Kiara must have passed out, because when she awoke, she found herself lying naked, on her side in the center of a large elaborate bed draped with black and gold velvet covers. Warm breeze cascaded from a large squared opening of the ceiling above the bed, causing her nipples to swell. She smiled as she marveled at the beauty of the full moon, which appeared to be magnified, solely for her viewing pleasure. She gasped in awe as the moon's magical beams illuminated her beautiful mocha skin.
Propping herself up on an elbow, she gasped as she looked around the majestic bedchambers. The floors were glossy black marble with glittering gold flecks. The walls were the same. The ceilings were high, and supported with large black columns, also adorned with flecks of glittering gold swirls. She could of sworn she heard waves crashing, off in the distance, and became slightly startled as a familiar, unseen presence graced the room.
"Kiara," Ulhulrikas' voice murmured from somewhere in the large chamber. She closed her eyes as his words seemed to dance over her skin, like millions of tiny fingers, sending chills careening down her spine.
"Where am I?" She asked with ease.
"Where you want to be," Ulhulrikas' voice spoke softly to her before he appeared in a long black flowing robe. "My darling, you look beautiful under the light of the moon." He appeared to float toward her. "Even more beautiful than when you are in warrior mode," he breathed huskily.
Kiara attempted to get up until Ulhulrikas waved his hand, and some unseen force pushed her to her back, holding her fast. His black eyes began to glow with lust as her arms were drawn above her head. From nowhere, thick black silken ties slithered over her arms, tying themselves to her wrists.
"Let me go," she pleaded, suddenly knowing his true intentions.
"I cannot," he whispered." With another wave of his hand, Kiara's legs were spread wide as another set of thick black silken ties appeared, snaking themselves around her ankles, and held, by the unseen force.
Ulhulrikas shed his robe, exposing his chiseled physique to Kiara. She gulped as his large, anaconda like cock twitched, dripping with excitement at her lying sprawled naked and helpless across his bed.
"You are mine, slayer," he said, as his eyes continued to dance with sadistic lustful yearnings. "My patience wears thin, and let it be known, from this night on, I claim you as my own." He ceased his speech for a few seconds, then let out an appreciative, deep purr. Then she knew he'd scented her desire. "I positioned you in this manner so that you're completely vulnerable to me," he said with a smile that inflammed her insides.
"No!" she cried out. She almost hated him now more than ever. Squeezing her eyes shut, Kiara wanted to pummel him with all she had inside her. Secretly, deep down, she quivered with sexual excitement as her arousal dripped down alongside her thigh. "Ulhulrikas, I swear, if you don't take me back home right now, I'll rip out your black heart with my bare hands!" Her chest heaved uncontrollably, almost in time with the convulsions of her pussy. Liquid heat gathered beneath her plush ass cheeks as his incisors lengthened. His eyes now aglow, appeared to mix with the light of the moon. Mischief danced in the green orbs as a dark chest appeared on the bed.
