeth, like a wild animal, but even in anger his face was handsome.

"Watch your tone, white witch," he snarled. "I am one of the last Lords of the Underworld. Show some respect."

"Well, don't expect me to call you 'm'lord'."

"Then call me Sitri, for that is my name. You can at least show me that much courtesy, can't you, woman?"

"Maybe if you didn't call me woman, or white witch, I'd be inclined to be a lot more courteous to my kidnapper."

"Then tell me your name. And I'll call you by that."

She was taken aback. She hadn't really expected him to agree to that condition. And in her confusion, she fell back into her normal, softer way of speaking.

"My...my name is Ana-Maria."

For the first time since he appeared in her bedroom, she took a good look at him. He was just as handsome and youthful in appearance as he had been five years ago, and just as broad and tall and muscled. And almost every part of him was exposed, except for one place, that bulged beneath his loincloth. The only difference she saw from the time when her husband defeated him was the scars where his body had healed over the cuts to his stomach, chest, shoulder and leg. Her eyes moved all over him, making a full circuit and back to his face, where she saw his burning red eyes staring back.

"Like what you see, Ana?"

Somehow he made saying her name sound more perverse than white witch or woman. She shook her head as she averted her gaze.

"I was just wondering how you survived."

He frowned. It didn't seem like a memory he wanted to relive.

"We can talk about it later. For now, we should keep moving."

He approached her, preparing to lift her naked body back up onto his shoulder just like last time. Since he actually seemed willing to listen to her petitions, she tried another.

"If you don't want me to feel cold, maybe you could find me some clothes?"